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Not long after her lovely 2006 film, Old Joy, received the terrific reviews and lousy box office that habitually reward talented makers of very low-budget movies, Kelly Reichardt had lunch with her old friend Todd Haynes. Reichardt had just seen Brokeback Mountain and raved about the performances of Heath Ledger and Michelle Williams, then an engaged couple. Haynes, who had cast Williams in I'm Not There and had just read the script for Reichardt's projected new movie about a homeless woman driving north to Alaska to work in the canneries, tossed out the actress's name for the lead.
"And I said, 'Oh, of course, I loved her,'" says Reichardt, a slight, intense Floridian in her 40s who now lives in New York. "But I'm just so afraid of the movie business. Todd and I have this constant conversation about whether my small way of filmmaking is really easier or really harder." With Reichardt's permission, Haynes gave Williams the script, and with a little more arm-twisting from Reichardt's producer Phil Morrison and casting director Laura Rosenthal, both friends of the actress who hang out at the same Brooklyn coffee shop as she does, she said yes. "We certainly had her cornered," Reichardt says with pride.
And that's how a movie star who regularly pops up in the baby-and-me photo spreads of People magazine showed up in Portland, Oregon, two days after completing Charlie Kaufman's Synecdoche, New York to work on Wendy and Lucy. Williams was already known for making her own choices—she worked with Wim Wenders on the little-seen Land of Plenty, and she's far from the only Hollywood actor who crosses the line between studio and independent films more or less at will. But it's a rare bankable star who lends her name to a tiny project budgeted at $300,000 and shot over eighteen days with a mostly volunteer crew by a director whose name, had Williams bothered to ask permission from her agents, would doubtless have inspired the response "Who?"
Wendy and Lucy, which screened at Cannes and opened in December in New York and Los Angeles, has already earned rapturous notices and shown up on several early 10 Best lists. Williams' wattage has surely helped, but the poetically minimalist film, which sets the young woman's plight against the polluted beauty of the Pacific Northwest landscape, is unnervingly timely in its evocation of an American Dream of self-improvement that quickly sours into a struggle for material and spiritual survival. The story, co-written by Reichardt and Jon Raymond from Raymond's short story Train Choir, was inspired by tales of post–Hurricane Katrina displacement. But the direction it took was shaped by Reichardt's encounter, while scouting for a location in Texas, with a middle-aged Mexican woman whose car had blown a tire and landed in a ditch. The woman was in her socks, her cell phone minutes had expired, she had $20 to her name, and the blown tire was her only spare. Reichardt drove her to the next exit, paid for the tow truck, came back with her and marveled as a policeman worried more about her safety than the woman's.
"I was really impressed with how unhysterical she was, and how she expected nothing from authority," says Reichardt. "And my own train of thought was, how deep do I get into this? Can I buy my way out of it? It made me realize that's what this film is about. What is our obligation?"
Barely recognizable in a lusterless brown pudding-basin haircut and a faded sweatshirt over cutoff jeans and flannel shirt, Williams plays Wendy Carroll, an Indiana native stranded in a decaying former mill town in Oregon when her ancient car breaks down and she loses her beloved dog. Her delicate features set in the determined mask of one who's resolutely avoiding looking at the big picture of her life because she has to focus on the next fire she has to put out to stay afloat, Wendy pilfers food from a supermarket, fumes silently under inept fingerprinting by a policeman, scours the pound for her pet, sleeps rough in a park (where she is screamed at by a wild-eyed Larry Fessenden) and reluctantly accepts help from a kindly drugstore security guard. Wendy says little, but her lonely desperation shows in a flicker of the eyes and the tension gathering in her wiry body.
"Michelle was the one actress I couldn't totally picture in the role of Wendy," says Reichardt. "To have someone with some mystery to them is very intriguing to me. I also didn't know completely what a physical actress Michelle is, and when I saw how she uses her body, that was pretty exciting. She can be really, really still." Williams' performance is so inward it can't even be called gestural, yet it's a devastating portrait of a lonely woman trying to keep her already tenuous life from sliding off a cliff.
At first Williams was unnerved by Wendy's lack of definition. "I made many panicked calls to friends, telling them I didn't know what I was doing, I don't know who she is," says the actress. "Kelly talked me off the ledge. I knew from having seen Old Joy that this was a hypernaturalistic landscape, and as an actor I was really interested in Will [Oldham]'s performance that wasn't a performance. That was the vein I wanted to tap. In the police-station scene where I'm being fingerprinted, I thought I was doing this really subtle thing to transit my frustration. And after the first take Kelly was, like, 'You don't even have to do that, shift your hips and look frustrated. You just have to trust that it's going to come through.' And I thought, oh, that's it. Then it started to feel right."