Greta TIFF Review

Review: Greta

Score: B

Director: Neil Jordan

Cast: Isabelle Huppert, Chloë Grace Moretz, Maika Monroe, Colm Feor

Running Time: 98 Minutes

Rated: R

“She’s not your mother.”

Hovering over the edge of no return, Neil Jordan‘s Greta is a dark and occasionally humorous tale of one woman’s attempt to battle her weighted sense of loneliness.

Isabelle Huppert is a force to be reckoned with regarding both beauty and awareness. Boasting a resume that is equal parts long and diverse, as well as rich in complexity, the Oscar nominee approaches the title character with simplicity and grace. Her movements are forever intentional as she navigates the fragile sense of sanity that rests deep within the mind of our villain.   

However, I’m getting ahead of myself. Greta, in all its glory, comes to fruition when a young, naive college graduate (Chloë Grace Moretz) decides to return a purse that was accidentally left behind on the subway. This small act of kindness ignites a strong friendship between Moretz’s Frances and the purse’s owner, Greta, a rather peculiar pianist. Together they bond over family, cuisine, and their love for animals - that is until their magical friendship takes a dark turn and Frances finds herself at the center of Greta’s entire existence.

Moretz does well opposite Huppert. Though her Frances doesn’t yearn for empathy, it is her soft and even delivery that allows the film to maintain its sense of mystery. Frances, an old soul through and through, never hides her faults, confiding in her new friend about her mother, her transition from Boston to New York City, and her tendency to stick around (you know, like gum).

When she uncovers one of the many unsettling things about her new friend, Frances’ faults comes into full view, allowing the story to propel forward as viewers embark on an unusually thrilling ride of lies, manipulation, harassment, and violence - all backed by the workings of Chopin.

Jordan uses an uneven script to his advantage, bringing forth a sense of unknowing as the story ramps up and slows down with the flip of a wrist. The dialogue, at times painfully sluggish, prevents the complete package from excelling to the level of its performances. However, that’s okay. While the film could (and probably should) have been something entirely different, the third act takes the ball and runs.  Sure you might be smirking when you should be gasping, but there is something in the tone that allows you to enjoy the ridiculousness of the entire situation as for many it will remind you of that one ex.

These conditions accumulate to form an experience that will have genre fans beaming with delight. Also, seeing someone at Huppert’s level play a ruthlessly psychotic stage five clinger is nothing short of ingenious.

*This review originally appeared as part of our 2018 TIFF coverage.

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About Stephen Davis

Stephen Davis
I owe this hobby/career to the one and only Stephanie Peterman who, while interning at Fox, told me that I had too many opinions and irrelevant information to keep it all bottled up inside. I survived my first rated R film, Alive, at the ripe age of 8, it took me months to grasp the fact that Julia Roberts actually died at the end of Steel Magnolias, and I might be the only person alive who actually enjoyed Sorority Row…for its comedic value of course. While my friends can drink you under the table, I can outwatch you when it comes iconic, yet horrid 80s films like Adventures in Babysitting and Troop Beverly Hills. I have no shame when it comes to what I like, and if you have a problem with that, then we’ll settle it on the racquetball court. I see too many movies to actually win any film trivia contest, so don’t waste your first pick on me. My friends rent movies from my bookcase shelves, and one day I do plan to start charging. I long to live in LA, where my movie obsession will actually help me fit in, but for now I am content with my home in Austin. I prefer indies to blockbusters, Longhorns to Sooners and Halloween to Friday the 13th. I miss the classics, as well as John Ritter, and I hope to one day sit down and interview the amazing Kate Winslet.

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