Starring artist turned director/actress Miranda July The Future is somewhat of an anti-romance, it is the life after the end credits, telling the story of a women who, unlike the thirty something women of He’s Just Not That Into You and Me, You and Everyone We Know (also starring July) has missed her chance at reaching out and grabbing life by the short and curlys, and instead looks back and wonders: “What’s the point?”
The Future follows Sophie (July) and her partner Jason (Hamish Linklater) whose lives and relationship, albeit in a rather irritating and clumsily ironic fashion, seem trapped in an eternal world of beige emotions, events and even architectural décor.
There is somewhat of poignancy about The Future, the couple’s indefinable average-ness; he works in tech support, she teaches rather unimaginative dance to children and together they simply exist, deriving satisfaction not from mutual affection, passion or even sheer companionship, but rather thanks to habit and an acceptance that there are people with worse personal peculiarities.
That is until they decide to adopt a sick cat. This isn’t just any sick cat however, this is a magical, life changing cat who narrates large chunks of the story, then dies. This sudden fantastical addition does not feel out of place however but seems more like a welcome break of weak sunshine from behind rather stubborn rain clouds.
The Future has it’s own brand of whimsy and idealism, slotting itself into the off beat indie niche with a certain about of ease; it is not the most imaginative or even particularly engaging of pieces, but it highlights a handful of interesting aspects of the modern condition, seeming to suggest that for many people and relationships are little more than objects of convince, serving a purpose and aiding the passage of time. The Future is sweet, dull, annoying and depressing all at once, a feat few movies manage to accomplish, I am still not sure that that is something Miranda July should be proud of however…