Winona Ryder in Slack, Silly SXSW Thriller – The Hollywood Reporter

Scorching on the heels of Pig, Lamb and Canine, and to not be confused with the extra actually bovine-themed First Cow and Cow, The Cow casts Winona Ryder in a disposable thriller that coasts on the actress’ indefatigable charisma with out doing something to earn it.

The SXSW premiere boasts an intriguing pedigree because the function writing-directing debut of Eli Horowitz, co-creator of Homecoming (each the podcast and Amazon sequence). And like the superb first season of that present, it has an elliptical, puzzle-like narrative construction and an ostensible curiosity in secrets and techniques, science, conspiracies and cover-ups. Alas, the similarities cease there. Notably, The Cow doesn’t have Homecoming Season 1 director Sam Esmail’s aptitude — his reward for creating an environment of tingling paranoia and mixing tones of dread and humor, chilliness and luxury.

The Cow

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Venue: SXSW Movie Pageant (Narrative Highlight)
Director: Eli Horowitz
Writers: Eli Horowitz, Matthew Derby
Solid: Winona Ryder, Dermot Mulroney, John Gallagher Jr., Owen Teague, Brianne Tju

1 hour half-hour

I’d be mendacity if I mentioned there’s zero enjoyable available watching Ryder widen her eyes and furrow her forehead as a botanist whose boyfriend disappears with a youthful lady below unusual circumstances. Add to {that a} handful of amusingly daft strains, a good third-act jolt and one efficiency verging on so-bad-it’s-good, and you may virtually see how The Cow may meet essentially the most modest of expectations — the type of factor you’d go to sleep to after a protracted week, skipping to the top once you get up.

However it’s onerous to justify reducing the bar that a lot when there are such a lot of compelling choices for style escapism nowadays, from Showtime’s addictive survival-saga/teen-drama mash-up Yellowjackets to Steven Soderbergh’s taut techno-thriller Kimi. By comparability, The Cow is depressingly slack and indecisive, neither leaning onerous sufficient into its B-movie preposterousness nor taking the time to construct any actual, sustained suspense.

That’s a disgrace, as a result of the premise is provocative. The Cow certainly at first appears to be setting itself up as a type of gender-flipped Gone Lady, a psychological horror movie concerning the nightmare that’s being cheated on (and ghosted) — particularly when each the cheater and the opposite lady are youthful.

It quickly turns into clear, although, that Horowitz and co-writer Matthew Derby are extra involved with plot than theme, implication or model, counting on a scrambled timeline to carry the viewer’s consideration. The issue is that that is the one trick The Cow has up its sleeve, and the movie fumbles it; the massive reveal arrives too early to keep up our curiosity thereafter, and a pile-up of supposed surprises too late to matter. It’s a first-rate instance of the nonchronological storytelling so beloved by screenwriters being deployed to negligible impact.

The movie opens with Kath (Ryder) and her boyfriend of a 12 months, Max (John Gallagher Jr.), driving from Oakland to a rental home within the redwoods for the weekend. (That place to begin could bring to mind Dave Franco’s The Rental or Charlie McDowell’s The One I Love, movies that rather more deftly explored cracks in romantic coupledom inside style areas — slasher horror within the former, Charlie Kaufman-esque sci-fi within the latter.) Kath comes off as tightly wound whereas Max is laid-back (and, using an occasional blaccent in addition to a strenuous array of millennial catchphrases, fairly unbearable), although it’s too quickly to inform whether or not they’re grievously mismatched or complement one another completely.

In both case, the age distinction between them — and growing older usually — appears to set off Kat’s insecurities. In a wordless second that conveys the screenplay’s driving notion with a subtlety rapidly deserted, Kath research herself within the rearview mirror, tugging at her hairline to erase her barely perceptible brow strains.

When the couple arrives at their vacation spot, they’re startled to see one other automotive within the driveway. Earlier than anybody can say “double-booking,” a sinister-looking dude in a hooded rain jacket (Owen Teague) — named Al, we be taught — steps out onto the porch. Glowering and sarcastic, Al doesn’t seem amenable to Max’s suggestion that they share the place. However his girlfriend, Greta (Brianne Tju), additionally emerges from the cabin, insisting Kath and Max keep.

With a pixie minimize and an air of pure disdain, Greta proves much more obnoxious than Al, although it’s not clear — from both the screenplay or Tju’s over-the-top mugging and vamping — what the satirical intention behind the character is, if any. (She says issues like: “We’re not collectively — not in that capitalist, consumerist, cisnormative bullshit means.”) By the top of the night, she’s French kissing Max’s elbow (don’t ask).

When Kath wakes up the following morning, Max and Greta are gone. A distraught Al tells Kath that he caught the pair “hooking up” within the woods, and that they ran off as he confronted them. Uh-huh.

This early part of the movie ought to vibrate with nervousness, however uninspired framing, reducing and writing sap it of power. Any sense of hazard or darkness isn’t a lot teased out as offered in daring and all caps: Al and Greta are cartoonishly creepy; Max is just barely much less cartoonishly dopey; consequently, the stakes really feel low throughout. The onus is on Ryder’s capacity to elicit the viewer’s protecting instincts, in addition to an eerie rating by David Baldwin, to eke out the tiniest sliver of rigidity.

Issues don’t get rather more gripping when Kath, days later, groups up with the cabin’s proprietor, biotech-hotshot-turned-recluse Nicholas (Dermot Mulroney), to trace down Greta. Ryder completists will be aware that she appeared with Mulroney in 1995’s Find out how to Make an American Quilt — a chunk of trivia that makes their scenes collectively, together with one wherein they stake out a thrash steel present at a warehouse, solely momentarily extra partaking

The Cow flashes backwards and forwards, exhibiting us the identical scenario from completely different views or the identical timeframe from completely different areas. Reasonably than step by step reveal the troubled dynamic between Kath and Max, the film — in segments separated by fades to black — spells it out suddenly: Over-the-hill hipster wannabe Max feels belittled by feedback Kath’s bougie buddies make at a cocktail party, and by Kath’s personal teasing about his sartorial decisions.

As soon as that’s established, The Cow continues jigsawing round in what more and more appears like a futile bid to distract from the truth that there’s no there there. Scenes unfold with anesthetizing sameness and little discernible effort by the filmmakers to toy with our nerves or tinker with our expectations.

Ryder could make even the dumbest little bit of dialogue sing, however her character, as written, is a bore. Although Kath, presumably, is clever, the film doesn’t let her present it; she stumbles alongside, by no means seeming to suppose forward or expertise a spark of suspicion or realization. She’s a passive bystander in her story — a captive, actually — not in contrast to the viewer.

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