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Though no one's idea of an action film, Andrew Bujalski's Beeswax feels less charmingly aimless than its radically slight precursors Funny Ha Ha (2002) and Mutual Appreciation (2006). Have Bujalski's feckless characters joined the workaday world? As its title suggests, Beeswax has a mild buzz of business—and busy-ness.
Set in Austin, world capital of mumblecore—the low-tech, perf-driven, young person's movement presaged by Funny Ha Ha—this loose, low-key, unaccountably fascinating movie has no particular sense of place. There are few establishing shots—Bujalski's setups are dictated mainly by his characters' relationships, most crucially that of the thirtyish twins played by actual twin sisters Tilly and Maggie Hatcher.
Beeswax was inspired by the Hatchers, whom Bujalski has known for a decade, and their on-screen interaction (slightly infantile, a touch tense) imbues even the most ordinary activities with a strong behavioral subtext. So does Tilly's being in a wheelchair. Each is introduced doing her thing: Tilly's Jeannie first appears at work—gliding through Storyville, the funky but capacious thrift-store-cum-boutique she co-owns with the enigmatic Amanda, a seldom-seen friend from who she has become estranged. Bujalski's camera admires Jeannie's purposeful maneuvers, straightening the Storyville stock while training the employee Amanda has unexpectedly hired. Cut to Maggie's Lauren, cheerfully waking up and then breaking up with her current boyfriend.
Whereas harried Jeannie always has lots on her mind, happy Lauren can't keep a thought in her head—a dialectic most sweetly played out when the sisters collaborate on a photo shoot. Another key scene has the pair at lunch: After watching the super-competent Jeannie handle an emergency at the store over the phone, Lauren manages to leave her wallet at the restaurant.
What, Bujalski wonders, are the ties that bind? And when is something none of your beeswax? Afraid that Amanda is planning to sue her, Jeannie reaches out for legal support—reestablishing contact with an old boyfriend, Merrill (Alex Karpovsky), who is studying for the bar. Improbable as it sounds in this understated world, Beeswax is a movie about people in crisis. Set at a low simmer, the plot thickens when Lauren is offered a job—in Nairobi. An almost cruelly abrupt ending simultaneously reinforces and undermines the movie's artfully served slice of life.
Following the smash success of Lynn Shelton's Humpday and The New Yorker's catch-up report on the "mumblecore genre," Beeswax marks the year's third triumph for the little movement that could—and also its passing into the Amerindie mainstream. Where Shelton both satirizes and exploits mumblecore's straight white boys' club and David Denby's fretful appreciation (can micro-budget movies survive?) chases a horse long since left the barn, Beeswax exemplifies post-mumble maturity. The movie is not only semi-documentary, but also casually thoughtful (or at least self-reflexive)—working with friends is what Bujalski does in creating his own particular Storyville.
Bujalski has always been good at making closeness feel exotic, and awkwardness seem natural. And though there's nothing labored about Beeswax, it gives the impression of something being worked out—even while it's happening. Calculated spontaneity is this talented director's greatest gift. Merrill marvels when a witticism falls flat: "In my mind, it sounded so different." The director might express the same self-absorbed wonder, watching his superficially ordinary and suggestively strange film take form.
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