Do Worry, Darling

 

In the wise words of the film's leading man, Mr. Harry Styles, it was a movie that, like, feels like a movie. 

I will not be the first to admit--I watched the movie because I wanted to see if Harry Styles had the acting chops (I was a Directioner in middle school, okay? I will admit that, too). I am no actor, but I'm not an idiot; you can tell when someone is talented and when someone isn't.  

The talent in this case is Florence Pugh--I bow down before her. Give her the worst script imaginable, and I think she can turn it into something better than Shakespeare. We are not worthy. 

There were moments when I thought Harry was alright, probably the moments where it seemed like he was just playing himself--a charming, suave, handsome Brit. There were moments, too, when the chemistry between Styles and Pugh was believable. 

But there were moments when it fell flat (a moment in particular: Styles asks Pugh "don't you want to be perfect with me?"--or something like that--and it sounded like the token jock cast in the high school play; I also don't understand why someone wrote that line in the script and thought it was good. It was written like really bad 2013 Wattpad fanfiction)

Visually, I thought the film was stunning. Great coloring. Great cinematography. I thought the film had a lot of potential, but I don't think it really moved deeper than the overall Stepford Wives theme of patriarchal suppression. It's an important subject, but it felt more superficial and not like genuine advocacy for women. I don't know how to explain it further.