This film is a confirmation that Aster has a talent significantly beyond that of his peers (the repetitive, smirking Lanthimos; the clunky, uninspired Eggers) while also making me question if he’ll make any more films I truly enjoy as a whole.
Midsommar is still his only fully formed work, because it carefully builds its rhythms from beginning to end and because he found the proper distance for his irony. Maybe that was thanks to working with his most generic material to date and to putting a sympathetic, emotionally grounded character at the center, while the anxious, cruel Aster men are merely counterpoint. His filmmaking style is potently subjective, which can be a limitation and a liability as much as a strength.
Eddington is a third of good set-up of ensemble drama at the beginning, a third of a very well-crafted grotesque action film at the end, and a middle that connects the two with a lot of awkward jumps and filler. I still found it compelling overall, but lacking in follow through on nearly any of its good moments and ideas. The leap from the first to the third section diminishes both, as the character drama is undercut by outrageous, facilely symbolic conclusions, while the anxious intensity of the climax is only given enough space to feel like a Hollywood concession to the horror crowd instead of a real nightmare like
Beau is Afraid. (Then again, I thought that movie was great for about 30 minutes, until it exhausted its main idea and could only repeat itself, so maybe Aster realizes that this mode is not sustainable for very long.)
I don’t think
Eddington is as guilty of both-sidesism in its portraiture as people on the internet are mad about, with the whole film something of a gauntlet of mostly self-inflicted humiliation for Phoenix’s character — and does it really need to be pointed out to you that being pretentious young white activists, even condescending, goofy ones like the movie scores quick points on, is not on the same plane as, like, exploiting survivors of assault or committing murder? I think Aster’s script actually does have a solid point of view while working overtime to avoid easy fingerpointing. Sometimes that’s with profit, as in the joke that whether it’s Facebook data centers or Bitcoin, the left and the right are both cluelessly getting used by big tech, and other times it results in egregious shortcuts, like how the town happens to have the least armed, manned, and funded police force in all of America, or how a feminist student is supposedly impressed with a young man next to her at a protest calling a woman with mental health problems a “crazy bitch.” Again, the scrutiny of this sort of nitpicking is opened up by the context of what’s set up for a lot of the movie as credible drama — until Aster throws it away and dazzles us.
Re: the Butler discussion…
Apologies if this reading is obvious, but no one has touched on one of the more compelling aspects of this thread yet. The movie implies that Stone was raped by her father when she was young and since her mother knew about it and still protects his legacy as a great man, it makes her QAnon tendencies little more than a projection. She’s upset that Stone has turned the anger onto her and her husband instead of onto shadowy government puppetmasters. What Butler is selling is blatant conspiratorial garbage, but it strikes a deep chord with Stone because it’s playing into her real, buried pain. In what I also think is a great pair of scenes, in concurrence with blus, Phoenix correctly sees through Butler right away but is too maladroit and self-involved to counter his seductive tactics, and makes the situation worse instead of trying to better understand what’s going on with his wife. He seems to realize Stone’s father was the one who impregnated her and tries to ask her about it as she’s falling asleep. Since she doesn’t respond, he instead invents a less disturbing, more useful lie for himself, covering up what he suspects by wrongly blaming it all on Pascal.