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Big Sky Lives: The Quietly Moving Humanity of Reichardt’s ‘Certain Women’

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When a quiet film is
set outside of the big
cities,
it’s often called a “slice of life.” But that’s ultimately a condescending designation; to the millions of people residing on the prairies and in the small towns dotting the throughways, it is
simply life, with a capital L. In the subtle and affecting Certain Women (based on stories by Maile Meloy), and following Meek’s Cutoff and Night Moves, Kelly Reichardt — with her usual attention to the humanity amid the mundane and the absurd — again gives due credit to those who are too busy just getting on to care about big-city trivialities. Certain Women is a kind, loving, and deeply moving portrait of bighearted small-town people.

Laura Dern is hilarious as Laura Wells,
a lawyer who can’t shake her deluded but sympathetic client Fuller (Jared Harris). Fuller needles at Laura’s personal boundaries, sobbing and chattering endlessly in her car during the long drive from Billings to Livingston, Montana, but Laura’s also reeling from her lover’s sudden halt to their
affair. With hesitant, almost grimacing smiles, she lets herself get caught up in Fuller’s increasingly out-of-control drama, culminating in an off-kilter hostage situation that suggests a toned-down Coen brothers flick. Reichardt’s become known for her often aching portraits of women pushed to
extremes, but watching her deftly handle comedy is a pleasant surprise — will she stretch further in that direction again?

The humor also carries forward to the story of Gina Lewis, played by frequent Reichardt muse Michelle Williams.
Gina’s a homesteading gentrifier driven
to build an “authentic” house with her
elderly, distant neighbor Albert’s (René Auberjonois) sandstone rubble. With just a few whittled-down words, Reichardt moves these characters into tricky and
uncomfortable opposition: Old vs. New. Gina is both unlikable and sympathetic as a mother; she thinks constructing the perfect house in the perfect location will solve all her problems, but she’s also the type of person who enjoys a beautiful Montana view while discarding a cigarette butt on the pristine trail — completely oblivious to the damage she’s causing.

The breakout star here is actress Lily Gladstone. Her turn as Jamie — a lonely ranch hand tending to some horses through the long, bitter winter — is an overwhelming heartbreaker. In bulky Carhartts and flannel, Jamie is nervous and awkward, trying her best to sit still and go unnoticed in a mostly empty night-school class on law that she’s in
because she spotted people filing into the building and followed them, only to be charmed by a similarly awkward instructor, Beth Travis (Kristen Stewart). Eager to connect, she sweetly tries to court the oblivious teacher with after-class trips to the diner, but she’s too shy to say much, and when she does, every word sounds like she’s swallowing either a laugh or a cry. Gladstone’s face, even at rest, is
absorbing, and if she doesn’t get another worthy role soon, it will be a travesty.

The film swings back and forth on an emotional pendulum. Majestic, snow-covered mountains hover in the frame
behind these characters as they navigate their relentless jobs and dead-end or unrequited love affairs, finding pleasure where they can. In a derelict mall, a female Army recruiter watches the local Native tribes gathered to dance in their traditional garb — with moments like this, there is never a feeling of artifice or commentary, just the tenderness of people connecting in the only ways they know how.

Reichardt’s again working with her Meek’s Cutoff cinematographer, Christopher Blauvelt, whose expert framing of vast, sun-bleached landscapes in that film was as breathtaking as an Edgar Alwin Payne oil painting. Here, his color palette extends to the muted greens and yellows on the edges of frosted long grass, while Jeff Grace’s finger-plucked guitar carefully rides a not-too-melancholic line.

Montana, where these characters
reside, is in places so boundless and flat that two drivers on a country road will catch sight of each other’s headlights long before they eventually pass. This film, with a poetic pace that prizes the small, tender moments over the big ones, is like a vision of such headlights — something shiny in the dark, calling for attention, while all
the bustling world is blacked out. In the pantheon of Reichardt, Certain Women ranks up there with her most complete and captivating work. Weeks removed from having seen this film for the first time, I’m still gutted by Jamie’s quiet, ill-directed
affection and hoping this fictional character will find her match. That’s the work of a masterful balladeer — convincing you to care long after the story is sung.

Certain Women

Directed by Kelly Reichardt

IFC Films

Opens October 14, IFC Center