A

American Rust creaks under its own weight

American Rust (Showtime)

Showtime’s latest shot at prestige television has all the trappings, none of the energy.

American Rust has the unfortunate timing of debuting in the wake of HBO’s Mare of Easttown. They’re not the same show, to be clear. Or anywhere near, really. However, the Dan Futterman that created Rust—adapted from the Philipp Meyer book of the same name—bears a logline that is too similar to escape comparison.

Like Easttown, Rust revolves around a murder in a small blue-collar Pennsylvania town investigated by a morally conflicted police officer—in this case, Del Harris (Jeff Daniels)—and how that murder touches everyone in and exposes the existing crack of the community. But, unlike EasttownRust never surprises with streaks of weird humanity and dark humor.

And oh boy, could it use it.

Life in Buell is a miserabilist fable. Harris is a possible amphetamine addict in love with Grace Poe (Maura Tierney) a sort-of kind-of married woman constantly facing foreclosure who chews ibuprofen like candy to ease the pain caused by her non-union sewing job. Grace is the mother of Billy (Alex Neustaedter), a local football hero who passed on a D-1 Scholarship and then really derailed his future by catching an assault rap after a bar fight.

The love of Billy’s life, Lee English (Julia Mayorga) took her shot to get out of town and now lives in New York City with her husband. At the same time, her younger brother Isaac (David Alvarez) is stuck taking care of their very sick father Henry (Bill Camp), and wrestling with his sexuality.

Alex Neustaedter gets to stepping despite Maura Tierney’s excellent performance. (Showtime)

All of this is before the series activating event occurs, the murder of another Buell resident. The most likely suspects of the murder? Billy or Isaac. Or perhaps both of them. Regardless of the actual murderer, the duo definitely know more than they’re saying.

It’s bleak stuff made all the more miserable by the ubiquity of drugs, almost none of them illegal, nearly none of them used as directed.

Grimness is not a problem in and of itself. The world’s full of darkness and unhappiness. Pennsylvania—and most other states, come down to it—is struggling with changing economic demands and drug abuse. No one is asking Rust to whistle a happy tune and pretend otherwise.

[C]haracters should offer more than just a collection of pain.

Still, the characters should offer more than just a collection of pain. Unfortunately, in the three episodes provided to critics, no one in American Rust ends up fleshed out enough to gain three dimensions. Tierney gets closest, but that’s a credit to her acting more than anything else. Her Grace feels like flesh and blood even if most of what the character has to say feels cliché. Occasionally, a background player will pop, often Rob Young’s Deputy Steve Park, but they only provide brief, fleeting moments of texture.

Other moments break through the malaise, but in ways that feel ill-advised, bordering on ugly. At one point, for example, a character is literally thrown off of a speeding train. The character then sits up and immediately begins masturbating as the train continues to roar on past. The character has no previously-indicated problematic sexual behaviors, making the moment read as either an utterly alien act or, worse, a commentary on the deviancy of the character’s obvious sexuality. It’s the rare moment that makes one wish the show stuck with its bland grimness.

American Rust has the shape of something important, the feel of a prestige television show. It features talented people in front of the camera like Tierney and Daniels. It features talented people behind the camera, too, such as Darnell Martin and John Dahl. It seems to care about the realities of exurban Pennsylvania living and well maps out the fictional town of Buell. The one thing it never does is find a spark.

American Rust shows us the corrosion in small-town America starting September 12th on Showtime.

American Rust Trailer:

Liked it? Take a second to support The Spool on Patreon!
CategoriesTV
Tim Stevens

Tim Stevens is a freelance writer and therapist from the Nutmeg State, hailing from the home of the World’s Smallest Natural Waterfall. In addition to The Spool, you can read his stuff in CC Magazine, Marvel.com, ComicsVerse, and The New Paris Press. His work has been quoted in Psychology Today, The Atlantic, and MSN Ireland. And yes, he is listing all this to try and impress you.