The Killing of a Sacred Deer
(Yorgos Lanthimos, 2017)
I'm sure there have been plenty of times throughout history when a pair of writers got wasted together at a bar, their conversation going in the usual drunken circles, their earnestness and sincerity increasing in direct proportion to the absurdity of their ideas, which eventually spiraled down to the likes of whether they'd have sex with one parent to save the life of the other; or, if given the chance by a time machine, they could really strangle baby Hitler in his crib. And then they agreed, loudly enough to be heard across the bar, that, oh my god, this should totally be a movie! Maybe they even scribbled an outline down across a series the bar napkins before passing out with dreams of being the first screenwriters to be awarded the Nobel Prize in Literature. Then, awaking the next morning, not quite remembering how they got to bed, they found those napkins in the pockets of the jeans they never bothered taking off and read them over with rueful, hungover embarrassment before crumpling them up and wisely throwing them away.
Lanthimos is a very talented director, but he needs to write sober.Grade: