ANY THOUGHTFUL LAMENTATION ON MODERN GRIEF in a horror film will inevitably live in the shadow of Ari Aster’s Hereditary. So few films have ascribed their horrors with the same level of nuance or verve. Only a couple of films have since come out with that same pervading sense of dread: Aster’s next film, Midsommar, and David Bruckner’s excellent supernatural thriller, The Night House.
Albeit not as straight-faced as those films, Talk To Me is also about grief. Danny and…
Typical for Mikhail Red's films, Deleter is technically well-made. Great visuals, and even greater sound design. The premise is ripe, but the story feels too contained and lacks the space to be an effective character study and facilitate a nuanced discourse about malicious acts of expunction.
Ironically, a film about censorship and workplace suppression seems unsure of what to conceal and what to unravel. Delete. Ignore. Ad infinitum.
When they say 'literary,' they mean ✨ 𝓵 𝓲 𝓽 𝓮 𝓻 𝓪 𝓻 𝔂 ✨.
Can't say I'm fully on board with it all, though. The VW Beatle. The PRH-SEA and other esoteric shoutouts. The contrived verbiage that really only exists in blurbs for books.
And gets ko rin, ha. Par for the course of genuine representation is seeing complex, not-always-positive examples on screen. And the film feels like a conscious teardown of that very notion, of having to…
