Straining neon shrieks amidst a LOUD AS HELL SCORE that comes from nowhere before BLOWING UP AGAIN FOR NO REASON. This film gets under your skin instantly with some jarring camera angles and fluorescent lighting. It's spellbinding and evocative. Provocative, even. An American ballerina heads to a German ballet school. Something is not quite right... That's all that needs to be said. The plot isn't incredible but you won't care. See it.
Shot in a strange semi-mockdoc style, this is as black as dark comedies get. Nicole Kidman's Suzanne Stone seduces and convinces Joaquin Phoenix and Casey Affleck (their hair is part of the reason to watch this film) to kill her husband, Matt Dillon, who hasn't aged in twenty years. Someone should do a documentary on that.
Anyway, it's got a quality lead performance from Nicole, but it's a bit disjointed between talking heads and then the other scenes. Comes together…
Let me preface this review by saying that it is in no way a five star film. It's a five star film in the same way that The Other Guys, reviewed by Peter Bradshaw in the Guardian, is not a five star film. But sometimes you watch a movie and can't stop smiling. It entertains. It has you sitting back and going, "Yeah, why can't all films be like this?" And that's what The Guest did to me. Sure, it…
In the style of Matt, because why not. Saw this with my cinema card and also cos the poster looks damn cool. Look at it. Like some seventies sepia stuff and I'm always down for that. Opens on Gyllenhaal thin as hell. Hair slicked back like some creepy dude. No money but clearly owns a comb. Does bad shit with this grin. Freaked me out a bit but whatever, it's cool.
He drives this shitty car all over the place,…