Director: Yorgos Lanthimos
Cast: Emma Stone, Mark Ruffalo, Willem Dafoe, Ramy Youssef
Have I Seen It Before: Never. Probably won’t share why precisely, but it was a screening with a pretty strange context.
Did I Like It: Context be damned, this is one of the stranger movies in recent memory. And that is mostly (although not entirely) tied just to that weird belch thing Dafoe does a handful of times throughout the movie. What was that all about? Aside from maybe being some kind of symptom of his looming mortality, but even then it feels like a weird flex of CGI for the sake of CGI.
Aside from that, the film is fine, providing a modern (in theme if not setting) riff on not just the Frankenstein myth generally, but Bride of Frankenstein (1935). I’ve been struck by that earlier film in recent years that for all of its predecessor’s concern about the procurement of viable human brains to animate their patchwork corpses, the sequel (which I still love, regardless of what I’m about to say about it) seemed more obsessed with a woman’s heart, and her brain was an afterthought. It’s only after seeing this film that I realize there was (as much as the Hays Code might allow) not just an omission of personhood for both the Bride there and Bella here, but a savage—even from those who might think of themselves and society would view as benign—hostility and need for possession at play here.
That fundamental oddness and the underlying message are ultimately subservient to the film’s central performance. Stone once again proves that she is willing to strip away most of the glamour normally associated with a movie star in order to display as unflinchingly and cogently as possible, far stranger characters than her early career might have shoved her towards.