The Lovers

Indie films have done dramedies about infidelity and crumbling marriages to death, resurrected them, and then redone them to death again in several cycles. The Lovers orients itself around a twist in the formula: Instead of being about two spouses who cheat on one another with other people, it’s about two spouses who are faithful to each other on their affairs. The tropes around deception and elusiveness are turned from instruments of undermining relationships to the way the main characters find their way back to one another.
As The Lovers starts, the middle-aged Michael (Tracy Letts) and Mary (Debra Winger) both have established committed relationships outside of their marriage. They take the idea of “going through the motions” with depressing literalness, pantomiming their daily routines of loveless life and boring work with mechanical indifference and as few words to each other as possible. Each is planning to leave the other for their emotionally immature lover—Michael’s with the unnervingly possessive dancer Lucy (Melora Walters), and Mary the infuriatingly passive-aggressive writer Robert (Aiden Gillen). They both plan to do so after their son’s impending visit, but their plans are hiccupped when an accidental kiss reignites their passion for one another. Suddenly, they’re taking extended breaks from work to have sex with each other instead of their lovers. (Side note: Ever notice there’s no male-equivalent term for “mistress”?)