
2023 · Alexander Payne
The ideal melancholy-holiday film — for a winter night when you want to laugh and get a lump in your throat in the same scene. Comfort viewing for people who like their comfort with a little ache in it.
Christmas break, 1970, at a New England boarding school: a curmudgeonly classics teacher nobody likes is stuck on campus babysitting the boys with nowhere to go. He's left with one damaged, whip-smart troublemaker and the school's head cook, who has just lost her son in Vietnam. Three stranded people, an empty snowbound campus, and two weeks with no one else to talk to.
Warm and wounding in equal measure — it's genuinely funny, with insult-comedy crackle between teacher and student, but the grief underneath keeps surfacing when you least expect it. It moves at the unhurried pace of a snowed-in holiday and leaves you feeling like you've spent the break with these people.
Paul Giamatti gives one of his great performances as the teacher, prickly and wounded in the same breath, and Da'Vine Joy Randolph won an Oscar for playing Mary's grief with an almost offhand dignity that sneaks up on you.
Alexander Payne shoots it like a lost film from 1970 — period grain, vintage studio logos, slow zooms and old-fashioned dissolves — but the pastiche serves feeling, not nostalgia. David Hemingson's script gives all three leads real interior lives, so the jokes and the sorrow come from character, never formula.
It marked Payne's return to form and reunited him with Giamatti two decades after Sideways, and it's already settling into rotation as a modern Christmas perennial for people who find most holiday movies too sweet.
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Alexander Payne's homecoming — to Paul Giamatti, his Sideways collaborator, and to the humane, rueful comedy of stranded souls that made his name. A despised classics teacher at a New England boarding school is stuck babysitting the boys with nowhere to go over Christmas 1970, alongside a grieving cafeteria manager; from this chamber-piece premise Payne builds something like a lost film of the era it depicts. The commitment is total: Eigil Bryld's cinematography adds period grain and gate weave, the studio logos are vintage, the dissolves and slow zooms belong to Hal Ashby's world. But the pastiche serves feeling rather than nostalgia — David Hemingson's script gives all three leads real interior lives, and Da'Vine Joy Randolph's Oscar-winning performance as Mary carries the film's deepest grief with almost offhand dignity. Giamatti, wall-eyed and fluent in Latin invective, delivers a curmudgeon whose armor the film removes one plate at a time. In an American cinema starved of mid-budget character drama, it landed like a care package. Payne has always trusted that comedy and sorrow share a border; here he builds his whole snowbound world on it.
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