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You could be forgiven, after watching the opening minutes of Ira Sachs's fine-grained and flinty Love Is Strange, for thinking it's going to be a movie about Gay Marriage, with all the import those initial caps imply. We see two older men, clearly a couple, roll out of bed in what is immediately identifiable as a Manhattan apartment. But in movie-signpost terms, it's not the kind of New York digs we're used to seeing: This isn't an air- and light-filled Tribeca loft, or one of those costly Brooklyn brownstones where allegedly "average" families live. In fact, its major features — artwork and books and a piano — render it as vaguely anonymous but also pinpoint it as a place where two intellectually and culturally curious people of average means have lived forever, because there's no way they could afford it otherwise.
The pair begins to dress for what is clearly not an average day. Ben (John Lithgow) and George (Alfred Molina) put on suits that square perfectly with who they are, even though we don't yet know who they are: Ben's pale, gently rumpled poplin and George's more dapper (and more sober) brown three-piece jibe with the way they walk, and with their past–middle-aged shapes — the clothes are as used to their bodies as these two are used to one another. They leave the apartment and immediately begin to bicker and debate, right on the street, in the most New York of ways: "We're going to be late." "We'll be fine." "I knew we should have hired a car." "Don't run; I don't want to get all sweaty." This is how marriages begin between partners who have known each other forever. Mazel tov!
Love Is Strange is partly a movie about gay marriage: The guests radiate genuine happiness that their friends are finally able to legally marry. But really, Sachs — who co-wrote the script with Mauricio Zacharias, also the co-writer of his last film, 2012's Keep the Lights On — has made a movie that's both more broadly and more specifically about love, New York and real estate, perhaps not even in that order. It's about things that actually matter in life and in a partnership, including the debit column in the checkbook.
Love Is StrangeRated R.
The wedding day is only the beginning of new troubles: George teaches music at a Catholic school, but he's dismissed for having defied the fossilized tenets of the Church. Ben is an underemployed painter, which means the pair's finances aren't exactly robust, and they need to downsize. They decide to sell their apartment and move into something smaller. For practical reasons, they split temporarily until they can find a new home: Ben goes to live with his nephew, filmmaker Elliott (Darren E. Burrows), who's married to novelist Kate (Marisa Tomei, giving a prickly appealing performance).
George has problems of his own in his temporary digs: He has moved in with younger friends (played by Cheyenne Jackson and Manny Perez), a couple who happen to be cops, and whose lively nighttime socializing extends long past George's normal bedtime. These are all people who care about one another deeply, yet everyone feels cramped.
It's hard enough for kids in their 20s to spend a month or so on a friend's couch. But for adults who have lived on their own for years, it's a special kind of humiliation. Ben and George trudge out dutifully to apply for moderate-income housing that they don't have a chance of getting. George searches, fruitlessly, for a new job.
Ben and George don't fight about money, but money — or, rather, the lack of it — has torn a hole in their lives. It's through their separation that Sachs captures the texture of their partnership, and Molina and Lithgow, in performances that rank among the best of their careers, fill in all the colors and shadows. Molina's George is both more practical and more retreating — he doesn't fight back when he loses his job, as it's simply not in his nature to push that hard. He's not a chump, though: As Molina plays him, we see an inexhaustible well of kindness in his eyes. But we also see his frequent frustration — with his partner, with their situation, with everything — and thank God it's there: Exasperation can be a survival tactic, and Ben and George need, above all, to survive. Lithgow's Ben is crabbier, flightier, more stubborn but also, perhaps, more generous. He picks at George but only to a point. When he stops himself, his affection pours out, as if it were something only thinly (and badly) disguised by his grouchiness. His loyalty comes with barbs attached, but the barbs are what make it stick.
At one point, Ben and George dress up and go out on a date: First, there's a concert at Merkin Hall. Then they pull up to the bar at a place a friend identified for me as Julius, in the West Village. In the course of this evening, they argue mildly over the interpretation of the music they've just heard; they have a disarmingly direct and tender conversation about infidelity, unlike anything I've ever heard in a movie. Then they part ways, each going off to their temporary digs, right outside the beckoning neon of the Waverly Restaurant.
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