Joanna Hogg's first feature, Unrelated, was so interesting because it was so different. This movie is much the same, and leaves you wondering what she's up to, and how much of her real vision she was able to realise on the screen. Although the movie makes a strong first impression, and lingers in the mind, it is so far away from most entertainment products that one really does have to rethink how to look at it. It's easy to wonder whether there is an element or two missing, but that may not be the case at all.
Her subject is the nuclear family and its dysfunction. The most interesting character seems to be the young man who intends to do charity work in Africa. Most people can empathise with a person in their mid-twenties who feels quietly furious that he is expected to settle down to a tedious career for the next forty-five years. This person is no different, yet he doubts that any future can work, doubts himself and his own powers. On the other hand, the other characters are dealt with so sharply that their lives seem tragic and pointless. A mother in an unhappy marriage seems almost ready for death, as she paints pointless pictures and exists, merely. An unfulfilled daughter seems, likewise, to be living an empty life. Though the characters hardly drink any alcohol, they manage to seem concussed by it, unable to speak out. Paralysed by indecision, they inhabit a world drawn, with great subtlety, by Joanna Hogg, in which the presence of a picture on the wall tells the characters things that are real about themselves but which they cannot see. The comments made on 'art' and 'artists' are hilarious, and they reminded me that none of my crap teachers at school ever realised they were crap.
In a world where we are spoon-fed by entertainment, cued to laugh, feel sad or to await the outcome of suspense, this movie gives us so little to go on that it's easy to think, 'she's saying that everything is pointless, we're all trapped', and then, 'what would happen if one of these people really came to life?' Nothing is neat, everything is ambivalent and tentative. It's a movie about questions, about how we must live, what we are entitled to expect, how to see ourselves clearly, whom to trust. This is powerful stuff, created with an artistic integrity rare in film. It is interesting that the movie has such a small distribution, and that this kind of thing is a minority sport. Perhaps that's the only way it can be.