I talked my husband into seeing "Damsels in Distress," reminding him that we had liked two of Stillman's earlier films, "Metropolitan," and "Barcelona." Even though Stillman has a conservative worldview, and, well, I don't, I appreciated his ability to skewer a certain liberal smugness and condenscension toward "conventional" people (who, of course, turn out to be more complex and interesting than one might expect). Reviews led me to think "Damsels in Distress" mined a similar vein, but it turned out to feel like a bad parody of his earlier movies. Everything was just a little too absurd, a little too intensely banal, a little too stilted, so that it seemed breathtakingly stupid, rather than slyly clever and humane. I suspect a long break from directing has bad effects--recent work by Terence Malick, once among my favorite directors, has also become a parody of his earlier films. I'm afraid film directing isn't like swimming or riding a bike. One can actually forget how to do it--or how to do it well.