Boy, this movie sure does exist, doesn’t it?
Looks like we have a new (and near-perfect) example of how bad the music biopic can be.
Hilariously so for the first hour at least, simplifying history to such a tee it becomes nearly incomprehensible, barreling through almost every biographical cliche in the book without a hint of irony (unsurprisingly what we were bound to get from the screenwriter behind Darkest Hour) and dialogue so on-the-nose you couldn't tell me this wasn't a Walk Hard sequel in disguise.
A slow, but endlessly unpleasant descent into psychological and metaphysical familial madness - from start to (a just plain nasty) finish. Collette sells it as greatly as you've heard, but don't sleep on Alex Wolff either.
Can be a bit too slow of a burn in areas and while the final moments are quite effective on a visceral level, they feel a bit unsatisfactory plot-wise. Still, there’s enough to sit with. I’m morbidly curious how this’ll play on another viewing.
A very solid debut feature that solidifies Ari Aster as someone to watch.