This post will be bittersweet, as it’s the last review for Melanie Lynskey Month.
A month, admittedly, that hasn’t always hit the nail on the head. What has remained consistent is, of course, the woman herself. Even amidst the truly mediocre, ML shines like a beacon and I know I need much more of her on the big/little/any screen.
So, if you ever read any of these posts, Melanie please know Jill and I love you. To the point where we’ve even discussed writing a film for you ourselves. I hope you like sharks, gurl.
Kidding. (Not kidding).
Until then, let’s focus on this week’s choice. It’s Melanie heavy and therefore, well you’ll see.
Hello I Must Be Going (2012)
Circumstances force a young divorcée to move back in with her parents in suburban Connecticut, where an affair with a younger guy rejuvenates her passion for life
Amy has hit rock bottom, or so she thinks. There’s a moment when she ponders to herself:
“Where the fuck is ‘bottom’? Where the motherfucking fuck is motherfucking ‘bottom’?”
And I thought, right? How do you know? There are no signposts. Nobody pops up to say, “You’re good kid, this is the bottom. Only way is up”. It would be helpful if they did.
Currently going through a divorce after being unceremoniously dumped, Amy is staying with her parents and sleeping in late every day. Her mother Ruth (Blythe Danner) is forever name dropping her friends’ successful kids (uh huh), hinting heavily that it might be time Amy dealt with her miserable life head on, or at the very least, bought a new dress for an impending dinner party.
Amy eventually ventures out of the house and bumps into an old school friend who fails to remember her. There’s a half arsed invitation to meet up for drinks later and boy, haven’t we all been there in that awful scenario?
Later at the dinner party, finally encased in a mum-cceptable LBD, Amy meets Jeremy, the son of one of Ruth’s friends. Jeremy is 19 and I guess he’s supposed to be hot (I do not find Christopher Abbott remotely attractive, this is Girls’ fault). Still, I guess there are worse things you could be doing with your spare time, when spare time is all you have.
So Amy and Jeremy start boning. The pair conduct all their best dates under cover of darkness and late into the night. It’s not hard to hide this dangerous liaison from the parents as they’ve all got their own stuff going on. Jeremy’s mother is convinced he’s gay anyway and he hasn’t bothered to correct her. He wants her to feel ‘accepted’ by her peers. And Ruth thinks the sudden positive spike in Amy’s mood is down to anti-depressants, not good old-fashioned D.
Meanwhile, Amy’s brother and his wife are trying to set her up with a banker and their one date turns out to be as flat as any film that doesn’t star Melanie Lynskey.
Amidst all the sneaking around, the secretive lovers get caught in flagrante (or almost) and although that can be explained away with a couple of white lies, Amy panics and hurts her beau’s feelings with a grenade of home truths.
I forgot to say that one of the reasons they’re keeping things on the DL is something to do with Jeremy’s step dad and Amy’s dad – some sort of ongoing lawsuit (I wasn’t listening), though this all seems very convenient for Amy, who doesn’t want the affair getting out.
There’s also a side story about the declining relationship between Ruth and Stan (John Rubenstein) because Stan won’t retire and go on a long trip with his wife.
This leads to some friction betwixt mother and daughter, and Amy doesn’t get away scot-free when Ruth’s own truth nuggets start flying.
I guess the question is this: will Amy find the peace she seeks so she can move on with her life? What about Jeremy, will he give up his acting ambitions (which aren’t really a) his or b) actually ambitions) to go live his best life?
Will Ruth chase her sunshine, more importantly? She deserves it most of all.
This is a nice film about trying to get to grips with how shitty life can be. It’s about picking yourself up and getting a plan together. I do slightly resent the implication that a depressed woman can cure all her ails with a hot injection of teenage cock but it’s minor. I shall let it go for now.
Melanie is wonderful, Blythe is amazing and it’s a nice enough way to spend an hour and a half. It is satisfying when Amy meets her slimey ex-husband face to face and puts a few of her demons to bed. You are so much better off, babe.
All in all, I liked it.
3.5. Not a game changer but not a bad way to spend 90 minutes on a Sunday afternoon.
What did Jillian think of HIMBG? Would she swim nude with it in a pool at night or kick it to the curb? Find out here.
Thanks Melanie. Catch you in something else soon. ❤