{"id":58054,"date":"2015-08-04T17:37:27","date_gmt":"2015-08-04T09:37:27","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/canadianinquirer.net\/v1\/?p=58054"},"modified":"2015-09-19T10:59:26","modified_gmt":"2015-09-19T02:59:26","slug":"streep-finds-her-inner-rocker-in-ricki-and-the-flash","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/canadianinquirer.net\/v1\/2015\/08\/04\/streep-finds-her-inner-rocker-in-ricki-and-the-flash\/","title":{"rendered":"Streep finds her inner rocker in &#8216;Ricki and The Flash&#8217;"},"content":{"rendered":"<figure id=\"attachment_58240\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-58240\" style=\"width: 604px\" class=\"wp-caption aligncenter\"><a href=\"https:\/\/canadianinquirer.net\/v1\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/08\/meryl-streep-ricki-flash.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"wp-image-58240 size-large\" src=\"https:\/\/canadianinquirer.net\/v1\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/08\/meryl-streep-ricki-flash-1024x683.jpg\" alt=\"Academy Award winning actress Meryl Street turns into a rock star in her new movie &quot;Ricki and The Flash&quot; (screenshot from movie trailer)\" width=\"604\" height=\"403\" srcset=\"https:\/\/canadianinquirer.net\/v1\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/08\/meryl-streep-ricki-flash-1024x683.jpg 1024w, https:\/\/canadianinquirer.net\/v1\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/08\/meryl-streep-ricki-flash-300x200.jpg 300w, https:\/\/canadianinquirer.net\/v1\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/08\/meryl-streep-ricki-flash.jpg 1500w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 604px) 100vw, 604px\" \/><\/a><figcaption id=\"caption-attachment-58240\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">Academy Award winning actress Meryl Street turns into a rock star in her new movie &#8220;Ricki and The Flash&#8221; (screenshot from movie trailer)<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n<p>Early on in &#8220;Ricki and the Flash,&#8221; Ricki (Meryl Streep) gets a call that disarms her before she&#8217;s even decided to pick it up. With smoky eyes, braided rocker hair and a swagger that suggests skin that&#8217;s as thick as her leather pants, this doesn&#8217;t seem like a woman who would back down from a challenge.<\/p>\n<p>She hesitates more than once to pick it up &#8211; you get the sense that she&#8217;s either become accustomed to being scolded by the voice on the other end of the line, or has just given up on dealing with that other life completely. It&#8217;s a small but telling moment in a lovely film laced with intensely human details that allow the audience the opportunity to actually know its characters in ways that so many films come up short.<\/p>\n<p>The voice on the line is her ex-husband Pete (Kevin Kline) and father of her three grown children. He&#8217;s asking her to come back to Indiana. Their daughter&#8217;s husband has left her, she&#8217;s a wreck, and Ricki needs to help.<\/p>\n<p>Only a few minutes into the movie, we&#8217;re well on our way to understanding Ricki. We&#8217;ve just seen her hold the attention of a small but enthusiastic audience at a Tarzana neighborhood bar as the lead singer of a rock cover band and then suffer through but tolerate her day job as a clerk at a Los Angeles Whole Foods stand-in with a smirk and an attitude.<\/p>\n<p>Although there are surprises to come, it&#8217;s one of the more precise and effective introductions to a character in recent memory. There&#8217;s no exposition. No voiceover. It&#8217;s all story advancing character specifics that are amplified by Streep&#8217;s layered performance as this broke 60-something woman with the spirit and soul of a rebellious, stargazing teenager.<\/p>\n<p>When her cab pulls up to Pete&#8217;s palatial suburban mansion she gets out, bags and guitar in hand, and asks him for the fare. He&#8217;s not surprised.<\/p>\n<p>Such a concoction could only come from (or at least make it to the screen via) the mind of &#8220;Juno&#8221; and &#8220;Young Adult&#8221; screenwriter Diablo Cody, cinema&#8217;s songstress of defiant women.<\/p>\n<p>Ricki&#8217;s arrival is a tumultuous one as she attempts to reintegrate herself, ever so briefly, in the lives of the family she left and attempt to restore the broken Julie (Mamie Gummer, Streep&#8217;s real life daughter). Everyone has moved on and no one is afraid to tell her that.<\/p>\n<p>It sounds like the stuff of melodrama, but in the hands of director Jonathan Demme, the story chugs along naturally and subtly with the characters &#8211; from an awkward showdown at a fancy restaurant to a nostalgia and marijuana-fueled night of bonding over stories and home videos.<\/p>\n<p>In fact, all of the relationships are given an unexpected texture and depth, from the ex-husband&#8217;s new wife and surrogate mother to the children Maureen (Audra McDonald) to Ricki&#8217;s more-than-a-friend bandmate Greg (Rick Springfield).<\/p>\n<p>But it&#8217;s Gummer, Streep and Kline who you wish the camera spent more time with, especially together. Also, beyond the mesmerizing physical resemblance between the real-life mother and daughter pairing, Gummer and Streep both disappear into their respective roles. It helps, probably, that they don&#8217;t pair up on screen in this capacity often.<\/p>\n<p>The only real contrivance is a late in the film wedding and a third act montage of growth that feels rushed where nothing else did.<\/p>\n<p>Ultimately, spending time with these people is pleasant, lived-in, honest and even thought-provoking. And when the dialogue stops, there&#8217;s a fun, golden not-too-oldies live music soundtrack to hum along with too.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Ricki and the Flash,&#8221; a Sony Pictures release, is rated PG-13 by the Motion Picture Association of America for &#8220;thematic material, brief drug content, sexuality and language.&#8221; Running time: 102 minutes. 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