The Invite: Millennial
Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf?. Didn't quiiiiite work for me, but Wilde's best movie by far, and the first of her films to have properly restrained performances and a level of social commentary relatively commensurate to the broad, silly premises to which she appears to be drawn (i.e., the first of her movies to feel like it was directed by a director). It might have even been good if Wilde was willing to equate the shortcomings and failures of all four characters and their contributions to their dysfunctional relationships, but she unfortunately makes the serious error of allowing one of them to just...be right,
and to stop the movie at its climax to underline the others' failings in monologue. This isn't the fault of Penélope Cruz, who walks away with the film long before she explains why Rogen and Wilde's marriage is over, but it dislodges the film from its already shaky foundation (an infidelity comedy that won't let its protagonists cheat even when given license, a slow boil towards the revelation of secrets where most of the characters lack discretion or a filter) and makes its message too textual, too bluntly stated, too obvious.
Norton and Rogen are game performers (even if Norton's character gradually becomes irrelevant to the action and is given the classic compensation of a late-game tangent), but I rankled at the repeated nods to Rogen's schlubbiness ("just to be clear, you want to have sex with
me?!?!?") in a movie that otherwise positioned itself as being a little more sophisticated than those kinds of dumb appeals. The weak link among the actors is actually Wilde herself, whose decision to portray her character as a nagging, mannered neurotic is somehow hammier and more tropey than Rogen's overflowing hostility towards his guests.
The movie is also blocked and edited with surprising indifference (or "efficiency," I guess) for a movie that could have benefitted from showiness and meaningful interaction. Whatever actors'-workshop qualities the material contains are undone by Wilde's insistence on filming much of the movie in claustrophobic individual close-ups. Not much of this film about the desperate struggle for intimacy from one's intimate partner contains two people interacting in the same shot; charged conversations are frequently relegated to easy shot-reverse-shots or actors talking to their partners' reflections in mirrors. I think it would have been more interesting to see the actors work through this material in more static, "play-like" master shots than constantly cutting between center-framed reactions and interjections.
One of the worst offenders along these lines is the final scene, where Wilde has set up a nice, aesthetically pleasing shot (a gradual zoom in on her and Rogen sharing a moment of intimacy at a piano) and clearly filmed multiple takes all the way through, but where a number of redundant close-ups of the two (and their hand doubles, I guess) have been inserted. Why do this? It ruins a natural and cinematic emotional build-up in favor of purposelessly jerking us between distance and closeness.
I wish Wilde had been confident enough in this shot to let it play uninterrupted - of all the creative choices she's made, why walk over
this one? Hopefully her ability to at least create the right kind of images, if not to present them in the right order, portends that she has a good movie in her that will someday manifest (though given that her next projects are apparently a superhero movie and a "holiday movie" from the scribe of
Booksmart and
Don't Worry Darling, it may not be the next one), but this isn't quite it.