This last was a horrible decision. The theatre there has begun to suck. No AC again, the screen itself had creases, and there were huge "Smoking kills 80L people every year" flashing across, in a movie staged partly in the 60s. So yeah that. Avoid this place in the future if you can.
We went for a late-night show. I was taught by the artists that the director, Edgar Wright has a unique way of making movies. He first finalizes the soundtrack and then weaves the movie around it a la Baby Driver. I will give him that. The music was one plus thing.
In acting, there was the bechara token African-American boyfriend. A few random Mean Girls. Matt Smith was really good. Reminded me of Robbie Rotten from LazyTown.
According to me, Anya Taylor Joy has an issue. Her beautiful big eyes, those exquisite cheekbones, and general demeanour make her look gorgeous af. On top of that, they enable her to pull off gorgeous dresses flawlessly. But she has only a few stock expressions, which are copy-pasted everywhere. Especially from Queen's Gambit.
1. The one where she is high.
2. The one where she is seductive.
3. The one where she attempts to smile while looking upwards to the camera.
4. The one where she barely cries.
But she does these perfectly.
On the other hand (not that there is a competition between the two), Thomasin McKenzie was really really good. She was in Jojo Rabbit too, and I think she is on her way to becoming a future Natalie Portman (not that she will not carve her own identity), but when making future comparative predictions, one has to use present yardsticks.
The visuals and horror are really well done. The social commentary bit was a bit meh. But the psychological fear embodied in the picturization, and one particular scene, where there is the first clash between the ghost-word and the protagonist suddenly makes everything more scar. It forced me to recall this one time I mixed combiflam with alcohol and then I had difficulty in remembering whether I was in a dream or reality. Only the snoring of friends assured me that it was the reality. But that is a different story.
The so-called twist was okayish and fell apart in a drastic realignment and double-twists that is the hallmark of a 'bhelpuri' served in an artisanal boutique restaurant which neither tastes well on the palate nor satisfies the stomach. There was no need to for the ghosts to now ask her to save them (why were they harassing her in the first place), for the ajji (now villain!) to now decide to kill herself after stabbing the boyfriend. And at the end the ghost reappears?
Watch it for the 60s visuals, your yearly dose of Anya and Thomasin’s acting.
Rating: 2 Beards/5
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