If you’re at all intrigued by their latest effort, I would urge you not to watch the trailer or read anything about it. Jeff, Who Lives at Home is so delicate—like a well-constructed house of cards—that even a breeze could blow it over. In other words, I think you should discover it for yourself and allow it to win you over, as it did me.
Fate, if that’s what you choose to call it, has something in store for each of these characters, and the threads come together in the most unexpected—and satisfying—way. If the same story points were carried out with a heavier hand, this film would be booed off the screen as an absurdity; in the hands of the Duplasses, its quiet, quirky charms transform it into a disarming modern-day fable.
Anyone who wanders into a theater this weekend expecting another Hangover or Forgetting Sarah Marshall is in for a possibly unhappy surprise. Jeff, Who Lives at Home is a low-key, often bittersweet film that only marginally qualifies as a comedy...yet its good-hearted conclusion left me with a smile on my face.
Incidentally, the Duplasses have a new film at South by Southwest that will be in theaters in just a few months. I can hardly wait to see it.