After a long and cold two semesters in Ithaca, where the closest non-arthouse theater is a semi-abandoned mall Regal that always felt just a couple bus stops too far away, I arrived home ready, more than anything else, for the summer movie season. And from the vantage point of a return to campus life (albeit a non-Ithaca campus due to study abroad), the season and its hits didn’t disappoint. Unfortunately, this was the first time I was left a bit cold by a Wes Anderson movie, finding the emotional beats unable to overcome the film’s obsession with artifice. Without that emotionally resonant center, I found the whole film collapsed a bit on its own premise. Ultimately, not even the goofily telegraphed Twilight Zone-esque conclusion can save Talk to Me, an elevated horror film that does nothing but drag the genre away from Hell.

Source: Daily Sun August 25, 2023 02:44 UTC