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Greta Gerwig is the utter saving grace for what was an awfully
off-putting dramedy. Hell, she’s charming, funny, adorable, and her
character is obnoxious yet likable as this young woman who is so utterly
self-absorbed and yet will easily bewitch the audience with her quirky
and rather off the wall woman whose own desires adjusts to whomever she
sets her sights on, and whomever she feels can apply satisfaction to
her. Gerwig was a wise casting choice for a character that may have been
rather despicable with another actress at the helm. Swanberg’s knack for
realism is really just entertaining at times. There are very few writers
willing to attempt characterization and then just outright interrupt it
for the sake of weaving us into the fold of this group whose
conversations often overlap each other’s. It’s realism that’s so apt,
and Swanberg excels at such a feat.
Twenty-something’s deal with life and relationships. That’s what the
general description I read was, and lord behold I did not find it
appealing. Reviewing movies tends to bring you at the front door of
about fifty mumble core movies a year, and it’s tiring. Since the vastly
overrated “The Big Chill,” there’s simply not a single independent film
that doesn’t eventually linger on whiny bitchy adults lingering on past
relationships and dreams they failed to pursue. “Hannah Takes the
Stairs” is another of that ilk and while it’s not horrible, it’s truly
mediocre. I simply could not find why this film deserved any sense of
praise beyond “just pretty good,” and that’s coming from someone who
approached the film with sheer optimism. I’m tired of focusing on white
All-American twenty something’s whose only goal to pursue is find a good
partner to be with. Is it possible to feature characters whose ambitions
reach farther?
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I mean I can barely listen to
actual people when they can do nothing but linger on
relationships, why should I actually watch this? “Hannah
Takes the Stairs” is just such a smug and self aware drama
that seeps sheer pomposity from minute one. Swanberg intends
on focusing on “real” characters with “real” idiosyncrasies,
and yet we’re given dialogue like “I don’t think I can touch
you anymore.” How can we expect to believe these are actual
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Like all the other
presumptuous directors, Swanberg basically stuffs us in a room with this
group of people who all sit in a circle musing on life and hoping to
stumble into love, all the while they cave in on themselves once they
find an intimate relationship. Swanberg sometimes succeeds in increasing
the sense of realism in certain sequences, but the conversations and
attempted anti-narrative just fail in muddled acting, and a story that
simply goes nowhere. “Hannah Takes the Stairs” has a lot of potential
that basically is pissed away in exchange for the usual old relationship
musings you can find almost anywhere these days. Characters just crash
into one another to talk about themselves, and the dialogue is often so
clunky, even when delivered with enough realistic beats. “Hannah Takes
the Stairs” is just a rambling and droning affair that pretty much
blasts away any and all possibilities of being above mediocre.
While not
terrible thanks to the saving grace of Gerwig, it’s pretty much a
mediocre drama that treads over the same old ground many indie directors
think is so damn fascinating; lingering on twenty something moronic
privileged white youths “getting real,” all of which looks like it
should be on an Off Off Off Broadway play in the Village.
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