Don't Worry Darling is a stylish, well acted and visually beautiful thriller saddled with a reveal that falls flat.
Florence Pugh and Harry Styles live an ideal 60s Americana life at an idyllic company town in the middle of the desert. The cinematography is stunning and really sells the world with little exposition needed. The undercurrent of menace is well handled, with Chris Pine's smug boss/cult leader giving major Homelander vibes. You could argue things begin to derail a little too quickly, leading to random weirdness standing in for slow burn discovery but this allows for some genuinely creepy shots. Its also hard to believe the film wouldn't have been a little better if Shia Lebeouf hadn't left the production to be replaced by Styles (although the execs counting the money surely approve of the change).
Any such niggles are completely blown away by a powerhouse performance from Florence Pugh who has now surely established herself as one of the brightest talents in Hollywood. Whether its joy, love for her husband, unease or outright anger she sells it all with complete believability, making sure the audience are 100% behind her as she searches behind the curtain.
The problem is what she finds there. The reveal is about the most boring direction they could have taken things in and raises all the wrong questions. Essentially the viewer will spend more time wondering about the logic of the world they have been watching rather than its morals. Consequently the message, despite being as on the nose as possible, only brushes the cheek.
7 well executed yoga poses out of 10 synchronised swimmers.
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