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Bones and All

2022 | ItalyUnited States | 131 min | More...
A still from Bones and All (2022)
C+: 3 stars (out of 5)
on Thu Sep 28, 2023

A convincing performance from Timothée Chalamet, evocative cinematography, and unsettling horror. It’s even set in the 1980s. So why does it underwhelm? To explain, I must venture into spoilers.

The film opens with promise. We meet Maren, a high school girl new in an exurban Virginia town. A classmate invites her to a sleepover.

In a masterful scene, we see Maren come home that evening to her single father in their modest home. As night settles, she says goodnight and enters her bedroom, closing the door behind her. Then her father strolls past and slides a bolt into place, locking her inside.

Having pocketed a screwdriver earlier, Maren leverages it to escape and attend the sleepover. At the party, the girls talk, paint their nails, and have lazy fun. Maren lies on the floor next to the girl who invited her. The other girls forgotten, Maren and her new friend’s faces almost touch as they talk, sharing details of their lives. It’s an intimate moment pregnant with sexual tension.

Then Maren closes her eyes and, trance-like, takes the other girl’s finger into her mouth and bites down—hard. The other girl screams, but Maren continues, eyes closed, ripping bone from joint. As the screams register and she jerks from her ecstatic stupor and hurries outside, face smeared in gore, while the other girls wail in terror.

Cut to Maren pounding on her front door. Her father answers, groggy from sleep, sees the gore on her face and says, “In the car. Three minutes. What you can take in three minutes. Got it?”

A terrific hook. Maren’s cannibalism as a metaphor for homosexuality. Revealing her true self has invited horror and forced the family to flee.

Or so I thought.

Fast-forward and Maren’s on her own, travelling cross-country by bus, searching for her mother. At a stop in exurban Maryland, she encounters Sully, played by Mark Rylance, in a performance that echoes Harry Dean Stanton and would feel at home in a David Lynch film. Brimming with vague menace, Sully tells Maren he could smell her from half a mile away, and invites her back to a house to eat. “Don’t worry, Maren—I’m ok. I got rules. Number one is never eat an eater,” he says. Sully continues, explaining how eating human flesh isn’t a choice, but a need that will grow in her as she ages. This recasts her from cannibal to ghoul and strengthens the homosexuality metaphor, even as Sully’s leering glances call it into doubt.

Indeed, the homosexuality metaphor disappears in favor of one analogizing he need for human flesh with drug addiction. Maren flees Sully meets another teen ghoul named Lee, played by Chalamet, who looks the part of a junkie, with jaded eyes and an emaciated build, accentuated by undersized shirts and oversized pants held up by a knotted rope.

Tying back to the homosexuality metaphor, Lee’s pattern of preying on gay men alludes to the AIDS epidemic. Combined with the 1980s setting, I wondered if the film wasn’t intending to weave the metaphor through the era: the War on Drugs, AIDS, perhaps the rampant “Greed is good” capitalism?

But no. Maren and Lee road trip across the Rust Belt and Appalachian areas, living on stolen money, driving a stolen car, trying to keep their hunger at bay. The film presents these regions as majestic, proffering panoramic views of bridges, fields, and forests.

During their travels, Maren and Lee encounter another pair of ghouls, two men, also brimming with menace. Michael Stuhlbarg relates the tale of how they met, and we learn the other man, played by David Gordon Green, isn’t a ghoul. He just likes to watch. A tourist.

An intriguing diversion that left me eager to explore the film’s world. Maren and Lee travelling the country, meeting ghouls of all kinds—a Lynchian tour of the monsters among us.

But again, no.

The film returns to the addiction metaphor as Maren finds her mother and sees the horrifying depths to which she might sink.

And here, the movie stalls. Perhaps the screenwriters had written themselves into a corner. Perhaps this third act was a forced change. Whatever the cause, the film abandons its metaphors and devolves into a contrived thriller.

Maren abandons Lee and encounters Sully—who’s been trailing her this whole time—then goes to Lee’s hometown to find him again, after which the pair resume their road trip. This diversion exists to facilitate the finale, which sees Sully assault Maren in her apartment. The script had to explain his motive and how he tracked the pair.

But why such a trite ending? Consider how ripe with promise the film began, how everything was open space, big skies, sprawling highways. How it meditated on sexuality and addiction. In the end, it amounted to a struggle in a tiny apartment bearing the tired message that old white men are evil.

So frustrating, given the film’s inspired take on the ghoul monster, and how the performers rose to the material.

As Maren, Taylor Russell manages the near-impossible task of engendering sympathy for a ghoul. She’s convincing in every moment, save two. The first comes in a scene with her maternal grandmother, played by Jessica Harper. Russel’s delivery here seems awkward and forced, as though director Luca Guadagnino asked her to improvise and she was uncomfortable. The scene demands she play nervous, but her delivery resembles a nervous performer. This, and a later scene with Chalamet when she tries to comfort him after he reveals the truth of his past, mar an otherwise impressive performance.

Chalamet, for his part, never stumbles. Every action, line, and gesture feels authentic. It’s an unflattering, unglamorous role, but he disappears into it.

Indeed, Chalamet’s performance, along with the strong first two acts, and panoramic cinematography, is enough to make the film passable despite the tepid ending.

The film exudes a strong Blue Velvet influence. Both feature a severed extremity as an inciting incident, and both explore the monsters lurking behind the serene beauty of Americana. This film’s eccentric supporting characters, like the ghoul and his tourist friend, would feel at home in a Lynch picture. Indeed, I wish the Lynch influence extended to the ending, giving us something more challenging—and satisfying than what the film offers.

As-is, it proves difficult to recommend. The ideal audience comprises the Venn overlap of Chalamet and horror fans. Non horror fans may find the cannibalism too off-putting, despite much of it occurring off screen, while horror fans will bemoan the film’s reluctance to commit to full-on cannibal horror, and everyone will chafe at the reductive ending. Still, the strong opening, convincing performances, and evocative cinematography keep it from feeling like a total burn.

Viewing History

    Watched on
    Thu Sep 28, 2023 via Amazon