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WE DON'T LIVE HERE ANYMORE Send This Review to a Friend
Failing marriages and couples locked in adultery as sexual exploration and as an escape valve are at the core of this mature, intelligent and candid new film directed by John Curran and written by Larry Gross, based on two Andre Dubus’ novellas, one “We Don’t Live Here Anymore,” from which the film takes its title, the other being “Adultery.” Searing acting and uncompromising storytelling catapult the startling work into the list of the year’s best thus far.
“We Don’t Live Here Anymore,” plays like a piece of music. It is understated, except when rage erupts, and the scenes of the complicated involvements shift between each other without fanfare. But crossed relationships are a tinder box in the suburban atmosphere. Mark Ruffalo plays Jack, a professor, who launches into a steamy secret affair with Edith (Naomi Watts), the wife of Jack’s best friend, colleague and running companion, Hank (Peter Krause). Hank is a struggling author who also teaches writing courses. He is terribly frustrated in his work. Hank in turn is attracted to Jack’s wife, Terry (Laura Dern), starved for affection in her marital relationship. Her unhappiness is reflected in her slovenly housekeeping and her resentment toward her husband, whom she still loves despite everything. But she is rebelling and her passions are unleashed when Hank makes his move. The children in the families are budding casualties of the arguments and disruptions.
Each actor is terrific, especially Watts in the way she pursues her affair and projects sexuality along with her overall attitude. Ruffalo expertly conveys Jack’s misplaced aggression against his wife’s behavior and his own selfishness. Krause captures Hank’s smugness, repressed feelings and stymied yearnings for success as a writer. Dern as Terry gives a magnificent performance and makes the most of fiercely emotional scenes of rebellion and impassioned expressions of her love for and devotion to her husband.
One can lose a bit of patience with the characters, who are blind to the real problems in their marital relationships, since they seem so ill-suited to one another. But breaking free is tough, as anyone who has been similarly involved may recognize, and there is the compulsion to stay together out of loyalty and the feared effects on the children. The almost-humorless film ends without glib resolutions and one can speculate on the future of all four. But that is part of what makes “We Don’t’ Live Here Anymore” so appealing as adult movie-going. A Warner Independent Pictures release.

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