A maddeningly oblivious, tyrannical and emotionally stunted young woman tries her best to negotiate two toxic friendships.
Mary Bronstein's Yeast is an intriguing step in the already extensive timeline of the now decade-old cinematic movement of mumblecore. The film explores the idea of female friendships and how they can deteriorate over time for reasons that are inherent and sometimes inevitable. Ever know someone you knew for a long time and they knew how to be your closest friend as well as having almost immediate access to under your skin and an instant pipeline to what makes you tick?
In just seventy-seven minutes, Bronstein explores the behavior of females in tight situations and says a mouthful. She plays Rachel a good-natured but needy, vindictive woman living in a low-rent apartment with her roommate Alice (Amy Judd). She is…
This film was actually quite inspiring in an unintentional way. My friend Boyd was so dissatisfied by it’s complete lack of visual look, likable characters, successful acting, and enjoyment, that he flat out told me that he’s making a movie this year to enter into the festival, because as he put it, if this shit can get in, I can get in.
For clarification purposes, the film is about 3 miserable women who are friends, but shouldn’t be, because they are all relentlessly bitchy towards each other in long repetitive, mostly improvised sequences. That’s the whole movie from beginning to end, and while it may be realistic, as a viewing experience, it’s pure hell.