MATERIALISTS
Starring: Dakota Johnson, Chris Evans, Pedro Pascal, and Zoë Winters
Director: Celine Song
ADRIANO
If you're a Past Lives fan like me, you'll love what writer/director Celine Song offers in her sophomore film, even with its tonal differences. In Materialists, she gives the same honest approach to human relationships that we saw in Past Lives. Through the lens of a near-parody-like rom-com structure, she skewers the genre's superficial approach with incredible emotional weight, even in moments where we're being told the message. The headlining trio does incredible work here, as does Zoë Winters, to make this hit home. There aren't many ways to discuss Materialists without sounding corny, but this movie is what love is.
NICK
On occasion, I leave a screening knowing good and well my opinion is in the minority, and I struggle to understand the disconnect. That’s Materialists for me. There’s nothing inherently wrong with the film. I just didn’t enjoy it. The chemistry didn’t jump off the page (sometimes intentionally, as director Celine Song shows her cards early in the film), and the characters’ decision-making often felt disingenuous. I’m not some cold-hearted man who can’t enjoy a love story, I just push back on the idea that this is a good one. Perhaps you’ll feel different, but if not, know you’re not alone.
AMARÚ
In Materialists’ first 20 minutes, matchmaker Lucy (Dakota Johnson) describes a client as the epitome of average: okay salary, okay looks, okay personality, just okay. That’s also a pretty apt description for this movie. It’s an experience much like that of an okay first date, a lot of dead air filled with single lines of dialogue struggling to keep the conversation going. Sometimes it works (Pedro Pascal’s effortless charm makes the transactional screenplay interesting) and sometimes it doesn’t (Chris Evans was given nothing to do until the end). Luckily for director Celine Song’s second feature, it was okay enough to want a third date.
BODE
When Materialists opens with a quiet pre-civilization prologue, it’s clear that writer/director Celine Song won’t go about the rom-com conventionally. Its ambitions are loftier, in ways that are intellectually alluring in its first half, but emotionally excluding in its second, lacking much of the warmth and passion needed for it to pack a punch. It certainly has moments of depth (script-wise) and beauty (from its three leads, of course, to the great Shabier Kirchner’s photography), making this not bad as is. Compared to Past Lives however, I can’t help but feel that this is a fairly significant step-down.
