What Happened Was...

A daring movie with few equals: a journey into the heart of darkness of the date from hell. Two seemingly quiet, reserved folks teeming with disturbing secrets and half-truths reveal themselves to us and each other in an increasingly frightening crescendo. Deception, life, the skeletons of a nightmare closet. Gripping, a bit over-long, perhaps, but well worth the time. As of this writing I have rented and seen the film 4 times and each time I've learned something about myself, about my world and about vanity, trauma and deception.

This movie is certainly NOT for everyone. And I would whole heartedly agree with people who feel mislead by the cover of the videotape because it doesn't create any idea of what the movie is. What the movie is, is a very finely crafted film much like "My Dinner With Andre" but much more somber. The layers of these characters peel off as they become more and more comfortable with each other and it creates for an almost voyeristic feel that lends the movie an immediate impact credibility. This movie is reflective of how many, many people interact and present themselves as something they are not and how fragile people can really be. We see and work with people every day who could be lost souls, lonely hearts, broken egos etc.....and this movie simply reminds us that not everyone is what they seem and that the world is full of lost, lonely people. Obviously not a subject that lends itself to the average movie-goer but if you like outstanding writing and want to see what can be done with TRULY indepenent movies, this is the movie for you. I HIGHLY recommend it to literate movie fans.

Jackie is an executive assistant at a large law firm in New York. One night, she invites Michael- a coworker- for dinner at her apartment. Both of them are nervous, having never been alone together. As the night unfolds and the drinks flow, their conversation turns from awkward small talk to more important issues. Michael is trying to write a book- and has been for 15 years- about the goings on inside the firm. He is something of a pedant, though Jackie has feelings for him. Whether they are reciprocated or not remains to be seen in Tom Noonan's 'What Happened Was...'

A darkly comic, fascinating character study, 'What Happened Was...' is based on Noonan's play of the same name, and is a tense and profound examination of the lives of two lonely people. Essentially a filmed conversation- like 'My Dinner with Andre'- the movie boasts excellent, believable dialogue that ebbs and flows like it would in real life. Never for a moment does one feel as if the proceedings are scripted or staged, and watching Jackie and Michael really get to know each other makes one feel like a voyeur spying on a real conversation.

Noonan's characters are flawed, strange and startlingly realistic. Over the course of their evening together, we learn about Jackie and Michael's lives and desires, and how each of them manages to face a world every day that they find cold and cruel. Unlike 'My Dinner with Andre', which was centred on two rather pretentious and garrulous people, the conversation between Jackie and Michael isn't a constant stream; the film isn't a sparring match between witty monologists. It is a bleak and poignant story of two lonely souls trying to connect, with moments of dark humour and unexpected revelations. 'What Happened Was...' won the Grand Jury Prize and the Waldo Salt Screenwriting Award at the 1994 Sundance Film Festival; and rightly so, as it is gripping from start to finish.

Joe De Salvo's cinematography is minimalistic and realistic, as is Andras Kanegson's set decoration and Daniel Ouellette's production design; reflecting the somewhat claustrophobic, intimate nature of Noonan's narrative. The picture was shot in one location, Jackie's apartment, which is decorated simply with objects that reveal aspects of her personality and background. De Salvo makes use of subtle and unobtrusive camera angles, avoiding flashy or dramatic shots which would distract from the dialogue and the actors' understated performances. Minimalist and striking, 'What Happened Was...' contains memorable, muted visuals that enhance the story.

'What Happened Was...' stars Karen Sillas as Jackie and Tom Noonan as Michael, both delivering power-house performances full of subtlety and nuance. They manage to create a believable and complex relationship, balancing moments of tension with humour and attraction with repulsion. Furthermore, they handle the challenges of performing a script based on a play, with a few long, intricate monologues each, without losing the attention or the interest of the audience. Both display the insecurities of their characters marvellously, never resorting to theatrics or going over the top, and share a seemingly genuine chemistry. Understated and powerful; Sillas and Noonan's performances are not easily forgotten.

As is the case with the film as a whole: it is hard to forget. 'What Happened Was...' is a fantastic, believable character study about two profoundly realistic characters that enchants and entertains. Full of dark humour and genuine human drama, the movie showcases Noonan's remarkable abilities as a writer, director, editor and actor. Karen Sillas proves to be his equal, delivering a subtle performance of style and wit, and the muted visuals are striking. In short, Tom Noonan's 'What Happened Was...' really is a night to remember.

An astonishing, captivating film. One of the toughest tricks to pull off is making film people talk like real people; director/writer Noonan does it o.k. This film generates a prickling, enjoyable sense of unease in the viewer, which gives way to discomfort and then alarm; and then on to awkwardness and the hope for reconciliation.

The only other Noonan film I've seen, apart from his cameo in the enjoyable hokum `Heat,' is `The Wife,' which I feel is less successful. One of the small cast of that film is Wallace Shawm, star of `My Dinner with Andre,' which has been mentioned her by another reviewer. As he says, `What Happened Was' is on similar territory to `Andre,' but it's much more somber and doesn't give that `redeeming' feeling at its end. Demanding and rewarding.

Essentially a one act play about the pathos in the meeting of two lonely, damaged people who can't communicate their feelings and intentions, this character study reminds you of the most disturbed Woody Allen personas, and Brando's character in "Last Tango in Paris"- narcissistic, haunted by the past and continually oscillating between isolation and the desire that someone will rescue them from deep seated shame. Unpretentious, tense and compelling, "W.H.W" never lapses into sentimentality, and seems more focused than comparable more recent films such as "Heavy". It succeeds because of its sensitive treatment of a difficult subject.