Fri. Nov 15th, 2024

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The characters aren’t given names, not even in the end credits (although said credits do give you Martin and Braun’s Twitter handles); given how many times Terrence Martin’s character yells for “DOMI,” one infers that the character played by Braun is named, well, Dominique. Their discontent is laid out in flashbacks. Martin’s bro-ish husband is hounded to no end by his woman-hating dad, played by Ed Harris, and lectured by his high-in-an-office good-earner brother, Riley Smith. In the meantime, wife Dominique thinks about her sister, who seems to be named Martina (Martina Gusman), back in Buenos Aires. “Mar” believes that “Domi” is living some kind of storybook romance. Would that it were so simple.

The boat trip is meant to bring back that loving feeling (which Harris’ character is seen aggressively undermining behind Terrence’s back) and it’s not quite working. Before setting out on the trip, Harris tells Martin “On this boat there’s one captain … she’s got to know her place.” Apparently their destination is Easter Island—Terrence says the surfing there is excellent; it is apparently a sign of his burgeoning maturity that he doesn’t call it “rad”—but Domi wants to stop at some islands on the way. “Those are called the islands of despair,” Terrence protests. “Those are the islands you go past!” Islands of despair. Huh.

Nevertheless, Domi, feeling broken, takes a dinghy to one of those islands, where she immediately thrives. Sets up a tent, makes a fire, catches some food, and she’s good. Terrence panics, gets drunk and then goes in pursuit. When he confronts her, she screeches at him: she wants him to take the boat and go. Which, regardless of the state of their relationship, sounds ever so slightly, well, lunatic.

As various slightly surreal interludes have already hinted (a scene in which Dominique dives off the boat in a red bikini, and then again naked, and then again in a long red dress, for instance), this movie is not entirely invested in realism. By the time Dominique, an enthusiastic dope smoker, runs out of skunk and plants a few seeds and voila, has an instant thriving pot plant, we may realize we are well and truly in the Land of Allegory. And so the island of despair turns instead to an island of, yes, hope. OR DOES IT?

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By Dave Jenks

Dave Jenks is an American novelist and Veteran of the United States Marine Corps. Between those careers, he’s worked as a deckhand, commercial fisherman, divemaster, taxi driver, construction manager, and over the road truck driver, among many other things. He now lives on a sea island, in the South Carolina Lowcountry, with his wife and youngest daughter. They also have three grown children, five grand children, three dogs and a whole flock of parakeets. Stinnett grew up in Melbourne, Florida and has also lived in the Florida Keys, the Bahamas, and Cozumel, Mexico. His next dream is to one day visit and dive Cuba.