Review: ‘Sharp Stick’

Lena Dunham's Return Film Is Orchestrated To Be Provocative, But Nothing More

Count me as one of those who hate-watched Girls. I have a fascination with Lena Dunham and the shallower-than-bathwater cast of white characters she creates. People still praise her for 2010’s Tiny Furniture, the indie darling that was her major breakout, for all of its cutting humor, honesty, and so-called insight. I guess so. To me it was just Dunham talking about herself and Girls was multiple seasons across multiple episodes of the same, only with a lot more sex and Adam Driver. Sex is a favorite topic of Dunham’s, but she doesn’t seem to have anything special to say about it. She just likes it as a topic. And that about encapsulates her later feature, Sharp Stick.

Feeling less like creative inspiration and more like Dunham feeling obligated to do something during the pandemic, Sharp Stick is a ridiculous trifle filled with interchangeable characters with interchangeable dialogue. And yet it’s also very calculated to underwhelm, because expectations are astronomical. It’s clear this is a very low down and gritty production, not quite Mumblecore levels but not far from it. Multiple characters are crammed into tiny spaces, and when one ventures out they are sure to wear their mask, COVID-19 protocols in full effect.

Set in Hollywood, the story follows 26-year-old Sarah Jo (Kristine Froseth, bubbly and committed), who with her cherubic face and bright-eyed gaze is very much a child at heart. She is, also, very sexually inexperienced, having been set back at an early age by a radical hysterectomy. Still a virgin, Sarah Jo yearns to gain the experience that her cynical multi-time divorcee mother (Jennifer Jason Leigh) and overstimulated adopted Black sister Treina (Taylour Paige, in a pitiful role), a Tik Tok-er hunting for a sugar daddy, both share. Between her mother’s awful relationship oversharing to Treina’s booty-shaking videos, Sarah Jo is a well of bad decisions waiting to happen.

And make bad decisions she certainly does. Sarah Jo works as a caregiver to Zach, the special needs son to Heather, an overworked mom already prego with another baby, and her slacker husband Josh, played by Jon Bernthal. Josh is super earnest and eager, but also a complete con man; think Simon Rex’s shady porn star in Red Rocket but if he wore a tracksuit and pushed dietary supplements. The guy is a loser, but Sarah Jo wants him. And while Josh, a hounddog with multiple indiscretions on his record, tries to fight her off for a moment, when Sarah Jo reveals that she’s a virgin he’s like a dog in heat. And the first time, as terrible as first times can sometimes be, unleashes something in Sarah Jo. She can’t get enough, and soon she’s mocking up lists of every sexual act she wants to perform: handjobs, pegging, creampies, gangbangs, she even has the Eiffel Tower so good on her.

So much of Sharp Stick is Dunham just wasting time until Sarah Jo can start bangin’ with reckless abandon. The conversations are banal and the actors don’t seem to care about saying them, either. Reportedly, Taylour Paige was hesitant to star in the film, feeling that her role was written for a white actress. Dunham convinced her it wasn’t, but you’d never know it. Everyone sounds the same; self-involved and unaware. There just isn’t much of a point to any of it. The adulterous affair, which eventually blows up in Sarah Jo and Josh’s faces, is all just prelude but it eats up much of the film. Once Sarah Jo begins to explore her sexual whims, lusting after a well-known pornstar played by Scott Speedman (!!!) it quickly becomes clear that Dunham doesn’t actually have anything to say about any of it. Dunham wants to portray Sarah Jo’s sexual freedom as some sort of statement about all women’s sexual independence but the message is both heavy-handed and uncertain. There’s no actual story being told here. Sharp Stick exists to be provocative, to keep Dunham’s name out there to those who still follow her every word, but it offers literally nothing else of value.

Sharp Stick is in limited release now, expanding to more theaters on August 5th and a digital release on August 16th.

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Travis Hopson has been reviewing movies before he even knew there was such a thing. Having grown up on a combination of bad '80s movies, pro wrestling, comic books, and hip-hop, Travis is uniquely positioned to geek out on just about everything under the sun. A vampire who walks during the day and refuses to sleep, Travis is the co-creator and lead writer for Punch Drunk Critics. He is also a contributor to Good Morning Washington, WBAL Morning News, and WETA Around Town. In the five minutes a day he's not working, Travis is also a voice actor, podcaster, and Twitch gamer. Travis is a voting member of the Critics Choice Association (CCA), Washington DC Area Film Critics Association (WAFCA), and Late Night programmer for the Lakefront Film Festival.
review-sharp-stickCount me as one of those who hate-watched Girls. I have a fascination with Lena Dunham and the shallower-than-bathwater cast of white characters she creates. People still praise her for 2010’s Tiny Furniture, the indie darling that was her major breakout, for all of its...