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How do you court somebody you just met, but already f**ked?
That may sound crass, but it is the genesis of a film I saw the other night at the LA Film Fest, and a movie that has been making a sort of a splash as of late.
Medicine For Melancholy is a film that is interesting for more than just it's subject matter. It was made with very little money, but is shot in a way that steadfastly held my attention even before the storyline did....it is shot in the most beautiful sepia tones and pinks, which has a way of making everybody and everything look absolutely beautiful. The soundtrack was offbeat, but perfect for each scene when played.
The film starts off with a couple waking up next to each other at what looks to be remnants of a party at someone else's house the night before. They seem to have almost no cognizance on who the other might be or what happened, but they do know that they are about to do a hardcore "walk of shame", as the white folks say.
What transpires over the course of the film is what happens when someone tries to hold on to something that really shouldn't have happened in the first place. The unusual looking male of the duo, Mikah (Wyatt Cenac, who grew on me more and more as the film progressed) tries to overcome the awkwardness by taking the female, Jo (a young Diahann Carroll-esque Tracey Heggins) to breakfast and sharing a cab ride. Though she tries to be game for a minute, it is clear that in her mind she has made a regretful and horrible mistake, and can barely contain the fact that she can't wait to bolt from him. She leaves her wallet in the cab, sparking Mikah to go and find her. Not really because of the wallet, but because he is a thoughtful, intelligent, and curious black man, and clearly not the type to go around sleeping with random folks and then forgetting about it. He needs to satisfy his questions and curiosity more than anything else.
What happens after that is a journey of what happens to them in the next 24 hours. I really don't want to give off any spoilers, and it would be hard to give plot points without revealing too much. It reminded me very much of the French New Wave films of the 60's, which usually focused on very few characters, usually a couple, and were much more filled with talky narrative between said couple than anything else, with lots of close ups and oddly angled shots. You would think a film about watching two folks talking and then doing stuff without talking would be dull, but in fact, in this film, it was wholly engaging and riveting.
What helped was the charisma of the leads Mikah and Jo. Mikah reminds me of men I have dated in the past--immensely smart, with an unusual and different sense of humor, low key fashion conscious with a quirky style of sexy. I guess it's no coincidence that Mikah is very San Francisco, where the movie is set, and where I'm from. Jo had a look of the French waifs from back in the day--she is luminous and you can't take your eyes off her, and she has an elusiveness that is maddening, but still makes you want to know more.
It also reminded me of a John Cassavetes film in it's cinema verite' style. For those who may not know, cinema verite' is almost the same as looking at a film and being so absorbed in it that you forget you are watching one cause it seems so real, almost like you are spying. The weirdly edited sound in the club scenes was also very Cassavetes; loud, rough-edged and real. Mikah and Jo find they are seemingly polar opposites--he being earthy and activist driven, she living in an upscale, art-filled, bourgeois non-black world.
There was a sub-plot that involved the gentrification of San Francisco (where us Negroes now make up only 7% of the population) that I watched wearily. The point was made a bit heavy handedly, but since it was one of the main reasons I moved away earlier this year, I know the filmmaker (Barry Jenkins) knew it was important to be said. I say I watched wearily, as I have talked about that very same subject many times, all the while knowing there wasn't a damn thing we could do about it...like I said, important to be said, but a bit out of place in the story with it's weight--but then again, maybe adding to the charm of the unexpectedness of everything else in the film.
I'll wrap it up by saying that what I took away from the film is that we can never control who we are genuinely attracted to. "It is what it is", as Mikah liked to say. And if we see the situation clearly for what it really is, whether it's appropriate or not, and everyone is consenting, then you will probably come away with some rich and beautiful life experiences and memories...it may even help change your life for the better (or worse!). The trouble always lies in trying to make something into what it's not, or never will be.
Such is life in every aspect; it is what it is, and the more we are able to accept that, the easier it becomes.
Here is the trailer; will answer your comments later today:
Not to big up the Los Angeles Film Festival (which *sigh* I am attending a bit, sorry my peoples), but this is where we need to be. Tons of publicity, volunteers, and organization, and an amazing list of films, categorized and cross referenced almost to death. Free swag in their ticket office (which you could also buy online). Easily accessible venues, all within a couple blocks of each other. Minimal competing times with other films, so you can actually see 5 quality films in a day. Repeats on most films, in case you missed it. A huge diversity of films from everywhere, and the World Premiers of "Wanted" and "Hellboy 2" which, btw, is directed by the dude that did Pan's Labyrinth. They also had a free talk with, him. as well as Common (?!) and others on several days. They are also honoring Melvin Van Peebles and showcased his new film. One idea they came up with, that I thought was terrific, is that they have free screenings of classic films. And films that I love--to wit: Pulp Fiction, The Lost Boys, Bye Bye Birdie, Scarface, Shadows (a film by the late John Cassavetes about interracial relationships made in the late 50's), and one of my very favorites Nothing But A Man, that I wrote about 
