Joline begins the film by marrying Carl (Luke Wilson, doing his best Jimmy Stewart) and is determined to stay that way, demonstrating her seriousness by tattooing a wedding ring onto her finger. Exactly 597 days later (the film is very specific about this, for some reason we're never privy to), Carl disappears, leaving an answering machine message that says he'll be back late. Unwilling to sleep in a lonely apartment, Joline spends the night with her brother Jay (Casey Affleck) and the lesbian couple with whom he rooms and occasionally snuggles. After a day consumed preparing a surprise party for Carl, Joline returns home to find all of his stuff gone, and a note reading, "I don't know when I'll be back." Still, she doesn't back out of a commitment, so the party must take place with or without the guest of honor. Her doofus friends show up nonetheless, muttering such lame condolences as "I got some dope if you need some." One says of Carl, "And people think I'm a dick," before ineptly trying to put the moves on Joline.
Stepping outside for a breather, Joline encounters a car thief (Everclear's Art Alexakis), who gives her a sob story about trying to get to Long Island. Suddenly stricken with the realization that good deeds are their own reward regardless of whether the person in question is worth the effort, she gives the thief $40 for a bus ticket and decides then and there that she's going to bring Carl back and make him fulfill his end of the marriage vows. Armed with only a postcard boasting a vague, blurred postmark and pictures of cacti, she sets out across America, using a vague series of Zenlike rituals to point her in the right direction. The quest ends in El Paso, but that's where the fun really begins. See, she's not going to make herself known to Carl until she feels he's ready. But until that moment comes, she's gonna keep tabs on his every move. In the process, she encounters a slew of strange locals, including a piñata sculptor from Eastern Europe (Goran Visnjic) who has a thing for women who are intensely faithful to their husbands, a Mexican waitress (Patricia Velasquez) who's so impressed by the spirituality of Joline's quest that she thinks she must be "from Tibet or something," and an aged snake handler (Alfonso Arou) who offers mysterious spiritual advice (of course).
Writer-director Lisa Krueger (Manny & Lo) obviously watched some good movies in the '80s: Committed is like a cross between Paris, Texas and Raising Arizona (though not quite the masterpiece that either of those films was), splitting the difference between the slow, poetic pace of Wim Wenders and the Coen brothers' freneticism while maintaining the quirkier aspects of both. And even though Krueger isn't originally from Texas, the film has the same kind of uniquely Texan quirkiness that can be seen in such films as Slacker and True Stories, and even MTV's short-lived series Austin Stories. Perhaps it's the vast open desert spaces that allow for individual weirdness to shine.
And Graham finally delivers the star performance she's been promising for so long, breaking out of the whole "love interest with brains" rut she's been in. Her Joline is so unwilling to admit defeat and despair that she sublimates it into her greater drive to bring Carl home, even though everyone tells her he's not worth it. "Maybe he's in a spiritual wheelchair," she says to Jay when he offers that it'd be a different story if Carl had become disabled. And Joline is desperately, uncannily cordial, even in the midst of her plight. She's the sort of person who'll ram a hostile car into a ditch and then politely ask, "You guys all right, sir?" Then later, she'll ask aloud, "What does violence ever really solve?" before smashing up a car's windows in lieu of her husband's face.
The title pun is fairly obvious (she's so fiercely committed to her marriage that people think she's crazy enough to be committed, get it?), but it works. And the film does force us to ask whether such devotion is sweet and meritorious or simply delusional. To Krueger's credit, she doesn't absolutely pick a side. The ending chickens out a little by being cleaner than it ought to be, but the last third of the film still isn't exactly what you'd call predictable. It's a sad comment on society that a strong sense of commitment can be considered an aberration, but it's a good sign that at least one gifted filmmaker cared enough to make it a major theme.