Honestly, the relatively high rating of "Aftersun" is baffling to me. The director, Charlotte Wells, revels in wasting the audience's time.
While there's plenty to like in this film (not the least of which is its relatively accurate portrayal of depression), it's accomplished at such a meandering, slow pace that it makes one wonder if this couldn't have been a 30-minute short rather than a feature. While I understand that the intent is to be slow (after all, the slow passage of time can be a symptom of depression) the overuse of this practice places the film in a rare category for me: boring.
I, myself, and countless others around me have struggled with depression, and far be it from me to diminish those struggles, but the self-indulgent nature of "Aftersun" seems to serve the director more than it serves the emotional arc or the audience. Ultimately, I found this film to be disrespectful of the time the audience devoted to it.
I understand the knee-jerk reaction to this review may be to posit that slow-burn films are not down my alley. Quite the contrary, I love works like "Nebraska", "Before Midnight", "The Trip", and "Wit". And on that note, one aspect I did appreciate was the film's attempt to show formative moments in young Sophie's life. In this way "Aftersun" feels like a female rendition of "Boyhood", the only issue is the film lacks the forward propulsion to make it nearly as impactful and far-reaching.
Do not get me wrong-as a first-time feature director Wells has strong intention and clear emotional direction, but she was clearly not prepared to make a narrative feature or was conceited enough to believe that merely translating one's own vacation drama should qualify as sufficiently engaging.
While there's plenty to like in this film (not the least of which is its relatively accurate portrayal of depression), it's accomplished at such a meandering, slow pace that it makes one wonder if this couldn't have been a 30-minute short rather than a feature. While I understand that the intent is to be slow (after all, the slow passage of time can be a symptom of depression) the overuse of this practice places the film in a rare category for me: boring.
I, myself, and countless others around me have struggled with depression, and far be it from me to diminish those struggles, but the self-indulgent nature of "Aftersun" seems to serve the director more than it serves the emotional arc or the audience. Ultimately, I found this film to be disrespectful of the time the audience devoted to it.
I understand the knee-jerk reaction to this review may be to posit that slow-burn films are not down my alley. Quite the contrary, I love works like "Nebraska", "Before Midnight", "The Trip", and "Wit". And on that note, one aspect I did appreciate was the film's attempt to show formative moments in young Sophie's life. In this way "Aftersun" feels like a female rendition of "Boyhood", the only issue is the film lacks the forward propulsion to make it nearly as impactful and far-reaching.
Do not get me wrong-as a first-time feature director Wells has strong intention and clear emotional direction, but she was clearly not prepared to make a narrative feature or was conceited enough to believe that merely translating one's own vacation drama should qualify as sufficiently engaging.
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