‘Malcolm & Marie’ review: Zendaya and John David Washington star in a showcase for them that’s a headache for viewers
The two-person display casts Washington (the Malcolm half of the title) as a director, returning house from a best of his launching film with his attractive sweetheart, Zendaya’s Marie. While he at the same time exults and rails versus “the white girl” movie critic at the L.A. Times, she’s sullen and upset, for factors that will slowly (really slowly) be discussed.
Malcolm invests a great deal of time discussing the nature of art and referencing excellent directors of the past, regreting the impulse to squeeze motion pictures into recognizable boxes. Yet the filmmaker and film that many enters your mind goes unmentioned: Woody Allen’s “Stardust Memories,” another black-and-white picture of an angst-ridden auteur, and an earlier workout in this sort of debauchery.
The characters fight bitterly — unleashing long monologues, the many remarkably out of breath being Malcolm’s tirade about an early evaluation — comprise practically out of large fatigue, then suddenly argue some more. Likewise, Marie can go from applauding Malcolm’s work to ripping it apart at a minute’s notification.
It’s all really flashy, magnificently shot, and eventually annoying and headache inducing, mostly due to the fact that the script makes the feelings and complaints that get vented unconvincing regardless of the strong efficiencies, putting out as they perform in periodic bursts.
Couched that method “Malcolm & Marie” is probably worth viewing — a minimum of, a couple of minutes worth of it — without truly requiring to see it cross the goal.
“Nothing productive is going to be said tonight,” Marie states silently when Malcolm begins to penetrate what’s badgering her after they get house.
Sadly, when the shouting’s over, those end up being the truest words spoken.
“Malcolm & Marie” premieres Feb. 5 on Netflix. It’s ranked R.
Jobber Wiki author Frank Long contributed to this report.