Obvious Child Is a Quirky Indie Comedy
Plot: Stand-up comic has abortion. Execution: Clever and winning.
Rated R, 84 min. Directed by Gillian Robespierre. Starring Jenny Slate, Jake Lacy, Gaby Hoffmann, Gabe Liedman, David Cross, Richard Kind, Polly Draper.
At the start of Obvious Child, a struggling Brooklyn stand-up comic named Donna (Jenny Slate) takes the stage to deliver a mighty riff on vaginal discharge. Now, 50 percent of the population already knows plenty about vaginal discharge, but most movies politely avert their gaze from these undainty truths and instead scan the horizon for a more user-friendly dick joke. (You can find that at any 22 Jump Street screening.) Donna’s crude comedy – punched up by Slate’s vox-box-vrooming between a high-pitched Muppety squeak and a low, whiskeyed growl – is a calculated move on the part of writer/director Gillian Robespierre. Call it a statement of purpose, and possibly a dare.
Soon after we meet her, Donna gets dumped. She gets sad and sloppy-drunk, then sleeps with a stranger. She gets pregnant. She decides to get an abortion. These are plot points (nothing the trailer doesn’t already give away), but in between these points is the messy, funny, peripatetic business of waking up and going to work and having dinner with friends or parents, even when there’s a Planned Parenthood appointment circled on the calendar.
Obvious Child takes the same shape as its elfin lead actress; it’s just a slip of a thing, and it slips easily into different guises, from coarsely funny to gloaming-gloomy. It’s an indie film about abortion that comes snuggled in the broad strokes of a quirky relationship comedy. A grump might wonder when indie films got so soft, but I’m more intrigued by the inverse: Why aren’t more studio films this clever and winning and conversant in the same language as their audience? Acknowledging 50 percent of the population shouldn’t seem so daring.
Now playing at the Downer Theatre.