In the words of Greg Heffley’s dad from Diary of a Wimpy Kid 3:
Not mad. Just disappointed.
This really could have been something else, but nothing in recent memory screams more “mid” than this. Sad face.
Completely and utterly flabbergasted on how much I loved this, but I should’ve never underestimated it in the first place with Gerwig at the wheel. One of the types of movies that I could probably go back to any day of the week, not think too hard, and just have a blast watching. A lightning in a bottle film, and I truly, truly mean that. Margot + Ryan = cinematic perfection.
Longlegs lacks an overall punch from the script, and its pacing throughout the runtime can feel inconsistent, especially venturing into the final act, but my gosh, does literally everything else hit the spot and stick with you. Monroe is magnetic, everything you’ve heard about Cage is true (one of the best horror performances I’ve personally ever seen), and Perkin’s direction, the sound design and cinematography all work in symphony too to create a thoroughly and deeply disturbing atmosphere you’ll find…
I will it, it did get a bit worse on second viewing, and now I actually think that it’s on par with the original. Yes, the movie does feel a bit rushed (imo), and there are some questionable moments here and there, but the direction and performances made up for most of that jazz. Solid sequel!