Don’t Worry Darling review: Is the most-talked about film of the year any good?

Don’t Worry Darling Two stars In cinemas; Cert 16

think I’ll have more fun talking about Don’t Worry Darling than I did watching it. Indeed, the salacious, top-shelf scandal surrounding this starry, psychological thriller from second-time filmmaker Olivia Wilde is infinitely more interesting than the resulting film.

Here we are, the week of its release, and already Don’t Worry Darling is a proper pop-culture phenomenon; a once-in-a-blue-moon Hollywood gossip-spinner that has nothing to do with the picture on screen, and everything to do with the people behind it. 

You’ve no doubt seen the headlines. There is the alleged fallout between its accomplished director (Wilde) and her prestigious star (the inimitable Florence Pugh). See also the so-called sacking of its original leading man (Shia LaBeouf, who says he quit) and the subsequent drama involving his replacement, Harry Styles (he and Wilde became romantically involved on set).

Then, of course, we have the recent hoo-ha at the Venice International Film Festival, where Pugh was curiously absent from promotional duties and poor Styles was accused of spitting on his co-star, Chris Pine. Can we talk about the film now?

Disregarding the gossip, Wilde’s handsomely assembled feature has everything going for it. An acclaimed storyteller behind the wheel. An Oscar-nominated star at its centre. One of the world’s most famous men in its frame. It’s a shame, then, to find the screenplay – a noisy hodgepodge of big ideas from bigger, better films – in such a sorry, shapeless state.

We begin in 1950s suburbia. Alice Chambers (Pugh) and husband Jack (Styles) enjoy an idyllic existence in the company town of Victory, a state-of-the-art yet soulless utopia where all the men dress like Frank Sinatra and all the women do exactly as their husbands tell them to.

The chaps all work for the mysterious Victory Project, and nobody is allowed to talk about what it involves (something about the “development of progressive materials”).

Meanwhile, the wives stay at home, cook and clean for their spouses, and try to ignore the random mini earthquakes that occur on a daily basis. Victory’s president – a chilly, cultish type by the name of Frank (Chris Pine at his slipperiest) – says they’re changing the world, but we’re not so sure.

Neither, it seems, is Alice. She and Jack are Victory’s star couple, and he’s in line for a big promotion at work. But when poor Alice witnesses a disturbing incident involving the wife of a Victory employee, she begins asking questions about what’s really going on in this sideways wonderland.

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Her neighbour Bunny (Wilde) tries to keep a lid on things, as does Jack, but it’s no use, and Alice is unable to shake the feeling that her entire world is one big lie. Things get weird.

Wilde’s second feature is a trickier, denser affair than her first. There is little use comparing the two, but at least 2019’s Booksmart – a top-notch coming-of-ager with killer punchlines and a killer cast – knew what it was at. In contrast, this wearisome, wobbly cross between The Stepford Wives and The Truman Show seems terribly unsure of itself.

Like all great cinematic mishaps, the problems start on the page, and Katie Silberman’s screenplay, though loaded to the gills with tantalising themes and compelling concepts, isn’t nearly as well thought out as it thinks it is.

A senseless, derivative satire? I’m afraid so, and Don’t Worry Darling’s third act reveal is so inherently preposterous it almost caused me to fall out of my seat.

True, it’s a fabulous looking film but an annoyingly hollow one, and not everyone comes out of it with their dignity intact.

Pugh, though, is an exception. Her incandescent turn is one of the few joys of this useless and largely witless endeavour, and Wilde’s shaky direction struggles to match the intensity of Pugh’s remarkable performance.

The less said about Harry, however, the better. God love him (nobody else here will), but the most famous pop star on the planet is trying really, really hard to make this acting lark work for him. Perhaps that’s the issue.

Every movement is over-rehearsed – every line over-enunciated and over-cooked. There is an argument – and one that will only make sense after you’ve seen the film – that his character is supposed to be awkward and unconvincing, but that’s probably giving him more credit than he deserves.

What a mess, but hey, I can’t wait to watch a documentary about the making of this thing.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

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