Sarah Paulson

  • Run (2020)

    Run (2020)

    (Netflix Streaming, October 2021) I’ve been watching many underwhelming or mediocre thrillers lately, and just as I was thinking that I was becoming overly jaded, here comes Run to remind me of what works in a thriller. It does begin with a striking image, that of a newborn being revived by doctors. It doesn’t get any less troubling in the next few moments, as the showy direction portends much worse to come, but then we skip to years later, in an isolated rural house, where a bright young disabled homeschooled teenager is waiting for her college admission letters and wondering how she’ll fare once out of her comfortable environment. Alas, this is when various incidents and odd bits of information have her questioning what her mother is doing to prevent her from ever leaving. The twist in store for us is not that original (and poses vexing questions about some of what we see early in the film), but the way of getting there is a thrill ride. It starts with a likable protagonist: Kiera Allen is a revelation as the protagonist, whose bright and likable nature gets stronger in each scene. There’s obviously a mystery running thought Run, as our protagonist, once kept carefully ignorant in her domestic bubble, starts discovering more and more unsettling revelations about the pills she gets and the circumstances of her early life. There’s a bravura sequence in which she escapes to get an answer from a pharmacy that cleverly shows the balance of suspense, pacing and occasional dark humour that the film manages to create. Writer-director Aneesh Chaganty finds a good balance between showy and straightforward direction and has fun playing with his own script (co-written by Sev Ohanian, who co-wrote another recent hit with Searching). Sarah Paulson is suitably kind and menacing in the role of the mother. It all ends with a very nice final sequence, further cementing the film’s success as a thriller. A modest but confident thriller, Run is a nice surprise even for jaded viewers.

  • Glass (2019)

    Glass (2019)

    (On Cable TV, October 2019) Movie reviewers have been saying for decades that you can never know what to expect from writer/direct M. Night Shyamalan, but that statement circa-2019 means something very different than what it did back in the early-2000s. It was about plot twists back then, but it’s about overall film quality right now: While Shyamalan’s work is now generally better than his 2002–2014 nosedive, his last few movies have been sharply uneven even within themselves, with his clever direction often fighting against his own exasperating writing. Glass is the latest case study—a disappointing third entry in a trilogy that should have been left as two disconnected first instalments. Here the main characters of Unbreakable and Split are brought together by shadowy operatives trying to prove that they’re mistaken about thinking of themselves as super-powered. The good news, I suppose, is that Shyamalan’s direction is usually effective, that Bruce Willis, Samuel L. Jackson and James McAvoy deliver good performances, and that the first hour of the film has its moments even if it appears to be wasting everyone’s time by trying to prove that a superhero film isn’t about superheroes. By trying to ground itself in psychological thrills, Glass almost becomes a bore until it gets down to business. Then the last third of the film starts and viewers must buckle down for a climax that throws away three films’ worth of built-up credibility. Not only does Shyamalan make sure to double underline every belated clever idea he may have had about comic books (perhaps he hasn’t noticed that, in the meantime, nearly everyone in the entire moviegoing universe has become a comic-book expert), he squanders away a lot of goodwill (for instance by killing a major character by drowning him in a puddle) and concludes on a self-satisfied note that will feel jejune to many viewers. Glass does have a few good ideas, but the way it gets at them is either wasteful or ineffective. Sarah Paulson holds her own against the established actors of the series, but the biggest problem here is once again Shyamalan-the-writer undermining anything that Shyamalan-the-director can do. Frankly, Glass isn’t nearly as innovative as it thinks in bringing back superheroes in the real world through psychobabble, skepticism, and dull colours: there are several handfuls of other movies having attempted the same since Unbreakable, and often in a way that doesn’t have viewers feeling as if they’re the chumps.