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Sundance ’11 Review: Miranda July’s ‘The Future’ Is Surreal, Precious, Devastating & Brilliant

Sundance '11 Review: Miranda July's 'The Future' Is Surreal, Precious, Devastating & Brilliant

From our reviews correspondent over at the 2011 Sundance Film Festival, James Rocchi.
Following up her debut “Me and You and Everyone We Know,” Miranda July‘s “The Future” not only echoes the qualities (and quality) of that film but expands on them in rich and fascinating ways. An L.A. couple (July and Hamish Linklater) are intent on adopting a cat they rescued. They realize that when the cat is released from medical care in a month, their lives will change, be set, connected by responsibility and care to a future both unimaginable and wholly predictable. (“We’re 35 now … by the time the cat dies, we’ll be 40 … and 40 might as well be 50 … and after that, spare change.” “Spare change?” “Less than a dollar– not enough to get anything you want …”).

That deadline in place, the couple decide to take that one last month to see what the universe has in store, quitting their jobs and throwing caution to the wind, somewhat unprepared for what the wind will blow back to them. (Linklater’s new rules for success are oddly intriguing and strangely fascinating: “I’m going to look for coincidences … mistakes … I’m going to listen to what people are saying — especially if they’re touching a doorknob.”)

With their shocks of curls and deadpan demeanor, July and Linklater seem entirely too well-matched; as we see their comfortable tensions and agreed-upon disagreements, we get that they seem to feel the same way. As July notes, “I’ve been gearing up to do something incredible for the past … fifteen years.” Given a month to snap the fine line between stasis and comfort, July and Linklater wind up in places they, and we, did not expect.

Much like “Me and You and Everyone We Know,” “The Future” is informed by July’s interests and perspectives. July’s characters again seem to be caught up in both the kindness and the strangeness of strangers; July also has an informed understanding of the primal absurdity of sex and want, and a keen appreciation for light and texture and the potential of film.

Unlike “Me and You and Everyone We Know,” however, “The Future” dips into magical realism — much of the film is narrated by Paw Paw the rescued cat; Linklater’s early half-joke about having a superhuman power is later shown to be true; July is pursued by a suddenly animate inanimate object while she’s caught in a dream world. And while “Me and You and Everyone We Know” presented a community of (mostly) likable eccentrics, “The Future” shows us deeply flawed people — capable of selfishness, capable of wrong, capable of love. The net effect is a combination of Nicholson Baker’s sharp flights of fancy (in general feel and in one very specific detail) and Raymond Carver’s flat, unaffected conversations that are still cinematic, not literary.

Shot around Silverlake in Los Angeles, “The Future” is technically impressive as well. Nikolai von Gravenitz’s cinematography turns July’s idiosyncratic eye into cinematic images, and Jon Brion’s score is quietly melodic and haunting. Linklater’s unblinking comedy delivery is the perfect match to July’s arch-but-sincere sense of human foible, and the third act’s events take his character and performance to unexpectedly dark and rewarding places. (I can’t quite explain Linklater’s comedic effect, but if Judd Apatow ever makes a film inspired by Jean-Paul Sartre, Linklater should be on speed-dial.)

July’s tone and tenor define the film, though, and while some will think “The Future” sounds impossibly precious — That talking cat! Her wacky ways! — the fact is that July always brings the film back to her characters, and how they are feeling, no matter how strange or surreal the circumstances around them may become. A scene where July, working a registration desk, is talking to her friends and they go from expecting pregnant to mothers to older mothers is a small but brilliant magic trick of a metaphor that builds to a devastating conclusion. Is it realistic? Absolutely not. Does it create real feeling? Absolutely.

July, of course, is a gifted visual artist, performance artist and short-story writer who earned justified acclaim in those fields before turning to film, and turned back to them after. But her films are not merely visual arts pieces with dialogue, performance-art pieces on celluloid steroids or short stories on the big screen; there are scenes here that burst with the full potential of cinema, and the entire film succeeds as a single story about the terrifying possibilities of life, the uncertainty of love and the certainty of the passage of time. July’s film is both accessible — it’s loaded with laugh-out-loud lines and winning moments — and cryptic — there are tangled timelines, bizarre moments of movement and unexplained symbols — but it is undeniably hers, and unmistakably the kind of idiosyncratic, individual and independent film Sundance was meant to, and should, support. [A-] — James Rocchi

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Are we so uncomfortable with art as a culture that we can only tolerate a “few” people as making interesting art, and those people have to fit some kind of model- and even then we only seem to allow one or two people who fit that model to participate.

It all seems so deeply repressed, lazy, not very creative, certainly not revolutionary and silly.


“There is a singular voice for all of the characters in this film: July’s. Although they are all on separate paths and journeys, they all seem to be cut from the same cloth, and the emotional tone stays the same throughout the movie. There is no growth or conclusive arch for any individual character, and it seems that the film is more focused on the journey than the destination, which works well for life, but can end up muddled when used in film.”


Hey, sj & minions, I’d be quite curious to hear your takes on the film. It’s been getting pretty positive reviews, but the Sundance audience seems to live in its own universe sometimes. I assume you’re interested in MJ since you went to the screening — what didn’t you like about it? Not trying to defend the film unseen, I’m genuinely interested.


This was not the same film we saw apparently.
Will the fawning at sundance ever end?

Christopher Bell

@Joe Clark:


Overrated hipster Rom Com.

Joe Clark

What exactly is a “Sundance ‘11”?

Isn’t the short form of the current year ’11?

Or is Miranda July leading a new vogue in mistaking opening single quotation marks for apostrophes?

(Can you actually type either of those yourself, or do you rely on the curiously-named smart quotes?)


@Jeff. I thought Me and You *sounded* kind of precious and maybe even pretentious (and I have a very low threshold for precious), but I ended up seeing it, and found it hilarious and deeply affecting. So Miranda July is not someone I can dismiss so casually. If anyone has the talent to pull a film like this off, it’s her.


I think she tries way too hard to be awkward and unique. Sounds very pretentious.


ooo, sound so good.

On a separate note; I have an issue with playlist reviews:

I love playlist reviews because they are always so well written and incredible detailed; every slight with the film is justified, everything is illuminated – but oh, the spoilers!

Sometimes, it’s like the while movie is given for free in the review, and for me, without having to work for it, it either hypes the film and sets it up the disappointment or spoils all the good parts and all the juicy bits in between and the film just sites there all rotten with swarming flies.

I’ve learned that it’s always best to read a playlist review *after* watching the film. Then it’s just a buddy jumping up and down with you about it! or b-tch fest! But with films like these, in my part of town, they take a while to become available and I slipped… damn it.


What was the name and artist of their song?


Really looking forward to this.

PS – It’s “Me and You and Everyone We Know,” by the way. Not “You and Me…”

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