SHE CAME TO ME
Starring: Peter Dinklage, Marisa Tomei, Anne Hathaway, Joanna Kulig, Brian d’Arcy James, Harlow Jane, and Evan A. Ellison
Director: Rebecca Miller
AMARÚ
She Came to Me is the kind of quirky movie that usually doesn’t appeal to me. A lot of disparate yet intertwining stories that have their own absurdities and that could be movies in themselves, with plots featuring tones so different that it simultaneously feels like a dark comedy, a horror, a coming-of-age, and a romantic thriller. If not for its performances (Peter Dinklage and Marisa Tomei, in particular), I wouldn’t care one bit about what’s going on. But the characters’ awkwardness kept my heart racing so earnestly that I pushed past the “WTFs?” running through my mind.
QUENTIN
She Came to Me is reminiscent of Crazy, Stupid, Love, except on a more indie and far less clever scale. Most of the characters come off as too bougie for me to care about their self-made white people problems. Marisa Tomei’s Katrina, an opera-going tugboat captain, is addicted to “romance;” Peter Dinklage’s Steven, an opera composer, has writer’s block; Anne Hathaway’s Patricia is a neat freak. These aren’t real problems, and as such, I found it hard to sympathize with them, let alone find humor in their situations. I will file away Marisa Tomei as a tugboat captain for later, though. Don’t you kink shame me!
PRESTON
She Came to Me is the baby of writer and director Rebecca Miller, who gives us an authentically aligned romantic-comedy that feels far more pragmatic than other competing “rom-coms.” I mean, how can you beat the trio of Peter Dinklage, Anne Hathaway, and Marisa Tomei?! Each deliver a beautiful performance that reflect the brokenness of their character, imbuing them with convincing realism, even if their problems are of the “First World” variety. The film is hindered by multiple narratives that are crammed in, but its messiness is also why I enjoyed it.
