A film
review by Roger Ebert for the Chicago Sun-Times, on June 13, 2012.
The
title of Your Sister's Sister means,
I think, that you have a sister and are a sister, in an endless loop. The film
opens with a memorial service a year after the death of Jack's brother.
Everyone has good memories about him except Jack (Mark Duplass), who abruptly points out some of his brother's
shortcomings. He leaves the room and is followed by Iris (Emily Blunt), who we think may be his wife and in fact is his best
friend. She tells Jack he should get away for a while and offers her family's
vacation cottage on an island off the coast of Washington state.
That
sets up a spontaneous, engaging character study of three people alone in a
cabin in the woods. Jack cycles out to the ferry stop with a huge backpack,
discovering along the way he's getting a little old for such exertion, and
arrives at the cabin around dusk. Trying to find the key, he suddenly realizes
someone is already in the cabin and has just stepped out of a shower. This is
Hannah (Rosemarie DeWitt), who hears
Jack and comes after him with an oar, before it becomes clear that Jack was
invited, that Hannah is Iris' sister, and that she came out to the cabin on a
moment's notice.
This
series of scenes, semi-improvised like a lot of the movie, has a natural
quality that gets everything said and yet doesn't feel like dialogue. It helps
that both Hannah and Jack are friendly people with a sense of humor, which only
becomes clearer when they sit down at the kitchen table and go to work on a
bottle of tequila. If Jack has issues with his dead brother, Hannah has issues,
too; she has just broken up with her girlfriend after a relationship of seven
years. They negotiate around this development without going into details. Hannah
knows of Jack as her sister's best friend, but it's unclear how much Jack knows
about Hannah; that she's a lesbian, for example.
Here the
onscreen presence of the two actors becomes useful. They get drunk but not
drunk, they are alert to their isolation in the woods, they like each other,
and when Jack says that, you know, what the heck, maybe it wouldn't be the end
of the world if we slept with each other, Hannah says, yeah, what the heck.
The next
morning they are startled by the unexpected arrival of Iris and scramble to
hide evidence from the night before. Jack implores Hannah not to say what
happened. He sneaks out and returns, allegedly after a morning run, and an
awkward situation is avoided. But why awkward? Iris is not Jack's girlfriend,
and Hannah is not the first lesbian to ever sleep with a man. But, well, Jack
got things a little out of sequence, didn't he, by sleeping with the sister of
his best friend before having paid her that courtesy?
The way
this unfolds is surprisingly engaging. I knew of the appeal of Emily Blunt and
Rosemarie DeWitt, but Mark Duplass has only recently started to register with
me. He and his brother Jay began together directing such mumblecore films as The Puffy Chair (2005), the
underwhelming Baghead (2008) and the
wonderful non-mumble Cyrus (2010),
and Mark also stars in the current Safety
Not Guaranteed. He's tall, comfortably built, shaggy, genial. He wears his
testosterone lightly. He helps this film succeed because he doesn't push too
hard in a tense situation.
DeWitt
and Blunt are convincing as sisters, despite their different accents (that
could happen to anybody). What occurs during these few days probably represents
emotional gains for all three, although a surprise development near the end may
not be necessary. It would be more in keeping with the film if it ended on a
minor key. But maybe not. The development at least inspires some dialogue more
heartfelt than Jack has had before.
Labels:
comedy, drama
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