WHOSE WORLD IS THIS?: a review of "Don't Worry Darling"

"DON'T WORRY DARLING"
Story by Carey Van Dyke & Shane Van Dyke and Katie Silberman
Screenplay Written by Katie Silberman
Directed by Olivia Wilde
***1/2 (three and a half stars)
RATED R

Friday, June 24, 2022... 

That date will forever be seared into my mind as it was on that very morning that the United States Supreme Court overturned Roe v. Wade, therefore undoing what had been the law of the land for nearly 50 years. It was the proverbial line in the sand, that invisible barrier marked with "BEFORE" and "AFTER." The date where access to an abortion instantly became perilous for those who choose to seek or need one. Furthermore, and regardless of whatever one's view on abortion happen to be, the action on this date effectively announced that women in totality were not human beings deserving of the right to have autonomy over their own bodies. Decisions would have to be made for them by the men in power. 

On that very morning when the news was announced, I was taking my charges in the school aged Summer Camp for our adventure of the day, part of which was spent racing around the lawn of our State Capitol building here in Madison, WI, a location we essentially pass every single day. As the children played, I found myself pausing to regard all of the girls in my class, ranging in ages from 5-9, and all of whom are vibrant, eccentric, challenging, ingratiating, exuberant, gloriously zany and endlessly inventive human begins. I could not help to look at them and suddenly feel a tremendous amount of fear of the world they would potentially grow up into, their natural and completely individualist lights forcibly snuffed out by a world now armed against them for no other reason than their gender. 

For all of the talk about personal rights and freedom, especially during this time of Covid-19 and just the act of wearing a piece of cloth over one's mouth and nose caused conniptions by detractors, what does it mean when one does not possess the autonomy of the bodies in which they were born? If you don't own yourself, freedom is non-existent.

Watching Director Olivia Wilde's second film "Don't Worry Darling," an abrupt stylistic shift from the verbose teen comedy of her debut directorial feature "Booksmart" (2019) to this psychological thriller, I found myself undergoing the same feelings of dread and doom as I felt on that day in June. In many ways, much of what is presented within the film is familiar. Yet, for me, I do not mention this as a criticism for I think what Wilde has achieved is a unnerving fever dream of an experience that meets the moment of the precarious space where women stand within this country when held at the mercy of overly confident men who make the laws certainly, and wish to retain absolute power undeniably. 

I have now seen this film twice and still, I am honestly surprised at the vitriolic tenor of the largely negative reviews the film has received. Yes, we can debate about its sense of originality or lack thereof (which feels to be a moot point in this age of unending sequels, prequels, remakes, reboots, and re-imaginings) but for me, Wilde's film was less about being necessarily original but taking notes from the past to make a statement about the present.   

Set sometime in the 1950's, Olivia Wilde's "Don't Worry Darling" stars Florence Pugh and Harry Styles as young, married couple Alice and Jack Chambers, residents of the idyllic and experimental company town of Victory, California, where the sun always shines, everyone is a snappy dresser, the men work each day while the women tend to their homes and each night is filled with splendid home cooked meals, ever flowing drinks, and wall to wall music and merriment. 

Each day, the men venture to work on the top secret "development of progressive materials" in the outlying desert location of Victory Headquarters, for the mysterious Victory Project, as overseen by Frank (Chris Pine), its enigmatic founder, while the women are instructed to never ask questions and just enjoy and relax into their existence as homemakers in their elegant lifestyles.

But, of course, all is not as it seems...not by a long shot.

After experiencing the odd behaviors of one of her neighbors, which are soon followed by increasing hallucinations and nightmares, Alice suspects a sinister secret is being kept from the residents of Victory by its founder thus rendering this supposed utopia as a certain kind of Hell.

Now, dear readers, if one were to automatically think of Director Bryan Forbes' "The Stepford Wives" (1975)--or Director Frank Oz's 2004 remake--while even regarding the trailers for Olivia Wilde's "Don't Worry Darling," you would not be mistaken or criticized for making the comparison. In fact, for all of the criticism launched against Wilde's film for its lack of originality, I actually counter that perception because I feel that she not only is more than aware of the clear comparisons between the two films, she has in effect leaned into these comparisons heavily to make her own commentary about the place of women in society with similarities and contrasts between the 1970's and the 21st century.  

Yes (and without intentionally producing spoilers), Wilde's "Don't Worry Darling" owes quite a lot of its structure to "The Stepford Wives" with even a dash of Writer/Director Cameron Crowe's "Vanilla Sky" (2001) sprinkled in for good measure and for me, this was not a hindrance. As the late, great Gene Siskel and Roger Ebert used to express, "A film is not always about what it is about. It is about how it is about what it is about." I think that this is the engine at which Olivia Wilde is operating for her film and she is utilizing the familiarity, for herself and the audience, as a means to take us upon an extremely dark ride. 

I really loved how Wilde eschewed with any opening credits and thrust us immediately into a drunken dinner party, already suggesting that this is something of nightly regularity and that also something is decidedly wrong. That sense of unease is ever present. I loved how Wilde essentially did away with exposition and purposefully left holes and breadcrumbs throughout all of which will point towards the ultimate realization of what Victory is while also consistently commenting upon the action as we regard it and the effect was disturbing to stay the least. 

Through out the outstanding work from Wilde's team, which includes Cinematographer Matthew Libatique, Editor Affonso Goncalves, Composer John Powell, and Production Designer Katie Byron, the sheer perfection of Victory is disturbing, the comparative symmetry of watching the husband's cars flow out of their neighborhood cul-de-sac and Alice's creepy Busby Berkeley styled hallucinations are always unsettling and really, listen to the sheer parade of vintage pop songs being pumped into Victory (excellent breadcrumbs) and what of Frank's daily Victory broadcasts, which are either motivational or a form of brainwashing.

Weather never seems to exist as the sun always shines. A constantly pregnant neighbor who seemingly never has any other children. A lifestyle where ever present food, comfort, wine and sexual gratification feels forces you to question if anything is out of love or pacification leading to subjugation. Alice's odyssey throughout "Don't Worry Darling" is its own nightmarish wonderland where power, control and bodily autonomy itself are all in the balance. Through the familiar aesthetics and jet fueled by Florence Pugh's terrific leading performance, Olivia Wilde has fashioned a film that works within its own dream logic to address real world nightmares, especially as any victories of the feminist movement during the 1970's has given to our current regressive politics and right wing attitudes towards women in 2022.

There is a joke meme that I have seen as of late which is essentially, "If I only had the confidence of a mediocre White man." Think of that as you regard Wilde's film. Take note of the emasculation fear mongering the likes of Tucker Carlson performs every night upon his television show and think of that as we regard Frank and the men of Victory. Regard the sequence during which Jack receives a major Victory promotion during a swanky banquet and is then asked (or forced?) to perform a "celebratory" dance on stage all the while looking like a madhouse marionette (truly Harry Styles' best scene in the film) and just think of how something like fascism happens, how it recruits, and how it keeps subjects tethered. 

I think, whether obvious or not, there is more going on in this film that it has been given credit for and all of the muckraking in the press over all of the behind the scenes turmoil during and post production benefits no one and frankly, stifles and undercuts Olivia Wilde's storytelling vision as well as her position as a filmmaker...and considering what transpires within the film, this feels a little more than uncomfortably fitting. 

Olivia Wilde's "Don't Worry Darling" got under my skin. And after everything that transpires within the film, I think it is the final sound that we hear before the end credits that perhaps rattled me the most. For never do I wish for any woman, and definitely not the girls I care for presently, to ever feel that the lives they are leading reach the point where that sound has to be made. 

TESTAMENT FOR THE KING: a review of "Black Panther: Wakanda Forever"

 

"BLACK PANTHER: WAKANDA FOREVER"
Based upon the Marvel Comics series created by Stan Lee and Jack Kirby
Story by Ryan Coogler
Screenplay Written by Ryan Coogler and Joe Robert Cole
Directed by Ryan Coogler
**** (four stars)
RATED PG 13

Bless you, Ryan Coogler. For your passion and determination, certainly. For the veritable ocean of love poured into this experience, unquestionably. 

It truly feels like the impossible has been made possible as Writer/Director Ryan Coogler, the architect behind "Black Panther" (2018), the greatest film in the entire Marvel Cinematic Universe canon, in my opinion, has astonishingly crafted and delivered an even more soul stirring experience and while faced when conceivably insurmountable odds. The utter shock of the death of Chadwick Boseman. King T'Challa himself, after a private battle with colon cancer in August 2020, felt to derail any possibilities of a second chapter and if there were none to be made, then so be it. Yet, Coogler remained intrepid, regrouped, carried onward and ultimately created a work that felt to be birthed from the communion of his spirit and Boseman's, with whom he had developed a close friendship. 

Ryan Coogler's "Black Panther: Wakanda Forever," is the rare sequel, especially in our time of constant sequels, prequels, remakes, reboots and re-imaginings, that truly feels as if it was birthed through a purpose that exceeds itself far beyond anything solely commercial and cynical. In my original review of Coogler's "Black Panther," (housed in the February 2018 section of this blogsite) I remarked that the film felt to be the first Marvel film that was actually about something, ascending itself far above heroes and villains with subject matter pertaining towards, but not limited to, Black excellence. Black nationalism, and Afro-futurism as presented as a dream world of an uncolonized, technologically advanced African landscape and how that contrasts with the plight and displacement of colonized African-Americans. 

With "Black Panther: Wakanda Forever," Ryan Coogler has taken everything we loved about the original film and has extended and deepened his palate into something so specific to the Black experience plus experiences of the marginalized communities of color to the universal and primal emotions the human community experience when grieving and mourning. In essence, through immense tragedy, Ryan Coogler dug deeper than ever before and emerged with a testament of towering strength and emotion, propelling itself far from its MCU brethren and into an artistic statement, a kinetic, operatic, and shatteringly poetic installment that exists within its own triumphant lane. 

I will keep plot details to a minimum so as to to produce spoilers. Our story of "Black Panther: Wakanda Forever" begins with grave solemnity as we and the characters are greeted with the death of King T'Challa. As T'Challa family and friends plus all of Wakanda reels from tragedy and attempts to continue onwards in the face of personal and national grief, a new threat arises in the form of the ankle winged Sub-Mariner himself, King Namor (played by Tenoch Huerta Mejia), ruler of the underwater civilization of Talocan, housed directly beneath Wakanda.

Even moreso than its predecessor, "Black Panther: Wakanda Forever" is majestic and mountainous, visually, artistically, sonically, philosophically, spiritually, and most importantly, humanely. While there are conceptual and story threads that link and further extend the MCU as a whole, Ryan Coogler, working so beautifully with his superlative cast and crew are firmly rooted within their collective communion of grief and tribute to Chadwick Boseman, that the film truly operates at a completely higher level. If the first film represented itself at a peak of quality, then this new film showcases Coogler's vision ascending to an even greater peak ensuring that "Black Panther: Wakanda Forever" never exists as "just another Marvel movie" or "the next Marvel movie" but defiantly as a full, enriching, enveloping artistic statement upon its own considerable merits.  

The presentation is astounding, and just as with the first film, Coogler's world building is so resplendent and complete that it would be impossible to digest every detail within one sitting. The fictional world of Wakanda has grown even more lush and labyrinthine, so effectively that the lines of fantasy and reality are considerably blurred further...or perhaps, my wishes for Wakanda to being a real place have grown stronger. 

To that end, the film allows Coogler to envision and deliver a tremendous effort at world building, especially when adding in the underwater realm of Talocan. Just as Wakanda immerses itself in the colors, iconography, clothing, dialects and history to depict the uncolonized Africa, Coogler and his team perform the same feat when imagining Talocan, which is a hybrid mixture of Mesoamerican and Mayan cultures. Tremendous praise must be showered upon Costume Designer Ruth Carter plus Cinematographer Autumn Durald Arkapaw and good Lord, Composer Ludwig Goransson (might this be his finest score?) for truly showing the efforts of their talents and they extended of themselves to reach for greatness. 

In addition to the building of two distinct worlds, Ryan Coogler has also grown much ore comfortable with the handling of visual effects and larger scaled and unquestionably more complicated action sequences and large scaled set pieces, conjuring one image after another that never exists as CGI bombast or bludgeoning incoherence. He has amassed a vision that exudes an operatic heft which always resonates powerfully and emotionally, while shaking the confines of the movie theater walls. 

It is that specific quality that allows "Black Panther: Wakanda Forever" to transcend the MCU and its own genre for it is an experience bathed in mourning and tribute to the character of T'Challa and his real world conduit, Chadwick Bosemean. It is evident that Ryan Coogler, his cast and crew KNEW that if they were to proceed with a new installment, it would have to be an experience worthy of the one who is no longer present in the flesh. It could not be an experience that was simply OK or a placeholder for the next Marvel movie. It HAD to be of value and of worth to the man, again as a character and as a human being in reality, fur the film is about his presence in its absence. How his life and the threads he weaved through the connections he made in life, affect everyone and everything now that he is gone. 

Throughout Wakanda and its inhabitants, from the characters of Wakandian Queen and T'halla's Mother, Ramonda (the ever regal Angela Bassett), T'Challa's sister and scientific genius Shuri (Letitia Wright), his lover and Wakandian spy Nakia (Lupito Nyong'o), Dora Milaje General and trusted ally Okoye (Danai Gurira) and leader of the Jabari mountain tribe, M'Baku (Winston Duke), "Black Panther: Wakanda Forever" is a film, about grief and the grieving process. All of the characters are given space to explore how they process and attempt to reconfigure their place in the world without T'Challa and it is uncanny with how there is an intimacy along with sequences and monologues that touch upon the Shakespearean. 

The moments when the film grows quiet, where it feels like we are gaining insight into the actor's otherwise private feelings regarding Chadwick Boseman's passing, we in the audience are also allow to process our own feelings whether regarding what Boseman meant to us or even our mourning for those we have lost in or real lives. It is a daring balancing act that Ryan Coogler honors beautifully and never allows the super heroics and pyrotechnics to overshadow, especially within its opening and closing scenes that so elegant in their poetic humanity.     

Further still, and through means of the very representation which always matters (especially in our current era of extremely loud and open racism and social/political violence against communities of color), his sense of metaphor and allegory remains strongly intact and again gives the film a greater purpose than just being about heroes and villains. 

Just as with the first film, we explore the relationship between the culture uncolonized Africans and colonized African-Americans who have been disconnected from our own sense of culture, history and legacy. Through Namor and his kingdom, Coogler explores a community of color that has been fully displaced and then forced to reinvent elsewhere, in this case, underneath Wakanda, this creating the metaphorical hierarchy, which itself created the conflict between the two nations and even further, extends from the consequences of T'Challa's nobility by ceasing Wakanda's existence as an isolationist society and an active part of the global community overall. 

Coogler then further explores that very Dr. Martin Luther King Jr./Malcom X dichotomy while acknowledging that both men and the philosophies they lived by were exceedingly more complex and nuanced than ever given credit for. Now that T'Challa is gone, how should Wakanda proceed as a nation? What is Black nationalism and therefore, Black militarism? Should two marginalized communities merge and formulate an alliance, in what purpose should such an alliance exist? In one of collaboration and solidarity, aiding in each other's self preservation and ascension? Or in contention and vengeance, always at the ready for revenge filled retribution towards each other (knowing such a conflict only benefits the dominant society) as well as against the dominant society? 

Even further still, so richly, and without calling obvious attention to itself, Ryan Cogler's "Black Panther: Wakanda Forever" is a celebration and tribute to Black women, the pillars of our communities and even society itself as Black women have been pivotal to the preservation of our American democracy time and time and time again. Coogler gives us a tapestry of Black women in royalty, Black Women of Science, Black women as warriors, Black woman as teachers, and all of them function as Black women as LEADERS who are the collective heart and soul of Wakanda (and the film itself) for it does not exist without any of them. 

It feels fitting that in a film that stars Wakanda, a mythical world  once isolated from the rest of the world, plus the even more mythical landscape of Talocan hidden underneath, Ryan Coogler's "Black Panther: Wakanda Forever" should stand above and apart from its Marvel companions. Coogler has gifted us with a film that stands by itself so proudly and in such tremendous reverence to Chadwick Boseman and as it should. It would have been so easy to recast the role and be done with it, and hw mercenary an act that would have been. Thankfully, Coogler, his cast and crew dug as deeply as and properly, especially in a film that surrounds itself with concepts of family, legacy, traditions, and how we honor all those who came before. These artists stood upon the shoulders of the memory of and love for Boseman to give of themselves to make a film that stands in tribute to what he meant to them as well as to us. We grieve alongside our cast and their characters, and in doing so, our tears are shared as we are also thrust into a story that resonates with representation, revolution and spiritual resolution. 

There are good movies. There are bad movies. There are good to great Marvel movies and there are...um...not so good Marvel movies. Ryan Coogler's "Black Panther: Wakanda Forever is a GREAT MOVIE, a towering achievement and one of 2022's very best films.