Welcome To Me review: Wiig out
Welcome to Me doesn’t really seem like a whole movie so much as a springboard for one very killer feature: putting Kristen Wiig in the skin of a blunt, destabilized woman, and then throwing her into our face for as many uncomfortable, hilarious and melancholy bits as it can manage.
Wiig’s breakthrough on Saturday Night Live was playing characters with tenuous grasps on decorum who tromped all over our comfort zones, from her TMI Target cashier to gross-out-sexy Shanna to Dooneese, her physically warped back-up singer. Alice Klieg— a woman with borderline personality disorder who worships at the shrine of Oprah and is prone to opening conversations with “I have a prepared statement” — is this tendency taken to its most confrontational: Welcome to Me is funny mostly because it tears apart any other possible response, leaves you laughing just to hide your own discomfort.
Alice is a recent lottery winner so disturbed at being cut off during her acceptance speech — right on the line “I’ve been using masturbation as a sedative since 1991″ — she looks up a cable access channel and drops $15 million on 100 episodes of her own talk show. Also called Welcome to Me, it’s all Alice, all the time: when she is not making (and eating) meat loaf pie as part of her high-protein diet, she’s scoring a telephone conversation with her concerned, overbearing mother or staging slanderous reenactments from her life — complete with bitter, wounded narration, provided by herself.