SFIFF Dispatch Redux: The Wackness
Originally posted on GreenCine Daily.
With his second feature, Jonathan Levine, New York native and once an assistant to writer-director Paul Schrader, captures his home town's vibe expertly in the uneven but ultimately winning little coming of age dramedy The Wackness.
The film takes a bit of time to find its stride - but it does when
Levine lets go of some of his filmic pretenses and lets the characters
take hold.
Josh Peck, continuing his graduation from teen TV star to respected actor, is wholly believable and empathetic as Luke, a sad sack who has always felt a bit out of his peers' social circles. His parents are fracturing and on the brink of bankruptcy, so to earn some extra green he sells, well, green weed (hidden in an ice cream cart), and even trades some of it to a therapist in exchange for counseling sessions. These scenes will not remind anyone of Ordinary People.
As the sad sack psychotherapist Dr Squires, Sir Ben Kingsley exists in another dimension here, channeling Harvey Keitel (he even seems to reference him physically, replete with one-size-too-small bowler hat, scraggly hair and goatee), toking from a humungous bong, but there's something more to his part here. Squires is married to Kristin (Famke Janssen) and their relationship, too, is on the rocks. Even if there's a certain inevitability to a therapist's dysfunctional private life, Janssen and Kingsley bring a great deal (of bathos) to their scenes together, ultimately to heartbreaking effect.





