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Wendy and Lucy (Kelly Reichardt) By Patrick McEvoy-Halston May 2009 With Wendy and Lucy involving one proud woman traveling through rugged or decrepit surroundings, hoping to work her way to the one place available which might promise a secure life, and perhaps also fulfillment (i.e., Alaska), the film could be deemed post-apocalyptic. But in films of this genre, where civilization wears and wolves encroach, setting serves to highlight and facilitate/necessitate heroic action from the main protagonist, and overall register a strong sense that this is the only appropriate backdrop for manly, independent livingthe one gigantic thing civilization cannot offer because it ostensibly comes at the expense of. The film works the other way around, where adults born when American society felt assured prove still worth seeking out; for they may be, if not the only, certainly still the best source available to help orient you to take on a more substantive, human way of relating with the world. It certainly isnt fair to say that Wendy simply reacts to the world. She is shown throughout the film enterprisingly making something useful of the environment she finds herself in. She steals, parks her car where-ever-where, transforms a gas station bathroom into her own personal safehouse, and, when she is more comfortable therein, less braced against all its first-encounter newness, ranges wide across (her) town, bulletining images of her dog everywhere appropriate in an act which reads as much of territorial possession/demarcation as of fervent canine rescue. She is in fact quite aggressive, with even her relative or absolute stillness in certain situations reading not so much of forced paralysis but as a wily-enough a way to ride things through. But though her aggressiveness may in fact be born out of a fear of paralysis, of being or feeling susceptible to being used, its not as much a triumph to witness as one might expect: one can imagine a whole life of such willful demonstrations ahead; and though its better than just giving up, you

2 wonder how far a life of survival instinct is from one infused with soulful intent, how distanced all such is from the animal? Again, to be fair to the film, the loners libertarianism is not exactly disparaged here; but there is a sense that while it does argue that it is much, much better to be the lone wolf than the pack animal, that the loner who survives through canniness, a willingness to act, alone, for better or worse, is vastly more dignified than those who mongrelize away into groups, its still so many worlds away from where humans need to and should be. This, then, is not your 70s post-apocalyptic, where being alone but with your dog was shorthand for experiencing the height of human freedom and existential thrill. With apologies to the Cold War, oil shortages, and Americans all-drunk on narcissism funk, this is a film made thirty years past 70s hysteria, thirty years past the period where even Republicans voted for increases in social welfare spending, and those thirty years of brutal withdrawal of social concern and common purpose has made a future of large-scale dissolution seem possible enough for us now to believe, believe, believe in Obamabecause he just has to be the answer. So in an era where the decomposition 70s style anti-heroes loved because it drew all to their own certain will, feels like it is really could be just ahead, the big draw is not so much libertarian range but security: Alaska draws Wendy because it may offer a job, in a cannery, which should sound horrible, last resort, but may in fact appeal for it suggesting a life without too much adjusting to experience amidst the uncertain, unsettling now. When an aging, middle class manthe one who ends up taking care of Lucywho in surer times would have laughed at by anyone with even a hint of hipness for his staidness, is set up in the end primarily to represent stability, good care, and kindnessthe good homeyou know a society has weathered to the point where simple security can seem golden. Wendy knows its lure, and is reminded of it the very moment she loses Lucy. Before the loss, while Wendy was with Lucy, Wendy had some composure: she could listen to a group of train ridersrespectfully, if inertlybut dust them off as so much wtk and head along her way. Set, content, with a dog of considerable well-being and joyfulness, it is even fair to say of her that she seemed someone with the capacity, at least, to make Alaska more than just a place to get a job, to make it a place where a better life might just be realized if not found. But when she loses Lucy, the search for

3 her has some of the urgent feel of the loss of a security blanket to an easily panicked child. Her self-composure is uncertain enough that she needs the external environment to aid in propping it up. This is natural enough for a child, but undeveloped for an adult (however many true adults there are out there); and what Wendy needs she cant in fact get to any sufficient degree from any pet, however radiant, beautiful, and responsive that pet might be. For what Wendy needs is what only parents canpotentiallyoffer their children namely, a clear (to the child) ability to weather their various moods, their inconsistencies, their reaching-outs (for individualization) and coming-backs (for comfort); but not because they are dependent on themwhich is why a pet can offer the samebut because they sense the child's need for a secure foundation to ground their efforts to reach out and explore their world. Another way of saying all this is that Wendy has grown up mostly sans nest. Its evident in her impulse to cling, and to register the least amount of responsiveness possiblethe default response of the abandoned chick, lest a squack catch the notice of a nearby hawk. And we particularly feel it when, at a moment when she is evidently in need of reassurance / orientation, she calls her brother and his girlfriend and they respond so defensively she ends up having to reassure them. It is possible, however, that when Wendy made this call, she was enjoying the comfort food available in just participating in the shared social convention/expectation of turning to immediate family when occasion dictates, and also, perhaps, to confirm what she was already coming to know namely, that the kind of support she is in need of is to be found in her contacts with strangers, not family, in her developing friendship with the aged parkinglot security-guard in particular. Work Cited Wendy and Lucy. Dir. Kelly Reichardt. Perf. Michelle Williams. Field Guide. 2008. Film.

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