![]() However, this is where director Olivia Wilde has perhaps performed the best type of sleight of hand. ![]() Similarly surprising is this notion of the male fantasy narrative essentially being construed through a female lens structure depicting a world where the patriarchy reigns supreme. In Don’t Worry Darling, the women’s conversations would possibly fall foul of the Bechtel test on that basis, which is an interesting development given that there is a woman director at the helm, or perhaps that is the point as an inverse critique. It would therefore be a far from ideal world for most of the women, through a modern day lens. The women assume the ladies that lunch lifestyle, they service their husbands, live vicariously through them and have no agency. Therein lies the problem as such simpler times are also devoid of the equal treatment rights available to women nowadays. It is an enviable lifestyle depicting a seemingly simpler world without all of the technological intrusions within people’s personal lives. The men leave for work, the wives creepily synchronise their goodbyes and the husbands drive across the desert to work, in a drag car race style drawing parallels to a James Dean film. The world inhabited by Jack, played by Harry Styles, and Alice played by an impressively captivating Florence Pugh evokes the memory of old school Hollywood glamour. Unfortunately, despite several promising themes unveiled, an aesthetically pleasing cinematography and that stylish editing, the film comes unstuck in attempting to reach a satisfying conclusion connecting its thread of revelations. Thankfully, Don’t Worry Darling penetrates the polished surface to present the underbelly including gaslighting to which its title alludes. There is that unease emanating which was equally present in Pleasantville, The Truman Show, the Stepford Wives and also episodes of the Twilight Zone by this depiction of a perfect veneer, with white picket fences as the norm. Don’t Worry Darling provides a mesmerising immersion in to this idyllic, affluent landscape presenting that Belle Époque where cocktails, patient wives and seductive jazz bars are de rigueur. It is a dazzling world depicting a golden age of sunny skies, perfectly manicured wives and their celebrity looking husbands which all seems too good to be true and very old fashioned. What happened? According to some commentators, it was because Styles hawked up a ream of spit and fired it over Pine’s trousers.With a title resembling a patronising comment made by a certain senior British politician to one of his female staff members, Don’t Worry Darling sets the stage for an intriguing dynamic between the genders. Pine stops clapping as if interrupted by something, looks down at his own lap and shakes his head in disbelief. Styles pauses, briefly glances at Pine’s lap and then sits down. And then Harry Styles wanders into frame, one collar sticking out of his blue suit, to applause from all those assembled. He keeps awkwardly craning his whole body around, as if in anticipation of something. Chris Pine is sitting awkwardly in his seat, Olivia Wilde on one side and an empty chair on the other. ![]() This is what a clip doing the rounds on social media shows. Everyone was there – even Pugh made it to Italy for the occasion – and everyone had their minds set on nothing but beautiful damage limitation.Īnd then Harry Styles appeared to spit at Chris Pine. Yesterday saw the Don’t Worry Darling premiere take place in Venice, and it was an opportunity for an outward-facing reset for all involved. ![]() Part of this involved her claiming that she had fired Shia LaBeouf from the film due to her “ no asshole policy” onset, but this was undermined by LaBeouf posting a video of Wilde begging him to return to the movie after he apparently quit, during which she described an unseen incident as “a wake-up call for Miss Flo”.īut this is all in the past. As a result, Pugh had withdrawn from the bulk of promotion for the film, leaving Wilde to go it alone. A few weeks ago it was rumoured that the film’s star Florence Pugh was involved in some sort of feud with its director Olivia Wilde. At this point the story has become too unwieldy to succinctly précis, but here goes.
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