Fantasy Life is a welcome throwback to low-impact comedy like Annie Hall, Goodbye Columbus, and Blume in Love. Writer/director Matthew Shear’s work fits perfectly into the mold of Jewish-centric comedy. You half expect him to unzip from the forehead and the pre-pariah Woody Allen to step out. It’s not a bad model to follow, yielding laughs and knowing insights about the caprices of human nature.
When we meet 30-year-old Sam (played by the multi-tasking Mr. Shear), he is being let go from his job. Dazed and confused, he recounts this to Dr. Fred, his shrink, who tells him his son and his wife need a “babysitter” and suggests Sam apply.
David the son is a charismatic musician, a rock bassist. Diane the wife is a once-popular actress who has fallen out of demand and hopes to be “re-introduced” to the filmgoing public. Sam accepts the job watching their three daughters while David goes off on tour, and Diane, depressed about “aging out” (one scene has an autograph seeker mistaking her for another actress, Lake Bell), wanders through the house like a sleepwalker. She starts chatting with Sam, and soon they’re watching old movies together. Sam is smitten. A bond forms. Things come to a head when David returns and the extended family summers on Martha’s Vineyard, where tragedy almost strikes when Sam, who is prone to panic attacks, puts the children at risk.
It’s a simple enough premise and handled with wit and aplomb by Mr. Shear. Fantasy Life assumes an old-school structure, a few steps removed from sitcoms and passed through a Mumblecore filter. Besides Amanda Peet (Diane) and Alessandro Nivola (David), both believable and appealing actors, Mr. Shear must’ve practically peed himself to get the rest of the cast: O.G.s like Judd Hirsh (Taxi, The Fablemans) as the shrink Dr. Fred, Andrea Martin (Only Murders in the Building, et al) as Dr. Fred’s receptionist, and isn’t that Bob Balaban (Asteroid City, et al) and Jessica Harper (Phantom of the Paradise) playing the grandparents? Season this with turns by Zosia Mamet (HBO’s Girls), Holland Taylor (Bombshell) and the vivacious child actors Romy Fay, Callie Santoro, and Riley Vinson as the kids, and you have a satisfying feast indeed.
Amanda Peet has many films and TV shows to her credit, including The Whole Nine Yards, Dirty John, and Your Friends and Neighbors (I have a special place in my heart for her in Aaron Sorkin’s single-season Studio 60 on the Sunset Strip). Ms. Peet can be comic, elegant, and sexy at the same time. Her performance here as the conflicted Diane is subtle and a little heartbreaking. “I’m a wealthy white woman and I always feel like a victim,” she opines. She’s the prom queen in purgatory. Ms. Peet renders with delicate sorrow Diane’s quest to maintain her roles as mother and wife while remaining marketable. Ms. Peet is also listed as a producer of Fantasy Life.
Matthew Shear is a hyphenate to watch. This is his first feature film. As a writer, his script is witty and unpredictable; as an actor, he projects into Sam a vulnerability and self-awareness. His directing style is loose and not showy. In all roles, he’s willing to step back and give his able cast room to shine.
If I have any complaint about Fantasy Life, it’s a reliance on the lilting score by Christopher Bear. The music’s fine, don’t get me wrong. But too often, Mr. Shear undercuts the power of his scenes with its whimsy. Its placement softens some strong emotion. This instinct will hopefully relax as Mr. Shear gains confidence. I’m looking forward to his next effort.
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Fantasy Life. Directed by Matthew Shear. 2025. From Greenwich Entertainment. Runtime 91 minutes.