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Booksmart (2019): Going Out With a Bang

Some people live by the motto “Work hard, play hard”, others just work hard. Amy (Kaitlyn Dever; Short Term 12) and Molly (Beanie Feldstein; Neighbors 2: Sorority Rising) are in the latter group. The two girls spent their time in high school ignoring their social lives in order to get the stellar grades and extracurricular activities needed to get admission into a good college. They’re perfectly fine with their choices until Molly realizes that the popular kids she has looked down on also got into great schools which, causing a mini-meltdown. Not wanting to have gone through high school without ever breaking any rules, the two young women decide they are going to crash a graduation party on their last night of school.

Booksmart has been labeled by some as “the female Superbad”, but that comparison sells the film short. It does feature two best friends trying to go to a party at the end of their high school career, but where Superbad frequently relied on crass humor, Booksmart uses its deep bench of entertaining characters. That’s not to say the film doesn’t have its fair share of vulgarity, it certainly does, but rather it has more cards in its deck to use.

The film is carried by the exceptional chemistry of its leads. Amy and Molly have the natural back-and-forth of friends that have been inseparable for years. The way they finish each other’s sentences and have routines they play through, like giving each other effusive praise on their outfits, overflows with the effortless comfort of best friends.

Molly and Amy have the bevy of inside jokes that only best friends would.

Like any story that takes place in a high school, Booksmart deals with familiar tropes. There are jocks, popular kids, theater kids, and more, but the members of each clique are done with hilarious heart. The supporting cast is uniformly amazing with a rotating ensemble of high schoolers that make their way in and out of the movie. They never feel like characters that exist only to deliver a single line. The way they come in and out of the girls path feels organic, like they are living their own story just off screen. Special standouts are Gigi (Billie Lourd; Star Wars: The Last Jedi), an unhinged young woman who seems to pop up everywhere, and the overly dramatic theater kids that deliver every line with the flamboyant affect of a self-proclaimed thespian.

In her first outing as director, Olivia Wilde turns in strong work. Each of the film’s settings, from the school to the multiple parties, is authentically chaotic like any room filled with rambunctious teens would be. She controls the chaos onscreen and provides impressive visuals given the simple locations. Her greatest asset is her mastery of comedic timing. She knows when to cross-cut between conflicting scenes to contrast the insanity of a party and when to engage in the many extended takes to emphasize escalating action. This leads to a film that is consistently funny. Booksmart is one of the few films that can boast that every character with spoken dialogue will make you laugh, often several times. Wilde’s skill at directing comedy and the genuine affection of the central friendship make Booksmart an hilarious coming-of-age story.

4/5 stars.

Rocketman (2019): Stylish, but Overly Familiar

After the gargantuan success of Bohemian Rhapsody, Rocketman is the latest attempt at a box office smash using the hit songs of a beloved artist. Produced by Elton John himself and directed by Dexter Fletcher (Eddie the Eagle), who stepped in to direct Bohemian Rhapsody when its original director was fired mid-production, the film opens with Elton John (Taron Egerton; Kingsman: The Secret Service) telling the story of his life at an Alcoholics Anonymous meeting.

Unlike most biopics about musicians, Rocketman is a full-on musical. Rather than reserving music for on-stage performances, the characters burst into song at any moment making the film feel like a jukebox musical in the vein of Mamma Mia!. The dance numbers are expansive with dozens of extras and a pace that distinguishes the film from others in the genre. The rapidly tracking camera and organized chaos of the backing dancers give these sequences a frantic energy that aligns with John’s rapid rise to fame. There are times when the musical segments are expected, during a key emotional moment for example, but Fletcher ingeniously transitions to song in several unexpected situations. The clever transitions and frenzied choreography add cinematic flair and keep the music visually interesting.

Bryce Dallas Howard is surprisingly perfect as John’s callous mother.

The basic plot is fairly standard. It’s amazing how so many one-of-a-kind superstars like Freddie Mercury and Elton John can have their life stories boiled down to essentially the same sequence of events. A child from a humble background exhibits preternatural musical talent, but is born into a conservative family that doesn’t fully approve of their passion and desired lifestyle. The child grows into an adult that meets key partners and quickly ascends into incredible success before falling prey to substance abuse only to apologize to their loved ones and redeem themselves around the 2 hour mark. There is nothing particularly surprising about what happens in Rocketman.

Within the usual story beats, Fletcher focuses on John’s unique problem. He continually emphasizes the lack of affection in John’s upbringing with a cold, distant father and an often cruel mother. As a child, he asks his father “When are you going to hug me?” and, more than anything else, this film is about a man in desperate need of a warm embrace. His later actions, and his mistakes, stem from his lack of love and, regardless of the success he achieves, the film cuts back to images of his younger, helpless self. But Fletcher doesn’t shy away from blaming John for his decisions. His erratic moods and mistreatment of those closest to him are his own undoing and Egerton grasps his spiral out of control. Edgerton carries John’s emotional pain in his performance and brings an exceptional singing voice as well. It’s a shame that the script doesn’t explore John’s enduring relationship with his co-writer Bernie Taupin (Jamie Bell; Billy Elliot) as this is a major and unique element to John’s story.

Rocketman delivers the extravagant musical setpieces worthy of Elton John, supported by a strong performance from Egerton, but is held back by its extremely familiar plotting.

3/5 stars.

Godzilla: King of the Monsters (2019): Kaiju Free-for-All

Everyone loves a good monster fight and Godzilla: King of the Monsters is the movie to deliver it. Set five years after the 2014 Godzilla, the mysterious organization Monarch is tracking monsters, called Titans, that lay dormant all around the world. Enter Dr. Emma Russell (Vera Farmiga; Up in the Air), a biologist that has developed a device that can mimic Titan sounds in order to control them. When eco-terrorists, led by Charles Dance (Game of Thrones), begin releasing the Titans and causing worldwide catastrophe, Monarch and Dr. Serizawa (Ken Watanabe returning from the previous film) attempt to use Godzilla to protect humanity.

While the kaiju may not have an explicit personality, the film succeeds in giving them some semblance of character. Ghidorah, the three-headed, winged dragon-like creature, is shown as villainous, malicious, and portrayed as a usurper to Godzilla’s throne  The serpentine design of the long necks and the way the heads snap at each other convey a malice that isn’t present with Godzilla. He is shown as humanity’s savior and protector. He repeatedly ignores the vulernable main cast as he chooses to fight Ghidorah instead. Mothra in particular becomes an interesting character. She’s labeled as the “Queen of the Monsters” and becomes an ally to Godzilla and is one of the most likable monsters. Her resilience in fighting creatures like the fire-breathing Rodan, despite her comparatively smaller size, make her one of the most compelling characters in the film.

Dougherty makes bold use of color.

There are moments when the film tries to put forth a deeper message, but doesn’t devote the needed time or effort. The original 1954 Gojira was a parable about the dangers of nuclear weapons. Godzilla was awoken by weapons tests and left damage similar to the bombings of Hiroshima and Nagasaki. This film tries to weave in a similar theme, but this time with climate change. The eco-terrorists claim that the Titans are rising due to humanity’s increasing pollution. They view the destruction caused by the kaiju as a way to reset the balance of the earth and minimize the human population to the point that they can co-exist without harming nature. This may have been an interesting motivation, but when only briefly mentioned and used to justify devastating actions it feels hollow and more than a little silly.

But modern Godzilla isn’t about grand messages. It’s about big monsters fighting each other and this movie has that in spades. The 2014 Godzilla was criticized for withholding its action until the final minutes, but no one could ever make that complaint here. Director and co-writer Michael Dougherty (Krampus) has created gargantuan creatures that move with the heft often missing from CGI. Godzilla’s trademark roar is thundering and the fights between kaiju are intense with arresting use of simple, but effective coloring. Ghidorah’s yellow, Rodan’s red, and Godzilla’s and Mothra’s blue bioluminescence makes for a striking contrast that helps keep the visuals clean and discernable. Dougherty still includes some of the tension building from the previous film. He stages each battle with iconic tableaus of the monsters racing towards each other, igniting  anticipation for the glorious fight to come. The story may not be substantial, but Godzilla: King of the Monsters delivers a kaiju free-for-all in gorgeous detail.

4/5 stars.

The Beach Bum (2019): Hippie Wonderland

Returning to a drug and alcohol fueled Florida, Harmony Korine (Spring Breakers) teams up with Matthew McConaughey (Dallas Buyers Club) for a tour through burnout country. McConaughey plays Moondog, an acclaimed poet and stoner that drifts through the Florida Keys enjoying every moment he can. His wife Minnie (Isla Fisher; Nocturnal Animals) lives separately in a mansion and spends time with their mutual friend Lingerie (Snoop Dogg), a rapper. There is even less of a plot here than in Spring Breakers. Moondog doesn’t have a clear motivation beyond enjoying himself. He scrounges for money as he moves from party to party without a care in his mind. He’s an easygoing, worry-free hippie.

Somehow, things just work out for him. He doesn’t have a rigorous writing schedule, but the words come out as needed. He doesn’t usually have a lot of money on him, but he makes friends and ends up with whatever he needs, be it drugs, women, or accommodations.

McConaughey sells all of this with his breezy attitude. It’s like his character from Dazed and Confused spent the next 20 years doing drugs with free-spirited hippies and adopted the lifestyle. As his wife states, “Moondog is from another dimension”. His mindset is one of a kind and completely detached from anything resembling reality. Some may have little patience for a character whose actions can be considered irresponsible, but McConaughey’s performance makes Moondog seem more like a harmless loafer than someone who needs to grow up. The one inconsistency is that the characters keep describing him as a world-renowned, award-winning poet which is hard to reconcile with his lifestyle. The few times he recites poetry are mostly him repeating the same short, asinine verse that is apparently applause worthy.

McConaughey and Snoop Dogg make a surprisingly good duo.

The film, like its main character, lacks a clear direction. The narrative is more of a series of encounters that appear to be sequential, but don’t actually need to be. Korine doesn’t seem interested in telling a cohesive story. He loves the character he has created in Moondog and wants to follow him through a world of nonstop pleasure. Together with cinematographer Benoît Debie, he shoots his film with two visual palettes: sun-drenched outdoors and neon pinks and yellow-greens similar to their work in Spring Breakers. The visuals give the film the feel of an endless summer vacation. One without purpose or consequence.

Yet, any issues are of little importance. It’s hard to stay mad at someone who shows nothing but childish joy. At one point, Moondog finds out that Lingerie has been having an affair with his wife for years while he was away from home, but he barely reacts. He shrugs it off as another part of an unknowable, uncontrollable world that is never worth taking too seriously. This notion permeates the film and makes it difficult to be bothered by any of its flaws. At its best, The Beach Bum is a silly celebration of ignoring everyday struggles and enjoying yourself in every moment, but even at its worst it’s a harmless, carefree, and meandering trip through a hippie wonderland.

3/5 stars.

Hotel Mumbai (2019): Visceral Recreation

Based on the 2008 terrorist attacks in India, Hotal Mumbai follows several characters in the historic Taj Mahal Palace Hotel, a five-star, hundred year old lodging. Dev Patel (Slumdog Millionaire) plays a waiter at the Taj who, after almost being sent home for not having the required clothing, finds himself caught in the center of a coordinated assault. Instead of escaping, he and several of the other hotel staff decide to stay to help evacuate the guests to safety, risking their own lives in the process. The film also follows a wealthy heiress (Nazanin Boniadi) and her American husband (Armie Hammer; The Social Network) staying at the hotel and shows the terrorists as they enter Mumbai and execute their plan.

Patel delivers mixed results as the lead but has a strong supporting cast to compensate. Patel’s blank face isn’t able to express the necessary gravity of the situation. Even in the tensest moments, he just seems vaguely confused and his expressions wouldn’t be out of place in a comedy. Fortunately, the cast that plays the rest of the Taj’s staff is up to the task. They appear determined and methodical, operating in the same well-structured unit they use for regular business, only with significantly higher stakes. Anupam Kher (The Big Sick) is stern but caring as the head chef and manager. He repeatedly shows his resourcefulness and resilience and he leads the frantic guests through significant danger and calmly confronts the daunting risks ahead. The remaining cast is hit or miss with Armie Hammer and Jason Isaacs delivering mostly flat acting and the others having too little screen time to be memorable.

Patel’s expressions don’t match the danger of the situation.

Despite this being  his first feature, director Anthony Maras shows he has an eye for tension. He stages the horrific acts with a harsh, unstylized brutality that never veers into exploitation. The violence elicits shudders not cheers. His greatest asset is his ability to capture the terror of the unknown. Much of the film consists of characters hiding in the dark, afraid that the terrorists may enter their room. Maras maintains a breathless tension in these scenes by making use of offscreen space. We hear the knocks on guest rooms followed by screams and gunshots and, like with the shaking water cups from Jurassic Park, we know something bad is coming.

Hotel Mumbai’s major flaw is its message, or rather, its lack thereof. Many films have taken real life events and turned them into dramas, but Maras’s picture doesn’t appear to offer any particular insight. He partially avoids the mistake of taking a tragedy and focusing on a few visiting Americans instead of the locals who suffered in greater numbers. Thankfully, the hotel’s team is shown as the heroic people that they were, but the film doesn’t delve into the lives of the staff either. The characters and any greater context into the events that led to these incidents are secondary to the illustrating the momentary actions and emotions. Hotel Mumbai is an incredibly effective, visceral depiction of what it could have been like to endure this act of terror, but lacks a deeper meaning behind the recreation.

4/5 stars.

Triple Frontier (2019): Thrilling Heist and Lackluster Characters

After a 5 year absence and attempting to make larger films at major studios, J. C. Chandor has returned with his biggest feature yet. Triple Frontier is led by Oscar Isaac (Inside Llewyn Davis), Ben Affleck (Argo), and Charlie Hunnam (The Lost City of Z). Isaac plays a member of the military working in South America to take down a cartel. When he finds where the cartel leader is hiding – and that his money is hiding with him – he goes to his former brothers in arms to help him take out the drug lord and seize the money.

Despite the big name cast, the acting is one of the film’s weakest parts. Ben Affleck speaks with a tired, gruff delivery that is meant to make him seem grizzled and world-weary, but instead he comes off as disinterested and often bored, maintaining a single blank expression for the majority of his screen time. Charlie Hunnam, an English actor, struggles to establish his American accent. He plays a southern military man but is unable to maintain the desired speaking voice for more than a few words at a time. He regularly starts with a southern twang then relapses into a posh Englishman to a distracting degree. The least offensive of the leads is Oscar Isaac who plays his character straight as the optimist-turned-pragmatist. He is frustrated with the corrupt system he has lived in while the fighting drug cartels and his decision to independently seize the funds is a believable turn, yet even Isaac’s performance isn’t noteworthy.

The screenplay, written by Mark Boal (Zero Dark Thirty) and Chandor has little interest in its characters. The first act of the film introduces the characters, their backstories, and their comradery but does so in broad, cliched strokes. Each lead has a single defining trait and little effort is put into developing any of them beyond that. We are expected to believe in the strength of their friendship based on the hugs they greet each other with, but any of the backstory is forcibly and explicitly told, rather than shown. The script’s dialogue is overflowing with clumsy exposition as Boal and Chandor attempt to cram in the necessary details to make the heist plausible. The film’s writing is mostly a necessary component to support the main draw – the heist.

The back and forth between the characters never works and takes up an unfortunate amount of the film’s runtime.

It’s a good thing the act itself is worth the wait. Chandor has proven himself a strong director, but Triple Frontier is his first action title and he clearly has a talent for it. All the rushed storytelling that preceded fades to the background once the heist begins. At this stage, the film finally begins to demonstrate, not explicitly lecture, its characters. Each person has their own distinct role in the crime with Affleck serving as the tactician calling out movements. The speed and efficiency they move with are enthralling. They prove themselves to be an elite group of trained military professionals in the way they methodically infiltrate and clear the cartel boss’s home. Chandor shoots these scenes with the same attention to detail. His camera gradually moves from room to room, sweeping for occupants in the same way as the film’s cast and the effect is immersive. The heist and the eventual escape account for roughly a third of the runtime and every moment of these sequences is precipitous as the cast’s quick course corrections always put them on the verge of total failure.

It’s a shame that this level of quality does not extend into the film’s beginning and ending. Without the high stakes of the heist, we are left with cliched characters we don’t care about and performances that are, at best, merely adequate. Triple Frontier is one taut, deftly executed infiltration, bookended by time spent with people that aren’t worth our attention.

3/5 stars.

Ash Is Purest White (2019): Struggles in a Changing World

Jia Zhangke (A Touch of Sin) has made a name for himself telling stories of regular people as they struggle to survive in the midst of the social and economic upheaval occurring in China. His newest film stars his wife and frequent collaborator Zhao Tao (Mountains May Depart) as Zhao Qiao, the girlfriend of a mobster named Guo Bin (Fan Liao). After a repercussion of his criminal lifestyle, Qiao goes to prison and finds herself alone at her eventual release. She searches for her former lover as she tries to reclaim her lost time and identity, but learns the outside world has changed since she left it.

Jia finds beauty in the within the meager environments. Many of the households seen in the film are cramped, drab dwellings, but even as the spaces are unremarkable, Jia uses striking compositions to bring life to the settings. Whether it’s Qiao’s positioning or using reflections off a streaky mirror, the craftsmanship overrides the bleak interiors. In exterior scenes, Jia takes advantage of the eerie cities. He frames outdoor scenes with an emphasis on scale and emptiness. In some parts of China, rapid real estate development has led to “ghost cities” where the supply of new housing far outran the demand. Qiao is engulfed by this sprawling housing and infrastructure as she travels. Even when there are others nearby, her framing highlights her loneliness and disconnection from a world that is rapidly changing and leaving parts of itself behind.

Jia creates arresting compositions out of ordinary settings.

The film’s narrative has three acts, only two of which are successful. The early scenes of Qiao’s life as the girlfriend of a powerful gangster set up the frivolity of her existence and serve as contrast to the austerity of her life post-prison as she attempts to reconnect with Bin. This transformation and the conclusion of her search form a satisfying arc for her character. Then the film continues. The third act, which begins almost two hours into the film, makes leaps in logic and in time as it races towards the ending that seems to be Jia’s true target. Over a single cut, time skips forward and the lives of characters have drastically changed with little indication of how. For a filmmaker that typically basks in the small details of life, allowing narratives to unfold at an unhurried tempo, the rushed pacing is unexpected and leaves gaps in character development that harm the final scenes. Lacking the gradual buildup Jia has spent the first two hours establishing, the film’s conclusion fails to produce the intended emotional response and closes on unsatisfying note. Jia has created an observant look at a character’s growth in a changing world, but appended an unnecessary and rushed epilogue harmful to the film’s deliberate style.

3/5 stars.

Climax (2019): Don’t Drink the Sangria

Regardless of his filmmaking talents, Gaspar Noé (Irreversible) is first known for being a provocateur. His films have angered and reviled audiences around the world and led to walk outs due to the content onscreen. Climax, while by no means even remotely close to mainstream, may be his most agreeable title to date, if agreeable is even a term that can be applied to anything Noé has created. The film follows a Parisian dance troupe as they initially practice then unwind by throwing a party. The mood is jovial until things take a turn for the worse. People start feeling something strange and they soon realize that someone has spiked their sangria with a heavy dose of drugs and it sets off a night of drug-fueled chaos.

The best part of any Noé film isn’t the narrative or the characters, it’s the pure experience. At his best, Noé uses a blend of unnerving sound effects, hypnotic music, high-contrast lighting, and swirling cameras to create a cinematically-induced euphoria or, in some cases, total paralysis. It’s a pure, visceral response that few films can produce  and even fewer filmmakers can consistently create. There are a few moments in Climax that reach this level of reaction. An opening dance number features the cast rhythmically gyrating and contorting their bodies in ways that we know are choreographed but feel like instinctual movements borne from the thumping electronic music that overwhelms our ears. The effect is mesmerizing as it inundates the senses and transfixes your attention. Sadly, this is the only scene of the film that is able to produce this reaction.

The film’s highlight is its opening dance number.

The majority of the film focuses on the pandemonium created by the high dancers. The drugs produce different responses in each person. Some become overly emotional while others become wild or even violent. Very few of them make good decisions as it becomes clear that the film has morphed into a horror movie with the negative effects of the unknown substance as the primary threat. The characters’ behaviors can quickly become tiring. We haven’t developed affections towards them and have little investment in their well-being which makes their blatantly stupid decision-making  irritating, even if it is understandable given their physical state. Mimicking their world rapidly spiraling out of control, Noé and his regular cinematographer Benoît Debie (Spring Breakers) use a swirling camera that is as mobile as the dancers, weaving through their tangled bodies and effectively capturing their confusion. Yet, because of the poorly sketched characters and their self-destructive actions, the intended horror is kept arm’s length.

As usual, Noé is guilty of several indulgences. The film opens with seemingly never-ending interviews with each of the dancers asking why they want to join the troupe and the party pre-drugs features several scenes of dialogue as inane as the characters are inebriated. Noé lets these scenes stretch into minutes long takes of drunken friends talking about which of the other dancers they want to sleep with as they go into excessive, graphic detail for no purpose. Furthermore, there are plot points and character outcomes that are present for no reason other than shock value. These sections pad out the film’s short runtime and highlight how little material is actually present. Climax has moments of the Noé’s best talent of creating enveloping visceral responses, but the film’s drug-trip-as-horror premise fails to connect.

3/5 stars.

Fighting with My Family (2019): Cheeky Humor and Genuine Heart

Based on a documentary, Fighting with My Family is the story of how WWE Diva Paige entered professional wrestling and the upbringing that led to her career. Paige Knight (Florence Pugh; Lady Macbeth) comes from a very strange family. Her parents, played by Lena Headey (Game of Thrones) and Nick Frost (Hot Fuzz), are wrestlers and run their own independent wrestling association using their own children and any other interested parties in the ring. Paige has grown up dreaming of becoming a professional wrestler and gets an opportunity to make that dream a reality when the WWE comes to town looking for recruits.  

Nearly unrecognizable in her role, Florence Pugh is terrific. She plays Paige as a sharp-witted, hard-working but believably insecure woman who is coming dangerously close to the future she and her family have always dreamed of. The role is a marked departure from the period pieces Pugh has become known for. Her goth-like, foul-mouthed Paige is the epitome of a rebellious outsider as she visibly clashes with the former models and cheerleaders that make up the rest of her fellow recruits. At times, she can be overly hostile to her peers, but the unfriendly behavior is quickly revealed as a defense mechanism for her own self-doubt. Pugh is able to balance the tough exterior and uncertain thoughts naturally, making Paige the irreverent, but relatable lead needed to carry the film.

The Knight family’s attitude is hilarious, especially when they come into contact with normal people.

Director Stephen Merchant’s writing adds warmth and humor to the predictable plot. The narrative follows what is expected of a sports biopic with the necessary small-time beginnings, personal and professional struggles, and an expected outcome but with plenty of laughs along the way. Much of the humor comes from the flippant attitude of the Knight family. They wholesale reject anything outside of their one true cause with little awareness or regard for societal norms. Merchant subtly uses this comical level of devotion to add heart to the film. Yes, the idea of a family dedicating themselves to their little attended, barely sustainable wrestling show is ridiculous, but the sport is inextricably tied to their identity and familial bonds. Wrestling is what unites and connects them in a way that goes beyond pastimes or hobbies. Wrestling is a religion to the Knight family and their sincere commitment creates both the absurdity and genuine heart that bring life to the film.

It might be blatant advertising for the WWE, but it’s impossible to deny its effectiveness. No aspect of the film feels cold or designed by a brand strategy team. Dwayne “The Rock” Johnson makes a cameo and spends his brief screen time grinning with pride, revealing the film for what it truly is: a passion project. With a strong supporting cast like Headey and Frost, the film has talent to spare and their performances take this story based on a sport that many look down upon and make it universal, even to those who dislike wrestling. Fighting with My Family becomes about more than athletic achievement. It’s about family, dreams, and the dedication it takes to achieve them, all packaged in a thick wrapping of hilariously crass, cheeky attitude.

4/5 stars.

Serenity (2019): Baffling and Bizarre

Somewhere in the middle of the sea, Baker Dill (Matthew McConaughey; Dallas Buyers Club) makes a meager living taking tourists out to fish tuna and sharks on his ramshackle boat. He lives an uneventful life save for a particular mammoth fish he has been chasing. One day his ex-wife Karen (Anne Hathaway; Les Misérables) abruptly arrives on the island and makes him an offer. She promises ten million dollars if he will take her current husband onto his boat and kill him. Her husband Miller (Jason Clarke; Zero Dark Thirty) has powerful ties, shady dealings, and has been physically abusing her. She sees this as her only way out and begs Dill to do this for their son who has now become a shut-in, spending his life behind his computer screen to avoid his abusive step-father. With a juicy premise written and directed by Steven Knight (Locke), Serenity initially seemed like a film to watch out for.

On the surface, Knight wants this to be a neo-noir. Every required trope of the film noir is present. Dill is a loner dedicated to his job, deliberately living in isolation, and Karen enters the film with the bleached blonde hair, barely opaque dress, and drawn out delivery of the classic femme fatale. The visuals are sun-soaked with raised contrast to emphasize the heightened reality of the story. While the script is intending to play with the established norms of the genre, it falls too snugly into the mold with characters lacking anything to distinguish themselves from a general archetype. Clarke’s villainous Miller is one-dimensional in his immediate and unmitigated loathsomeness and Hathaway’s Karen is little more than a plot device to force Dill out of his routine existence.

Despite the cast’s efforts, none of the characters are memorable.

Without spoiling anything, the film introduces a game-changing element midway through. This piece of info radically reframes the narrative and not to its benefit. It is a reveal that, while hinted at in the film’s narrative and stylistic choices, is ridiculous and renders much of the story pointless. Furthermore, it raises a myriad of questions about everything shown so far and the plausibility of every character’s actions. What should be a plot explanation becomes a source of numerous plot holes and immersion-breaking inconsistencies.

By the time the credits roll, we’re left in a state of disbelief and confusion. This isn’t a multilayered, reflexive narrative like Mulholland Drive, rather it’s an ill-conceived, poorly-executed idea that raises questions about film’s entire development process. Did no one raise any red flags after reading the script? Was the cast attached alone enough to override the glaring narrative flaws? This can’t have read well on paper so it boggles the mind that two Academy award winning actors and a talented writer-director would involve themselves in a project like this, particularly since this is an original idea. The combination of high powered talent both in front of and behind the camera along with a blatantly problematic narrative make Serenity one of the most baffling and bizarre releases in recent years.

2/5 stars.