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‘Paint It Black’ Review: Amber Tamblyn’s Directorial Debut Pits Girlfriend vs Mommie-in-Law Dearest

A grounded Alia Shawkat and an over-the-top Janet McTeer play off each other as though they were in two completely different movies

For her directorial debut, Amber Tamblyn chose to adapt a piece of pulp fiction. At least it feels like one: She and co-writer Ed Dougherty adapted a novel by “White Oleander” author Janet Fitch that puts a sensational spin on grief, one so melodramatic that at times it feels like a horror parody. You’re already familiar with Mommie Dearest; get ready to meet Mommie-in-Law Dearest.

Josie (Alia Shawkat) is an artist who is apparently able to pay rent on her Echo Park apartment just by being a nude model. She complains to a friend that her live-in boyfriend, Michael (Rhys Wakefield, “The Purge”), who’s visiting his mother, hasn’t called for nearly a week. (This is set in the 1980s, though bulky dumb-phones are the only indication.)

Then she gets a ring from the police: Michael’s dead by his own hand. The moment is nicely dramatized by Shawkat but then overdramatized by Tamblyn, who uses what might be characterized as an echo effect, except echoes usually grow quieter instead of sounding like the person is merely repeating herself.

So Josie, though now in a state of shock, does her usual: gets drunk and goes to a club to mosh. (The slo-mo depiction of her being pushed in every direction certainly must mean something — emotional whiplash, perhaps?) And later that night, another call: Michael’s mother Meredith (Janet McTeer) hisses, “If my son had never met you, would he have killed himself?” It may sound like the stuff of mourning, but really it’s a gauntlet thrown. And boy, is this proven at the funeral: There’s nearly another death as Meredith turns demon-like, pulling toward her a carpet runner to prevent Josie from escaping.

For no logical reason, Josie soon after visits Meredith at her home, and the game is truly afoot. They drink till they get sloppy, with Meredith babbling and McTeer chewing. You’ll laugh at Josie’s suddenly hostile parting act, along with their exchange: “Josie, you can’t drive in the condition you’re in,” Meredith says. “I can’t live in the condition I’m in!” she replies. Those aren’t the scenes only absurd lines of dialogue. Have you ever heard someone describe an exhilarating feeling as “like being in the nose cone of a rocket?”

The pair alternate devious acts for the rest of the film, ones that actually further devolve into absurdity. Tamblyn may very well have encouraged McTeer to spin into a ludicrous lioness, but her performance doesn’t play well opposite Shawkat’s. The latter ultimately gets a chance to prove herself in a star turn, but she keeps Josie too grounded, too realistic to become any threat to Meredith.

Shawkat breaks out subtleties that she’s never been able to show off in other roles: Josie’s quick hitch of a shoulder to steel herself, for example, or looking dead-eyed as she sits at the end of the bed she shared with Michael. She’s too believably human to take part in this spectacle.

On Meredith’s end, there’s only one moment in which she appears three-dimensional, but it’s in a move that’s a culmination of other hard-to-swallow plot swings. (Let’s just say some spooning takes place.) At one point she offers Josie, “I can’t take anymore. Can you?” And just when you feel like you can’t take anymore yourself, the film quiets down and turns sweet, warm, and heartbreaking.

The ending itself is abrupt and random, involving a motel cleaning woman. Nonetheless, it’s a refreshing tonal change after nearly 90 minutes of soap-opera theatrics.