Lots of 80s and 90s thrillers are gonna slink across your mind while watching Joel Edgerton's The Gift (a pat of The Hand That Rocks the Cradle, a dab of Alicia Silverstone biting her lip in The Crush) and he wouldn't want it any other way -- he's clearly as infatuated with those movies as I am, as all of us ought to be, and The Gift squeezes right in there in the middle of them with perfect ease. He wants to make you jump! He wants to please the Genre Gods.
And yet Edgerton's also aware of the twenty years that passed since that genre's heyday and the sidelong riffs upon it that have come since (think ye upon the soul-crushing bloodbaths of South Korean Revenge Cinema, and ye despair) and he's doing his own tinkering with conventions too. The Gift is as dark as sin and has every intention of leaving a most bitter aftertaste along with its brew. I've seen complaints about the last act but I'm having none of it -- if you don't feel bad after a Feel Bad Movie, if it doesn't churn up a sea of ugliness to toss you in, then what's the point? Questionable Morality and it's debasement is the reason for the season, folks! Feel bad! Feel bad... but have some fun doing it.
In related news Joel was at the beach this weekend,
and here are some pics of that (via):