Greta *** ½ / *****
Directed by: Neil Jordan.
Written by: Ray Wright
and Neil Jordan.
Starring: Isabelle Huppert (Greta
Hideg), Chloë Grace Moretz (Frances McCullen), Maika Monroe (Erica Penn),
Colm
Feore (Chris McCullen), Zawe Ashton (Alexa Hammond), Stephen Rea (Brian Cody).
I’m not
sure if Neil Jordan’s Greta is actually a good version of the creepy stalker
film that was so popular in the late 1980s and early 1990s, or if it has just
been so long since I’ve seen one of them that I couldn’t help but enjoy every
delicious, over-the-top moment of this film. It certainly doesn’t hurt matters
that Isabelle Huppert plays the title character, or that she does so with such
demented glee it’s impossible not to have a blast as you watch her perform. Or
that even in the scenes with Huppert, the film focuses on the beautiful faces,
clothes and apartment of her prey – Frances (Chloe Grace Mortez) and her best
friend Erica (Maika Monroe), not to mention the gorgeous home of Greta herself.
The movie takes place in Manhattan, and I shudder to think how much any of the
places or clothes we see in this film would actually cost – certainly more than
a waitress like Frances could afford, or for that, recently widowed, piano
playing psychos like Greta. But all of that is part of the charm here – the
film is completely, utterly ridiculous, knows it, and completely embraces it.
Nothing is more deadly in these types of films than when the filmmakers and
cast take it far too seriously.
So in the
film, Mortez’s Frances is grieving the recent death of her mother, while living
with her rich friend Erica in a “Tribeca loft” and waitressing for money. She
finds a designer handbag on the subway, and decides to return it to the woman
herself – walking up and ringing the doorbell of Greta – who welcomes her
inside. She’s a recent widow, and her only daughter is off studying in Paris.
She rattles around her beautiful old house, playing classical music and being
lonely. The pair settle into a pseudo mother/daughter relationship. That is, of
course, until Frances figures out that Greta is insane – and tries to cut her
out of her life. But in the tradition of these movies, Greta will not be
ignored. She does a lot of really creepy, but perfectly legal things that freak
out Frances more and more. But what will her end game be?
The film
was directed by Neil Jordan – whose career was at its peak when films like this
were popular. His best known film is probably 1992’s The Crying Game – but he
had a string of wonderful films in the 1980s and 1990s, including Mona Lisa
(1986), Interview with the Vampire (1994), The Butcher Boy (1997), The End of
the Affair (1999) and The Good Thief (2002). He’s slowed down a little bit in
recent years, but judging on Greta, he hasn’t lost his sense of style. If it’s
possible for any director to be having more fun behind the camera than Huppert
is having in front of it, than that is what Jordan is doing here. He pulls out
all the stops and then some – all the tricks he has learned over his career,
and puts them to good use. The film also has narrative surprises up its sleeve
– one character who in the old days would have never made it very far who just
won’t go away, and then there is Stephen Rea’s characters who shows up late in
the game as the detective. Rea’s appearance in a Neil Jordan film isn’t surprising
– there’s hardly a Jordan film he isn’t in – but the way things play out with
him are surprising.
But the
reason to see the film is Huppert. Both Mortez and Monroe are incredibly
talented young actresses, which is good because in the first act in particular,
they have to make a lot of awkward dialogue work – and come about as close you
could expect them to come in doing so. But it’s the great Huppert who quite
literally dances away with the film. She is so good that the film would worth
seeing just for her even if nothing else worked – and much of the rest of it
works. The film doesn’t reinvent the genre – but it’s been so long since we’ve
seen a film like this, it almost feels like it does.
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