The Main Reason to Watch I Care a Lot Is Rosamund Pike – Vulture

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The main reason to watch I Care a Lot, J Blakesons twisty thriller now on Netflix, is Rosamund Pike. The film around her character, Marla Grayson, is a bit of a monster in the old sense of the word, in that it has the body of one beast and the tail of another. I Care a Lot wants to race along like a caper movie; it wants to sting like a satire. But it often winds up fighting itself, paralyzed by its own toxin.

Marlas grift is (mostly) legal elder abuse. She bribes a physician to say an elderly patient is mentally unfit, then she persuades a judge to appoint her as the seniors guardian. In one fell swoop, Marla gets the power to put her wards away in a nursing home, where she can control them totally, from limiting their visitors to liquidating their bank balances. She uses the proceeds to pay herself, and the money rolls in. You might think that Marla, who needs to pull the wool over peoples eyes, would come to court in sheeps clothing, but no. When we see her twisting the system round her finger, Pikes hair slices sharply enough across her cheekbones to draw blood. She looks like the dragon-lady boss in a 90s corporate thriller, a stalking predator in a bloodred dress.

She and her lover-slash-assistant, Fran (Eiza Gonzlez), are waiting for a cherry, an older person with a fat bank account and no nosy family, someone they can park in a home and suck dry. One day, thanks to corrupt Dr. Amos (Alicia Witt), a sweet little old lady named Jennifer (Diane Wiest) drops into their laps. In a montage, we see how the scam works, how Marla blizzards Jennifer with documentation and official language, how swiftly the older womans phone and autonomy are taken away. But Jennifer is less alone and less sweet than she seems, and the folks that come to find her include an irritated gangster, played by Peter Dinklage.

This sets up a battle royal that also turns out to be, approximately, a battle of the sexes. Marla refuses to be intimidated by threats or even harm; she sneers at any man who tries it. She and Fran and Dr. Amos (and a few other obliging professional women) are competent in their monstrous efforts, while Dinklages gang is populated by nearly all male ding-dongs, bruisers accustomed to winning on the first swing. Unfortunately, Wiest is sidelined by the film, despite being its prize. During a lull in the action, theres a tremendous scene in which Jennifer, dazed by overmedication, has a tense conversation with Marla, her guardian-robber. Jennifers gaze wanders, then sharpens. Deep in her eyes, a shark rises up from the dark. We wonder could it be that it takes an old predator to bring down a young one? But the plot turns instead towards Dinklage and Pike and their increasingly Rube Goldbergian plans, and Wiest slips away again, back to the dramaturgical depths.

Blakeson, who also made The Disappearance of Alice Creed, is interested in the violent Absurd, so here he follows the Coen brothers in their Burn After Reading mode, stylizing for all hes worth. His heavy hand does sometimes shake. Blakeson is British, and in sending up American evils, he dresses his characters as cartoonishly as panto villains: In order that we understand him to be a baddie, Chris Messina, a mobbed-up lawyer, wears a pinkie ring and a watch chain and a three-piece-suit made from upholstery fabric. Pikes lipstick is so intensely red, her mouth becomes the focal point of any shot she appears in not her eyes, which are often hidden behind mirrored sunglasses. And Dinklage and his team owe some of their stylings to other Coen Brothers films and their physical-comedy influences: They bobble weapons, hurl smoothies, and wear costumes so loud I apologized to my downstairs neighbor.

Some will find this cartoon toxicity entertaining, but I couldnt reconcile the films very different registers. Essentially, there are two films here fighting it out. First, theres a horror film about the way we exploit and ignore the elderly, particularly frightening because its true. Blakesons script does a good job of demonstrating how Pikes corporate-speak pseudo-compassion makes the court system comfortable: Her cool professionalism reassures the judge, whereas other, messier interests like her wards families unnerve him with their emotions. Theres no way to argue once Marlas got you in her coils, because arguing only makes you seem unstable. All it takes is one overburdened judge (Isiah Whitlock, Jr.), a slimy nursing-home director (Damian Young), and Marla to twist the care industry into a Kafkaesque labyrinth. In this, the movie is grave and real and nauseating. The film has tons of guns and near escapes, but no shot is as frightening as Jennifers soft face, crumpling when she realizes her nurse would rather sedate her than listen.

The second film is a glossy, aerodynamic caper, full of disposable buffoons with pistols and pastries (both equally loved) and a grifter overreaching her con. Clearly, when everybodys wicked, you can dole out the mayhem with an easy spirit! In early scenes, Blakeson asks Dinklage to play it broad, a direction Dinklage takes perhaps too well, and action scenes turn slapstick. I Care a Lot is concerned with surfaces and style, part of a long tradition of goofball gangster pictures. And Marlas voice-over at the beginning of the film establishes that she sees herself as a scrappy, up-from-the-bottom antihero. Playing fair is a joke invented by rich people to keep the rest of us poor, she says, which would certainly excuse a bit of light drug dealing or an insurance swindle or three. But Marla is assaulting the elderly, isolating them, mass-neglecting them. Whoops! The first film does so well at evoking genuine horror, it fills the second films balloon with lead.

Pike is such a good performer that she can actually play in all the movies Blakeson is jamming together here. Shes got the ice she showed in Gone Girl, the battlefield tenderness of Hostiles, and the grit she manifested in A Private War. She and Messina go mano a mano in a nicely charged scene, when Marla keeps flash-freezing the lawyers oleaginous attempts at negotiation. He oozes; she zaps him. He oozes a little more, and the room starts to frost. Considering the strength of this scene and the showdown with Wiest, its strange that Blakeson so rarely lets his wonderful cast just sit down and talk. In the end, he has made a film in which plot machinery overwhelms character and meaning and for that specific kind of narrative engine to work, the audience does need to be invested in whether plans either succeed or fail. We dont need to like what a movies characters do, but our hearts need to beat a little faster when they attempt it. My pulse stayed steady: I Care a Lot made it impossible to care at all.

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