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Riding to Perdition: Sam Mendes’s “Away We Go”

Riding to Perdition: Sam Mendes's "Away We Go"

Sam Mendes is quickly amassing one of the most idiotic contemporary bodies of work that otherwise reasonable people consider credible. His fifth film, “Away We Go,” continues the Brit stage director’s track record of tackling different eras in the American experience (earlier: the Thirties in “Road to Perdition,” the Fifties in the god-awful “Revolutionary Road,” and the two diametrically opposed halves of the Nineties in “Jarhead” and “American Beauty”), only to refract them back to us as collections of inanities. Maybe his films play better overseas where many generally assume the worst of us Yanks, but his stultifyingly fussy camera (usually needlessly fitted with cinemascope lenses) sucks the air out of nearly every scene like vacuum pump. This is made easier, I suppose, by having all his characters perform as though they might live in outer space (see Kate Winslet’s halting student theater workshop delivery in “Revolutionary Road,” Annette Bening’s hysterical fits of self-flagellation in “American Beauty,” Jake Gyllenhaal trying out masculinity in “Jarhead”). I imagine actors love working with Mendes — it’s obvious he lets them do whatever they like. Go on, try watching “American Beauty” again, a decade later, and take any of it — the kiddie porn, the mishandled gay characters, the big weighty theme parts, that darn beautiful trash bag — seriously. (I recently attempted and failed.)

“Away We Go”‘s protagonists, Burt (John Krasinski) and Verona (Maya Rudolph), are two disheveled postmillennial (in a stroke of foresight, seemingly post Dubya as well) Grups who just haven’t quite figured out this crazy thing called life. How ironic then, it is that they’re about to have a baby! How can they possibly procreate when they don’t even know what they’re doing themselves?! Wait, Burt’s parents are moving from Colorado to the hilariously named city of Antwerp? And our heroes were only living in their own snowbound Rocky mountain shack because it was close to Burt’s family? What to do? Well, before you can say “big ironic intertitles” the pair is off on a cross-country journey (punctuated with big ironic intertitles) to meet up with old friends and decide on the best place to settle and raise their impending bundle of joy.

The horror show that follows takes Burt and Verona from Allison Janney’s crassly negligent vision of motherhood in Phoenix to Maggie Gyllenhaal and Josh Hamilton’s creepy Madison New Agers, to Chris Messina and Melanie Lynskey’s stable (but with a tragic secret) brood of adoptees in Montreal. At each stop the pair learns a little something more about family and the parents they’d like (or not like) to be. Mendes somewhat predictably skimps on location detail — every stop could be in Kansas for all we see of the geography. Along the way, Krasinski mugs through an ill-fitting beard while Rudolph fares better dutifully playing his more sensible, soulful foil. This is all well beyond the merely twee (Belle and Sebastian sport larger cojones), and the cute overload is only heightened by the machine-tooled precision of the filmmaking. Like all Mendes films, “Away We Go” runs like a finely wound clock, but one with the face removed — we can’t tell time on it, so all we can do is admire the workings of the mechanism. His films always feel self-conscious, as though they’re acted by actors, shot by cinematographers, and edited by editors, and his oeuvre thus far makes him seem less a Brechtian interested in artifice than an interloper from another medium who’s absorbed a whole bunch of the classics.

“Away We Go” was cowritten by husband-and-wife literary duo Dave Eggers and Vendela Vida, and their preciousness intermarries all-too-well with Mendes’s cool perfectionism. Knock McSweeney’s all you like (there’s ample room), but Dave Eggers isn’t to be taken too lightly. He can turn a phrase, credibly inhabit a voice (see his Sudanese Lost Boy memoir “What Is the What”), and he even approaches real empathy when he’s not too busy burying it in layers of extraneous writing. There are good ideas in “Away We Go,” some sensitive stuff about parenthood and family that feel lived-in (and mesh well with Eggers’s biography as sketched out in “A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius”). However, these shards of insight often get tricked up on their way to the screen — Verona and her sister discussing the deaths of their parents while trying out a model bathtub in a showroom; a college friend tearfully relating to Burt the troubles he and wife have had conceiving a child while his better half exorcises the pain of a recent miscarriage by . . . performing an impromptu pole dance at a strip club amateur night? What is it they say about the best intentions?

[An indieWIRE review from Reverse Shot.]

[Jeff Reichert is co-founder and editor of Reverse Shot. He is currently directing his first film, Gerrymandering.]

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Compared with 99.99% of the utter crap that's in movie theatres in a regular basis (recycled action adventure, Jackass 15, gothic horror, mindless chickflicks), this movie shines. Perhaps the reviewers are envious or just plain setting the bar too high. The chemistry between Rudolph and Krasinski is evident, the supporting players are poignant and hilarious, and the soundtrack is out of this world.

This movie poses some incredible questions: what makes a family? Will love always last? How can we be good parents?

Give this film a chance.


i agree with your first comment A. i was so moved by the story and the lovey filming, the colours, the light. i just love it. i find it interesting that in those reviews ive read that dont like the film, people have no issue slating Sam Mendes but let off Dave Eggers so lightly – like theyre afraid not to say they like him because of his persona. anyway, great script, wonderful film.

Dorothy Nowak

perfect cast and chemistry with great writing


Ohhhh nooo.
Sorry for my harshness last night, I just re-read what I wrote.
But I just don’t understand how after watching that movie you got phony.
I was completely touched. Call me naieve, I don’t know, but the movie made me feel a lot of things I haven’t felt in quite some time, or really just revisit things, which I guess parallels the plot on some level.

martin dantich

LOL, Akatz. Actually, I thought Away We Go resembled nothing like actual human experience so much as a cute-clever-novelistic idea of what young, hip human experience is supposed to be. A big phony piece of shit, I think.


Putting whatever it is you learned in film school aside, if you were not touched by Away We Go, you have never lived, met anyone meaningful in your life, or felt connected to anything larger than yourself. I wouldn’t be surprised to find out you have no soul. I’m sure you know a lot about film, congrats, it’s just a shame you forgot what drew you to love movies in the first place.

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