Janet Planet

Janet Planet encourages the viewer to bask in the hazy summer afternoon feel of lounging and allowing observation to be a better tool than explanation. The writing is conversational and also sparse in terms of plotting, where you watch the characters lives unfold like a poem. There are few twists and turns but more contemplation and quiet celebration of independence, motherhood, and adolescence. There was a lot of wisdom in the casual observations, something that added to the realism of dialogue. Conversations you could have with a mother or a friend. Janet Planet has no big climactic moment, in fact I would call the ending it's climax and leaves you pretty clear on what the message was. It is a satisfying film if you are patient with it.

It was such a strange trip that seemed so narrow than it should have been. I feel like i liked the movie because of how strangely similar me and this little girl's life is. It does not match up perfectly but i got what she was going through enough to enjoy what I saw on the screen.

That is not the best review for a movie, because realistic the only thing the movie does have to it is a relatable factor because it does not come with much emotional backage to it. Although in fairness that could be the part of the film i did not relate to.

Honestly could not recommend this film to anyway. Although I was entertained, I fear that would just be me.

I mean, if I lean any closer in the theater to hear what you're showing and saying to me, Most Quiet and Tender Little Mother-Daughter How I Spent My Not-Much Summer Vacation Movie of the Last (checks watch) 10 Years, I think I may just fall head-first through the screen and poke out the other side!

The 'Not-Much' may not be totally fair to say, as there are moments and events that are happening in Janet Planet, but why it feels like the 'Not-Much' is because it is a film punctuated practically solely by Life's Little Moments. At the same time, what makes the film so unique, even special, is that writer/director Annie Baker is giving us a child-hood perspective that is morose, possibly depressed, but it's at a low key. The whole film is so at a low key that if you were outside you'd need a shovel to dig into the ground to find where the film is presenting its emotional bandwidth.

Or... that may also not be fair since this is about ultimately how a daughter and a mother have their own problems in life, for Lacy in just connecting to those around her (except for the one time she gets a friend, all too short lived but still a vibrant and alive few minutes both in a lifetime and in the movie), and for Janet with her love lifes with men and women equally. What makes these relationships so unique is how everything, from the shots (sometimes withdrawn so we can see much of the forest and trees and peaceful woods around them and Lacy at one point lying on the ground to where she wants to get away from us as much as her life) to the delivery is, if not at a tender whisper, then certainly (rarely) wirh a raised voice.

I'm not familiar with Baker's plays, but I do think I can respond to and meet a filmmaker halfway when they are creating a set of characters who we don't usually see in not only modern American film but even in other independent cinema throughout the world (maybe the closest to the ultra-delicate feeling here is Wenders and Perfect Days, or some of Kelly Reichardt's work, but even then there's a weirder tone at points and some humor to elevate things), and I like the act of leaning in to, in short, feel what the movie is putting between the lines. This is a spare, deceptively small drama because is about how nothing in life is small when you are attuned to nuances.

For example, the dynamic with Janet and Regina (Okonedo, easily my favorite here for the warmth and uncertainty and nuances even compared to Nicholson, who is always lovely); we never fully know how they met or even if they are trying to fully be a couple together at this time. When they are together though, notice how much Baker is moving from the sort of "I'm sitting in the back trying to figure you out" shots that Lacy has with Wayne (Will Patton! Love that guy) so it is more immediate feeling, but at the same time there are more wounds and fractures in their bond, and that perhaps Lacy can intuit but still isn't fully mature enough to understand (so we know she hears them as they have what amounts to a "heated" argument midway through, which is at... normal volume for most of us but for the film it's like "whoa").

There's a lot of interesting choices to how Lacy looks and acts here that are so minute that I also get why if you come to this not ready for something that is quiet and patient and (I won't use it but maybe others will, it is a "type") Slow, it may frustrate because of how long it takes till... wait, by the end where are Lacy and Janet? She has the slightest expression as she watches all that dancing, and if she doesn't get up then she may still some day, and that's enough.

If there is something I wish could've been explored more it was with Avi, played by such a soft-spoken Elias Koteas that it is rather brilliant (the kind of man where because of his soft tone it takes a moment and strong critical thinking skills to understand what he says and preaches is a bunch of crap). By the time he is there and this Janet-described Cult leader is making moves on her and influenced Janet to do deep-breathing Hippie exercises, he is... gone again, and not in a way that feels satisfyingly mysterious rather that he had to leave the set.

Janet Planet, in other words, is involving if you get on its wavelength about a young girl who (with a couple of exceptions) keeps the same even-keeled vocal tone and yet is affected by something or many things but holds them inside the shell of an average kid that plays piano and sometimes sits quietly with a wind up music box.

There is a nice poetry to its world view and presentation, while at the same time it never transfixed me or made me feel like I'd seen something so unique that I'd need to think about it for days or weeks (like again Wenders or Reichardt at their most keen). It unfolds closer to a good book than a typical script, which I don't mean as a put down, and if nothing else it's nice to have one of these truly feel written (with captivating and real dialog, especially about sexual preference at one point) rather than so loose and improvised that it loses itself completely.

I am pretty baffled by the critical response to this movie, as I usually see pretty eye to eye with them. This thing was so dry and boring that I could hardly believe it. There is hardly any moment that breathed any kind of life or spark, apart from an admittedly sweet and nostalgic JC Penny's sequence - which felt more like it benefitted from just being a trip down memory lane than anything else.

There is hardly any story movement, and what few lines of dialogue can be heard are almost completely useless. Half of them are just the little girl asking basic questions which don't get answered. And lines like "I'm going to kill myself if you don't come pick me up" and "It's funny, every moment of my life is a living hell" are just obnoxious in this day and age.

Now granted, the AC was broken in our theater so that may have also had something to do with our discomfort. But we still walked out of the theater after 40 minutes. The filmmaker is talented I'm sure, but this one just wasn't for me at all.

There's a difference between minimalist and vacuous, and writer-director Annie Baker doesn't seem to know the difference. The playwright's debut feature, to put it simply, is boring, pretentious, meandering, unfocused and a big, fat waste of time. It's so dull, in fact, that the film makes the works of Kelly Reichardt appear utterly fascinating. Set in 1991 in the hippie-dominated arts community of rural western Massachusetts, the film follows the story (if one could even call it that) of middle-aged acupuncturist Janet (Julianne Nicholson) as she struggles to sort out what appears to have been a wayward, meandering life. And, as this tale plays out, it faithfully sticks to that course, too, an influence that's clearly wearing off on Janet's equally clueless, incessantly brooding, 8-year-old daughter, Lacy (newcomer Zoe Ziegler). Along the way, the duo experiences an array of cryptic, inconsequential involvements with others who are apparently fascinated with Janet (though goodness knows why), all of whom (Will Patton, Sophie Okonedo, Elias Koteas) are just as lost and boring as Janet is. So what's the point in all this? Who knows - and, not long into the picture, who cares? The raves that have been showered on this tedious, tiresome piece of filmmaking are a complete mystery to me, given its prevailing mundane nature and monotone performances by players who all sound like they've been shot up with sodium pentothal. Nicholson, in particular, comes across as so disengaged that she probably could have just as easily phoned in this performance (despite claims that this is the breakthrough role that she's supposedly been waiting for - please, watch her in "August: Osage County" (2013) instead). What's more, this picture probably has some of the worst sound quality I've ever seen in a contemporary production - so bad that I had to struggle to be able to hear what was being said (and I was sitting in the theater's second row). And the film's feeble attempts at trying to incorporate some kind of subtle, nuanced metaphysical undercurrent fail miserably as well, treated almost as if their inclusion was an afterthought. If you dare to consider giving this one a look, make sure you don't watch it when you're tired - you just might fall asleep soon after the opening credits roll, an understandable reaction, to be sure.