I finally saw Away We Go over the weekend, directed by Sam Mendes from a script by Dave Eggers and Vendela Vida. The film got off to a bumpy start, and I found myself remembering A.O. Scott’s acidic New York Times review of the film, in which he condemned it as being smug and mean-spirited.
The opening scenes do come across as passively judgmental and stiffly pretentious, with stars John Krasinski and Maya Rudolph exchanging plenty of “I’m so glad we’re not like these assholes” glances. The actors don’t seem to mesh well with the dialog, and the overall tone is just wrong. I never thought I’d say this, but do yourself a favor and skip the Allison Janney segment entirely. It is gratuitously painful and pointlessly ugly.
But once the characters visit Rudolph’s sister (Carmen Ejogo), the film finally locates and settles into its humanity, and only improves from that point. By the end I’d become completely enmeshed in its emotional pull, and once the end credits had rolled, I wandered around my apartment gazing at things with a beatific smile on my face, as though Alexi Murdoch’s gorgeous score was being piped out of my ears. I looked like an asshole, but that’s okay.
But all of that is beside the point. The point is this: Maggie Gyllenhaal deserves an Oscar for this movie. Holy fucking shit, she was incredible. Seriously, it’s one of my favorite supporting performances of all time. And while Dave Eggers’ writing can be painfully earnest at times (and occasionally in this movie), the unrestrained venom he channels into her character (an obnoxiously progressive gender studies professor named “LN”) is beyond priceless.
I know this is supposed to be Mo’Nique’s year for Best Supporting Actress, but I hope the Academy at least recognizes this inspired performance with a nomination. Above is the only clip I could find from it on YouTube. Check it out.