Carla et moi

I was not Bat Mitzvahed, but had the opportunity to learn to read Torah at the age of 50. As soon as I saw a review of this film, I knew that I had to see it. I thoroughly enjoyed myself and was moved on a very personal level.

The performances were superb, the script was sharp and funny. Most of the details were spot-on, many of them recalling my own and my family's experiences. That said, I can understand why viewers who are less familiar with Jewish ritual and culture might be left cold by the film.

Coming to Torah later in life, I, of course, related strongly to Carla's character. The one glaring flaw I felt was the absence of a Torah scroll in film. Reading from the scroll, copied and produced exactly as it had been for milennia, was an overwhelming part of the experience for me. It gave me a connection to ritual and history that I'd never experienced before.

Between the Temples in s an exercise in " randomness" without much thought as to how the scenes fit together.

Really? Is this the best the editing could do?

Even the writing is very uneven, as though more than one writer threw out different ideas and then clipped them together.

Some of the scenes were not consistent with the character's personality but it seems as though the anything goes!

I really wanted to like this movie but it did not pick up traction and I was surprised at how little humor there was.

I'm not sure how long it took to make this film but it was disappointing!

So disappointing!

Carol King was terrific !

Ben Gottlieb (Jason Schwartzman) is a socially awkward cantor. He runs out of his synagogue and tries to kill himself. Of course, he awkwardly fails and goes to a bar. He doesn't know what to order and starts drinking mudslides. He gets ridiculed by a bully and knocked out. His childhood teacher Carla Kessler (Carol Kane) comes to his aid. Later, she wants his help with her bat mitzvah. Her father was Jewish but she never was.

This is a lot of quirky without much actual laughs. Schwartzman is uncomfortable and weird. The second-hand embarrassment is extremely high in this one. I do love her family restaurant outing. His one crazy move during his family dinner is truly crazy. It is outlandishly crazy as a man without any social skills. The meat and cheese scene could have been funny, but the closeup of Schwartzman eating is too gross. This movie pushes awkward comedy too far and the leads manage to save this with their charms.

Nathan Silver's "Between the Temples" is widely acclaimed by critics. Your experience may vary. Mine did.

Following the accidental death of his wife, Ben (Jason Schwartzman - "Asteroid City" and other Wes Anderson projects) is bereft. Although he works as the cantor for a local synagogue, he is unable to sing. After his latest failed attempt during services, Ben rushes out of the synagogue. He lies down in the middle of the road to end it all but instead gets a lift from the truck driver to a nearby bar. He gets drunk. In a related matter, he gets punched in the face. In the process, he becomes reacquainted with his childhood music teacher, Carla (a fantastic Carol Kane). Eventually, Ben begins to tutor the 70ish Carla for the bat mitzvah denied her by her Russian Communist parents.

Silver uses this story, which begins with tremendous potential, to explore the themes of many of his previous films, particularly the paralyzing consequences of anxiety and fear and why people fall in love or even put up with each other. At the same time, he offers a gentle critique of Jewish culture that features an explosive Shabbat dinner, mothers (Ben has two) fixated on immediately finding him a nice Jewish girl and a rabbi who's willing to negotiate and haggle about everything. Robert Smigel as the rabbi and Madeline Weinstein as Gabby, the rabbi's daughter and very available Jewish girl, offer strong performances.

The oddball relationship between Ben and Carla is mesmerizing. It's sweet, kind, confusing, funny, quirky and completely charming. Schwartzman and Kane's performances are well worth the price of admission.

What sunk this film - and it's a sinking of Titanic proportions in my view - is the muddled tone. On the one hand, there's a pervasive sweetness and a kindness in the face of everyone's frailties that's quite endearing. This sweetness encourages, even compels, the moviegoer to really invest in what's happening with these characters. So it's jarring to have slapstick scenes injected into the story along with diversions into broad, bawdy, absurdist comedy that shove us away from the feelings being so carefully nurtured. At times, I felt manipulated by these jolting shifts in tone and perspective. For me, this tonal inconsistency was a deal-breaker. Even the title of this film can't seem to make up its mind. Is the film to be an assessment of Jewish culture? Is it to be a treatise on behavioral neuropsychology? Or is it just trying to be too clever for its own good?

"Between the Temples" is a step forward from Silver's very low-budget previous films, many of which starred his mother. It's thoughtful, sometimes insightful and occasionally hilarious. Unfortunately, it's a film that never decides whether it wants to be sweet and earnest or "Harold and Maude." I left the theater feeling confused by an unfocused story (and an incomprehensible conclusion) that felt more lazy than layered.

Not being Jewish myself, it's always hard for me to understand movies about devoutly Jewish people. Like the way parents treat their kids in films about Jewish families seems almost abusive, and I never understand why the kids put up with such controlling behavior. And I'll never understand parents setting their kids up with presumptive spouses, as that wasn't part of my upbringing at all.

So some of the conflicts in "Between the Temples" felt more frustrating than compelling to me, because they seemed so easily resolvable. But otherwise, this is an amiable enough movie that has a sweet performance by Carol Kane. Her complicated relationship with Jason Schwartzmann, a kind of "Harold and Maude" situation that doesn't go quite as far, gives the film its central plot, and the movie is at its best when those two are on screen together.

I didn't care for the film's visual style at all. It's like a John Cassavetes movie, with a roving, jittery camera that zooms in for extreme closeups. The film looks like a documentary, which doesn't fit its tone at all.

Grade: B.