a love story, a ghost story.
I saw Simon Stone’s radical interpretation of Seneca’s Thyestes on stage many years ago. It shook me to my very core. It shifted my view of how theatre can be presented, and how the classics can be reimagined.
Having seen his previous film The Daughter and now this, I feel like I’m experiencing work from a different Stone. I don’t think he’s found his cinematic language yet. It comes across as a director-for-hire. There’s nothing distinct or markedly memorable about it.
I found it engaging because the story was fascinating and the first-rate actors do what they do best.
I admired how impartial the film was in regards to technology. A less perceptive director would have just explicitly condemned technology and blamed it for our supposed inability to connect.
Richard Brody's review in the New Yorker thought that this is exactly what the film was about. I disagree.
He writes: "“Her” is a cautionary tale that offers warning where none is needed, a diffuse and sentimental admonition to put the smartphone down, push away from the computer, turn off…