My Name Is Emily

Emily (Evanna Lynch) feels lost in the world. After her mother's death, her father Robert (Michael Smiley) deteriorated mentally and forced into an institution. Emily was placed in foster care. In the new school, teachers keep asking, "What is wrong with you?" The kids think she's weird except Arden (George Webster) who is head over heels for her. It's her birthday and the expected card from her father has not arrived. She enlists Arden in her mission to save her father.

Evanna Lynch is most well-known as Harry Potter's Luna Lovegood. This one is a similar flighty, ethereal character. She is quite compelling playing this type of role and has a certain magnetic charisma. George Webster is a relative newcomer and presents a very appealing actor. Most of this works well as a teen romance and road trip. At a certain point, the story struggles to do something more than the simple formula. The father's story could have been more emotional. For all the possibilities, the danger to him fizzles. It becomes something interesting about the father daughter relationship but it could have been more dramatic. Its potential is not fully realized but it's good nevertheless.

Excellent acting and a story that can happen to any of us.

There's a poetry to My Name is Emily. Not just in the words - it permeates the imagery and music as well. That should come as no surprise to anyone familiar with Simon Fitzmaurice's work - his short films won all around them, lauded as lyrical and beautiful. His stream-of-consciousness film-making evokes a response on myriad levels - visually, musically, emotionally - and My Name is Emily succeeds on all fronts.

Emily, played beautifully by Evanna Lynch, is a troubled soul - deep and considered and stubbornly beyond conformity. She is wounded, armored and iron-strong. Arden, played with great charm by newcomer George Webster, is similarly bruised, but meets his own challenges with an infectious wit and enthusiasm. He hides his own pain under bravado, to a degree, and his inherent optimism and seize-the-day attitude are a perfect counterpoint to Emily's initial introspection. Their growth as characters as they journey across Ireland builds in an organic and believable way, gradually revealing themselves to each other, and in turn, the audience.

To call this movie a road trip is a little reductive - it is, for all intents and purposes, but the journey Simon so wonderfully evokes is through an emotional landscape as well as a physical one.

Parents loom large for both these characters, in different ways. Emily's father Robert is written across every aspect of her life. Their history together has forged her, left her vulnerable, searching for answers. Michael Smiley delivers a nuanced and powerful performance as Robert - a broken man, gradually remade through love and forgiveness.

Simon finds humor and pathos throughout, delicately balanced against themes of loss and redemption. He adds richness and texture in deft strokes, letting peripheral characters shine in fleeting moments - Arden's Granny, full of wit and wisdom, Emily's foster parents, crippled by their earnest middle-class nicety.

Emily's pain and loss simmer, fathoms deep, etched across every subtle expression. Lynch plays it flat at first, closed and impenetrable, but gradually opens up as the movie progresses. It's wonderful to see Emily start to smile and laugh, to watch her being freed as Arden helps her come out of herself, out of her pain. My Name is Emily is a poem about love and loss, darkness and light and everything in between.

This movie is a pile of attemptedly profound and meaningful statements that feel like they should culminate to create a big heartfelt message but actually just come down as a heap of confusingly pseudo-poetic tripe. There are so many plot holes in this movie, from Emily's endless wardrobe while on the run with a small bag to the fact that her foster parents don't seem to call the social workers and seek to find her, despite Emily's claims that they will. That's just forgotten. The narration on Evanna lynch's Part is excessively wordy without meaning anything, and her acting is even worse. She quite possibly ruins the movie with it, however I'm not sure there is much good outside that. Why did this movie win any awards?

I'm not aware of Fitzmaurice's cultural background: judging his first feature film on the basis of the level of theoretical depth that it (apparently) expresses would be consequently unfair. But "My name is Emily" - as far as we know - is one of the most elegant examples of complex theoretic inclusions within a classic drama movie format.

Film language is quite complex with its multimedia semiotics: it's hard to find mainstream films with both an attention to deep conceptual problems and some "watchability" value (no, I wouldn't consider Matrix an example...). This is of course not due to the lack of great writers/directors but to the nature of the language itself which is in some sense too rich, redundant and ambiguous: life-like.

So here we have a sort of meta-allegory of Plato's cavern allegory (and its social consequences) which doesn't sound boring or book-like, involves likable characters and has a solid plot. Furthermore photography depicts charming corners of Ireland and the actors did an honest job.

However all in all the film feels weak, not enough daring (and caring) and with too many unnecessary minutes here and there: lots and lots of details that sound rushed or amateurish.

The writer (and director) has for sure something interesting to say but despite its merits "My name is Emily" is quite forgettable.