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| Trust 
         
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| Hal
        Hartley is an American independent filmmaker who, like Jim Jarmusch, has found
        a way of making little films for a particular niche in the mainstream market.
        Defiantly low-budget, his films make a virtue of their limitations. Trust is another of his glimpses into
        the lives of desperate, ordinary people trying to survive in the wasteland of
 Middle America.
         
         Trust has much in common with Hartley's
        previous bargain-basement hit, The
          Unbelievable Truth (1989). Adrienne Shelly again
        plays a moody, discontented teenager, Maria, trapped by the ritualistic
        narrow-mindedness of her suburban family. As in the earlier film, the knight
        who lands in her life, Matthew (here incarnated by Martin Donovan), is a shady,
        taciturn character – part violent criminal, part existentialist philosopher.
           
         Their
        slowly burgeoning relationship – a tentative, asexual liaison for our
        AIDS-obsessed era – is familiar Hartley territory. New in Trust is the emphasis on family life, with all its binds, tensions
        and occasional solaces. Typical in the film's portrait gallery is Maria's
        mother (Merritt Nelson), a hard-bitten, heavy-drinking widow who
        matter-of-factly tries to divert Matthew's attentions onto her other daughter
        with the advice: "she's a better lay".
   
         With
        the family comes family drama – meaning melodrama, or outright soap opera. Some
        of the funniest and sharpest moments of the film are those that quietly go
        right over the top. Maria's father, berating her in the kitchen, suddenly falls
        down dead. Matthew's father greets the sight of a cigarette idly left atop an
        otherwise spotless sink with a rage worthy of Greek tragedy.
             
         Hartley's
        filmic style is effortlessly funky. Angled sharply against bare white walls,
        characters rap with each other in staccato, question-and-answer couplets.
        Scenes begin and end abruptly. The background New Wave music sometimes wells up, drowning out everything else. Matthew announces that
  "TV is the opium of the masses", then walks past a dozen wild-eyed
        suburbanites lined up at a TV repair shop, pathetically cradling their busted
        sets.
   
         What
        is most captivating about Trust is
        its fine grasp on the strange moral ethos of our times. Hartley's heroes are
        nobody's fools; cynical and world-weary, they do
        whatever they must to get by in a harsh, inhospitable world. Yet, amid the
        necessary compromise and inevitable disappointment, a tiny flame still flickers
        in the hearts of a few, special individuals.
   
         For
        all its trendy, flip sarcasm, the film is ultimately a romance. Love offers Matthew
        and Maria a brief, fragile glimmer of hope in this bleak landscape of part-time
        work and familial discontent. Theirs is an impossible, doomed relationship, but
        by the end Hartley has his audience praying that Love will Conquer All.
         
         Trust is a rare sort of film: a
        tough-minded soapie, a kitchen-sink
         MORE Hartley: Amateur, Flirt, Henry Fool, Simple Men © Adrian Martin November 1991 | 
