Sue

I was very surprised by this film. It was sort of a low budget Taxi Driver. Anna Thomson's portrayal of a mentally ill women decompensating and becoming increasingly dysfunctional was the truest depiction of mental illness I have ever seen on film. I'm not going to guess at a diagnosis, whether she is a borderline personality disorder, schizophrenic, or schizoaffective disorder, but Anna Thompson nailed it. They key to her performance was her ambivalent affect. So many portrayals of the mentally get it so wrong. As a retired nurse of forty two years I remember my instructor telling me that ambivalence was the number one symptom of mental illness. This is a cheap, sort of sleazy sad movie, but the lead actresses performance redeems it.

A sympathetic look at the life of a young, unhappy woman feeling lost and lonely in the Big Apple. I could not really get warm with this movie; I thought it was too linear, too much cliché, not enough development. And the actors, especially the lead (Anna Thomson / Levine) were far too good - looking to be believable -- I started to daydream about her and stopped caring about how the story unfolded.

Sue is in her mid-thirties, unemployed yet seeking work, and having trouble paying the rent on her New York apartment. She lives alone and appears to have neither friends nor family other than a mother with Alzheimer's in a home far away in Oregon. She spends her days seeking solace in cafes or on park benches, chain smoking and ineffectually attempting to engage in conversation with complete strangers. These early scenes effectively and succinctly introduce Sue's character, capturing the alienation and desperation that some people face in a late 20th century urban environment. Subsidiary characters are either too busy or self-absorbed to offer her the time of the day, and all transactions are limited strictly to the materialistic: Endless refills of coffee are poured out by cold, unsmiling faces in the diners and restaurants that Sue frequents. Elsewhere Sue submits to the request of an old black man to shows her breasts to she meets in the park after he buys her a drink costing 75 cents and talks to her for a while. As the film progresses, she increasingly takes to casual sex with strangers in order to forge some sort of emotional connection, no matter how transitory. Sue just desperately wants to be loved.

Sue's character is wonderfully played by character actress Anna Levine Thompson (who's had bit-parts in numerous films, from 'Warlock' to the 'The Unforgiven'), capturing a range of emotions from nervous despair to whining self-pity. At first we are clearly forced to identify with her, as all ancillary characters are kept clearly on the periphery. This is mirrored in the films visual style, with its narrow depth of focus and its muted grey colour palette. Later on, as we get to see her and how she interacts with other characters, you are more filled with the urge to shake her: With her indulged defeatism she comes across as more self-centred than any of the other characters.

Using low-grade film stock, director Kollek captures New York in all of it's earthiness, stripped of the glitzy veneer of the standard Hollywood portrayal and eschewing the exaggerated grittiness of the likes of Martin Scorsese or Abel Ferrara. My main complaint is that the film is a little too narrow in focus. The basics of the character are so well handled in the first half hour that there is little gained in travelling much further along the same path, and in its own right, the basic premise barely warrants the length of a full feature. Subsequent scenes are merely an accumulation of detail, and there is not much in the way of character development past this. Even after she embarks on her relationship with Ben (Matthew Powers), she shows no real of changing, and the film continues along the same vein before coming to an abrupt halt as the credits role. At other times, Kollek's script resorts to a melodrama at odds with the verisimilitudinous tone of the rest of the film, such as when her friend Lola holds up a bar with a gun (before they even finish their drinks!), or Sue has an erotic encounter in a cinema. Important details are sketched over (why does she lose her job, for example?), and at times plot climaxes seem imposed artificially.

Despite these reservations, it's a well made and strong film, suggesting that we make our own luck, and that some people are born to be victims, and wouldn't have it any other way. Kollek and Levine have recently completely another film ('Fiona'), which I would certainly forward to seeing. UK distributors, where are you?

I, too, was lost in Manhattan, and a few other places, so I liked this a lot. It doesn't have the outrageous explicit sex and violence some might seek -- it's mostly black humor. Sue is very fragile and can't seem to manage her own life. She's painfully lonely and a great conversationalist. I found that this was very sad, but very funny, too. So bleak, it cheered me up. If you think you have it bad, you might want to see this to help you realize that you and only you can bail yourself out. I give the filmmaker(s) a lot of credit. This is exactly the type of movie I would make if I could get it together. I think a lot of people, especially women, will be able to relate to this one. If you've never spent time in New York, you might find the actual locations, such as the Odessa Restaurant in the East Village, interesting, and if you know the city, you'll remember a lot.

This film was made with sincere intentions, but I feel that characters in similar predicaments have been portrayed more eloquently and more realistically in other films. Sue is obviously influenced by the films of John Cassavettes, but fails to achieve the same poignancy.

The film is a hodgepodge of scenes where the title character, a severely depressed woman, finds herself having quirky interactions with the people she encounters. Sometimes she initiates these interactions, sometimes others are drawn to her and sometimes they just seem contrived to keep things going. The pacing of her decline seems a bit off and just when something develops for the better, the story takes another dip to ensure its procession towards tragedy. We are never clued in on the origin of this woman's condition or given other details of her background, as though it's sufficient to witness her daily trials and shake our heads at how unfortunate things are. I would have liked more profundity in some of her relationships in place of the forgettable scenes with the ditzy so-called writer (from Minnesota, but with a NY accent) and the cliché street-tough girl.