It's hot as Texas in July --- in fact, it is Texas in July --- but the emotional climate is well below freezing in writer-director Hyatt Bass' debut feature. A sensitively handled drama about a family whose less-than-happy reunion reveals no end of bitter divisions, "75 Degrees in July" is the kind of sober, downbeat chamber drama that reps a hard sell

It’s hot as Texas in July — in fact, it is Texas in July — but the emotional climate is well below freezing in writer-director Hyatt Bass’ debut feature. A sensitively handled drama about a family whose less-than-happy reunion reveals no end of bitter divisions, “75 Degrees in July” is the kind of sober, downbeat chamber drama that reps a hard sell theatrically these days, particularly without benefit of significant star wattage. Prospects will probably be brighter ahead in broadcast and video markets.

Title’s weather forecast appears to be wishful thinking, since characters are wilting from the heat throughout. This adds to the general crankiness as Letty Anderson (Karen Sillas) returns home — for evidently the first time in several years — to visit her parents and sister. The excuse for this trip is a posh local gallery show of her sculptures; Letty’s artistic career has brought her considerable success and prestige.

But sibling Kay (Heidi Swedberg) can only view this success through the tunnel vision of her own resentment — she’d abandoned a promising singing career years before, ostensibly to raise a family, but more deeply due to her mother Jo Beth’s (Shirley Knight) meticulous undermining of any professional confidence. She’s taken that frustration out on husband Jed (William Moses), never letting him forget he’s her father Rick’s (Harris Yulin) employee. Nor can Jed stop resenting the wealthy Anderson patriarch’s purchasing his beloved but debt-hobbled ranch, making him a hired hand on his own one-time family property.

Indeed, this clan is all about competition, emotional blackmail and little backstabbings, a status quo set in stone long ago by the parents’ needy, manipulative ways. Jo Beth is the type of butter-wouldn’t-melt hausfrau whose surface sweetness masks a constant, nagging disapproval. (She tactlessly implies that still-single Letty’s career triumphs are meaningless alongside her domestic “failure” as an “old maid.”) She longs for some show of tenderness from hubby Rick, but his meanspirited neglect amplifies her shrewishness, just as the cold-blooded business strategizing that’s made his fortune has also played wife, daughters and son-in-law against one another.

Letty and Jed — once high school sweethearts until he was grabbed away by Kay, presumably in another show of premeditated one-upmanship — appear the least vindictive characters here, the ones most willing to forgive and forget.

But all bridges remain burned beyond repair at pic’s muted close, any rapproachment stifled by Kay’s misdirected anger, Jo Beth’s bitterness and Rick’s callous insistence on treating his loved ones like property. (He offers to give back Jed’s family property in “exchange” for more time with his two grandchildren. But Jed, understandably, doesn’t want his kids struggling to meet the same impossible expectations that soured Kay and Letty.)

It’s a bleak psychological landscape, kept from becoming too oppressive by the physical one (lenser Michael Barrett makes much of the rural scenic beauties at hand) and by Bass’ restrained approach. There are few explosive confrontations here; instead, interpersonal tensions are revealed in small, incessant slights and telltale glances. The widest open spaces in “75 Degrees” aren’t Texas’ own, but rather the yawning gaps between what’s said and what’s left to fester in silence. While pic’s modesty precludes the greater cathartic punch of similar deep-freeze-family dysfunction dramas from “Ordinary People” to “The Ice Storm,” its earnestness and integrity make these rather unpleasant characters watchable.

So, too, does the fine cast, which resists the potential for easy pathos, villainy and melodrama. Feature might have degenerated into a feel-bad domestic potboiler if each principal thesp didn’t grasp their role with such subtle, layered understanding. Bass might have allowed them to lighten up a little more often, though: Apart from one very funny, incisive scene in which the Andersons scare off a highway patrolman, there’s not much humor here to alleviate the overall gloom.

Design and tech aspects are polished.

75 Degrees in July

Production

A Stockyard Films presentation. Produced by Hyatt Bass, Jeanne O'Brien. Directed, written by Hyatt Bass.

Crew

Camera (color), Michael Barrett; editor, Thom Zimny; original music, Steven Edwards; music supervisor, Douglas Bernheim; production designer, Donnasue Sealy; costume designer, Lee Hunsacker; sound editor, Coll Anderson; sound mixer, Michael Haynes; 1st assistant director, Sam Amroak; casting, Susan Shopmaker. Reviewed at World Film Festival, Montreal (World Cinema), Aug. 26, 2000. Running time: 86 MIN.

With

Jo Beth Anderson - Shirley Knight Jed Colburn - William Moses Letty Anderson - Karen Sillas Kay Colburn - Heidi Swedberg Rick Anderson - Harris Yulin
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