|The film. . .|
Since I’m not a politician or responsible for a major corporation or any life and death situations, well, then, I see nothing wrong with a little well considered nepotism.
On that note, let me tell you about “Let Go”a film written and directed by my nephew, Brian Jett. It’s what, I suppose, one refers to as an “Indie” film, but I’m not an expert on the gendre. What it reminds me of is a black comedy a la Robert Altman.
The characters are joined by a common link, their probation officer. The major actors are ex-cons of various stripes. There is not a dangerous one in the bunch, but they are all intriguing and basically looking for fulfillment in love, some definition of happiness and contentment as in the appreciation of what one has or what one may have lost and can still — perhaps — resurrect.
Then again, maybe letting go is the only way in or out of the dilemma.
The ensemble acting is superb — everything from a prickly, grouchy old robber played by Ed Asner to the gorgeous, manipulative flirt, Gillian Jacobs, who, to the chagrin (and fury) of her ex-fiance sold her engagement ring on e-Bay (she also has a thick dossier of other scams to her credit) and the former doctor, Kevin Hart, who embezzled millions from Blue Cross & Blue Shield and is required to find a job, any job, in order to stay out of prison. A wacky, hilarious employment agency worker, Alexandra Holden, finds him “fantastic” jobs as a hot dog in a bun and a voiturier, gailypointing out that there is not a tremendous demand for an unlicensed doctor with a criminal record.
All the eccentric ex-cons swirl around and disturb the life of their parole officer, the pitch-perfect, melancholy, “empty vessel” David Denman.
Have you ever noticed how strange it is to know a child from the moment he or she was born, sometimes it’s even our own child (or a niece or nephew), and how absolutely amazing it is to see the adults they were destined to become? That’s how I feel when I look at Brian’s film. He was such a sweet baby and now he’s a screen writer and director. Who could imagine such a thing? Magic.