Olivia Coleman

  • The Lost Daughter (2021)

    (Netflix Streaming, July 2022) Slow-moving psychological dramas aren’t my style, and The Lost Daughter tested me. The first film written and directed by Maggie Gyllenhaal (working from a novel) is about motherhood but not the kind of stereotypical motherhood held up as ideal. No, in this case we follow the summertime adventures of an accomplished academic as she experiences the lifestyle of the Greek island she’s visiting, and flashes back to her own progressively unhappy experiences as a young woman. Olivia Coleman stars and features a typically finely honed performance, alongside such notables as Dakota Johnson, Ed Harris, and Peter Sarsgaard. From a certain viewpoint, The Lost Daughter is a successful film: it’s generally well directed, offers a strong showcase for its actors and delves into unconventional topics that are not seldom tackled. But the same film excels in a very specific niche that may not appeal widely: it’s slow-moving, and showcases a rather unlikable protagonist while remaining uninterested in any kind of moral condemnation or celebration. Much of the action being an internal character study, it’s not a film made for suspense or action. And then there’s the Hollywood-dynasty pedigree of its writer-director. In other words—you can see exactly how the film would appeal to critics and the Academy and understand why it ended up with a very long list of accolades—including three Oscar nominations. That doesn’t make it a crowd-pleaser, though: The Lost Daughter’s glum, unsentimental, naturalistic style takes patience and a specific kind of mood to appreciate.

  • The Favourite (2018)

    The Favourite (2018)

    (On Cable TV, September 2019) Just as I had given up on writer-director Yorgos Lanthimos after the exasperation of The Lobster and The Killing of a Sacred Deer, here comes The Favourite to make me think that I may have a bit too quick to judge. Reinvigorating the historical genre through a lesbian love triangle, crude language, and fisheye lenses, this is a costume drama like few others, and it has the qualities of its flaws and vice versa. Very loosely adapted from history (in which, yes, there was a weak queen served by a close strong-willed confidante who was eventually replaced by a younger and more servile favourite—the rest is conjecture), The Favourite doesn’t play by the rules of traditional royal court dramas. Our three lead characters (all women—also something unusual) eventually become involved in a love triangle, with the two royal confidantes sparing no underhanded tricks to try to eliminate the other from the queen’s affections. The dialogues feel modern with copious use of expletives, and the visual style uses aggressively wide-angle lenses to isolate the characters in the middle of immense rooms and landscapes. It’s definitely a deliberate aesthetics, and I can’t blame anyone for not hopping aboard. Even on a script level, The Favourite is not a mild-mannered film: it’s aggressive, crude, spectacularly bitchy at times. Rachel Weisman and Emma Stone are strong as the contenders to the title of the favourite, but it’s Olivia Coleman who impresses with a deliberately imperfect character, powerful yet impotent. I was gradually charmed by the result despite being not-that-happy with many of the choices on display here. My appreciation for the film even grew two sizes larger the next day, as a comparative viewing of the near-contemporary Mary Queen of Scots made me appreciate the daring nature of The Favourite even more. Okay, Lanthimos, you’re got me interested in your next film now.