Review by Milan Paurich
Filled with privileged, unpleasant characters acting out, Jill Soloway’s AFTERNOON DELIGHT plays like a bad Nicole Holofcener movie. If the wonderful social satirist and nonpareil humanist Holofcener ever made a bad film, that is.
One of the more inexplicably praised American indies of the year, DELIGHT won Soloway a directing prize at the Sundance Film Festival. But that doesn’t make her movie special, just the lucky beneficiary of--I’m guessing--residual guilt over the depressing dearth of female writer-directors working in today’s film industry. Or perhaps TV veteran Soloway (whose impressive producing credits include “Six Feet Under” and “The United States of Tara”) just had a lot of friends on the Sundance jury.
