“Showing Up” review: Michelle Williams in an exquisite art drama

Lizzy Carr (Michelle Williams), the central character in Kelly Reichardt’s “Showing Up,” is a sculptor who is in the process of completing a series of ceramic figurines that she will present in a gallery exhibition. We see her working on the small clay statues throughout the film — all women, each about a foot tall, some mounted on poles, all with an intentionally rough, mottled finish that can look awkward and unpolished up close, but stepping back reveals the aesthetic elegance of her style. (Giacometti would understand.) She makes sculptures of female characters that look a little spooky because they don’t have perfect line, but that’s part of her design (they all seem a little distressed), and that quality is offset by the delicate surprise colors that they have are painted with that express their inner workings. No question: Lizzy has talent. And dedication. She devotes herself to the creation and refinement of these objects with a certain meticulous calm.

What she doesn’t have is a career as an artist. She’s getting her own show because she’s finishing her degree at Oregon College of Art and Craft in Portland, her hometown. She is a serious artist, like many of her peers. The school is full of people doing fresh, whimsical, imaginative work and it makes them feel separate from Hoi Polloi. It’s a community of creative souls. But the larger art world they have their eye on is so competitive and demanding that the chances of either of them succeeding in it are actually pretty slim.

Of course, there’s no shame in being a creative person who doesn’t make a living out of it. It’s been part of the story of American middle-class life since the 1960s — the tapping of passionate artistic energies by ordinary people (artists, poets, actors), even if they’re not brilliant or ambitious or just lucky enough to make it. As far as we in the audience can tell what Lizzy is doing (her sculptures are actually the work of Portland-based artist Cynthia Lahti), we look at it and think yes, she’s good enough. But that has a poignancy – and perhaps a special dilemma. Art is pretty much the only thing Lizzy cares about as far as we can tell. So what’s the point of her life if she doesn’t succeed in becoming an artist and for all her talent, her sculptures turn out to be…a hobby?

Part of the gentle magic of Showing Up is that the film never articulates that question — at least not in the way I just did. On the contrary, it’s a film full of feints, digressions, side humor and the randomness of life that invades the meaning of life. However, I would argue that the question lingers in the background as Lizzie seems to be clinging to the art like a survival raft. You could just call her a student and you’d be right, but bohemian is what she really is. She rents a red cedar clapboard apartment with a ground floor garage studio from Jo (Hong Chau), a landlady who is also her art colleague and art friend (she is also a student at OCAC), but the hot water hasn’t been working for days and Jo didn’t bother to fix the heater; She’s too busy putting together her own gallery show (an installation that looks like Alexander Calder is processing yarn).

It’s no fun living without hot water (Lizzy hasn’t showered in days), but beyond that, it’s humiliating. It is a sign of their desperate situation. Lizzy, who appears to be in her thirties, lives hand-to-mouth, working in the office of the college sculptor’s magazine run by her mother, Jean (Maryann Plunkett), who’s just free-spirited yet snappy enough to get into her sees the former hippie. Lizzy’s father, Bill (Judd Hirsch), is also a sculptor – a potter who had enough success to get his exposure to the art world. Although he and Lizzy have this in common, she works in his shadow. Her parents, who have been divorced for a long time, are completely with themselves. And so is Lizzy in her passive, embarrassed, somber way.

“Showing Up” takes place over the course of a week, and to say that not much happens in it would be at once true, utterly inaccurate and a description of the film’s oddly absorbing micro-slices-of-life beauty. Aside from Lizzy’s day-to-day toils, not much happens — unless you count the things that are do done as an expression of the drama of life. Michelle Williams plays Lizzy in a wavy shock of brown hair, with a slight frown, making her whole demeanor seem repressed and a bit dowdy. But Williams, who starred in Reichardt’s best film, the irresponsible drama Wendy and Lucy (2007) with a young woman and her dog, is a magician of an actor — or maybe a sculptor in her own way. She doesn’t “reveal” much for a long time, but that’s quite intentional, because she asks us to read everything that’s holding Lizzy back.

The artist in this case has evolved where the person has not evolved. Lizzy’s silent obsession makes Showing Up a story about caring to the point where it takes over your life. André Benjamin brings a sly vibe to the role of the schoolmate who operates the oven and he has words of encouragement for all artists, but when one side of Lizzy’s sculptures overcooks in the oven, it’s all good! attitude annoys her; She thinks the play is ruined. Is it? Caring for her so much is Lizzie’s dysfunction and maybe her fame. That’s what a lot of artists are about. But as the film progresses, she lets in a little more life.

Reichardt, a loner herself (she’s an acclaimed filmmaker, but was recently reported to be teaching in Bard to cover health insurance), has shot most of her films in Portland, which is now the final stop for a certain type of Film is prickly utopian idealism of the neo-60s, and she surveys this community of creatives with a mixture of affection and bitter comedy that never lapses into satire. In its minimalist, everyday vein, Showing Up is a film made by someone who is a master of his medium.

Little by little, the dramas of everyday life pick up speed: Jo’s passive-aggressive refusal to fix the kettle; the fate of Lizzy’s brother Sean (John Magaro), who first strikes us as a hostile Incel and then possibly schizophrenic (he’s a bit like one of R. Crumb’s brothers); and the drama of a wounded pigeon who recklessly throws Lizzy out of her home after her orange cat chews up her wing, then Jo rescues her, then Lizzy takes over her care, which is really about her learning, the bird and herself to care for yourself. The film’s title means: She appears for others, but will she also appear for herself? Indeed, that is one of the key dangers of bohemianism: what one sacrifices for love or art without looking for the number one thing required in the real world.

Lizzy’s show is finally happening. And in the meantime, Reichardt has asked an intriguing question: Will Marlene (Heather Lawless), the college’s current artist-in-residence, who likes Lizzy and has even expressed approval of her work on the stove, make it to the opening ? This question is all about success — about the possible connection to a New York gallery that might offer it. So it all depends in a way. But in other ways nothing depends on it. Because one way or another, life goes on. “Showing Up” may be too quiet to find a large audience, but in its beautiful way it localizes the place where art and life intersect when the two become the other.

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Charles Jones

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