Wendy and Lucy
Wendy and Lucy is a small film set in a Pacific Northwest that thrums and squeals with trains passing through and passing by strange towns where you can’t get “an address without an address, or a job without a job,” yet people live, count time, are passed over. Modest, pared down yet fully, touchingly human, it’s like an on-screen Will Oldham song, unadorned, honest and wholly American. It also boasts an appearance by the aforementioned Mr Oldham himself as Icky, but it is a mesmserising, Michelle Williams, who plays Wendy with pitch perfect honesty and understatement, that really steals the show. Oh, and a very endearing dog. Anyone seen it (the film, not the dog)?