In 1972, “Last Tango in Paris” told the story of two strangers who hung out in a Parisian apartment for several days, doing nothing but talk and have sex, and it was one of the most electrifying and revelatory movies ever made.
Flash forward: “Duck Butter,” a low-budget improv vérité psychodrama, tells the story of two strangers who hang out in an apartment (and then a house) in L.A.
over the course of 24 hours, doing nothing but talk and have sex, and it feels like we’re seeing the director’s cut of an Ikea commercial.This may say something about the difference between two cinematic eras; filmmakers, even when they want to be loose and truthful, are no longer swinging quite so hard for the fences.
But it also says something about how yesterday’s revolution became today’s banal middle-class normalcy.In “Duck Butter,” Naima (Alia Shawkat), an aspiring indie-film actress,
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