Baumbach’s Marriage Story Mines Both Truth and Excess

Noah Baumbach’s Marriage Story begins with Charlie (Adam Driver) and Nicole (Scarlett Johansson), a soon-to-be-unwedded couple, rattling off the characteristics they like best about one another in plainly beautiful language. It ends with them individually performing musical numbers from Stephen Sondheim’s Company to reflect the course of their journey through separation. There’s no brighter spotlight to shine on the gap between Baumbach’s skills and shortcomings as a storyteller than these bookending scenes, if only because there’s no clearer example of the precious excess that defines his work.
“Write what you know,” goes the dusty bromide. In Marriage Story, as in 2005’s The Squid and the Whale, Baumbach does precisely that, drawing on his experiences as both a child of divorce and as a divorcé himself: His parents, Jonathan Baumbach and Georgia Brown, split during his adolescence, while Noah went through a separation with Jennifer Jason Leigh in 2010. (Leigh’s the one who filed papers, but the effect remains the same.) Marriage Story dips into these inspirational wells and strikes often with meteoric emotional impact. How much the film factually reflects what Baumbach went through with Leigh isn’t measured, but as a narrative about two artsy types arguing over who’s the worse spouse as their son sits uncomfortably in the middle, Marriage Story reads honestly nonetheless.
That’s part of the film’s problem, too. Marriage Story may well be unimpeachably true to what Baumbach knows. Short of enjoying a direct line to his amygdala, nobody has the authority to argue otherwise. But what Baumbach knows is cloaked in privilege and colored by a life spent in a snowglobe. I suspect for many outside that bubble, the film may prove too self-consciously fastidious: Baumbach has drawn his slow-burning chronicle of husband and wife falling out of each other’s graces in brushstrokes too meticulous to generate essential ancillary sensations like anxiety. Sadness, grief, melancholy … these are well-represented, but the movie desperately needs dismay and even fear to cement them in place.
While Baumbach’s gifts as a filmmaker are obvious—even details as simple as blocking tell of an artist who knows what he wants, and how, and where, and why—it’s his casting that serves as Marriage Story’s mortar. Driver and Johansson are both the subject of awards buzz for their work here, and for good reason: Driver, apparently on a mission to be in as many films as possible in 2019, towers literally and figuratively, while Johansson casually demonstrates that she’s a phenomenal actress when liberated from blockbusting demands. Baumbach generously accords them both juicy monologues, blow-ups, and breakdowns, the kind of material most actors wish they got but rarely do, because very few films are built out of the same deeply personal agony as Marriage Story.