Metropolitan, the 1990 dramedy about a group of chivalrous preppies whose debutante ball after-parties are so articulate and decorous that they might have driven J. Alfred Prufrock to throw a TV out the window like Keith Moon trashing a hotel suite, earned auteur Whit Stillman the appellation “the WASP Woody Allen.”
Even more unusual in romantic comedies is his ethnic and class loyalty. At least since The Graduate, privileged Protestant characters have been the default bad guys who always lose the girls to the spunky outsiders. But Stillman, the godson of Princeton sociologist E. Digby Baltzell, who popularized the term “WASP,” took a pedantic pride in his country-club caste’s genteel virtues. As one Upper East Side youth notes in Metropolitan:
The term ‘bourgeois’ has almost always been one of contempt. Yet it is precisely the bourgeoisie that is responsible, well, for nearly everything good in the world for the last four centuries. Do you know the French film “The Discreet Charm of the Bourgeoisie”? When I first heard that title I thought, finally, someone is going to tell the truth about the bourgeoisie. What a disappointment.
Stillman followed up with two more movies in which People Like Us are the good guys. In Barcelona, two Reaganites joust with leftist Euro-weenies during the Cold War: “I think it’s well-known that anti-Americanism has its roots in sexual impotence.…” And in the The Last Days of Disco, when Chris Eigeman’s nightclub flunky is accused of being a yuppie, he retorts: “I wish we were yuppies. Young, upwardly mobile, professional. Those are good things, not bad things.”
Since 1990, however, the indefatigable Woody Allen—who famously claimed that eighty percent of success is showing up—has released twenty-one films versus the defatigable Stillman’s three. Finally, though, Stillman’s first movie in almost fourteen years, Damsels in Distress, will be arriving with April’s flowers. It’s a sunny, strange, and occasionally exquisite comedy about four sorority sisters with floral names: Violet, Rose, Heather, and Lily. “You probably think we’re frivolous, empty-headed, perfume-obsessed college coeds,” says their self-critical leader Violet (Greta Gerwig). “You’re probably right.”
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