
Originally Posted by
McTeague
I’ve commented in the Argo thread how much of a perfectly-efficient-but-lifeless movie I think it is. Well, My Sister’s Sister (Shelton, 2011) is exactly the opposite. A very imperfect movie that however has more life and humanity in each page of its script than in the entirety of Argo.
The main imperfection is that, at one point, the really weird situation that’s been set up becomes everything the movie is about, becoming more a funny vaudeville than the insightful character study it was in the beginning. It’s as if it becomes too enamoured with how shocking and potentially funny a couple of plot revelations are, and it doesn’t know where to go from there. It also taints a bit, in retrospect, what came first, as if it was a bit too studied to reach that situation.
The other imperfection is that poor Emily Blunt, an actress I normally like a lot, simply isn’t in the same amazing level her two co-stars, Rosemarie Dewitt and Mark Duplass. This, people, this is true naturalism and realness. This, Rosemarie Dewitt, is what a true actors’ actor looks like and, most of all, acts like. What a stream of pure, unadulterated naturalism, what an immersion in her characters, what lived-in work. She’s amazing and I worship at her, and this Duplass guy I had never heard of isn’t behind her. Only poor Blunt is behind them. It’s only a bit, she’s quite good too, but when your co-stars are at the highest level an actor can aspire to be, the smallest imperfection becomes glaring, and she just seems to be “acting” a bit more, slightly more aware of the camera.
But the whole thing is still very funny and interesting, and raises good questions despite trivializing them a bit in the last act. The direction is slightly TV-ish, with an over-abundance of close-ups in scenes that don’t really need it, but it’s still perceptive, attentive to detail, relaxed, lively.