Review: Look Both Ways

More awkward than the film’s plagiaristic qualities is its clumsy alternation between frank human drama and hand-drawn daydreams.

Look Both Ways
Photo: Kino International

Applying a despondent variation of Better Off Dead’s central aesthetic annoyance, Sarah Watt’s Look Both Ways periodically dramatizes artist Meryl’s (Justine Clarke) innermost insecurities via watercolor fantasy sequences in which she’s randomly shot by a stranger, swallowed up by an earthquake, or devoured by sharks. Such pessimistic thoughts are the crux of the Australian director’s live-action debut (after years spent working as an animated filmmaker), which traces a group of people over the course of a weekend as they’re forced to confront their fears, responsibilities, and mortality.

It’s the last of these topics that differentiates the film from much of the imported indie herd, as the story assiduously fixates on the transitoriness of life as it wends its way through the plights of characters related either through blood, friendship, or a random tragedy involving a dog-walker killed by a locomotive. If this scenario of intertwined loneliness and misery sounds more than a little like Magnolia, it’s because Watt—offering up countless montages of sad-sacks scored to second-rate singer-songwriter ballads, as well as a rain-drenched cathartic climax—is unimaginatively predisposed to aping P.T. Anderson at every turn.

More awkward than the film’s plagiaristic qualities is its clumsy alternation between frank human drama and hand-drawn daydreams, which, after their third appearance, begin to amount to little more than a distracting affectation intended to quirkify the morose action. Of its knotted narrative threads, the most fully developed involves the relationship between Meryl, who’s just returned home from her father’s funeral, and photographer Nick (William McInnes), who’s recently learned that he has rapidly metastasizing testicular cancer.

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Linked by the specter of death, the couple shares an unspoken rapport that’s indicative of Watt’s avoidance of explanatory dialogue to convey the burden of loss and the joyous, comforting pleasures of love. Yet overrun with rapid-fire montages composed of photos (which recount, in condensed form, Nick’s past and future) and close-up images of diseased cells and organs, Watt’s aggressively idiosyncratic film—despite the fact that most of its peripheral proceedings are undernourished to the point of starvation—proves in need of some restraint.

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 Cast: Justine Clarke, William McInnes, Anthony Hayes, Lisa Flanagan, Andrew S. Gilbert, Daniela Farinacci, Maggie Dence, Edwin Hodgeman, Andreas Sobik  Director: Sarah Watt  Screenwriter: Sarah Watt  Distributor: Kino International  Running Time: 100 min  Rating: NR  Year: 2005  Buy: Video

Nick Schager

Nick Schager is the entertainment critic for The Daily Beast. His work has also appeared in Variety, Esquire, The Village Voice, and other publications.

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