Mother Mary. Old friends separated for years. Two women with something between them have a couple of conversations in an old barn in England. Doors, borrowing from The Prologue to Kenneth Branaugh's Henry V, open on the past into massive Taylor Swiftian concerts and tiny bedrooms. This is formalist cinema at it's best. MM needs a dress, her old friend Sam says ok, for old times. The journey to the dress is just over the horizon spine of the movie. Costuming, shears, tape, measurements, pins. Being the only person on earth that only discovered Anne Hathaway is a total badass a couple of years ago I continue to be impressed. Michaela Coel is one of the most riveting actors I've seen this year. She's blown me away in two movies between this and The Christophers. I could watch and listen to her talk forever. David Lowery is a master of this stuff, just dialogue, medium close ups to set our table, then beautiful camera movement winds it up into a whirlwind of light and color. A little cinema magic, a little majik magic. If you want to see a movie with no dudes in it then this'll do ya. Thoroughly enjoyed this. Sorry is the hardest word to say. Transcendent filmmaking. Highly Recommend. Streaming on HBO.
Mother Mary
