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Netflix releases movies like Wrath of God vicious aplomb. In the international streamer market, there probably exists a sometimes creepy, hastily written, generic thriller like this for every language in the international streamer market. deepening the OSD tar pit where it can half-life on its way to decay. It’s an Argentine film based on the novel by Guillermo Martinez and, as you’ll soon find out, it’s hardly different from countless other films.

Essence: It begins with rapturous applause for Kloster (Diego Peretti), a wealthy and famous crime novelist who has just read part of his new book to an adoring crowd. They all want a photo or an autograph, except for Esteban Rey (Juan Minujin), who points to the balcony. Luciana (Macarena Achaga) up there. She looks desperate, like she hasn’t slept in weeks. If she doesn’t see Kloster, she’ll make a scene. He goes there. Cut to Rey, and off-screen something makes a sickening thud. Now, before we move on, it seems important to let you know that this is one of those narrative type deals where the movie cuts into another scene with very dramatic music and subtitles that read like 12 YEARS EARLY. And from there the film returns to the scene from the opening. You know how it goes – why start with a boring thing and move on to an exciting thing when you can split an exciting thing in half and put one part in front and the other in the end?

So: 12 YEARS BEFORE. This is when Luciana was Kloster’s assistant, taking dictation from one of his novels. He walks around the room giving a speech while she types. Do people write like this? I thought it had more to do with the writer’s miserable sweat oozing onto the keyboard. Anyway, Luciana loves Kloster’s little daughter, and they play with dolls together, and Kloster’s wife seems a little out of her mind, perhaps because a fatal injury ruined her ballet career. Cut: A REAL DAY, but it’s a lie! Damn hell of a lie! Because if it’s today, then the opening scene with the reading of the book and the nasty punch will be a scene from the FUTURE (with creepy theremin music). In truth, we still need to work on the impact scene, starting with this scene of Rey sitting at her desk reading a newspaper, which is clearly a day or 10 before the present PRESENT DAY.

But! We don’t linger in the (NOT REAL) PRESENT DAY for very long before he jumps back 12 YEARS EARLIER when Luciana also worked as Ray’s assistant because he, too, was dictating his novels at the time instead of indulging in intense solitary self-torture over a laptop. Then, back in the days leading up to PRESENT, Luciana asks Rey, a haggard journalist with constant alcohol-induced halitosis, for help because she is absolutely certain that Kloster has been killing her family one by one over the last (you guessed it) ) is) 12 YEARS.

So, back to 12 YEARS EARLY (note: these subtitles don’t show up every time; I’m grateful for taking notes) when Kloster misinterprets Luciana’s innocent gesture and kisses her on the lips with a fat kiss. She leaves, files a sexual harassment lawsuit, sits down to mediate with lawyers and so on, and Kloster just walks in looking like a few miles of bad road, writes her a check and leaves. Hm. That’s when Luciana finds out that Kloster’s wife and daughter are dead, and how that happened I can’t spoil. Time passes, but not much time to catch up to REAL DAY, maybe a month, or three, or a year, and Luciana with her family – mom, dad, two older brothers, one younger sister – are on vacation to the beach and her brother the rescuer is drowning and who is standing there, but Kloster. The plot is buzzing!

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What movies does this remind you of?: Not Aguirre or Khan Not in the least, thanks. Pick a generic revenge or serial killer movie, any generic revenge or serial killer movie. Preferably the one that first aired on main cable. I had to search for films that I forgot existed to remember that they existed: Mr Brooks maybe, or Cold Creek Manorsuch rubbish.

Show worth watching: Peretti and Minujin seem to be competing to see who can radiate the most broodingly intense vibes of Gabriel Byrne. Tough choice, but I would go with Peretti.

Memorable dialogue: Kloster becomes a gaslighter: “For years, I tried to imagine why she made up these stories against me … One of three reasons – insanity, cruelty or guilt.”

Sex and skin: A little – an eerie smirking POV shot of Kloster staring at Luciana’s shirt.

Our opinion: Wrath of God that’s a hell of a lot of pages, I’ll tell you, a real pot. It’s the movie equivalent of a thriller novel that you pick up at the airport, read in two hours, leave in your seat pocket, and completely forget before the flight attendant says goodbye. But it feels like the movie wants it to be more than just that, with its frequent references to biblical “eye for an eye” nonsense and that title, which might make sense if you stretch the elastic waistband of a couple of literary interpretations. underwear until it rips and leaves a red mark on your ass. The film characterizes Kloster as a literary genius who often babbles about the grandiose themes of his work in an unbearably pretentious tone, but what he dictates to Luciana sounds like a formulaic dark dross about murder and poverty – perhaps an unwitting metaphor for the film itself.

The movie asks us to stay on board to see if Luciana’s accusations are true or if she really is barking insanely. Is Kloster behind the horrific depopulation of his family? Or is this scenario just a crazy jumble of 40 car matches? We tend to believe a chaste pastor’s daughter more than a smirking, sinister old bastard haunted by the death of his own family. Why more Is he constantly tinkering with dubious Old Testament moral filth? But it’s hard to feel caught up in this overdried dynamic where the characters are thin as a record, the tone smothers us with seriousness, the timeline is barbeque-ripped (my KINGDOM for LINEAR storytelling!) and the conclusion isn’t surprising. or provocative or particularly satisfying, even on a superficial level. This is a color by number masquerading as Rembrandt. ok maybe just minor Rembrandt. But the idea is still ridiculous.

Our call: Wrath of the Lord? Quicker dog breath! SKIP THIS.

John Serba is a freelance writer and film critic based in Grand Rapids, Michigan. Read more about his work at johnserbaatlarge.com.

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