It's been weeks since I have seen the unexpectedly disturbing, yet beautifully impactful Tom Ford's second feature. Weeks and I am still haunted. By that scene. The central scene on the Texas highway, where everything is violently taken away from him. Piece by piece, uncontrollably. But also by the entire punch that the film within the film delivers and makes you leaving the theatre by asking yourself, what just happened? Like that ending scene, where she almost was warned, but went ahead anyways, wishfully hoping for a human touch, reconnection and to share how devastating, yet powerfully beautiful the reading experience was. By all the glitzy Los Angeles vs. gritty Texas contrasts and by the still shots of Amy Adams, inhabiting her seemingly rich yet void lifestyle, not knowing how she can actually re-grasp the past (refer back to the scenes where she says that she has been thinking a lot about her ex-husband, and with perfectly plotted timing, that is when his book manuscript is mailed to her gallery). By all of the superb casting and acting, especially the psychopaths and sociopaths criminals. Aaron-Taylor Johnson - hit the Gary Oldman caliber cords with this role. Also, Karl Glusman, you are so present and disturbingly perfectly immersed in all of your scenes.
There is no genre for the categorization of "Nocturnal Animals". Psycho-drama-revenge-thriller? Still doesn't adequately reflect the unique style of a film that shocks you from its opening to its ending scene.
Watch it, but consider yourself warned.
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