Beatriz
at Dinner *** / ****
Directed
by: Miguel
Arteta
Written
by: Mike
White.
Starring:
Salma
Hayek (Beatriz), John Lithgow (Doug), Connie Britton (Kathy), Jay Duplass
(Alex), Amy Landecker (Jeana), Chloe Sevigny (Shannon), David Warshofsky
(Grant), John Early (Evan).
The filmmakers behind Beatriz at
the Dinner – the talented writer/director duo of Mike White and Miguel Arteta –
could not possibly have known just how relevant Beatriz at Dinner would be when
they made the film. It premiered at Sundance after all, just a few months after
Donald Trump won the election, but before he was sworn in. They knew, of course,
that the national discourse was devolving, but they couldn’t possibly know it
would go this far down. That timeliness works in Beatriz at Dinner’s favor,
particularly because the film is rather thin in other respects, and needs that
to give it a boost. I do wish that they had gone a little more biting here in
their condemnation, because as it stands, I think it lets some people off the
hook too easily. Still, it’s a fine film, with two standout performances.
The film stars Salma Hayek as the
title character – a (legal) Mexican immigrant, working in L.A. as a “healer” of
sorts – she does massages, but also more than that. She is at the expansive
home of Kathy (Connie Britton) and Grant (David Warshofsky) – to give Kathy a
massage before their big dinner party. The previous year, Beatriz had worked
with the couple’s daughter – who then had cancer, but is now in remission – and
Kathy is still grateful to her. Grant, not so much. When Beatriz’s car breaks
down, and it will take a while for her friend to show up and help her with it,
Kathy invites her to stay for the fancy dinner party. The other party guests
are two other coupes – spineless, entitled corporate lawyer Alex (Jay Duplass)
and his wife Shannon (Chloe Sevigny) and a Donald Trump-like land developer,
Doug (John Lithgow) and his third wife, Jeana (Amy Landecker). As the dinner
moves along, Beatriz finds it harder and harder to hold her tongue and the bile
that Doug is spurting out – and eventually the dinner party devolves into a
parade of awkwardness.
Hayek is great here – as she does
every so often when given the right role, she shows what a great actress she
can be if given the chance. Sure, she’s able to spew out the word motherfucker
as good as anyone – as she showed in The Hitman’s Bodyguard – but there is more
nuance to her work when given the right role. Here, she is more dressed down
than I think I’ve ever seen her – playing almost a Mexican hippie, at one with
the earth, and others around her. Of course, she hates Doug and everything he
stands for – his hotels hurt the earth, and often those who live close by. Doug
is an entitled, asshole – he takes responsibility for nothing, and doesn’t care.
Yes, there is a degree of Donald Trump in him – but Lithgow makes him more
charming than Trump could ever hope to be. He’s an asshole, knows it, and doesn’t
much care. The only sympathetic character in the film other than Beatriz is
Britton’s Kathy – who really is trying her best to walk the tight rope between
these two sides, and is put in an impossible situation. The two other men are
too busy kissing up to Doug to care if he’s an asshole – and their wives don’t either
(I do wish the film had given something, anything to do for the talented
Sevigny and Landecker – who are basically playing caricatures out of a Real
Housewives show).
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