He wears his French New Wave/Cassavetes influences on his sleeve here, too bad he's wearing a pretentious long-sleeved turtleneck. Nepotistic director Sam Levinson did some good work on Euphoria, but I have to say the acting was what climbed out of his need to shove every word in the dictionary through their mouths. Same goes with this film, although far more self-indulgent and frustratingly hilarious to watch. The acting is good but not good enough to climb out of the word weeds. Opinions?
Review of Malcolm & Marie
