Here she must juggle a big, uniformly talented cast and five loosely connected stories (Robert Altman continues to inspire almost every serious filmmaker these days) while leaping back and forth in time. This can be a bit wearying for us popcorn-munchers, but by the time Sprecher's skeins, set forth in 13 related episodes, come together, we've got as clear a view of the big picture as we got assembling the elements of Nashville, Lantana or Magnolia. Set in some unfamiliar crannies of New York -- no sweeping shots of the Empire State Building or Times Square for Sprecher -- Conversations interweaves the traumas of a habit- ridden physics professor named Walker (John Turturro), who is intent on changing his life in middle age, with those of Walker's deeply wronged wife (Amy Irving); a cocky young assistant D.A. (Matthew McConaughey) faced with a moral crisis after he drives away from a hit-and-run accident; the gravely injured accident victim (Clea DuVall), who turns out to be a sweet-tempered young cleaning woman who believes in miracles; a sour insurance investigator, Gene English (Alan Arkin), obsessed with one co-worker (William Wise) who strikes him as far too optimistic for his own good, and a second one (Shawn Elliott) who wins two million bucks in the state lottery shortly after English levels him with a cruel insult.
Using these raw materials, Sprecher and her co-writer, her sister Karen, work like a pair of deep-thinking detectives toward a dramatic synthesis that raises more compelling questions than it answers. How do seemingly insignificant events yield profound effects? What sort of resilience does it take to maintain faith in a faithless world? How do we accept chance? Luckily, the filmmakers vivify such abstractions with superbly drawn characters and fascinating human conflicts. In time, we learn that the embittered English has a drug-addicted son who's been in and out of jail. Beatrice, the accident victim, was struck down while delivering a fresh shirt to the architect for whom she worked; he accuses her of theft. The young prosecutor later feels so guilty over what's he's done that he keeps cutting the minor facial contusion he suffered in the crash. Details like these accumulate beautifully in Conversations. In the end they make the impression of wisdom.
Sprecher's 1997 feature debut, Clockwatchers, about four office temps cast into business hell, combined bawdy humor with Kafkaesque paranoia in a new take on 9 to 5. The Sprecher sisters' intellectual credentials are also on display here: Jill studied philosophy and literature in college, Karen social work, and before making this film they both read Bertrand Russell's The Conquest of Happiness, which addresses, among other things, how envy, boredom and guilt block contentment. Aha! we are tempted to say. Academics at work. But there's another, more immediate source, for Jill Sprecher's speculations. In the early '90s she was mugged in New York and suffered a severe head injury. Then, during her recovery, a stranger in the subway unexpectedly slapped her in the head. But her faith in human nature was oddly restored, she says, when a third passenger smiled enigmatically at her. That moment, Sprecher later said, "was like healing."
Clearly Sprecher has expanded on these events in Conversations, taking the time to contemplate the wages of cruelty, the hidden meaning of accidents and the sources of human hope. She's too good a filmmaker to settle for stock Hollywood redemption. Instead, she gives us something more valuable: a vivid, sometimes surreal, glimpse into the mysteries of human behavior.
