WILW: Sharp Objects
When I see Amy Adams, I get hype. So when we renewed our HBO membership (to binge watch the entirety of Game of Thrones again before the new season arrives in April) and I saw Amy Adams on the thumbnail for Sharp Objects, I was excited.
I don’t follow television and movie releases. Generally speaking, I don’t watch trailers.
Have you ever seen a trailer that revealed the entire plot of the movie in sixty seconds? Ever watched a trailer that was funnier than the actual movie? Ever paid money to see Bryan Cranston in a movie about a giant monster, only to find out that Bryan Cranston died in the first five minutes, the protagonist was terribly written, and the monster made about thirty seconds of screen time? (Not to name names, but….)
Yeah, me too, that’s why I’m not a huge trailer gal.
I usually read the by-line/description for the movie on my online streaming service and determine if I’m going to watch it from there. This time I didn’t even read the byline. I saw Amy Adams and two other women and some cool wallpaper, and I clicked. I knew absolutely nothing going into it. My best guess likely would have been that it was a family drama, maybe something akin to August: Osage County.
You can not imagine how happy I was to find it was a Southern Gothic.
If you’re not familiar with the genre, think True Detective (season one). The genre takes place in the American South, where the decrepit and disintegrating physical environment is almost a character itself, and characters are often, for lack of a better description, fucked up, most suffering from some sort of psychological damage, whether they are cognizant of it or not. The plot is often grotesque and centers around violence or crime. Think Edgar Allan Poe.
I think living in the South for four years really drives my love for this genre, because it’s what comes closest to explaining what it was like living down there.
All that being said, I don’t want to spoil anything, so all I will say is this: Sharp Objects is a Southern Gothic that follows an emotionally disturbed journalist who is sent to her hometown of Wind Gap, Missouri to cover the disappearance of one teenage girl and the murder of a second. Adapted from a book written by Gillian Flynn, this mini-series is so well written, exquisitely filmed, and consistently tense, that you will be on the edge of your seat for all eight episodes. It’s one of the best television shows/mini-series I’ve seen in the past year, up there with Russian Doll.
I’m the queen of plot twists, but I didn’t quite see this one coming.