SUNDANCE 2020 FESTIVAL REVIEW! Okay, full disclosure: I have only briefly listened to St. Vincent before viewing The Nowhere Inn. I’m sure that a large percentage of people reading this will be really annoyed by that, but you’re just going to have to deal with it. If it makes you feel any better, I am listening to her now as I’m writing this review. The big pull for me to see the film was Carrie Brownstein. I have been a fan of Sleater Kinney for what seems like forever, and Portlandia has some of the funniest comedic moments of the last decade. With all this being said, I now have a great appreciation for St. Vincent, the alter ego of Annie Clark, who co-wrote the film with Brownstein and is the star of the film.
“…suggests that the two of them should write a song together, which could be the underlying narrative.”
How do I even begin describing the plot of The Nowhere Inn? It’s such a hilarious and glaringly intelligent mindfuck that it’s hard to nail down properly. We start at the beginning of a St. Vincent tour where Annie Clark and her best friend Carrie Brownstein are discussing the filming of a documentary that will show people the real person behind the St. Vincent persona. Annie Clark likes playing video games and going to farmer’s markets. She’s a really big fan of salads without dressing because she likes to “taste the dirt.”
There’s not a lot of gritty interesting factoids for Carrie to grab onto in the direction of this documentary, so she becomes frustrated and suggests that the film just be a concert doc. She then suggests that the two of them should write a song together, which could be the underlying narrative.
"…like Portlandia on acid"