The Goldfinch

The structuring is a mess, and the film desperately wishes you read the book or watched the trailer, and have the brain capacity to remember the most inconsequential shit.  But the characters are perfectly represented from the book, and every actor gives a really good performance. Sarah Paulson and Nicole Kidman are both doing some god-like acting shit. The kids are doing alright; Finn Wolfhard has a pretty good Russian accent.  The Goldfinch is also a pretty drastic departure from John Crowley’s last film, Brooklyn, and most of it works really well. Cinematography? It’s Roger Deakins, shit’s on point, enough said. The movie really falls apart in the editing, but this isn’t a disaster at all. The Goldfinch is definitely a complete film, even if it’s a little confusing.  The conclusion is for sure rushed and sudden, but the wrapping story showing the museum explosion concluding with what the mother has to say about the titular painting was a perfect stopping point. I thought the ending completely explained Theo’s actions.  It’s not a delightful grandma film like Brooklyn, but even through it’s messy structure, I think it’s a perfectly fine tragic pseudo-crime drama and I love it.