Go for Sisters

John Sayles is one of the signature American independent filmmakers of the last 30 years, creating movies with a precise sense of character and place that illustrate how people are shaped by their geography and circumstance. Unafraid to mix politics into his plots, Sayles has largely worked outside the studio system—he’ll rewrite the occasional Hollywood project to finance his own films—and in that time, he’s consistently produced dramas with a distinctive thoughtfulness.
That’s why it’s unfortunate that his latest is one of his weaker efforts. Though not without ideas or affecting moments, Go for Sisters ultimately doesn’t accomplish any of its different objectives well enough to hang together properly. As he often does, Sayles wants to chronicle life at the margins, but this time around he doesn’t have a strong enough story to make these beaten-down characters fly.
The film stars LisaGay Hamilton as Bernice, a Southern California parole officer whose romantic relationship with a public defender is going nowhere and whose son, Rodney, doesn’t seem to want anything to do with her. Her latest client is Fontayne (Yolonda Ross), and it takes a moment for the two women to recognize one another. They were friends in high school until they had a falling out over a guy, and it’s now been 20 years since they’ve spoken. Neither woman seems particularly pleased about this unexpected reunion, but Bernice decides to show Fontayne mercy for old times’ sake, declining to write her up even though she violated her parole by associating with a friend with outstanding warrants.
That act of kindness would seem to be the end of it for Bernice and Fontayne. (Parole officers can’t have preexisting associations with their clients.) But when a local man is killed—and Bernice’s prodigal son is wanted for questioning—Bernice realizes that Fontayne’s connections might be valuable in tracking down Rodney. Promising to keep their past friendship a secret so she can remain Fontayne’s parole officer, Bernice tries to find her missing son, recruiting a former detective (Freddy Suárez, played with craggy relish by Edward James Olmos) when it becomes clear that Rodney’s whereabouts may lead them to Mexico.
With allusions to Chinatown, Go for Sisters (as is Sayles’s wont) utilizes an accessible genre as a framework for his intimate story about people trying to get by. Go for Sisters might sound like a noir-ish detective thriller, but that’s easily the film’s least interesting element. (As opposed to his magnificent Lone Star, the whodunit here doesn’t have much ingenuity or verve. It’s merely an excuse to push the narrative forward.)