Grab a cup of java, folks, because we’re diving into “The Disappearance of Eleanor Rigby: Them” today. Now, if you’re thinking, “Sounds like a Beatles song,” you’re not far off track. But this flick is less about the Fab Four and more about a couple’s fragmented world.
The film tries to capture a relationship from both sides, and oh boy, do we know relationships can be messy! Imagine trying to fit IKEA furniture together without the instructions. That’s love for ya! It’s got Jessica Chastain and James McAvoy, and let me tell you, their performances are as rich as the cream on my morning gröt. You really feel the weight of their saga, like that time I attempted to assemble a Billy bookcase. Talk about emotional labor!
Directed by Ned Benson, this film is like the Swedish summer – brief moments of brilliance tempered with cloudy introspection. Some scenes are heart-melting like the first sunny day after a grisly winter. Yet, I felt it dragged a bit, like waiting for the pälsmössa to go out of style. Maybe it’s the nonlinear storytelling that left me feeling a bit like when you’re trying to find your way back from the wilderness when all you’ve got is a meatball sandwich compass.
I gotta say, the music’s a treat though. It vibes so well that you can almost taste the air at a Stockholm film festival. Yet, something feels a tad forced. I can’t put my finger on why. You know, it’s that Nordic skepticism—taking things with a grain of salt, like when your friend insists Göteborg is better than Malmö for seafood.
So, jump onto the rollercoaster of feels with Eleanor and Conor. Perhaps you’ll relate like when accidentally catching a glimpse of yourself in the reflection and seeing both your best and your worst bits.
