A nice sense of comedic background detail and the winning chemistry of stars Natalie Portman and Ashton Kutcher power No Strings Attached, a comedy in which two young adults test a pact to avoid any deeper feelings while enjoying each other’s company purely for sex
Aileen Gonsalves has done a wonderful job with directing No Strings Attached. Although there were not many places, physically, for the cast to go she truly kept the show feeling alive. Most importantly she is not afraid to simply let the characters exist. There are several moments of silence which feel incredibly natural. It is rare to find a director brave enough to let two characters build and shift emotion in awkward silence but she does. A feat that absolutely paid off.
If there’s a complaint, it’s that Adam seems game for a relationship so quickly, and so the movie misses a chance to dig into and as deeply explore the dance of unstated feelings in such an agreement
I would recommend anyone to go and watch No Strings Attached. At just 1 hour long, with no interval, this production is a sublime welcome back to dramatic theatre and keeps you on the edge of your seat throughout. Well done to all involved.
It remains to be seen whether No Strings Attached will benefit from a Black Swan �bump,� which just this weekend added another 740 screens, or whether Stateside audiences will suffer some degree of performer fatigue from being presented such a wildly divergent portrait of Portman, and her Golden Globe-winning turn in that film.
Audiences recently gave something of a cold shoulder to Love & Other Drugs, another sex-saturated comedy which in no small part dealt with a couple laboring to avoid a conventional relationship. Generally positive word-of-mouth and a more streamlined paign should benefit this film, though, and make it a solid theatrical performer with significant holdover ancillary appeal.
A couple breezy set pieces establish a history between Emma Kurtzman (Portman) and Adam Franklin (Kutcher), teenage camp friends whose romantic curiosities orbit one another but never align until the pair reunites many years later in Los Angeles. Emma is in medical residency, Adam is a production assistant and would-be writer, as well as the son of an aging, self-centered TV star, Alvin (Kevin Kline). A drunken night of attempted booty calls leads Adam back to Emma, and a curious arrangement is struck.
Adam accepts, even though he immediately evidences a level of besotted attraction, bringing Emma a balloon that reads �congratulations� after their first physical encounter. Hassle-free fun works for a while, but more profound feelings eventually bubble up.
This same conceit – at once fluffy and throwaway, but also interested in shifts in the modern dating landscape impacted by technology and many couples waiting until much later to get married, if at all – could suffer mightily in lesser hands. Veteran director Ivan Reitman, however, is a skilled comedy craftsman, able both to build engaging scenes and maintain some semblance of an emotional throughline.
He’s aided by a script, from debut screenwriter Elizabeth Meriwether, that doesn’t overreach for false slapstick, but instead puts a fairly substantive spin on the reasons for particularly Emma’s defense mechanisms.
(A subplot involving Alvin dating Adam’s ex-girlfriend marks time, seemingly an exercise in needless parallelism.) Still, No Strings Attached is a movie that has the courage to trust in its characters (and the stars playing them) enough to let them be a bit disagreeable or cavalier in their treatment of others, knowing that the audience will be eventually won over by the honest expression of their viewpoint.