Like a peanut butter and jelly sandwich laced with too many prescription drugs, Suburbicon
might look, sound, and perhaps even taste a little like a Joel
and Ethan Coen
picture because, in a sense, it is. The Minnesota brothers penned the script for this deliciously cruel and acerbically funny 1960s suburban nightmare years ago — something of a surprise given the story’s fixation on building walls and having other people pay for them — before being picked up and brought to life, in all its glory, by George Clooney
In a turn of events worth noting, the film’s publicity (surely amongst the year’s most misleading) hinted that Suburbicon
would be something derivative of those brothers’ more slapstick-leaning ensemble outings (Burn After Reading
, Hail, Caesar!, etc.) but — much to the director’s credit, it must be said — it is, in both content and tone, a far more somber beast.
Based in the titular,