I was really pulling for this movie. I love indie films. I always support other women filmmakers. But I kept dragging my feet.
I’m relieved that I saw it on cable. If I’d parted with $11.75, I would have been pissed. Plot holes a mile wide, predictability, odd plot breakdowns: a subplot involving a young man and his best friend just disappears, the reunion between a sperm donor, um that would be their biological father, and the family is abruptly terminated. And I felt a creeping sensation that audiences are supposed to watch this and think lesbians are just like us.
Other things were just plain distressing. Lesbians watch gay porn. So do some straight women. And men. There’s no accounting for what people like to do in bed. But the fact that the two lesbian mothers have sex to a particularly bad, stereotyped DVD and the mother who gave birth to the children has an affair with the sperm donor. Ugh. Where is the acerbity of Bunuel when you need it? The courage to pursue a straight, unrepentant farce?
I’m having a Cahiers du Cinema moment. I’m finding more life and passion in commercial product, particularly video games than I am in most indie films. And I’m sad about it. I’m even more depressed that I’m more engaged by the making of this film — props to Ms. Cholodenko — than I am by the film, itself.