Inattentive Individualism: River of Grass by Kelly Reichardt

A film of off­beat humour, inert nar­ra­ti­on, yet with a crea­ti­ve and inten­se sound­track, Kel­ly Reichardt’s River of Grass is an uncha­l­len­ging, dyna­mic blend of idio­syn­cra­tic self-awa­re­ness and shal­low cha­rac­ters, who­se thought­less­ness and irre­spon­si­bi­li­ty are framed as the reinven­ti­on of the wheel. A very effec­ti­ve con­den­sa­ti­on of the period’s and the subculture’s cele­bra­ted cli­ches in form, life­style and cas­ting, its super­fi­ci­a­li­ty and hip­ness distinct­ly dif­fer from Reichardt’s later films, buil­ding upon scorn and the gro­tes­que dis­tor­ti­on of a sloven and unin­spi­ring envi­ron­ment. Drift has no deno­ta­ti­on in the film, it doesn’t evol­ve as a uto­pian and hop­eful pur­su­it, nor as a stri­fe of neces­si­ty, becau­se not­hing is at sta­ke for the drift­ers in ques­ti­on; they are desti­ned for a series of mis­haps and ridi­cu­le. Strip­ped of wan­der­lust roman­ti­cism or poli­ti­cal ties, Rei­chardt also depri­ves her cha­rac­ters of chan­ce, con­cei­ving their fail­ure wit­hout inves­ti­ga­ting the con­di­ti­ons that lead to it. 

So far, Cozy’s (the main cha­rac­ter) life sim­ply hap­pens, wit­hout any inter­ven­ti­on on her part – she is in a love­l­ess mar­ria­ge and didn’t deve­lop an emo­tio­nal con­nec­tion to her child­ren. She often enter­ta­ins the thought of pre­de­ter­mi­na­ti­on (wit­hout any depth) in light of her mother, who had aban­do­ned her when she was a child. Even­tual­ly, she also hits the road, both the first decis­i­on she wilful­ly makes about her life and a sur­ren­der to pre­de­ter­mi­na­ti­on. Cozy teams up with Lee, a cha­rac­ter who is never con­fron­ted with the fal­sen­ess of self-pity. Lee finds a drop­ped gun belon­ging to Cozy’s father (a detec­ti­ve), which fills him with boy­ish plea­su­re. An exem­pla­ry ins­tance of the film’s humour, Lee points the gun at his grand­mo­ther (with whom he lives tog­e­ther) – as a con­se­quence he is kicked out of the apart­ment. The sheer appearance of con­se­quence is unex­pec­ted, becau­se up to that point such gags exist wit­hout any dra­ma­tic root, rein­for­cing the noti­on that ever­yo­ne is a maverick living in their own world. It’s not a tur­ning point though – at the film’s nar­ra­ti­ve peak Cozy and Lee tre­s­pass on his high school teacher’s back­yard and when he noti­ces them, they unin­ten­tio­nal­ly shoot him, an acci­dent that sets off the film’s main the­me, their desi­re for inde­pen­dence obs­truc­ted by their ine­s­ca­pa­ble social expo­sure. As it hap­pens, the tea­cher wasn’t even injured.

Like Cozy hers­elf, River of Grass is inat­ten­ti­ve – it estab­lishes a serious per­so­nal cri­sis and resol­ves it in an inap­pro­pria­te­ly comic­al man­ner. Cozy’s indif­fe­rence to her envi­ron­ment is matched by the sim­pli­fi­ca­ti­on of her bore­dom. She won­ders what makes a house­wi­fe mur­der, but the film has no per­cep­ti­on of time and soli­tu­de: the­re is no insight into the infer­ti­le hours spent alo­ne or in the annoy­ing com­pa­ny of child­ren, whe­re­as Cozy firm­ly belie­ves that such ces­sa­ti­on of put­ting up with unbe­ara­ble cir­cum­s­tances cul­mi­na­tes into vio­lence over a long time, litt­le by litt­le. Deny­ing inner deve­lo­p­ment, Rei­chardt gets over the situa­ti­on in the blink of an eye, show­ing Cozy’s paro­dy of gym­nastic exer­ci­s­es in rapid editing and absurd framing that only streng­then the detach­ment from rea­li­ty. The film doesn’t con­nect Cozy’s ine­p­t­ness and lack of expres­si­on to the sys­te­mic web that denies her inte­rest and pas­si­on. Ins­tead, it pres­ents the resul­ting flat­ness, her irri­ta­ted gri­maces and attempts at auto­no­my as stand-ins for an actu­al per­so­na­li­ty. Wit­hout explo­ra­ti­on of fee­lings and inten­ti­ons, Rei­chardt allows social and cine­ma­tic ste­reo­ty­pes to defi­ne Cozy and Lee. The sen­se of has­te and impa­ti­ence extends to the geta­way as well. The banal slips that could ren­der the motif prac­ti­cal and cri­ti­cise its untruthful ele­va­ti­on in popu­lar con­scious­ness, can­not unfold becau­se no obs­truc­tion is ela­bo­ra­ted on in the acce­le­ra­ted and weight­less stream of scenes. 

The voice-over indi­ca­tes that Cozy and Lee are desti­ned to be tog­e­ther, becau­se they’re equal­ly lonely. While it is never sug­gested that their indi­vi­dua­lism is a mat­ter of choice, they relish igno­ring others and if an unde­ser­ved inca­pa­bi­li­ty wasn’t impo­sed on them, Cozy and Lee could be out­si­ders wit­hout their self-absor­bed despon­dence. At the same time, their stri­ve for liber­ty is por­tray­ed as a more valid and honest way of life, stron­gly con­tras­ted with the jovi­al male soli­da­ri­ty that sur­rounds Cozy’s father, which is the only form of com­mu­nal enga­ge­ment in River of Grass, yet it pro­vi­des him with not­hing but the abst­en­ti­on of his real ambitions.

The­se very con­cerns made me recon­sider the first seg­ment of Cer­tain Women, which I dee­med the least lively and moving; now, I think of the dutiful att­or­ney who in time of need over­co­mes her reluc­tance and tired­ness, and I under­stand that the absence of exci­te­ment under­pins the signi­fi­can­ce of responsibility.