Mark Duplass, Lynn Shelton, and Joshua Leonard get humpy. Credit: Aubrey Edwards

Lynn Shelton’s Humpday is no stranger to The Stranger,
and vice versa. Last September, Shelton became the sixth recipient of
The Stranger‘s annual Genius Award for Film, an honor that
earned the Seattle-bred filmmaker a big cake, a big party, and a $5,000
cash prize. At the time of the 2008 Genius Awards, Shelton was wrapping
up filming on her third feature, Humpday, which takes its name
and central plot device from HUMP!, The Stranger‘s annual
amateur-porn competition, wherein adult films made by locals are
screened for packed houses who rank their favorites. After the final
screening, the master tapes are destroyed before the audience’s eyes.
(As HUMP! host Dan Savage puts it, “Be a porn star for a weekend, not
for the rest of your life on the internet.”)

But these factsโ€”more points of interest than conflicts of
interestโ€”are the least interesting thing about Humpday, a
tiny, local independent film that’s met with international success,
from a splashy premiere at Sundance (where the film earned raves and
sparked a bidding war among distributors) to inclusion in the
Directors’ Fortnight at Cannes, where the audience feted
Humpday‘s leading men with a several-minute standing ovation.
Last month, Humpday was the Centerpiece Gala at the 2009 Seattle
International Film Festival, with Shelton named first runner-up for
SIFF’s Best Director honors. This weekend, Humpday begins its
proper theatrical run, and if you’re an appreciator of tiny indie
flicks that pack a surprising punch (aesthetic referents: John
Cassavetes, Chuck & Buck, Nicole Holofcener, “mumblecore”),
you must see Humpday.

As you know, Shelton’s film announces itself with a ridiculous
premise: A pair of thirtysomething, heterosexual male friends decide to
have sex on film and submit the results to an amateur- porn
competition. From this iffy point of departure, Shelton spins a small
cinematic miracle: a deep, hilarious, completely contemporary
relationship comedy that explores with almost scientific precision how
such a ridiculous premise would play out in real life. Crucial to
Humpday‘s success is its style, with writer/director Shelton
continuing her quest for what she calls “total naturalism.” This quest
commenced with Shelton’s second feature, last year’s well-regarded
My Effortless Brilliance, in which Shelton found her desired
naturalismโ€”there’s not a moment in the film that feels
forcedโ€”though audiences were reminded that sometimes pure
naturalism leaves something to be desired. (Many of Brilliance‘s
unforced stretches could’ve used some directorial forcing.)

With Humpday, Shelton’s aim for the tiny moments that hold
explosions has improved exponentially, as My Effortless
Brilliance
‘s pockets of inspiration are stretched into
Humpday‘s feature-length triumph. The result is a plot-driven
film composed of what feel like found momentsโ€”a rich trick that’s
becoming Shelton’s stylistic calling card. But how does one reliably
create moments that feel found?

“Casting is so important,” Shelton told me last month in the SIFF
suite at the W Hotel. While Shelton conceives the basic story, she
says, “the ideas of characters are fleshed out by actors, and the
performers come up with their own words.” Preshoot preparation involves
“talk, texturizing of characters’ backstories, but no rehearsal, just
discussion.” When it’s time to shoot, the actors are set free to do
what they do, with director Shelton overseeing the action and letting
scenes wander where they may, knowing they can be pruned down to
essentials in the editing room.

With actors functioning as de facto screenwriters, casting is
crucial, and Shelton wisely placed a well-seasoned mumblecore veteran
at the center of the Humpday experiment: Mark Duplass, cocreator
and star of 2005’s The Puffy Chair and a naturalist actor of
extraordinary warmth and skill, whose work Shelton came to love while
shooting still photographs of True Adolescents, Craig Johnson’s
Duplass-led film that also played SIFF 2009. “Watching him act, I was
really impressed,” says Shelton, who soon after pitched Duplass the
idea of a film about two straight guys who decide to have sex.
“Originally, I envisioned Mark as the wild one, but he fought to play
the domesticated Ben,” Shelton tells me. “He’d gotten married and was
having a kid, and he was totally feeling that character’s story. I told
him this required him to help me find someone who could fill the other
role and match him on-screen, and he immediately brought up Joshua
Leonard, who of course had experience working in this nonacting acting
style from The Blair Witch Project.”

Humpday‘s leads carry the majority of the movie, but the
heart of the film is Anna, the domesticated Ben’s not-so-domesticated
wife, played to quiet perfection by Alycia Delmore, a Seattle actress
Shelton’s been hungering to work with since casting her in a small role
in her 2006 directorial debut, We Go Way Back. Another crucial
female role in Shelton’s bromance is played by Shelton herself, who
more than holds her own on-screen and wonders if she’ll try it again.
“I don’t know how people do it,” says Shelton of directors who star in
their own films. “I love to act, but acting and directing at the same
time is insane. It’s hard for me to turn off my director’s brain.”

It’s unlikely Shelton will be able to turn off her director’s brain
anytime soon, as the success of Humpday is opening a variety of
doors for the 43-year-old filmmaker. Will Shelton soon be helming
summer blockbusters? “It would be foolish to not take advantage of
opportunities, bigger budgets, all that,” says Shelton, who admits
she’s fielding a variety of offers. “But my next project is my little
movie with Sherman and Sean”โ€”that’s Sherman Alexie and Sean
Nelson, two Seattle notables with notable ties to The Stranger,
whom Shelton will film engaging in a My Dinner with
Andre
โ€“esque discussion. It’s another iffy premiseโ€”but
after Humpday, Shelton’s iffy premises can be seen as the first
step toward brilliance. recommended

Do it yourself! HUMP! 5 is coming. Info
at
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David Schmader—former weed columnist and Stranger associate editor—is the author of the solo plays Straight and Letter to Axl, which he’s performed in Seattle and across the US. His latest...

9 replies on “Fuck Buddies”

  1. eh….I def enjoy watching her movies but I doubt that this entry will be more than a blip aside from the local attention it has received from the SIFF and this paper. It seems that self-promotion is at its height as this town and its artists age, and unfortunately some of the best works being produced here are being overlooked in the zeal of pumping up the standing of the Stranger and its emeritus staff.

    And let’s put a nail in this one: the so-called Mumblecore films were not really a movement–more of a 90’s Linklater-esque lazy offshoot–that will soon be forgotten. A lot of that Duplass stuff may seem ingenious to the hip gen Y crowd but lasting power they do not possess. Sorry.

  2. eh….I def enjoy watching her movies but I doubt that this entry will be more than a blip aside from the local attention it has received from the SIFF and this paper. It seems that self-promotion is at its height as this town and its artists age, and unfortunately some of the best works being produced here are being overlooked in the zeal of pumping up the standing of the Stranger and its emeritus staff.

    And let’s put a nail in this one: the so-called Mumblecore films were not really a movement–more of a 90’s Linklater-esque lazy offshoot–that will soon be forgotten. A lot of that Duplass stuff may seem ingenious to the hip gen Y crowd but lasting power they do not possess. Sorry.

  3. The Puffy Chair was an absolute waste of film, I’m not sure that I buy into this notion of actors just “creating” their own dialogue in EVERY scene on their own. Sure it may feel real, but real dialogue is often trite and uninteresting.

    On the flipside, at least we are not forced to listen to unseasoned actors try and force over wrought dialogue on the audience (aka- kevin smith).

    This films seems destined for the middle portion of the netflix cue. Not a must see, but a will see…

  4. Well, crap. Go to npr dot org and look for the movie review “When Andrew Met Ben: A ‘Humpday’ To Remember” under the entertainment/arts heading low down on the right side.

  5. I thoroughly enjoyed “Humpday”- and would have regardless of whether or not it had local connections. But I have to admit that not using actors in the lead roles in her next project makes it sound like Shelton is heading towards “The Player” territory- “If we just cut out using all these actors, think how much money we’ll save”. Maybe we don’t need directors either- someone just start the camera rolling and maybe eventually someone will walk in front of it.

  6. Humpday was 10 minutes of boring, unfunny footage x9. It’s something I’d expect one of my moron Will Ferrel-fan friends to show me. Not something I’d expect from Lynn. I was pretty pissed. I’m also not surprised that you’re licking its anus.

    Iffy premise? What are you fucking talking about? Why is everyone behaving like this was the most original idea in the fucking world?

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