"Are you Jane?" It's a question that Chicago housewife Joy (Elizabeth Banks) repeatedly asks, as she calls a number from a flier.
She is picked up, blindfolded, driven to a nondescript office where she receives an illegal, but safe, abortion from an unfeeling doctor (Cory Michael Smith), and is then cared for by an eclectic group of women. In this group, no one is Jane, but they are all Jane, the generic alias that shields their identities, becoming the de facto name for this underground network of women providing abortion care in the years before Roe v. Wade.
Oscar-nominated "Carol" screenwriter Phyllis Nagy, working with a script by Hayley Schore and Roshan Sethi, crafts an unconventional biopic in "Call Jane," not of any real person, but of Jane, the collective.
That "Jane" was an alias, an avatar, is part of the problem with "Call Jane," in which all of the fictionalized characters, from Joy, to Virginia (Sigourney Weaver), the organizer behind the group, to Joy's husband, Will (Chris Messina), to her daughter (Grace Edwards) and neighbor (Kate Mara), never really feel like real people, but indeed, avatars, merely representatives or devices to move the plot along.
Joy is an opaquely written character, a housewife who is never able to fully express her own wants, needs and desires. Banks, working with limited material, delivers a distinctive and stealthily effective performance, using Joy's inexpressiveness as a character trait. She plays Joy as withdrawn and soft-spoken.
Despite her demure exterior, Joy quietly slides in sly barbs loaded with double meaning about the unfairness of her position, whether it's her husband complaining about frozen meatloaf, or before a panel of cartoonishly evil white male doctors, who deny her the right to the "therapeutic termination" of a pregnancy that's threatening her life.
After her experience with Jane, Virginia recruits Joy as a volunteer driver, and Joy is drawn into the experience of providing care to women in their time of need. She starts by comforting them during the procedure, eventually assisting the doctor, before finally demanding he teach her how to perform abortions herself.
In "Call Jane," it often feels like the largely excellent cast members are struggling against a shallow script and underdeveloped characters, their psychology and backgrounds unclear. As the women of Jane debate who they can assist, there's something that rings hollow, the dialogue landing like talking points rather than authentic human discussion. Nagy's strength as a director is in her patience with sensitive scenes. As Joy undergoes her procedure, each step and wince are laid out painstakingly, and in quiet but loaded moments between Joy and Will, the unspoken vibrates tellingly between them.
Greta Zozula's cinematography offers a period-appropriate warmth and grain to the film, and some unusual compositions make it visually fascinating at times. But there's also the unshakable sense that something went awry in the edit, as certain suspenseful, yet inexplicable moments are ushered in without fanfare and abruptly dropped, like a visit from an undercover cop (John Magaro) that goes to unexpected places, and then nowhere else.
The ending is abrupt, glossing over the real-life 1972 raid with an unexplained mention in passing. As the women celebrate the 1973 passing of Roe v. Wade, which renders their operation obsolete, the tone is frankly, jarring. Though "Call Jane" debuted at the Sundance Film Festival in January, months before the Supreme Court overturned the landmark decision in June, it's surprising that the film was not amended, at least with text at the end, to address that.
"Call Jane" offers a heartening message about the long and ongoing legacy of women helping other women access abortion health care, legal or not, a legacy that has existed since the beginning of humanity itself. But though the film is politically and culturally urgent, it's too much of a challenge to connect with the void of character at the core of this screenplay.
We may all have the power to be Jane, but the image of Jane remains frustratingly hazy in Nagy's depiction.
'Call Jane'
**½ stars out of 4
Rated: R for language and brief drug use.
Where: In theaters.
