(Anand Tucker, US, rated R, 104 mins.)
I was at the same screening of Shopgirl as my colleague. Initially, I was just going
to leave a comment stating that I felt the same way about it. Then I realized there were a few things I wanted to add -- even if my conclusion is pretty much the same.
First of all, I thought Claire Danes was miscast. She does a good job, but seems
far too sturdy for the role of Mirabelle, at least as suggested by the script. And I'm not using "sturdy" as a pseudonym for "heavy" -- Danes has never looked thinner.
I was reminded of Jessica Lange in the HBO revival of A Streetcar Named Desire.
While she gives a fine performance, she looks far too healthy for the role of the fragile Blanche DuBois, unlike Vivien Leigh in the Elia Kazan classic, who looks as
if she's been kicked around a little by life (much like the actress who played her).
Then again, Shopgirl seeks to recreate the charm of Breakfast at Tiffanys (1961), so
I may have been projecting the dainty image of Audrey Hepburn onto Danes, a different physical type. After all, Mirabelle comes from a small town, has a shabby chic-meets-couture style of dressing, and is torn between a wealthy older man (Steve Martin) and a more age-appropriate working class model (Jason Schwartzman).
[And speaking of her Vermont hometown, could Frances Conroy (Six Feet Under)
and Sam Bottoms (That's My Bush!), as her silent parents, have been more wasted?
I wonder if some of their footage ended up on the cutting room floor.]
Then there's Martin, author of the original novella, as Ray. It was really hard for
me to see what Mirabelle would find so appealing about this creep -- and I don't
mean Martin the actor, but the walking stiff he plays in the film (he gives a similar performance in David Mamet's The Spanish Prisoner,* but to much better effect).
Maybe it's a form of anti-vanity on Martin's part, i.e. he didn't want to seem too eager to be liked, in which case, he succeeds spectacularly. I didn't like him. And
nor did I buy him as a great lover, but then that might be where Martin chose to concentrate his vanity (ironically, Shopgirl was preceded by a trailer for Casanova...).
Last but not least is Schwartzman's Jeremy, who looks as if he got lost on the
way to the set of another film -- a sequel to Rushmore, perhaps. Fortunately,
that very incongruity helps to salvage this one. Arguably, he overdoes the
whole slacker-doofus thing, but he's genuinely funny and even a little touching.
I also liked the ending, in which the fate of the central trio is revealed. I was less enamored by the mystical mumbo-jumbo that transpires immediately afterwards.
That's why, to quote Ebert and Roeper, I'm giving Shopgirl "a marginal thumbs-up," although I agree that the conclusion feels borrowed from Woody Allen's ouvre.
That hadn't occured to me at the time, but now that I think about it, I suspect
Anand Tucker (Hilary and Jackie) also had Annie Hall in mind while making it.
But back to my quibbles... I hated the soundtrack, which isn't horrible in and of itself, but plays as incongruously portentous in a film aiming for elegance and restraint.
Worst of all is the omniscent narration, a device that elevates Amélie and Y Tu Mamá También, but is deployed with great clumsiness here. It's provided, of course, by Martin. Hence, I thought Ray was speaking at first, although he couldn't possibly know the things this God-like creature does. Further, some of the lines, like "That's life," are just plain flat-footed. If the film is ever re-cut, I hope they get rid of the narration altogether. It sounds tacked-on, and does more harm than good.
On the plus side, Peter Suschitzky's crisp cinematography is an asset. If I'm not mistaken, he also shot David Cronenberg's Crash, and he makes LA look much like Toronto, i.e. way cleaner than it really is (even if Shopgirl was shot on location).
I guess I should condemn such glamorization, but I liked the way it brought me
right back to Blake Edwards' lovely looking Breakfast at Tiffanys, a far superior
effort. But at least this one isn't marred by Mickey Rooney and his prodigiously unfunny Japanese impression. Instead you get Bridgette Wilson-Sampras
playing yet another bitchy blonde -- although she sure does it well.
Postscript: Shopgirl is currently available on DVD.
* Mamet's wife, Rebecca Pidgeon, has a cameo in the film.