Damsels in Distress
Written and Directed
By: Whit Stillman
Starring: Greta
Gerwig, Analeigh Tipton, Carrie MacLemore, Megalyn Echikunwoke, Adam Brody,
Ryan Metcalf, Jeremaine Crawford, Zach Woods, Hugo Becker, and Aubrey Plaza
Director of Photography: Doug Emmett, Editor: Andrew Hafitz,
Production Designer: Elizabeth J. Jones, Original Music: Mark Suozzo
The
bright colors and giddy atmosphere of Damsels
in Distress seems to be a perfect remedy for the frat boy dorms that plague
the campus of Seven Oaks University. Although Damsels is the latest film from Whit Stillman, it’s hard not to
think he was simply shooting this adorable comedy across campus while Animal House filmed on frat row. They
seem to come from the same universe, and Damsels
feels dated in that way, but it’s perfectly appropriate for this sun-soaked
narrative of the bizarre and totally delightful.
Stillman,
for those who know him, has been absent on screen since 1998’s The Last Days of Disco, another period
piece of a period not so far away. Damsels
isn’t a period piece, but with its syncopated dialogue, 1950s soundtrack, and
song and dance numbers (oh yes, there is tap) Stillman creates a film that is
very much in its own universe. Or at least everything is seen through the rosy
eyes of the narrative’s protagonists (“The Damsels” as the opening credits
refers to them). The film begins with Greta Gerwig, making her move from
micro-budget mumblecore darling to full-fledged actress, as Violet, the queen
bee leader of a gaggle of girls at the prestigious university. Violet, along
with Heather (Carrie MacLemore, a one-liner machine) and Rose (Megalyn Echikunwoke,
confident through every line), hope to make the world a better place by running
a Suicide Prevention Center, though everyone refers to it as the Suicide
Center.
Early in the story, they took on
jean-wearing transfer student Lily (Analeigh Tipton, who some may recognize
from Crazy Stupid Love), and hope to
transform her as well into a harbinger of peace and love of a campus desolated
by fraternities, so low that they have Roman names instead of Greeks. Stillman
shows the Damsels as a universe onto themselves, not too far out of television
shows like The Wire, where you have
to get used to the language, as well as its pace of it as well. Everything
feels like a complete artifice in the film, from the cotton candy dresses to
the blindingly white cinematography. But instead of feeling twee, Damsels in Distress commits fully to its
universe, and thus never feels like it’s playing a joke on these characters.
Plus, plenty of other members of this world (including a scene-stealing Aubrey
Plaza) comment about how much they hate the Damsels, though never in a meta-way.
The
narrative follows some usual routes you’d expect in a college comedy, as the girls
struggle over the trials and tribulations the men of the campus (referred to as
“Their Distress” in the credits). Violet tries to remain above the fray,
preaching about her remedies of soap and a new type of dance, but can’t avoid
falling into the same traps as well. But Stillman never gives these romances a
life or death density as many other narratives do; everything is treated with
such light and frothy atmosphere, so much that he eschews narrative cohesion
for an extended homage to Astaire and Rodgers. It’s a bit frustrating that the
film does seem to skip any plot resolution by moving into the farcical, but
like everything in Damsels in Distress,
Stillman is less interested in classical narrative structure as he is in
creating a world of delight (even a plot line that deals with some pretty odd
sexual themes is given only the lightest of importance).
While
Gerwig may have started in films by playing essentially herself for directors
like Joe Swanberg, she makes the transition easily to something with less
nuance but more technical skill. She knows how to carry each line without
giving it the meaning one would usually expect (“Thank you for your
chastisement,” she tells a friend, and with a truthful gratitude behind it).
Gerwig has a long career ahead of her, specifically because she can not only
play roles that ask her to play only herself, but roles like Damsel that are false at every moment. But
Gerwing doesn’t make these feel false—they are true to a character that can’t
understand reality. Plus, how many actresses could make the ecstasy of smelling
soap feel authentic? Damsels is pure
delight, and Gerwig makes it so.
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