“I suppose I'm moved by this absurd performance.”
Wes Anderson films are all, in some fashion, about our search for meaning & connection, and the futility of longing. It’s hard not to be smitten with that, especially as I get older.
“Ooby Dooby, motherfucker.”
For a serial killer/shark movie hybrid, I sure would’ve liked to see more sharks and serial killing. Turns out this is a final girl movie in disguise, which isn’t necessarily a bad thing, except this movie doesn’t have any teeth.
It wastes its R-rating and great concept with tame execution. It feels very safe compared to Byrne’s previous films, and I never believed that Zephyr has what it takes to survive (even though the movie insists that she does).
Jai Courtney is the film’s saving grace. He is excellent, and I was transfixed every time he appeared on screen.
As someone who was cold on Talk to Me, I thought this was a big step in the right direction for the Philippou brothers.
Two major things that hinder them from reaching that next level of filmmaking are the unclear mechanics of the universe these films take place in and, more importantly, their desire to show the audience cool, gnarly sequences rather than telling complete stories.
The biggest takeaway is what an irable swing Sally Hawkins takes with this performance. She deserves big props for even agreeing to this, and she elevates what could’ve easily been a goofy character.