A giddy, heedless zaniness propels the New York comedy Mistress America, Noah Baumbach's of-the-moment homage to the screwball comedies of yore.
Yore, in the case of Baumbach and his co-writer and leading lady, Greta Gerwig, means Ye Olde 1980s, when such wacky bagatelles as Jonathan Demme's Something Wild and Martin Scorsese's After Hours took audiences on unpredictable rides through quirkily eventful nightscapes.
The chatterer who keeps Mistress America going is Gerwig's Brooke, a fey, funny, somewhat feckless young woman who captures the heart and imagination of Tracy (Lola Kirke), a naive college freshman whose mother is about to marry Brooke's dad.
When Tracy arrives in New York, she gets a crash course in depression and rejection. Her short story flunks the audition for the campus literary journal and a potential romantic prospect doesn't pan out.
Desperate, Tracy takes her mother's advice to call her soon-to-be step-sister, who has been living in the city for years. Brooke immediately takes Tracy on a whirligig tour of her life, an effortlessly stylish patchwork of friends, acquaintances, an illegal apartment off Times Square, vague plans for a fusion pierogi restaurant and an absentee boyfriend named Stavros, who's off in Greece.