I’M DANCING AS FANCY AS I CAN: I really loved the movie of The Business of Fancydancing. I mean, I loved it more than I loved The Toughest Indian in the World; I loved it more than any description could really justify, I think maybe.

One big part of my love was the star: Evan Adams. He’s got a cocky, vulnerable, punchy grace. If you like Robert Downey Jr. but thought, “What if he were brown?” then I think this guy will push your buttons. The supporting actors are also really lovely but this movie is carried by its star.

But also. I know I missed a lot in this movie. I only listened to part of Sherman Alexie’s commentary track, but even that short bit emphasized how many nuances I missed. What I saw was a movie about how we negotiate our unchosen identities, especially those identities which our surrounding culture lies about and tells us not to love. I saw a movie about the inevitable betrayals of the writer: Philip Roth territory (is “Agnes Roth” a callback? it must be), only with even more dead people in the wake of the writer. I saw a movie about loving someone with privilege you don’t have, and how you can love him and reject him and evade him, and how he doesn’t know what he’s doing. (I’ve been on both sides of that maypole dance and I recognized both.)

By now you want to know what this movie’s actually about, and I can’t blame you. A gay American Indian writer who has transformed his, and other people’s, reservation experiences into pricey lit (Quality Paperbacks with bright white pulp) returns to the rez for a friend’s funeral. It’s an experimental movie with some Marlon Riggs touches. I don’t think the camera needed to swirl quite so voraciously during some of Seymour’s (the author’s) interview with a combative black inquisitrix.

But overall… this movie showcases the way the given order breaks your heart, only the movie has better pacing and more consistent acting. I don’t know if I’d call it subtle. I’d definitely call it brilliant, and that matters a lot more.