Chattanooga Times Free Press - ChattanoogaNow

‘Miss Americana’: Taylor Swift, scathingly alone


“Miss Americana” is 85 minutes of translucen­ce with Taylor Swift. There’s more in it — and more it — than you usually get with these pop superstar portraits. I, at least, don’t recall loneliness being such a predominan­t condition for Swift’s peers as it is, here, for her.

Not long after the movie doles out a deluxe rise-to-thetop montage, we hear Swift ask no one in particular, “Shouldn’t I have someone to call right now?” This from a woman who’s famous — notorious, actually — for her squad of besties. Otherwise, it’s lonely up there. Even the man she says she’s seeing is a figment in this movie, cropped from images, a hand-holding blur, a ghost.

On Grammy nomination day in winter 2018, a camera watches from a low angle as Swift sits in sweats alone on a sofa and hears from her publicist that her perturbed sixth album, “Reputation,” has been omitted from three of the big categories. She’s stoic. She’s almost palpably hurt. But Swift’s songwritin­g treats hurt as an elastic instrument, and she resolves in that moment of snubbing, “I just need to make a better record.” And the movie watches as she writes and records “Lover,” another album eventually rejected by the string-pullers at the Grammys.

Along the way, Swift does a lot of ruminating and recounting, a lot of arguing and apologizin­g on her own behalf. She’s rueful about sitting out the 2016 presidenti­al election and failing to mobilize her millions of fans and followers against Donald Trump’s candidacy. So “Miss Americana” is also about an apolitical star waking up to herself as a woman and a citizen.

She wants to spend her “good girl” credit to decry the scorched-earth-conservati­ve Senate campaign that Marsha Blackburn was running in Tennessee, Swift’s adopted home. Her management team deems this unwise. It’s part of a strong stretch of the movie that argues that Swift’s own experience with a handsy (and consequent­ly litigious) radio personalit­y helped push her off the fence — a passage that culminates with the most stressful sending of an Instagram post you’re likely to see from a star.

Swift’s success rate as an activist is nominal; Blackburn is currently enduring impeachmen­t arguments with 99 other senators. But what’s bracing about this film, which Lana Wilson directed, is the way it weds Swift’s loneliness and her arrival at empowermen­t. That’s at least how I’m receiving her support last summer of pro-gay legislatio­n that culminated in the video for her hit “You Need to Calm

Down.” It teemed with famous queer people, and watching its partial making in this movie made me understand that she was campaignin­g not just for gay rights, but possibly for new friends.

Swift is revealed as being surrounded by men of different generation­s. Some co-create her music. Some oversee her career. Only with producer Jack Antonoff do we catch a spark of collaborat­ive lightning. The few meaningful connection­s with women involve her mother and a visiting childhood friend (Abigail, the wronged protagonis­t of the Swift classic “Fifteen”) — and Wilson.

Her movie proceeds in a kind of vérité approach. It opens with an adult Swift awash in the declaratio­ns of her girlhood diaries and rarely departs from seeing the world as Swift does, and I left it with a new sympathy for a woman who polarizes people. The urge that notoriousl­y overcame Kanye West in 2009 to hijack her acceptance speech at the Video Music Awards stands in for a national vexation. And all she did that night was win. It’s the winning, of course, that vexes. But the movie conjures up that moment and her response to the press immediatel­y after, and you feel like you’re watching a foundation­al trauma. Swift was 19.

At the other extreme is a different trauma, normal only for the famous: Folks who camp outside of Swift’s Manhattan apartment building and shriek as she exits; who, upon seeing her backstage, tearfully come apart; who so adore her that they need her as an unwitting accessory to their surprise marriage proposal. We’re supposed to call these people fans. But the ones who turn up here tend toward the most disturbing adulation. She tells singer Brendon Urie that a man broke into her apartment and slept in her bed.

Yet, the most absorbing parts of “Miss Americana” involve Swift’s reckoning with the disillusio­nment of dislike — not simply other people’s but her own. When she’s watching footage of herself on a video set and says “I have a really slappable face,” it’s a throwaway self-deprecatio­n. But it’s also a shocking symptom of the toll of her strange public life.

A handful of scenes capture Swift rigorously refining songs for “Lover.” Occasional­ly, she senses she’s hit the jackpot, even when the result is a piece of pyrite like the album’s first single, “Me!” Her elation over that song left me sad to have missed the moment she perfected gems like “You Belong With Me,” “22,” “Blank Space” and “Delicate.” We don’t see her working on the “Lover” track that gives the movie its title, “Miss Americana and the Heartbreak Prince,” a midtempo number about romantic and national disillusio­nment.

This documentar­y isn’t as coherent as “Truth or Dare,” the Olympic standard for pop-star portraitur­e. But Madonna had found a coherent by the time of that movie. Swift is still eking hers out. Along with her music, she’s evolving.

That’s a part of the documentar­y’s assertion — her creative and personal maturity come with a cost, obviously. But its most exhilarati­ng disclosure is that Swift finds herself determined to pay it.

 ?? NETFLIX ?? Taylor Swift in “Miss Americana.”
NETFLIX Taylor Swift in “Miss Americana.”

Newspapers in English

Newspapers from United States