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The Lie Review: What's the Biggest Lie You Ever Told To Get Out of Work? This One's Bigger. I Promise

By Dustin Rowles | Posted Under Film Reviews | Comments (34)



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Calling into work and lying about your grandmother, or your uncle, or a cousin passing away is a rite of passage for everyone who has ever sat in a cubicle, a free pass to get out of a couple of days work. Most employers, or at least the ones who have got a clue, even understand that it’s as likely a lie as not, and in most cases, won’t bother to follow up. It’s kind of a white lie. But what if that lie were bigger? What if, instead of saying your grandfather died, you told your boss that your girlfried or wife died? Or your six-month-old daugther? That’d make you some kind of asshole.

That’s the untruth that drives the narrative in Joshua Leonard’s The Lie, a modest dramedy that — like some other mumblecore flicks — takes an extraordinary premise and follows it organically to its natural conclusion. This one is based on a New Yorker short story by T.C. Boyle, and stars Leonard as Lonnie and Jess Weixler as Clover, two halves of a young married couple with a baby facing a crossroads in their adulthood. He works a mind-numbing 9-5 job, and she is contemplating using her background in nonprofit AIDS research to go to work for a pharmaceutical company. It dawns on Lonnie that, with the arrival of fatherhood, his idealistic dreams are slipping away, and his wife is quickly becoming a different person than the one he married.

Unable to face another soul-crushing day at his cubicle job, Lonnie calls in, telling his old prick of a boss that his daughter is sick. During that day away from his job, Lonnie begins to appreciate his life and find himself again, remembering the kind of person he was, the person he wants to be again. The next morning, he calls in again, and after his boss threatens to fire him if he doesn’t come into work, Lonnie tells the lie that, as lies this big are wont to do, spirals out of control before he can retract it. He immediately begins to receive consoling phone calls from co-workers, and in a matter of hours, he’s dug in too deep to ever hope to get out.

The Lie is a nifty little indie flick that possesses the sort of authentic dialogue you expect from a script that’s largely improvised (Leonard used T.C. Boyle’s short story as a shell, but the movie was improvised over a three-week shooting period). The couple’s situation is also familiar to anyone grappling with idealism versus reality, job freedom versus the ability to be a responsbible parent, happiness versus financial stability. Where do you compromise and how much of that younger version of yourself to you give up in order to provide your child with material comforts?

The Lie is successful for how relatable the situation is and how much of it rings true (even the lie itself; I’ve heard of someone who told a similar whopper and ended up in similar disastrous circumstances). Unlike a high concept comedy that builds (bad) jokes off its premise, The Lie — like Humpday, which also starred Leonard — asks what if? What if this actually happened, and then it finds the humor and pathos that flows naturally from it. It’s a solid, heartfelt effort, and I’d recommend it to anyone, but especially idealistic young parents trying to find the sweet spot between supporting a child and their own personal happiness.









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Comments

omg sooo glad this is just a review and not a seriously random list...

i can't go through it again.

Posted by: gp at January 27, 2011 5:11 PM

The Lie made me SO uncomfortable when I was reading it. It's like watching A Simple Plan: you just know this shit is going to hell in a handbasket.

Posted by: samantha t at January 27, 2011 5:14 PM

Does it not end with him getting fired, but learning a valuable lesson about family? Because that seems like the natural outcome to me.

Posted by: The_wakeful at January 27, 2011 5:35 PM

I was reviewing documents many years back - as young lawyers are want to do - and came across an HR file of a woman at a very large company who lied about some relative passing away to get out of work. Some how, someone at the company either caught wind that it was a lie or guessed and they started to ask her some questions.

The woman ended up going ballistic at the HR person over email about how they dare question her about such things and so forth. She even attached a poorly spelled program, that had the the wrongs dates, that she created as evidence of the fake funeral.

Even after they conforted her with this evidence, she remained indignant. I forget what happened to her.

There was another HR file were some guy was fired because some how the company was alerted that one of its trucks/vans was in porno video called "Jenny In The Moving Van." I guess they tracked down who was driving the truck that day and fired the guy.

Posted by: Forbiddendonut at January 27, 2011 5:44 PM

Who HASN'T used the company vehicle to shoot porn in?

Posted by: Paultera at January 27, 2011 6:00 PM

I start every term by telling my students to go home and hug their grandmothers and tell them how much they love them. Because for some reason in the week the research paper is due, grandmothers start dropping like flies around here.
One year I kept a log with some of the other Visiting Faculty. We identified one student whose grandmother(s) had died 9 times over the course of four academic terms. We assumed she was of feline ancestry.

Posted by: PaddyDog at January 27, 2011 6:11 PM

David Hasselhoff

Posted by: Ian at January 27, 2011 6:14 PM

Nice review. I'll add this to the list.

Samantha T, A Simple Plan is an outstanding movie. This sounds like it might be similar.

Worst reason for calling into work I've ever heard? I'm allergic to work. Said by a 30ish woman department head. She was fired later that week.

Posted by: Melody at January 27, 2011 6:19 PM

What if, instead of saying your grandfather died, you told your boss that your girlfried or wife died? Or your six-month-old daugther? That’d make you some kind of asshole.

Have you ever seen The Four Hundred Blows? And what's a girlfried?

I jest. I know you're writing these reviews with one foot on your iphones, standing in line at Sundance. I look forward to checking the film out when it is released to us common folk.

Posted by: TSF at January 27, 2011 6:23 PM

It's no dead baby story, but what is?

I was so sick to death of going into work at a custom framing department when the manager wasn't there but a particularly viscous coworker was (she had, in the past, dumped very strong solvent on me and then went crying to manager saying I dumped it on myself to get her fired while I was left with a destroyed shirt and some minor burns). So, I called in with this lie: I was on my way to the emergency room after falling down an outdoor staircase. I milked that excuse for a week's vacation before showing up with my ankle heavily bandaged. I made the vicious coworker do everything in the back room while I sold to customers. Oh, what a glorious time that was. Coworkers brought me drinks and snacks, customers tipped me out of pity (in a store with a no-tip policy), and the manager even offered me her cushy office chair to sit in when not selling.

Posted by: Robert at January 27, 2011 6:28 PM

Why didn't he just kill his kid and bring it in as proof? Some people don't think.

Posted by: Lucas at January 27, 2011 6:53 PM

Robert, working with such a sticky person must have been horrid. That's great that you didn't have to be around the back room with this gross, clammy, gummy vessel of a human being.

:)

Posted by: Denesteak at January 27, 2011 7:36 PM

Maybe it's just because I have a fourteen month old, but...I get a really uncomfortable feeling in the pit of my stomach even thinking about someone telling that particular lie. Especially because things like that always come around to bite you in the ass. I'll probably never be able to watch this movie simply because I'm already assuming (and would continue to assume the entire time it's playing) that something horrible is going to happen to his baby.

I don't have any good calling off excuses. However, one of my jobs in my misspent youth was with a credit card company that realized all of its employees hated working there, and didn't require excuses for calling off. As long as you still had hours of time-off (and you did, unless you called off one week a month) they didn't care.

Posted by: atgdng at January 27, 2011 7:52 PM

If you make it disgusting enough and go into just a little too much detail, say... a bleeding anal fissure... your boss is just happy to get you off the phone.

Posted by: snapnhiss at January 27, 2011 8:18 PM

It's true - anything related to bowel function or your asshole will go completely unquestioned. Also try menstrual-related problems with male superiors.

Posted by: MrsSmith at January 27, 2011 8:42 PM

Is it just me, or does Josh Leonard just not like working with writers? I mean, this, Humpday, Blair Witch...

He's trying to do away with an entire creative profession.

Posted by: Jerry at January 27, 2011 9:37 PM

I told a teacher that my best friend had committed suicide in order to get an extension on a project. I figured if I went to something that extreme they wouldn't think I was making it up.

Posted by: Elgarcon at January 27, 2011 9:51 PM

Nice review! This sounds like a really interesting movie.

Posted by: Corntree at January 27, 2011 11:19 PM

Why didn't he just kill his kid and bring it in as proof? Some people don't think.

Posted by: Lucas at January 27, 2011 6:53 PM

excellent point, Lucas, and then he would have no more reason to work at the soul-crushing job and could go get his life back.


Maybe it's just because I have a fourteen month old, but...I get a really uncomfortable feeling in the pit of my stomach even thinking about someone telling that particular lie.

and maybe it's because you think we all have the power to make the Universe bend to our will with our words. Do you follow The Secret perhaps?


Is it just me, or does Josh Leonard just not like working with writers? I mean, this, Humpday, Blair Witch...

He's trying to do away with an entire creative profession.

Posted by: Jerry at January 27, 2011 9:37 PM

Hey Yah! What the fuck is he doing with that?

Posted by: John G. at January 28, 2011 1:15 AM

I am a master of excuses. My friends call me to get inspiration for their own lies and cover-ups. But I never make up an illness or accident of anyone I love, it feels like a doubledogdare to the universe somehow.
The best excuses are those that require follow-ups. Any sort of pipe bursting in the flat above with ensuing flooding, loss of electricity, visits from various handymen and meetings with insurance people and landlords... You miss a day or two at work and over the next weeks come in late or leave early a few times too. It's the lie that keeps on giving.

Posted by: cinekat at January 28, 2011 4:01 AM

Im the guy who never misses work unless I am seriously sick. But one day I wanted to take this girl I was interested in to the beach. The problem was I had a restaurant job where I always worked weekends. No one would shift swap with me, so I told my boss the night before that I needed Saturday off to take my mom to the dentist and drive her home because of the novocaine. My manager bought the story. Then Saturday rolls along and the girl has the nerve to blow me off to go to Universal Studios with her friends. Figures.

Posted by: Muteki at January 28, 2011 6:58 AM

"...and follows it organically to its natural conclusion"

I wish there were more movies that did this. That statement alone made me want to see this. Too many movies rely on audiences accepting standard plot devices. I can't stand it when an entire story hinges on the fact that someone failed to, or weren't allowed to explain themselves, when this would have solved the whole problem. Anyway, I digress.

Posted by: JohnnyBee at January 28, 2011 9:12 AM

T.C. Boyle has a talent for writing plots that just envelope the reader. I swear I lose touch with the difference between fact and fiction in his writing. When I read this short story in the New Yorker, I had to keep stopping and saying to myself, this is not real....it's NOT.

I've read most of his work, but Drop City is still my favorite...about a hippie commune that moves from California to the Alaskan wilderness. Read it now.

Posted by: Alice at January 28, 2011 9:47 AM

"I'm sorry Professor. I have to leave this final exam RIGHT NOW because my Dad is being rushed to the hospital with a heart attack and I'm the only other caretaker for my mother, who has been mentally and physically handicapped since a ruptured brain aneurysm in 1984."

The only problem was, it was absolutely true. I don't dare dabble in the lies... my family is a bit too visible to Fate as it is! (My Dad recovered, by the way, after an emergency triple bypass. And all my profs let me take my finals a week late. Bless them!)

Posted by: Young_Grandma_Ben at January 28, 2011 10:43 PM

"Calling into work and lying about your grandmother, or your uncle, or a cousin passing away is a rite of passage for everyone who has ever sat in a cubicle, a free pass to get out of a couple of days work." Umm nope, sorry, not acceptable, that's why the make vacation days. If you don't want to come in to work then don't. As an employer I have zero sympathy. You get caught your flat out fired,and I would fight to deny your unemployment.

Posted by: clancys_daddy at January 30, 2011 3:57 PM

Blah. Everyone was 27 once.

Posted by: hater from siloam springs at November 18, 2011 10:10 AM

John G., usually we use boldface for people's names, so they'll know someone is responding directly to them. We tend to not use bold formatting for entire posts, because it looks really obnoxious.

Posted by: Craig at November 18, 2011 10:16 AM

Worked with a guy once that wanted time off and since he had no time to take, told the manager that he had been diagnosed with lung cancer! The manager was suspicious so he called the doctor the guy supposedly had seen. Of course they had never heard of the guy. All of this just so he could go deer hunting.

Posted by: TheBlackMenace at November 18, 2011 12:26 PM

When I was in Honors College at our state university, I skipped three weeks of classes to smoke pot in the park with a theatre friend of mine. I was living with my parents at the time. Each day that I skipped, I would dutifully dress at 7:30 a.m. and pretend to head off to university. Mom and Dad were proud.

Honors College was divided into seminars of six-to-eight students. We were very close to one another; some of us had attended high school together.

One afternoon I arrived ---stoned--- at my home, and discovered that exactly ALL of my fellow seminarians were seated at the kitchen table with my mom. Mom seemed to be in her element: "Your friends have been telling me that you haven't been to school in THREE weeks and they are worried about you." I hastily apologized and said, "I'll be back tomorrow." I urged friends to go home and promptly reported to school the next day. The excuse I gave to my dear, dear, father-like seminar professor? "I was sneaking off to the park for three weeks to smoke pot with a theatre friend of mine. In short, Sir, I had a mini nervous breakdown."

He patted me on the head and said, "Get your papers done and hand them in." Not a speck of judgment in his voice.

To this day, I credit my seminar buddies and my "rogue" professor with getting me through my undergraduate degree.

Posted by: Stinky at November 18, 2011 1:13 PM

I wouldn't say I've been missing it, Bob.

Posted by: jollies at November 18, 2011 3:45 PM

@clancy's daddy:

ok, so what about people who work in retail or restaurants who DON'T GET vacation days?

When my aunt (my real aunt and my mom's best friend-we were very very close) died, I worked in retail mgmt, but was not salaried, so I had no vacation time whatsoever. I was also denied use of "family leave" bc an aunt is not considered "immediate family." All they let me do was leave for three hours one day to attend her funeral, and I had to go back and stay three hours after it to make up for it. I had no time to mourn her death at all.

If I had known then that I would end up qutting that job to go to law school a year later, I would have just quit on the spot when they denied me any sort of days off for bereavement. SHE FUCKING DIED and they wouldn't even let me take off the day of her funeral. That is inhumane.

Posted by: anon33 at November 18, 2011 5:49 PM

I agree with some of the above - explosive diarrhea - shuts the questions down asap. Nobody wants the details of that conversation, and nobody thinks you would purposely admit that kind of personal detail if you did not have too.

Posted by: Polly at November 18, 2011 6:34 PM

I've lived this. Not the lying part, the part where somebody lies to you about a dead baby.

The first time the ITGeek and I met my best friend's new girlfriend, she told us she'd had a child in her early teens that died a few years later.
Before you all call me an idiot (believe me, I've done that enough), it was such a tragic story, there was just no logical reason why she'd lie about it. Even as I began to get suspicious, I told myself I was being a bitch. She was talking about her dead baby, and she'd been so young when she'd had it that even if the father was her 'boyfriend', it was statutory rape. That would explain all those inconsistencies - she was just a child herself at the time.
But it just didn't fit. I spent fucking hours net-stalking her, trying to get something - anything - that would confirm one way or another what the fuck was going on.
Eventually, it all came out. According to her, she'd made the whole thing up as a way of dealing with something she 'couldn't talk about'.
Oh, and dead baby wasn't her only lie. Her mother is a drug dealer and a murderer. She tried to convince me that another friend beats his wife. She's been 'attacked' so many times you'd think the bitch was John McClane. At this point, I can't tell if she's got a genuine pathological illness, or if she's just a vile, attention-whoring cunt.
Yeah, 'at this point'. Because unfortunately, despite her lying to him for months on end, my best friend is still with her. He loves her, and as much as I wish otherwise, that means I just shut my mouth and hope she doesn't completely destroy his life.

Know what the worst thing is? It's changed how I respond to people, especially when they share their stories/experiences. I used to jump in, heart first, honesty as my parachute. Now I temper my sympathy. Now, there's this little whisper in the back of my mind 'Is this the truth?'
Her horrible actions have made me just that little bit more awful as a person.

So although I try not to do this, I'm going to have to find out the ending of this movie before I go see it. Because if the lying prick at the heart of it gets a happy ending, no matter how sympathetic and likable he might be, I'm going to get stabby.

Posted by: ScienceGeek at November 18, 2011 10:30 PM

Just a suggestion : Consider removing the lie he tells from the review. It's a bit of a spoiler, you know?

Posted by: Horace at November 18, 2011 11:41 PM