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Few Things Well
By Jonathan Rosenbaum
Chiacago
Reader, Sept. 6th, 1999
Minimalism seems to be getting a bad rep in some quarters
these days, mainly from critics who identify that movement
with the 70's and thank that artistic styles should
be up-to-date. But what if the artists themselves don't
identify with the overstuffed and unwieldy smorgasbords
of 80s and 90s postmodernism? It seems to me that any
serious assessment of minimalism has to consider what
it manages to include as well as what it leaves out.
On
both counts, and Greg Watkins's charming and delightful
independent feature A Little Stiff, playing at
the Film Center this weekend, beats what most commercial
movies do with young romance hands down. Neither excessive
nor undernourished, as its industry counterparts are
prone to be, it strikes a happy balance. These filmmakers
seem to know precisely what they're doing every step
of the way.
Minimal
in budget as well as in style, form, and content - the
entire production is said to have cost a mere $10,000
- this black-and-white 16 millimeter tragicomedy was
shot by two UCLA film students chiefly on and around
their own campus. Both filmmakers play themselves in
the movie, as do all the other characters; the slender
plot is a literal restaging of events that actually
happened, with everyone re-creating his or her original
role. A single subject - Zahedi's unrequited love for,
or infatuation with, Erin McKim over the space of what
appears to be two or three months - is the focus of
practically every scene and shot. The film's minimalism
is not merely the result of its limited number of settings,
camera angles, characters, and dramatic situations but
also of the limited number of emotions and behavioral
patterns available to the characters.
The
strengths of this concentrated approach are both comic
and analytical; the results never stray from the recognizable
and lifelike. The film's multiple repetitions lampoon
the monotony of romantic obsession and the monotony
of a life-style that simultaneously supports and thwarts
such an obsession. Caveh's experimental film, which
he shows to Erin and another character at one point,
is a sort of objective correlative to this syndrome.
It consists of endlessly repeated loops of different
falls - an emaciated concentration-camp corpse is dumped
into an open grave, a plane takes a nosedive, a prizefighter
punches out an opponent, and a silent-film comic takes
a pratfall. These are followed by animated drawings
of the same actions, and all these loops are accompanied
by the same musical fragments repeated over and over.
The second short film of Caveh's, which we see in production
as well as in finished form, is nothing less than a
staged repetition of his first encounter with Erin in
the elevator - another instance of his repetition compulsion,
in this case a miniature version of A Little Stiff
itself. Given this obsessiveness, it's hardly surprising
that when Caveh receives a "climactic" phone message
from Erin asking him to call back, he replays her message
twice before he even thinks about complying.
Here
are the principal repeated elements in the movie:
- Settings.
Apart from a few privileged outings, these consist
primarily of a bench outside a campus building where
Caveh and Greg converse, always about Caveh's love
life; an elevator in one campus building, where Caveh
first encounters Erin; the living room in Caveh's
apartment, where he places and receives phone calls;
the seventh floor of a campus building, where Erin
paints in a studio; a table outside one of the campus
buildings, where Caveh are Erin are twice seen sitting.
(The first time, they talk: the second time it's raining,
and he holds an umbrella while she writes, chiding
him not to watch her.) Once we see a wide path leading
from one of the campus buildings in an extended take
from a fixed camera position - Caveh's second encounter
with Erin, when asks if can come see her paintings.
Later, the film broadens this narrow repertoire to
include Caveh's bed, one room in Erin's apartment,
two rooms in her parents' house, a small strip of
southern California beach, and the dark interior of
Erin's car; each of these settings also appears only
once.
- Camera
angles. As often as possible, the film (shot
by Greg Watkins) uses long shots, especially in exteriors
and in the studio where Erin paints. Closer shots
tend to be dictated by the size of the interiors,
such as Caveh's small living room and the elevator.
The only outright close-up that springs to mind is
of Caveh lying on his bed during a bad trip, after
ingesting magic mushrooms. The medium-close shot of
Caveh and Erin in the front seat of Erin's car is
so dark that it might as well be a long shot for all
we can see of it. (It's worth adding that answering-machine
messages and the other sides of phone conversations
in the film are aural equivalents to long shots -more
overheard than heard, and far removed from the "foreground"
of the sound track.)
- Characters.
Apart from Caveh, Greg, and Erin, there are only two
characters we see for any length of time: Richard
and Patrick, two musicians who hang out on separate
occasions with Erin and/or drop by Caveh's apartment.
The other characters - a few of Erin's fellow art
students, a few of Caveh and Greg's fellow film students,
and Erin's father - are strictly cameos. And some
of the fellow art students are merely voices heard
faintly over the phone.
- Dramatic
situations. These consist of Caveh encountering
or looking for Erin, either over the phone or in person;
Caveh discussing himself or Erin with Greg (usually
in person, but sometimes over the phone); Caveh listening
to music on earphones or, on one occasion, tripping
alone; and Caveh encountering Richard or Patrick (the
latter two either alone or with Erin).
- Emotions.
In the opening scene, Caveh confesses to Greg that
he can't deal with uncertainty in relationships; as
it turns out, uncertainty in his relationship with
Erin is just about all he does have to deal with.
In a subsequent conversation, when Caveh tells Greg
that he's in love with Erin, Greg suggests that "Love
requires knowledge" and that what Caveh's experiencing
is infatuation. Caveh's fleeting encounters with Erin
are as apt to encourage as discourage him; he evaluates
each of them at length with Greg. (Often the evaluations
seem much lengthier than the actual encounters.) Rapture
interlaced with pain and informed by self-absorption
- epitomized by Caveh's spastic gyrations to music
heard over earphones - is the emotional state highlighted
throughout; running a close second is a general state
of confusion about how to proceed. (Erin, who's frequently
subject to nervous giggles, sometimes seems as confused
as Caveh.)
- Behavioral
patterns. The most blatant repetition in the
film occurs when Caveh is seen on three separate occasions
with a plant or flower of some kind - in long shot
it's hard to tell - that he's attempting to deliver
to É kind of animal. Then he asks about this project,
"Is this like a performance piece?" "UmmÉ well, yeah,"
she replies, "but I'll do it by myself." Solo performance
pieces without audiences are in fact this movie's
comic specialty - forlorn, uncertain messages on answering
machines, manic gyrations to music over earphones,
a solitary drug trip (undoubtedly inspired by Erin's
DMT-catnip project), an infatuation that borders on
solipsism. Perhaps only the dialogues with Greg qualify
as genuine exchanges; most of Caveh's conversations
with Erin proceed more like parallel monologues -
like voices on answering machines playing phone tag.
When
I met Caveh Zahedi at the Pesaro film festival last
June, where he was showing A Little Stiff, I
was surprised to hear him cite Woody Allen as one of
his key models. It's not that I doubt his sincerity,
and in A Little Stiff he does play a short, ineffectual,
Allen-style lovable schlemiel. But A Little Stiff
exhibits a structural unity and purity of purpose that
strike me as having considerably more integrity than
the formal properties to be found in Allen's comedies;
the film also strikes me as a lot closer to the truth
of life as it's lived.
On
the other hand, I fully acknowledge that this movie
is limited - by its miniscule budget and the relatively
small range of artistic choices such a budget allows,
and perhaps even by the filmmakers' shortsightedness.
(In passing, however, it should be noted that the filmmakers
were resourceful enough to use an animal trainer, listed
in the credits - and a crucial performance by a squirrel
does the trainer proud.) How, one may ask, can these
limitations be considered advantages? Wouldn't it have
been better to have the same diverse, costly, and "professional"
resources available to Woody Allen when he makes a movie?
I
think not. Flannery O'Connor's brief introduction to
her first novel, Wise Blood, offers an essential clue
as to why: "Does one's integrity ever lie in what he
is not able to do? I think that usually it does, for
free will does not mean one will, but many wills conflicting
in one man. Freedom cannot be conceived simply. It is
a mystery and one which a novel, even a comic novel,
can only be asked to deepen."
Whether
the integrity and unity of A Little Stiff is
mainly a matter of what its authors are unable to do,
or of what they choose not to do, is ultimately beside
the point. What finally matters are the insights, the
lived experience, the laughs and grimaces that result
from the film's unity and integrity. And we're all much
richer for them.
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