by Rob DiCristino
Unforgettable (2017, dir. Denise Di Novi)
Remind me to ask Patrick for a Female Stalker Day next Junesploitation. I want an excuse to revisit 1993’s The Crush and finally cross Play Misty For Me off my homework list. Does Single White Female hold up? Has anyone watched it this decade? Stalkers of any gender would do, really. Remember The Fan? Anyway, Unforgettable stars Katherine Heigl as WASPy ice queen Tessa Connover, who’s troubled by her ex-husband David’s (Geoff Stults) new squeeze, Julia (Rosario Dawson). Julia, unsuprisingly, has her own dark past with Michael (Simon Kassianides), The Psychotic Ex. Though her restraining order against Michael conveniently expired yesterday, Julia feels safe enough living in David’s McMansion and helping him take care of his young daughter, Lily (Isabella Rice). But when David proposes, Tessa vows revenge. She steals Julia’s underwear and mails them to Michael. She makes a fake Julia Facebook page and sends her anonymous flowers to make David jealous. Eventually, she begins stabbing people. Like you do.
Everything, Everything (2017, dir. Stella Meghie)
There aren’t enough good YA movies. Kids have Pixar and adults have, I don’t know, Christopher Nolan? McG? But make a list of truly great YA movies from the last few years that aren’t The Edge of Seventeen or The Fault in Our Stars. They’re mostly just Hunger Games clones, and that’s shitty. Everything, Everything, while a little predictable at times and slow in the midsection, is not shitty. Based on the 2015 novel by Nicola Yoon and colorfully directed by Stella Meghie (Jean of the Joneses), it’s the story of Maddy Whittier (Amandla Stenberg), a creative and brilliant young woman who suffers from a genetic disorder that has crippled her immune system since birth. She’s never been outside for more than a few seconds; anything more than that could be deadly. She lives with her mother, Pauline (Anika Noni Rose), a doctor breaking countless medical ethics codes by acting as her daughter’s primary physician. Maddy is happy, if more than a little lonely. That all changes when floppy-haired douche Olly (Taylor Hickson, because of course that’s his name) moves in next door. They fall in love and set out on a journey of self-discovery that takes them far beyond Maddy’s comfort zone — literally — and changes both of them forever.
And now, the bad news: Everything, Everything’s bloated second act gives way to a twist so obnoxious that it almost undermines the entire film. You’ve probably guessed it already. You feel it coming the minute you learn that Maddy’s brother and father died in an accident shortly after she was born. You feel it coming as soon as Pauline fires Maddy’s nurse Carla (Ana de la Reguera) for letting a stranger get too close to her. But Everything, Everything had been so good about avoiding the obvious melodrama up until that point. Maddy and Olly’s Secret Hawaiian Honeymoon (which ends with Maddy in the hospital) made her physical limits real and folded them into the astronaut motif in a really great way. The drama was always internal, always centered around Maddy’s feelings about herself. But then the movie cops out. It gives up. It got me thinking about our expectations as viewers and about false catharsis — the way dramatic beats can feel good because they service the audience but then ring so hollow later on because they fail the character. Everything, Everything kind of fails Maddy in the end. It’s not as interesting as she is, and it forgets what makes her unique. But it still works.