My Salinger Year

A movie about writing? Sounds risky. Everyone knows that words trigger; words attack. And worse still, words can be boring. Still with me?

The thing is, words make us who we are, and give us what we know. Actions speak loud enough, but when that moment has passed, I bet you’re going to say something. Because words matter.

Few people understand that this is a powerful magic. Even fewer like it enough to become magicians. We call them writers. And Joanna wants to be one.

She’s not sure how, but she’s determined. So she moves to New York and goes to open mic poetry. Sounds about right. How about taking a job as a literary agent’s assistant (whatever that means)?

Joanna will find out soon enough. It means typing form letters, shredding fan mail—and answering calls from J.D. Salinger.

Wow. Joanna is so close to great writing. But is it her writing? Here’s our conflict.

Watching Joanna learn the tricks of the trade is like visiting a new bookstore: It’s quiet but exciting, fresh but recognizable. If you’ve read this far, chances are you’ll like it.

Beginning

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Why is it that we don’t seek out sad? It’s a fact of life, after all, and denying reality is a recipe for disaster. Is it because life is hard enough on its own? Because we know sad will always be there, whether we look for it or not?

Whatever the reason, we treat sad movies the same way. When was the last time someone recommended to you—truly, deeply recommended to you—a sad movie? We just don’t do it. But happy needs sad. Loss helps us recognize what we appreciate; helps us know what to look for, or remember. Sad movies do the same. Their brutal truths can be uncomfortable, but they open our eyes to what is—and therefore what can be. Think about Schindler’s List. Or Requiem for a Dream. And add Beginning to the list.

It’s about Yana, mostly. She’s having a hard time raising her son in a healthy environment. The community attacks her family for its religion. But however unfair and dangerous this is for them, this is not our brutal truth. The brutal truth is that here, men treat women like tools.

Take Yana. She does the work around here: teaching the neighborhood kids about faith; caring for the house and her son, while her husband goes out on business for extended periods. And yet, he expects this and more from her, without giving anything in return. Whenever he is home and Yana doesn’t blindly support his insecurities, or have sex with him, he tosses her aside like the wrong screwdriver. No questions about her day. No words of support. And the cherry on top? He gets upset at his wife when she opens up about being raped.

This is just awful. How can we watch something like this? Well, you can if you care about people. If you care to learn more about what hurts them, and what helps them. If you’ve ever appreciated when someone sat down with you and listened, that’s how. And if you take the time to do so here, you’ll remember that there are still things of beauty in a sea of heartbreak.

Like Yana. Every day, she’s alone and uncomfortable. Dissociating. But every day, she fights through this to teach children; to care for the future. Floating alone, she tries to do right by others.

The longer we watch, the more we see how this takes a toll on her. The last scenes are some of the most shocking and elemental you’ll see in a long while.

Nobody likes sad. But sad teaches. Sad is universal. So take some time for yourself and watch this movie. Maybe it’ll help you remember that you’re not alone. Maybe it’ll help you remember what makes you happy, so you can go for it.

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s t a n d o u t s — **spoiler alert**

(1) d a r k n e s s

Yana is in a bad place, both literally and figuratively. Though the moviemakers express this in several ways, a simple and striking one is the use of dark and light.

See below, how much of the frame—of our perception—is darkness? How light (how goodness? how Yana?) can sometimes feel small? Separate?

(2) t o g e t h e r b u t a p a r t

Not just Yana feels detached. Each of the characters is dealing with an issue, and the way they are framed hints that they are working through their issues alone.

Take a look below. Each of these people is having a conversation. But they are alone, surrounded only by emptiness. Sitting together, but apart. The moviemakers are talking to us here.

Even Yana’s attacker, a man who arguably has power, is shown apart. Left behind by his hunting party, he falters. Is he thinking about his atrocity? Being punished by a higher power?

(3) n o t h i n g n e s s

Just keeping the good times rolling here! After darkness and separation, we come to nothingness.

A recurring theme in the movie is Yana’s dissociating, discomfort, and depression. We know this in part because of repeated long takes of nothing, where we simply watch Yana live in silence. In these moments, we see Yana exhausted, defeated. Giving in to the abyss of sleep—almost as if she craves death.

When Yana visits her mother, she asks why they never talk about her father. Yet another man missing from the picture. Apparently, he used to call his daughter Sleeping Beauty. Remember that story? When a girl was cursed to die too soon, and then instead cursed to sleep, not living, but waiting around until a man kisses her, to live? The are layers of meaning here.

I Care a Lot

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What happens when an unstoppable force meets an immovable object? Well, who cares? These days, we can chomp on popcorn and watch superhero movies, comfortably knowing that the good guys will win. Forces and objects are gonna clash in flashy ways. Awesome. But the methods come second to the outcome. Second to the good guys winning.

Again and again, we go into superhero movies assuming this ending, and yet we still have an exciting, fun, even exhilarating time. How?

One reason is that these stories contain conflicts so difficult that we truly question whether the good guys will win. We start thinking about how we would win. About each character’s approach to winning. In other words, good writing makes us think about the process as much as the outcome. Makes us question what those unstoppable forces and immovable objects really are, and whether it would be OK to use them, or be them.

So it turns out we do care about the winner of that clash. I Care a Lot is a savage, delicious study on this. It moves our burning question out of superhero space and into the real world, and adds a twist: What happens when there are no good guys?

It’s subtle about it, and it’s not. Our lead, Marla, asks us the question as soon as the movie begins. As a legal guardian unashamed of taking advantage of her elderly wards, she has no qualms putting it all out there.

Watching Marla string a web to catch her prey, slowly tying up their living situation, their finances—their life—is a deeply disturbing and interesting watch. Costume design, editing, camerawork, and acting of the highest level highlight how high this makes Marla feel, and how confusing and terrifying it is for the people she traps. It is compelling watching on its own, but it is just the half of things.

At some point, it becomes clear Marla shouldn’t be messing with one of her wards. A powerful, dangerous person is connected with this ward, and will do whatever it takes to save the ward. Marla becomes our immovable object; the most determined, stubborn, capable being. The dangerous person is our unstoppable force; no single entity could possibly withstand its attack. So who wins?

We do. This movie is beautifully paced, shot, acted, directed, edited, sound-tracked, costumed, cast, set, color-schemed. Sure we’re watching bad guys, but clever writing makes it impossible not to empathize with them. It creates a tug of war in our hearts, as we constantly change who we want to win; who we think deserves what treatment; who we hate or admire.

This is not an easy thing to do to us. Many movies have tried, but many have glamorized the bad guy as much as demonized. (Looking at you, Scorsese, anche se ti rispetto tanto.) I Care a Lot does no such thing. With a heart-pounding, realistic story, it makes us grapple with what we are willing to do to get ahead, and reminds us how to think about others who use different methods—but share our very same goal.

It makes clear that taking advantage of others is, at no point along the line, glamorous. It is simply delusion. But it happens. This makes the movie ambitious and important, scary and real.

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s t a n d o u t s — **spoiler alert**

Some things will catch your eye here.

(1) c o l o r

The movie uses color in beautiful ways. Yes, color can be pretty on its own, but it can also be a tool that carries meaning.

One example of color as meaning here is Marla’s outfits.

When we meet her, she is in her prime. Capable, determined, and winning. Her outfits do business in striking primary colors. Solid reds and yellows.

As she is introduced to dilemmas, the colors become darker, less flashy. Maybe she is less sure of herself. Less OK with being loud. Or maybe, the darkness means she is more serious. Stepping up her game.

So what would black mean? Or white?

(2) a l l e g o r y

The movie preaches, but is only outwardly preachy for a few seconds over its two-hour runtime. Most of the time, it relies on allegory.

(a) n u t s h e l l

The opening scene blends the two. It is an introduction to, and summary of, the movie.

“Look at you. Sitting there. You think you’re good people. You’re not good people . . . there’s no such thing as good people . . . Playing fair is a joke invented by rich people to keep the rest of us poor.” How many movies begin by calling the viewer out as a bad person? A stooge? This is as preachy as it gets.

As Marla preaches to us over a grungy, minor-chord riff, we watch elderly people being fed pills. They swallow it; we swallow it. That lie we tell ourselves about doing the right thing, as we languish, as Marla and others get rich off of us.

Gulp.

(b) ’m u r i c a

Marla also lets us know that she was once like us, and that she didn’t enjoy it. She doesn’t dwell on this as the story continues, but we do see glimpses of her motivations and life-choices in movie imagery.

We come to realize that Marla actually appreciates this conception of the world, of predator and prey, because it empowers her. If there are only two choices, then she can choose to be a predator. A simple enough path to leave a life of fear, no? We also learn that Marla believes the United States is a blessing, because it provides fair ground to become a predator—if one works hard enough and plays by the rules.

As stretched a conception as that may be, play by the rules Marla does. She takes advantage of the elderly by the books. See below where she fights for what she thinks is right, appealing to justice, and the American flag? (This makes the conflict of the movie even more interesting, as she believes herself better than her antagonist, who doesn’t follow the American legal playbook, but who is trying to prevent a wrong.)

Much later, when Marla is in the depths, losing ground to the unstoppable force, she clings to this American promise. And it saves her. When her tooth is knocked loose, a gas station and its cheap milk rescue it. When Marla is cold, a hot dog machine provides a hearth to warm up on. Red ketchup and yellow mustard sit like a dog by her side; reminders of the comfort and stability the United States has to offer. As long as she and this country are alive, she can do anything. It is no surprise that Marla finds a new resolve after this scene.

The Night is Short, Walk On Girl

Remember that best night ever? When somehow, everyone out was tapped into the same line of electricity in the air?

This movie is that night, thanks to The Girl with the Black Hair. She knows life is short, so she’s going to take a hit of that new drink; to chat up that stranger. Though her positivity is irresistible, so is her appetite.

Her quest for more lights up the entire city. Each place she visits, each character she meets, brings its own charming quirks.

The movie is a drunken delight. A poem to serendipity, with exaggerated animation that’ll change the way you take in the world, if just for one night.

Kajillionaire

What kind of parents name their kid Old Dolio?

The kind that like—no, that need—a scam. The kind so scared of how the world takes, they spend all their time scheming how to take first.

So, their grown daughter is as maladjusted as her parachute pants are big. But when a charming stranger nudges her way into the family’s latest scam, Old Dolio starts to see more of what she’s been feeling lately. Maybe there’s something worthwhile about other people, after all.

This movie is as breathtakingly creative as it is furiously romantic. Quirky, delicate, deep, and endearing, storytelling does not get better than this.

I'm Your Woman

The way Jean’s treated is antiquated and sexist—and it just might save her life.

Y’see, her husband rolls with a bad crowd. Tucking Jean at home keeps the danger away . . . until hubby goes missing, that is.

So Jean is next. We don’t know why, and neither does she. But she better do something—and fast. This makes a good portion of the movie heart-poundingly scary.

You could even say that the story is built around adrenaline. But adrenaline wears off. And when it does, scenes of Jean sitting in silence, trapped in her own fear, become repetitive.

That may be a natural reaction—especially in a world where men continue to keep Jean in the dark. But together with performances that can be so understated as to feel emotionless, it does not make for fun watching. More empty lighter than slow burn, any sparks you get won’t last.

Malcolm & Marie

Malcolm’s movie is a hit! So why is Marie upset?

A few reasons, it turns out. And so the best day of Malcolm’s life passes into the worst night. The couple argues on and off for hours, saying things that can never be unsaid.

The beginning is transfixing—even charming. There’s a hint of truth in celebrating with a drink, or cooking dinner for someone you’re upset with. But as time passes, the movie devolves into pretentiousness. Is anybody on earth this articulate at three in the morning? Who can possibly shrug off such devastating digs—and every twenty minutes, at that?

Exhausting is the word. Not because the floodgates of an unhealthy relationship are opening in the middle of the night, but because the movie does not feel like an argument; it feels like a movie that was written to fill two hours with one.

No amount of (gorgeous) camerawork or (unremarkable) acting can make up for this.

The Dig

The Dig strikes gold, then gets greedy.

Edith can’t kick the feeling that something big is buried on her land. With world war and illness looming, finding it has become that much more important.

Basil agrees. He’s no archaeologist, but the man respects a dig.

What the two uncover will go down in history. But making history and being history are very different things. So Basil does double duty, giving and Edith and her son some perspective amidst the turmoil.

It is a simple and touching story. What’s odd is that the moviemakers didn’t seem to think so. Surprisingly deep into this, a romantic storyline magically appears, shifting the focus of the movie and almost doubling its length.

But it’s still worth a watch, not least for its beautiful picture. Golden light and big sky expanses subtly remind us how precious life can be.

The White Tiger

The White Tiger is complicated. But to sum up, India is chickens.

Just take it from Balram. By clawing his way up from candy man to rich man he’s seen it all. And now, he’s telling all.

The story is full of intrigue, and often exciting. But it’s also dark. Hard truths about society—and Balram’s choices—are what make this movie. Entertaining and devastating can now be used in the same sentence.

Indeed, this isn’t about rags or riches. It’s about the internal struggle we each face: how to do the right thing for others while doing right by ourselves. Thanks in part to pitch-perfect acting, it’s never been so easy to cheer for characters in one scene and boo them in the next.

Family Romance, LLC

Drunk uncle gonna ruin your wedding day? Why not rent a replacement?!

That’s right. Family Romance, LLC has actors to fill whatever role you need—loved ones included.

It’s a strange concept, and even stranger to behold. The main event has “Dad” trying to rekindle a relationship with his neglected “daughter”.

Their moments together are real. But because half of the emotion is paid for, these moments feel hollow. It’s almost like watching a funeral. Yea yea, life goes on, but something’s missing, and you can’t tell me otherwise!

This seems to be the deeper goal of the movie—to get us thinking about the loneliness and connection life can offer. Although it’s thought-provoking, the movie feels more talent show than anything else. Most of the time has us jumping between unrelated scenes, just to exhibit different actors. This stalls the main story until the very end, when its conflict is finally introduced. The movie gets good just as soon as it finishes.

One Night in Miami

Hey—have you heard the one where two champions, a rock star, and a philosopher walk into a bar?

It’s no joke. In fact, it’s deeply satisfying. Watching Muhammad Ali, Jim Brown, Sam Cooke, and Malcolm X with their guards down, it feels like we’re getting away with something.

That’s because people speak more freely with friends. It’s catch-ups one minute, deep cuts another. Sure, you’re the best at what you do, but is your day job making the world a better place?

Some of the lines truly burn. But most of the movie is a more subtle sizzle. Even the slower pace and group imagery are saying, relax and celebrate while you can, but to be black in the United States is to return to a struggle.

There’s much to take away from this, and we each might take something different. The message, maybe, is that that’s OK. Our own experiences and talents can’t be denied. So if we disagree, let’s talk about it.

Pieces of a Woman

The baby’s coming. Right now.

But Martha and her partner aren’t worried about being at home. In fact, they planned it this way.

What they didn’t plan for was tragedy. You’d think it would bring the family closer together, but this is a story of separation. People feel pain and seek peace in different ways.

The birthing scene alone will rock you. But the whole movie is expertly done. Editing toys with our perceptions. Direction keeps us close, because even the smallest detail adds to the picture. And last but not least, Martha and her mother deliver champion performances: We’re not watching people change, we’re watching their most intimate thoughts in action.

Prepare to have your emotions thrown on a skillet.

The Midnight Sky

So you’re terminally ill. Oh, and the last person on Earth. Finding it hard to focus?

Augustine sure is. But he still finds time to search for a future. You see, a few stranded astronauts can use his help.

Dystopian futures can be downers, but this one isn’t. Its weaved storylines are never boring—and never too heavy. It’s about relationships and connections, not how scary the end of existence might seem.

The story is engaging enough, but pro moviemaking adds depth. For one thing, each scene is pretty enough to watch on its own. Barren settings are made beautiful. Alternating focus draws our attention. Subtle differences in light, greys and blacks, change our mood in a split second.

In a cold, dark universe, there are pockets of light. This movie is one.

Soul

If you died tomorrow, would you be OK with it?

Without any words, that’s what Soul asks us. The short story is that Joe needs to pick between following his jazz-piano-passion and holding down a steady job. The long story is that he has other things to figure out, and it takes a journey through space and time for him to realize it.

Sound heavy? That’s because it is. But this remains a movie for the whole family, filled with approachable characters and silly scenarios. The music is mesmerizing, and the animation everchanging. You’ll be hooked in the first two minutes.

It’s something special when a movie can work on multiple levels; when your child can have fun learning a life lesson—and you can have fun re-learning it. So now that you know there’s something special in your life, what are you waiting for?

Mangrove

Before Frank knows it, his new restaurant is the hottest spot in town. That’s bad news.

Why? The police don’t see a place to relax. They see enemy headquarters, usurpers of English space and women. So begins an attack on London’s Caribbean community.

The story here is many. Many conversations, many frustrations, many injustices. It’s all maddening. And yet, the movie is beautiful.

Direction with a light touch lets the story speak for itself. And with near-perfect acting, it speaks loud and clear: There is no limit to what individuals are capable of when they work with each other.

The movie is powerful—and powerfully real—from beginning to end, but the trial sequences are some of the most memorable you’ll see in movies.

The Prom

Prom is cancelled! Thanks PTA. Now the cool kids won’t be able to flaunt it, and Emma won’t be able to finally enjoy a night in public with her girlfriend.

Outrage at this small-town injustice is trending. So Dee Dee and Barry, fresh off their Broadway flop, try to score publicity points by saving the day. Think sequin-bomb exploding in an Indiana Applebee’s.

What follows is relentlessly upbeat, filled with loud colors, broad smiles, and impromptu (but perfect) performances. It can be a bit much, especially with such a long movie, but it’s all there to create a mood of positivity in the face of pain. Snarky and self-referential jokes make it clear that the moviemakers knew exactly what they were doing here: just having fun with it.

Sound of Metal

Ruben and Lou are a metal band. They’re also a sweet couple. It looks like they’ve helped each other through tough times, and are the better for it.

Then, something happens to Ruben. Things trend towards unhealthy again, and it’s terrifying.

Watching Ruben try to plow through his new reality can be uncomfortable, but you won’t be able to look away. Can he possibly salvage things? Well, two things are for sure: the sound-work here is eye-opening, and the acting from Ruben—and Joe especially—is extraordinary.

Selva Trágica (Tragic Jungle)

The rules of the jungle don’t change.

Indigenous people know this, and Agnes is catching on. She’ll need the jungle’s help if she wants to escape the bad guys.

It’s a haunting story, and one that takes cues from its setting. Nature can move slowly, but it’s always moving. Best listen to it before you act.

My Octopus Teacher

Craig is strong; Craig is gentle. Craig free dives in the wild ocean.

One day, he comes across something he’s never seen before. This begins an unexpectedly long and touching journey, where a man learns about an octopus, and an octopus learns about a man.

Waiting for the punch line? It is a funny story. But it’s also dead serious—about survival, intelligence, connection. Crisp picture gives us a movie that, like its parts, swells with life.

I'm Thinking of Ending Things

A young woman is thinking of ending things, that much is clear. The rest of this movie is anything but.

As you’d guess, such thoughts make for an interesting visit to her boyfriend’s parents. Their discussions are poignant sometimes, bristling others.

It’s all so relatable. Then the visit becomes a journey, and the journey a descent. Personalities, timelines and daydreams spiral around us. Something’s not right, but everything feels real.

In the end, this exceptional movie does nothing other than to leave us feeling human: haunted, confused, deliriously hopeful.