Just a quick note first – thank you all so much for your kind words about my Mistress America piece yesterday. The response has been overwhelming and quite unbelieveable, so thank you.
It’s all FRIGHTFULLY romantic!
Unforgettable, really. I watched the last 5 or so minutes of this through my fingers, on the verge of tears. Add this to the list of incredible films, including Away From Her and Polytechnique, that I don’t want to clap eyes on again for a while, goodness. Although, now, in some sort of a strange way, I want to watch it again right now, because god this nightmare is compelling. It’s reminding me of my love for Gone Girl and Sharp Objects, two stories that are monumentally screwed up, but I can’t get enough of (admittedly, both of those are works of fiction). No, despite this fact being known to me long before I watched this, this is quite unbelieveably a true story, which makes it all the more menacing. Peter Jackson vividly brings this tale of terror to the screen, drenching it in lurid purples to heighten the drama. The real standouts here, however, are two powerhouse performances from a 17-year-old Kate Winslet and a 16-year-old Melanie Lynskey in their first film roles. Winslet positively soars through the film, volume never coming down from 11; while Lynskey has magnetic command of the screen, a stormy energy that reverberates through the whole film. Together, they’re dynamite.