You know what? If a big mother courage drama is what we need to get people on the climate anxiety train, I'm glad it's this one.
I'm sure that someone has already said this is The Lobster with no seasoning.
Jessie Buckley manages to still be superb in this slightly insipid drama, where interesting questions are asked, but the central tension is drawn out until it feels pointless.
The spec fic element is shockingly under-explored, the aesthetic confused between wanting to match the present and dive into retro futurism.
This film just stubbornly refuses to be daring. All the elements are there, but organised as boringly as possible.
This film insulted me as a feminist, yes, but also as a person with eyes.
How did nobody tell Edgar that this script needed another year of work at the very least? Has he ever heard of pacing? Why were there sixteen third acts? How do the transitions in the plot go so fast I got mental whiplash? Why does the timeline make no sense? How and when do we jump from Halloween to ostensibly June?
Has he ever met…
I don't know if I'm just relieved that it wasn't terrible, but I loved it.
Was this a retcon? A quasi-retcon, let's say. Every character transition, motivation, place makes absolute sense within the universe. The new integrates perfectly with the old. This film works and is incredible fun.
Also, snazzy Morpheus, wow.