Cast:
Billy Barratt (Andy), Sora Wong (Piper), Sally Hawkins (Laura), Jonah Wren Phillips (Oliver / Connor Bird), Sally-Anne Upton (Wendy), Stephen Phillips (Phil), and Mischa Heywood (Cathy) Directed by Danny Philippou and Michael Philippou (#2065 - Talk to Me)
Review:
"I love that there's - that it's scaring people, as well as touching them. Like, that feels so incredible. And, yeah, as you said, the scares are definitely there, and, you know, it's pretty gnarly at times." - D. Philippou
"If it is - yeah. And it's so, so incredible that you can do this imagery or, like, talk about these subjects, and I feel like it feels really raw, which is - it can be rare sometimes in a horror film." - M.Philippou
It sure is nice to see a sophomore effort from a directing duo in the best venue possible: a movie theater, free from the whims of streaming and since it is an Australian production, technically an example of world cinema. The funny thing is that Talk to Me and Bring Her Back each came as a surprise to me in finding out it was in theaters, because if there is anything that tempts me to watch a movie, the "on a whim" option wins out far more than say, a critic site with tomatoes (I'll be honest with you: I still don't know what RackaRacka actually is).* As with the last Philippou brotherly effort, the movie was written by Danny Philippou and Bill Hinzman. We might as well get to the point: it is a satisfactory horror movie, so that's nice to hear. Sure, some might wonder just how far you can teeter on the edge of bleakness or wonder aloud about how many times people love to say "it's about trauma" when talking about movies (what's next, making me watch Hereditary to try and get me to appreciate its mediocrity?), but it is at least jaded enough to know where to end up at the end. Besides, who doesn't like shock value and a bit of blood? Grief, grief, grief, sometimes you need to see a movie about people stumbling onto oddballs (look, there may be some places that have you kiss corpses on the head, but I'll be damned if I go along with that). It relies heavily on just rolling along with careful pacing (104 minutes sounds about right) and a highlight performance to rally it all together, at least in the eyes (and ears, well) of this viewer.
It should be noted that Wong made her film debut here, having been casted after her mother encouraged her to do a casting call she saw on Facebook, while Barratt has a few films of experience already. They do work well together in that shaky bond of eyes and thoughts in a world that is weary regardless of if one can see it beyond shapes or not. Barratt in particular excels in making the journey of wear and tear at new surroundings of doubt and strange things one to really feel for. And then there's Hawkins, who plays things with such an unsettling quality that comes within natural believability, one who knows what they want to say and do with the new people in her life, a manipulator born in the shrouds of grief. Manipulator, victim, whatever you want to term her character, she pulls it all in for an engaging performance all about truths and lies to be seen and heard. Phillips rounds out the main cast with a ravenous hunger that is about as unsettling as can be possible when not having many words to convey for said strange behavior. The knife sequence in particular is probably the highlight of the movie in terms of jagged strangeness and getting the movie closer to locking in for those not already believing this environment as one of, well, being nuts. The ending apparently was intended to be a bit bleaker, and I guess it makes sense to say that the Philippous stated that the movie has folks in and out of the "cycle of grief".* Even in the eyes of what you see, it might have even gotten bleaker, but so it goes. But at any rate, it is a neatly vague type of horror movie involving delusions and grief that will make its punches clear for interesting moments and a solid new effort from its two directors.
Overall, I give it 7 out of 10 stars.
*And then there's ones I just don't feel like doing, such as what, the sixth Karate Kid movie? To say nothing of another Final Destination movie. And I would not be caught dead watching a live-action remake of a movie I already saw in animated form 10+ years ago.
**Call me a rube, but with how Talk to Me went out and with how stuff was going with the aforementioned corpse chewing, I thought that when Laura did the ritual thing (scroll to spoiler reveal, I guess): she actually would succeed in getting someone else into the body of Piper but having it be Andy, who happened to die by drowning just like, well, Cathy. But it is funny in a mean way to go through the trouble of getting VHS tapes about possession and then have to skirt around the whole bringing-back thing.