Michael Marino’s review published on Letterboxd:
Feels like a southern gothic reject translation of The Place Beyond the Pines.
Generally, as an ensemble piece, it's a film that dives into a waterless swimming pool.
Actors fluctuate here feeling used one moment to feel totally underused in the next moment.
I mean, Tom Holland is supposed to be centered here, but hell, he doesn't appear until 46 minutes into the film.
Meanwhile, in those first 46 minutes, you get to watch a christ obsessed Bill Skarsgård, but at what cost.
I suppose having various characters play out during a certain period of years makes up in attempting for an interesting narrative, but shit, it just didn't work for me here.
Hell, Antonio Campos is very talented; Christine, his previous effort, was one of my favorites back in 2016.
Overall, I wouldn't go out and say that there wasn't a lot of good stuff in the movie. But wholly, it just didn't work for me as well as I had hoped.
Well, at least I'm getting to see Nomadland on the 26th, thanks to the NYFF.
