We Don't Live Here Anymore (2004)

reviewed by
Jon Popick


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John Curran's We Don't Live Here Anymore netted screenwriter Larry Gross the

prestigious Waldo Salt Screenwriting Award at the Sundance Film Festival

earlier this year. Anymore is based on a pair of short stories from Andre

Dubus, who you may remember as the source of such melodrama as In the

Bedroom (as well as spawning the equally morose Andre Dubus III, author of

House of Sand and Fog). Needless to say, if you're looking for some light

laughs while your Manicotti Formaggio from Olive Garden digests, you're

probably going to have to search elsewhere.

There's a popular belief that people are suffering mid-life crises at

earlier ages these days, and Anymore puts that theory to work as it shows

what should ultimately be the last act of a pair of seemingly doomed

marriages (like any good, non-cookie cutter film, it doesn't offer any

closure, which helps add to the overall gloominess of the proceedings).

Jack (Mark Ruffalo, Collateral) and Hank (Peter Krause, Six Feet Under) are

best friends who are also both scruffy English professors at a small New

England college. Each is married with young children, and they both look

forward to their regular runs through the majestic scenery of their small

town.

The similarities end there, however. Hank lives in a clean, bright house

with a perfect wife named Edith (Naomi Watts, 21 Grams) and his well-behaved

daughter. He doesn't smoke, he stretches before he jogs, and he's more than

happy to work during the summer, which keeps his family free from worries

about money. Conversely, Jack's home, which is shared with wife Terry

(Laura Dern, I Am Sam), is full of dark wood and is perpetually messy. His

kids are screaming monsters, and Terry does her fair share of shrieking, as

well: Money, parenting, and a dwindling quality in the bullshit excuses Jack

concocts to slip away and bang Hank's wife. When confronted, Jack lashes

out with sarcasm and accusations, which only makes it easier for Terry to

think about the passes Hank continually makes at her. Who's Afraid of

Virginia Woolf?  Uhh, beats me.

I thought Gross's script was the weakest past of Anymore, but was slightly

more intrigued by it hours later, when I began thinking about how different

viewers might identify with different characters and, therefore, be able to

cull different things from the film. While I was watching it, I assumed

Anymore was being told from the point of view of the two men, particularly

Jack (we get to hear his thoughts twice, for some reason). But that might

mean I simply identified with his situation more than the other three

players. I don't know - see it for yourself and let me know what you think.

I'm still kind of scratching my head about the guy who wrote True Crime,

Prozac Nation and Chinese Box winning the same screenwriting award bestowed

upon The Station Agent, Memento and You Can Count on Me.

Curran's direction is far stronger than Anymore's writing (though it was

topped by the four blistering lead performances). He leaves the film

dripping with enough dread and doom to make you think somebody was going to

get hit by a train, or fall off of a cliff, or get gunned down in some

convenience store robbery. Curran purposefully saps the Jack-Edith tryst of

any sexual chemistry, and constantly mixes up sound, images and the picture'

s moody score in a thought-provoking style.

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