Evil holds hands with the blessed in a colourful patchwork quilt that fails to gain momentum.
The wrong arm of the law: Sebastian Stan
There’s lashings of atmosphere in Antonio Campos’s
adaptation of Donald Ray Pollock’s 2011 novel. You feel like you could just reach
your hand into the screen and flick aside a mosquito or inhale the aroma of
Southern pine. Pollock himself provides the backwoods voice-over, dotting his
lethargic drawl with words and phrases like “piddlin’,” “dumb luck” and,
descriptively, “sick fuck.” It’s a laidback, avuncular tour of evil doings in
Ohio and West Virginia. Campos, who previously directed Rebecca Hall in the true-life
character study Christine (2017), has
gathered a stellar cast here to flesh out his colourful characters, and there’s
plenty of acting to go round. But besides the protagonist Arvin Eugene Russell
(Tom Holland), everyone is either on the take or on their knees praying to the
glory of God. In fact it’s really God All the Time, as the good folk of West
Virginia and Ohio deploy the Good Lord as a currency for their bad deeds. One
man sacrifices the family dog so that God will cure his ailing wife, while
another kills his wife to illustrate his faith in the Lord. And sometimes God
is just an excuse to deflower a young maiden.
Things start going wrong for Willard Russell (Bill Skarsgård),
Arvin's father, when he sees a colleague literally crucified by the Japanese during
World War II. And so the cross becomes a motif for the misapplication of
religion. There’s Carl Henderson (Jason Clarke), who boasts of his time as a
teacher in Sunday school not long before shooting a hitchhiker between the
eyes. And a Satanic Robert Pattinson plays a preacher who is not so much a
snake as the Serpent in the Garden of Eden. And Patterson takes as much delight
in his Southern vowels as did Daniel Craig in Knives Out.
While the novel was divided into six parts, the story strands
of the film are more of a mix and match affair, which rather puts the brake on
any narrative momentum. While there’s plenty to divert the attention along the
way, one does wonder where the hell all of this is going. It’s rich in detail
and Southern Gothic ambiance, but there’s little pace or evenness of tone. Consequently,
it’s hard to empathise with any one character – not even the grown-up Arvin
Eugene Russell – or to really believe in any of them. As backwoods killing
sprees go, Fargo was the master for
sheer entertainment value, while Walter Hill’s Southern Comfort (1981) rightfully remains a favourite among genre
fans. This shaggy dog tale fills the time nicely enough, and should give
another leg-up to Tom Holland’s increasingly impressive career, but the film
lacks suspense and a lightness of touch, in spite of the good performances. The
real stars, though, are production designer Craig Lathrop and the ever-excellent
cinematographer Lol Crawley.
JAMES CAMERON-WILSON
Cast: Tom Holland,
Bill Skarsgård, Riley Keough, Jason Clarke, Sebastian Stan, Haley Bennett, Harry
Melling, Eliza Scanlen, Mia Wasikowska, Robert Pattinson, Douglas Hodge, Kristin
Griffith, Pokey LaFarge, Michael Banks Repeta, Ever Eloise Landrum, Abby
Glover, Drew Starkey, Michael Harding, Jason Collett, and the voice of Donald Ray Pollock as
narrator.
Dir Antonio Campos,
Pro Jake Gyllenhaal, Riva Marker, Randall
Poster and Max Born, Screenplay Antonio
Campos and Paulo Campos, from the novel by Donald Ray Pollock, Ph Lol Crawley, Pro Des Craig Lathrop, Ed
Sofía Subercaseaux, Music Danny Bensi
and Saunder Jurriaans, Costumes Emma
Potter, Dialect coach Rick Lipton.
Nine Stories Productions/Bronx Moving Company-Netflix.
138 mins. USA. 2020. Rel: 16 September 2020. Available on Netflix. Cert. 18.