nad 🔪’s review published on Letterboxd:
“I’m sick and tired of everybody treating me like I’m not a person.”
Brady Corbet has undeniable talent as a director and shows an uncanny understanding of the fucked up normalities we so readily engage with on social media. the rise and fall of stars on a daily basis is intertwined with gruesome news of mass shootings and (white) terrorism more than ever. a shifting, writhing mass of impulses.
Corbet starts us off with images that shock beyond compare, and yet capture the desensitization of viewers with the same casual go-by with which Celeste seems to cope. and as her life begins to spiral from innocent teen to deeply broken adult, her relationship to the people and space around her becomes so strained that she’s about to fall apart. the star system and music industry have absorbed her for 17 years and are spitting her out with the same abrupt sensation with which she got pulled in.
the only way she remembers her past (almost) two decades of stardom is through music videos, flashes of brutality, and her daughter. a 21st century trauma of epic proportions. Raffey Cassidy and Natalie Portman are forces of nature beating relentlesst forward and against the rather sluggish pacing. was a bit slow for me after that crazy first act but i also appreciate the more slice n dice structure thereafter. Lol Crawley’s cinematography stuns with dirty glamour and violent tragedy.
in all its narcissistic glory there’s also a touching need for connection to be discerned in Celeste’s yearning for someone to prop her up again and again. very sad but comforting with how true it rings in modern loneliness. Willem Dafoe’s narration makes everything sound like a cataclysmic event, he should do some documentaries