Review by
Eric Hillis
Directed by: Kenneth Lonergan
Starring: Casey Affleck, Michelle Williams, Kyle Chandler,
Lucas Hedges, Gretchen Mol, Matthew Broderick
With his first two films - 2000's You Can Count On Me and 2011's long delayed Margaret - playwright turned screenwriter-director Kenneth Lonergan announced himself as one of the most talented dramatists working in American cinema. His latest, Manchester by the Sea, makes it a hat-trick of near masterpieces, and confirms him as one of the most important American filmmakers of the 21st century.
On paper, Manchester sounds like a movie we've seen dozens of times before. Narratives involving troubled protagonists forced to return to their hometown first reared their heads in the '90s with comedies like Grosse Point Blank and Romy and Michelle's High School Reunion, and they've become a Sundance cliche ever since. Lonergan has been here before with You Can Count On Me of course, but his new film, along with Trey Edward Shults's remarkable debut Krisha, proves there's life in this most contrived of scenarios still.
The figure reluctantly returning home here is Casey Affleck's Lee
Chandler (a literary in-joke sees him reading a novel by Raymond Chandler's
great rival, Dashiel Hammett), a sullen loner who works as a Boston building
janitor during the day, starting drunken fights and ignoring the advances of
women at night. When his brother, Joe (Kyle Chandler), passes away
following a heart attack, Lee returns to his titular Massachusetts hometown,
and is shocked to learn he is now the legal guardian of his nephew,
16-year-old Patrick (Lucas Hedges).
Lonergan's film opens with a younger Lee, Joe and Patrick goofing around on Joe's fishing boat, three guys without a care in the world. Introduced to present day Lee, it becomes clear something has damaged him, and the townsfolk refer to 'an incident' involving 'THAT Lee Chandler', with some displaying outward vehemence at the mention of his name. When we learn the specific nature of Lee's trauma in an extended flashback (scored with unnecessary classical music, as though Lonergan wasn't confident enough in the power of his visuals to illicit the required emotion - my one gripe with this film), it explains, if not excuses, his current behaviour and attitude.
Lonergan has been acclaimed as a writer throughout his career, but Manchester sees him mature into a great director too. There's a lot more visual storytelling on display here than you might expect from a narrative of this nature. Lonergan's leading man is required to deliver a largely silent performance, a task Affleck is more than up to. It's not Affleck's dialogue we remember so much as his moments of silence, such as when he stands quietly by a microwave reheating day old pizza, breathing in the first moment to himself he's been afforded since arriving home and having responsibility thrust upon his hunched shoulders. In one of his film's many flashbacks, Lonergan establishes Patrick's since estranged mother as a drunk, not through the sort of shouty confrontation you might expect, but with a very subtle visual detail that communicates far more.
Affleck's Lee is so closed off from the world, so distant from life that it's easy to wonder why he bothers to continue going on at all. In an early, seemingly throwaway moment, Lonergan provides the answer through the overheard phone conversation of an elderly Jewish lady moaning about having to take a seven hour drive for her Grandson's barmitzvah - "I could slit my throat, but the girls are so charming." Life gives us just enough. In his films, Kenneth Lonergan gives us more than enough.
Manchester by the Sea is on Amazon
Prime Video UK now.