In Between the Temples: The erratic antics that fit right in the story

In Nathan Silver's divinely disordered screwball 'Between the Temples,' Jason Schwartzman plays a grieving cantor who, after the death of his wife, can't sing anymore but who finds a strange kinship with a much older widow seeking her bat mitzvah.

Yes, that old story. But even that brief synopsis doesn't really begin to hint at the singularity – or the delight – of Between the Temples. The movie's grammar – 16mm, improvisational, shot purposefully erratically by Sean Price Williams – is just as antic as its story. 

In this winningly chaotic comedy, you can almost feel the characters and filmmakers, as one, resisting order and pushing back against convention. That makes for an experience as volatile and hilarious as it is sweet and profound. 

That's particularly due to Schwartzman and Kane who, as a pair with some echoes of Bud Cort and Ruth Gordon in 'Harold and Maude,' make for the best canter-elderly bat mitzvah student duo you've ever seen, or, more simply, the most memorable on-screen duo of the year.

This is Silver's ninth feature and possibly his finest. Between the Temples, playful, loose and dead set against any moment coming off as too polished or rehearsed, is always very close to falling into shambles. 

Or maybe it does, perpetually, but has the spirit, or foolhardiness, to keep going. With disaster ever present, Between the Temples ambles its way toward a scruffy, endearing magic of its own. Ben Gottlieb works at a synagogue in upstate New York, but after losing his wife to a freak accident, he's lost his singing voice and, maybe, his faith. 

Ben has moved back in with his mother Meira and her meddlesome wife Judith. In the movie's opening moments, they introduce Ben up with a young woman, a doctor. He doesn't get that this is a date; he assumes she's a therapist. When he learns she's a plastic surgeon, he asks his mom: "Do you think I need work done?"

But the work Ben needs goes deeper than that. "Even my name's in the past tense," he sighs. After listlessly sitting through temple alongside Rabbi Bruce, he walks outside and lies down in traffic. 

Nursing his grief over a mudslide at a bar, he gets into a fight. After Ben gets clocked, the woman who picks him up, having finished her karaoke performance, is Carla. She helps him through a drunken night before they realise she was his music teacher in elementary school. "Little Benny!" she exclaims once the memory returns.

Carla soon appears at the synagogue and tells Ben she wants a bar mitzvah. He doesn't agree until she persists, but they soon find they fluctuate to some similar wavelength of grief and oddballness. 

Whether she's an appropriate age for the coming-of-age ceremony is one question, but it's also not entirely clear if Carla is even Jewish. While the Torah plays a role in the unfolding friendship, their connection – whether it's love is hard to say – is only partly related to Judaism. 

They share stories of their dead spouses over burgers that Ben learns, while chewing, aren't kosher. Silver films the scene in close-ups of their mouths. What seems clearer, in the script by Silver and C. Mason Wells, is that the two are together finding their way through a hard chapter of life and into another of their own making.

Along the way, there are surreal flourishes, moments of supreme awkwardness and comic high points. One scene, with Carla's sceptical son and his family at a steakhouse, is adorned with ridiculously large menus. Silver has apparent affection for filmmakers like Rainer Werner Fassbinder and John Cassavetes, but scenes like that one reminded me of Elaine May.

There is a wonderful feeling in Between the Temples that anything can happen at any moment. That's particularly true in another dinner scene, one sensationally awkward, that brings all the characters together, including the more age-appropriate Gabby, the rabbi's daughter.

Yet in a movie filled with strange noises and snuffed-out singing voices, nothing sounds as good as the patter between Kane and Schwartzman. The unique rhythm of their voices pushes Between the Temples, a film about finding your own faith, to something beautiful. "Music," Carla says, "is the sound that you make."

The movie is available to watch on Netflix, Amazon Prime, and Hulu.