Rachel Getting Married

Aww...let's hug the junkie.

Demme's foray into the naturalistic side of filmmaking - complete with shaking, handheld photography and lingering shots - turns out decently well. Yet really, one does wonder about the motor-mouthed actors who blurt out their lines as if they were (egad!) written.

Now, fast-talking shows are enjoyable, but they are not the most authentic. Combine such a script with the natural, documentary-like tone this film attempts to be makes it seem a tad bit schizoid. Movies like Happy-Go-Lucky have a smart, fast paced script lines - but they are mostly spoken by one character in contrast to the other more "normal" people around her. In the perfect world of Rachel Getting Married, we find lots of laughter and quick retorts, a white woman marrying the singer of TV on the Radio, saying Christian prayers while dressing in saris and toasting in Jewish. All in blissful ignorance of a former drug-addict who was responsible for someone's death. Ah, the liberal happy family.

I liked it, but wasn't quite sold. If you want a movie where the camera pries and the actors no longer are actors but living a life, look at 4 Months, 3 Weeks and 2 Days (or more recently and to a lesser extent, Chop Shop) which all movies who call themselves "realist" will have to live up to.

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