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The Slacker Movie's Quarterlife CrisisMutual Appreciation and The Puffy Chair reveal a genre stuck in a rut.

There was a time when the most endearing men on film smoked pot for breakfast, rarely saw fit to leave the couch, and espoused homegrown ideologies that linked The Smurfs with Krishna. They were slackers, masters of the art of time suckage, and theirs was a proud and noble calling.

Richard Linklater's 1991 debut, Slacker, defined more than just a genre: It promoted a way of life in the myriad conspiracy theorists, used-bookstore habitués, and wannabe musicians it chronicled over 24 hours in Austin, Texas. A deluge of slacker movies followed, both mainstream and independent, designed to appeal to jaded-yet-aimless members of Generation X: Reality Bites (slackers in Texas looking for their first jobs), Clerks (slackers working at a New Jersey convenience store), Kicking and Screaming (slackers who speak like characters in a Whit Stillman film), the Wayne's World franchise (slackers with a public access TV show), and Trainspotting (slackers on heroin)—to name just a few. What these films lacked in action and plot twists, they made up for by making the very act of doing nothing look like the best possible way to spend your time. Slacking seemed genuinely fun—so much free time to discuss Return of the Jedi or coded drug references in Scooby Doo!—and even kind of sexy (sex, in the slacker paradigm, has two major things going for it: It's free, and you don't have to leave the bed).

And after a decade of dissipation, slacker films appear to be enjoying a renaissance. No less of a slacker auteur than Kevin Smith chose 2006 to release Clerks 2. (Never mind that the ill-conceived sequel drained each character of his original charms.) And a pair of low-budget, limited-release indie films, both just out on DVD, show that slacking is very much still alive. Mutual Appreciation and The Puffy Chair are so faithful to their predecessors that neither deviates from the tried-and-true slacker formula of post-collegiate white kids wrestling with their McJobs and love lives, all set to an alt soundtrack of bands like Death Cab for Cutie and Spoon.

Mutual Appreciation.The influence of the slacker canon is visible right away in Mutual Appreciation, which director Andrew Bujalski shot on the same 16mm black-and-white film as Clerks. The story revolves around Alan, a recent transplant from Boston to Williamsburg, Brooklyn. He's unemployed (ostensibly living off credit cards), has a laconic way of speaking, and tends to wear sweaters with rips in the armpits. He and his set decorate their barren apartments with 12-inch record sleeves and spend their time talking about why they hate math rock and comparing each other to Bob Dylan—all while lounging on beds. (I had to stop counting at six such scenes. If they're not lying on beds, they're draped horizontally on couches, as if sitting upright is far too great a task.) The only thing Alan is serious about, naturally, is his music—which, in a concert scene set at the Brooklyn venue Northsix, proves to be the most generic indie rock imaginable.

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The Puffy Chair.Northsix also figures in The Puffy Chair, a film populated by slightly older and less carefree versions of the same urban hipsters. Writer-director brothers Jay and Mark Duplass give us Josh, a commitment-phobic musician turned booking agent. He has a supremely needy girlfriend, Emily, with whom he regularly engages in the most accurate and cringe-inducing baby talk ever captured on film. The couple embarks on a road trip to pick up a Lay-Z-Boy Josh has purchased on eBay for his father's birthday. Also along for the ride is Rhett, Josh's hippieish brother, who uses words like honor and respect with an alarming frequency. Together, they attempt to sneak into single motel rooms and navigate unexpected detours while endlessly processing their issues with each other, with life, and with the world at large—it's all fair game.

Both films' directors stay true to the slacker movie template by making their hapless protagonists somehow irresistible to women, even when they are shamelessly hitting on their best friend's girlfriend (Mutual Appreciation) or chatting up a stranger in a darkened movie theater (The Puffy Chair). Regardless of questionable hygiene or rampant self-obsession, slackers never lack in love interests.

But that's also a problem with the genre: Slackers are always childlike men, and the objects of their affection always women with their acts together, as if slacking is a uniquely male vocation. Women in these movies are never equals; they may be able to parse the finer points of Josie and the Pussycats, but the issues that really occupy them aren't pop culture ephemera, but marriage, money, and babies. If male slackers are stuck in a permanent state of adolescence, all deep thoughts and long talks and sleeping in, then women are agents of growing up and getting a grip, two things that could harsh any slacker's mellow.

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Marisa Meltzer is a freelance writer in New York City. She is co-author of How Sassy Changed My Life and is working on a book about girl power.
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Remarks from the Fray:

i thought this article was really interesting, although i disagree that women slackers aren't represented in the genre. there's 'walking and talking', 'lost in translation' and bujalski's last movie, 'funny ha ha' (whose main character is an unemployed 20-something woman -- considering that, it seems sort of unfair to align him with slacker-sexism), to name a few.

sure, if i were to think about slacker movies centered on men, i could come up with way more titles, but that's true of just about every film genre. in any category of character type or job description, there are at least five male roles to any single female role (with the exception of prostitutes, teachers and mothers/daughters). so the problem seems less about the under-representation of women in slacker movies and more about the under-representation of women in film in general. but that's hardly news.

i do understand the point, though, that women slackers are seen through a different lens than their male counterparts -- somehow the aimlessness/chemical-dependency/unemployment of a woman can seem sadder than those attributes in a man. perhaps it has to do with our biological clocks? the expectation that a woman has to become an adult as soon as possible, before it's too late to become a mother? or maybe it's that movies are still being made by men, who can understand these vices in themselves easier than they can in the 'other'?

--ramonaq

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Clerks 2 breaks the slacker mode and what does it get? A dismissive put-down.

I rather liked the film -- the characters hadn't lost their charm, they'd just gotten older, and more frustrated. And by the end they'd finally started figuring themselves out, and decided to do something with their lives. Not because some woman made them do it -- in fact, the manipulative, driving woman was pushed offstage, in favor of a woman more like the slacker guys (but sharing in their process of turning into grownups who could find that balance between work -- owning their own business, in fact -- and having fun).

--Auros-4

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While Richard Linklater's "Slackers" may have defined the ethos of the slacker film, the genre was really invented by Jim Jarmush's "Stranger Than Paradise". It was shot on 16mm B&W, and follows John Lurie, Richard Edson, and Eszter Balint as they wander around Brooklyn, Cleveland, and Florida, to no apparent purpose.

Any article about slacker films is incomplete without "Stranger Than Paradise".

--Woking

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