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Richard von Busack of MovieTimes.com and Metroactive.com writes:
Itâ€™s not that â€œWendy and Luckâ€ is mediocre; at about 80 minutes long, it doesnâ€™t have the time to be. The film has a simple story, too. Having left her family back in Muncie, Ind., Wendy (Michelle Williams) is driving an old Honda Accord to the fisheries in Alaska. With her is her part-Lab Lucy (played by the directorâ€™s dog). In a nowhere town in north Oregon, Wendyâ€™s car refuses to start. Having lost her car, Wendy soon loses Lucy. The craftsmanship in Kelly Reichardtâ€™s film shows through even in the earliest tracking shots. This is the kind of movie thatâ€™s usually given the small-camera treatment, for budget reasons or to express more grit. Portlandâ€™s Reichardt and her two cinematographers (Samy Levy, with assistance from Greg Schmitt) worked hard on the composition and color. If youâ€™ve ever had the foolish reverie of buying a sleeping bag and heading for the rail yards to hop a freight train up north, the film visually idealizes that dream: at one point, Wendy (Michelle Williams) is a little blue riding hood in a boxcar cruising among the dreamy, foggy trees.
At the beginning of the film, Lucy discovers a group of train hoppers around a fire. The one professional among them (the musician Will Oldham) looks physically right, but when he starts to orate, telling a story about how he got in trouble up in the Alaska for driving some heavy equipment while stoned, the quiet naturalism of the scene is punctured. It turns theatrical in a hurry. The same problem occurs when Wendy is popped for shopliftingâ€”an impulsive action, to feed her dogâ€”John Robinson, playing the clerk trying to take the high ground on her, is clearly posing for a camera. â€œThe rules apply to everyone,â€ he says, as if he were playing a district attorney onstage. If Reichardt wants to escape the ghetto of being a great regional filmmaker, sheâ€™s going to have to figure out a way to coordinate the acting styles in her films. As for the star, Williams can hit the notes. But nothing sticks out more than poised acting in a naturalistic film.
Unlike in Agnès Vardaâ€™s 1985 classic, â€œVagabond,â€ what happens to Wendy is never her fault. She has none of the usual problems of a wanderer; no tendency to drink or drugs, no alienating tattoos, no interest in hooking up with men or women. Reichardt prefers to present Wendy as an innocent version of everyone we ever ignored or refused to give spare change to. We can watch her and feel the panic of what might happen to us if we ran out of money, or tried to make a break for it. The situations â€œWendy and Lucyâ€ are plausible, and the film resolves on a point thatâ€™s ancient-movie effective. It would have worked as well in 1909 as 2009. That might be enough for some audiences, who wonâ€™t miss the answers to the questions about what Wendyâ€™s running from or what sheâ€™s running to. Ask the average person what makes Wendy wander, and theyâ€™ll say, â€œItâ€™s the economy, stupid.â€ But the truth is that unlike Sandrine Bonnaireâ€™s Mona in â€œVagabond,â€ this Wendy is a stranger to us as much as she is to herself.
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