This one rocks. Effectively morbid, and even if the allegories are heavy handed it still brings up some interesting ideas about grief and the hypocrisy of playing god.
This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
Left me feeling sick and angry, and not in the ways intended I’m sure. Seemed to completely bypass how rape affects its victims, instead deciding to create a revenge thriller around how an event shaped the friend (Carey Mulligan) of a victim. This leads to what is essentially a thinly sketched caricature that’s less defined by who her friend was/what her friend represented, and more about getting catharsis at one’s own expense.....
.....EXCEPT, that catharsis never comes when the movie…
A tender, vital, and remarkable look at a piece of overlooked America. Zhao composes scenes that at once feel effortless and natural, her unobtrusive style allowing her actors all the breathing room in the world (the whole cast is aces). And though this is a subtle film, there’s still a core of urgency, a damnation of a country that encourages financial ruin upon its citizens, and a celebration of community, of those that can commiserate with one another, and of those that refuse to be beaten down. What an absolute American masterpiece.