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Personal velocity

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Personal velocity tells the affecting stories of three American women struggling to make sense of the lives they've found themselves living.

Delia (Kyra Sedgwick) is a young mother stuck in an abusive relationship with her husband of 12 years. One night after he brutally beats her, Delia finally attempts to reclaim some of the power she's completely lost.

Greta (Parker Posey) is a cookbook editor at a crossroads in life, "rotten with ambition" and semi-struggling with issues of fidelity to her kind but unexciting husband.

And Paula (Fairuza Balk) is thrust into crisis after having a near-death experience. Driving to her mother's house in upstate New York, she picks up a hitchhiker, a badly beaten young boy who helps her discover a new sense of spirit.

As each story unfolds, each woman finds herself forced to make a decision - a decision that will change her life forever.

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Target demographic movie keyword propaganda

Film drama women

Persons of interest

Kyra Sedgwick .... Delia
Parker Posey .... Greta
Fairuza Balk .... Paula
John Ventimiglia .... Narrator
Tim Guinee .... Lee
Wallace Shawn .... Mr Gelb
Lou Taylor Pucci .... Kevin
Mara Hobel .... Fay
David Warshofsky .... Kurt Wurtzle
Seth Gilliam .... Vincent
Joel de la Fuente .... Thavi Matola
Patti D'Arbanville .... Celia
Ron Leibman .... Avram
Nick Cubbler .... John Wurtzle
Nicole Murphy .... May Wurtzle
Brian Tarantina .... Pete Shunt
Laura Fanelli .... Young Delia
Rebecca Miller .... Author
Rebecca Miller .... Screenwriter
Rebecca Miller .... Director

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Awards and film festivals:

Sydney Film Festival 2003: Screening
Sundance Film Festival 2002: Dramatic Grand Jury Prize

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Studios and distributors:

Palace Films

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Theatrical report

A triptych of post-modern feminist angst.

On their own, each of these stories is a curious glimpse into someone else's life, like looking through their living room window as you drive past on your way home. That's where Personal velocity falls down: there's not enough information to turn that glimpse into a stare (which is, after all, what you do when you watch a film). Seeing a woman leave an abusive marriage is too small a concept to make into a film or even a third of a film. Seeing a woman cheat on her husband and/or offer aid to a stranger isn't enough, either. At the risk of being accused of masculocentrism, I say that none of these women are worthy of having (a third of) a film made about them. They are a valid record of "herstory" but a film must be more than mere documentation: it must entertain. I wasn't entertained by this film.

At the risk of being accused of over-simplification, I have to say that the central theme is not that the women are victims of circumstance or even the repressive, abusive patriarchy but that all men are bastards. None of the men in Personal velocity are what I would call sympathetic characters. At one end of the scale they are wife-beaters, at the other end they repay kindness with car theft. Mind you, none of the women are particularly engaging: they are either serial victims or reasonably pathetic losers.

Maybe I had taken too much medication. Maybe I am not the target demographic. Maybe I just didn't get it. Maybe the glaringly obvious camera-work was too much. Maybe it all seemed washed out. Maybe I just don't care. Maybe I'm a bastard. Whatever the reason(s), I didn't enjoy Personal velocity. You might be different. Or maybe not.