Saint Frances (MC-83, Kanopy) is definitely Kelly O’Sullivan’s show, though nicely framed by first-time director Alex Thompson. She’s a 34-year-old waitress wondering where the promise of her youth went, when she stumbles into a job as nanny to a highly-perceptive 6-year-old with two mommies and a newborn brother. As Franny, the title character, Ramona Edith-Williams is very winning. Ms. O’Sullivan’s writing is witty and observant, and her performance put me in mind of Brie Larson, which is high praise. The two make an endearing pair, without ever turning saccharine. The cringe factor is supplied by multiple blood leakings, rather than by drink and drugs. And the whole package is delivered with a sense of low-key truthfulness.
Herself (MC-71, AMZ) is an Amazon import from
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Once I started commenting on films under this heading, I began to realize how many movies fit the rubric. And Babyteeth (MC-77, Hulu), winner of nine Australian Academy Awards, is one of the best. In this case the women in difficulty are a 16-year-old with cancer, and her mother. Eliza Scanlen is the girl, Essie Davis and Ben Mendelsohn the parents. This is the first feature for director Shannon Murphy, adapted by Rita Kalnejais from her own play. The film is a sequence of captioned vignettes, which tell the story with a pleasing obliqueness, relying on the viewer to pay attention and make the narrative leaps. The
One last film to close out this heading: I’m not going to send you off in search of Eternal Beauty (MC-71, Kanopy), but personally I was glad to see it. Ever since Happy-Go-Lucky, I’ve followed all of Sally Hawkins’ work, and I have a particular interest in films about mental illness, having worked on a book with a friend who was for many years a psychiatric nurse on a locked ward. In Craig Roberts’ intimate and knowing film, Hawkins plays a schizophrenic woman, and like her, the viewer has a hard time sorting out what is real and what is hallucination. It’s disorienting, but then that’s the point, innit? Without underlining its themes, the film illustrates two truths, first that the “crazy” person is often the one acting out general family dysfunction, and second that from within the psyche of the sufferer, schizophrenia often seems like a liberating superpower. The supporting cast is fine, but Sally is the show here, in a range from depression to mania.