Ever notice how the houses of the extremely rich that look like no one lives in them? There is an uncanny quality, the opposite of sanctity. Netflixnew movie of Falling wind opens with an extended, extended shot of a mansion’s poolside patio furniture, straight out of a Architectural Notice Spread. Birds chirped, flowers bloomed, the outdoor coffee table was a solid concrete slab. They all scream expensive. In a long, wordless scene, we follow an unnamed man (Jason Segel, credited as “Nobody”) as he wanders around this splendid property, sipping iced coffee by the pool. and finally entered the empty house. Its rooms are as luxurious as the floor plan, with Spanish tile, pristine plaster walls and abstract ceramics everywhere. The man almost walked away, then didn’t. Instead, he returned to the house and began looting. He fastened a Rolex around his wrist, collected jewelry, stuffed all the money he could find into the pockets of his ragged pants. This is a burglary, albeit a burglary. The thief was on his way out when the owners showed up for a last-minute romantic getaway. They caught him before he managed to sneak out. And even though this man is a complete amateur, he piles the crime on top, holding a kind-hearted couple hostage.
The owner, a tech billionaire (Jesse Plemons) and his posh wife (Lily Collins), try to reason with the thief, giving him whatever he can get his hands on. They almost succeeded in getting him out. But when “Nobody” suspects he’s been caught in the ice, he demands enough money to start a new life, so the trio have to wait for about half a million cash to be delivered the next day. As they watched the clock, the thief and his captives strolled around the beautiful, sun-kissed grounds, meandering through its vast orange forest, sitting around a fancy, amusing fire pit. conversational look. The billionaire could not believe what his captor was, looking for every excuse to tear himself apart. We know that the source of the billionaire’s fortune is an algorithm for firing, and that he doesn’t feel bad about creating it; he wasted little time asking the thief if he was one of the unlucky ones who lost his job because of his job. And the thief To be an oaf; he struggles to open his wife’s bag, can’t fasten his boots and throws tantrums whenever something doesn’t go his way, which happens often. Meanwhile, as the wife plays the mediator between the two men, she begins to worry about her marital status.
Director Charlie McDowell excels at putting unhappy couples through the throes of vacation retreats. In his 2014 movie My love, another couple encounters unexpected strangers at a dreamy motel while trying to mend their relationship. But while My love take a sci-fi twist, Falling wind fueled by a real-life crisis: the gulf between the ultra-wealthy and the rest of us, and irreparable, has become irreparable. Despite its glittering scenery, Falling wind Hits the tune of a queen, its story is filled with mockery as it envelops the landscape its mansion overlooks.
Watching Segel’s thief plunge into increasingly dire circumstances, I recalled The Edukators, the 2004 German-Austrian crime film about a trio of radical youths who decide to teach the rich a lesson by breaking into their homes just to annoy them. But while The Edukators sympathize with its lower class, Falling wind pitiful. It would be so easy for this movie to slip into a moral drama — poor schlub robbing rich bastards, nasty! —But it was not a victory for the pros. If anything, it’s proof of the immorality of the universe, Fargo no Marge Gunderson in sight. Segel’s thief isn’t modern day Robin Hood, he’s just an idiot who has the guts to commit a heist and is stupid enough to be greedy and demanding more than that. Although its characters are presented as archetypes, there are no heroes here.
In the first hour, Falling wind plays like a dark comedy. The thief’s lack of care makes for some humorous moments, such as when he demands more money and demands $150,000 in cash. The wealthy people he blackmailed told him he would need more than that if he tried to create an entirely new identity. None of the trio seemed violent, and they were all more annoyed than scared. Collins’s wife isn’t an innocent person trapped too much as one is slowly realizing the terms of her dealings with the devil aren’t exactly favorable. Billionaire Plemons, smug and disdainful, is technically a victim but ostensibly so upset that it’s hard to muster sympathy as he’s tied up and robbed.
But hostage situations rarely end with everyone going their way happily unscathed. I won’t say more about what was going on, except that there was a scene about 70 minutes in which shocked me so much that I jumped out of my chair. (Gore-averse, be forewarned!) Joke talk aside, this is a nasty little horror movie. Despite its modest size, it leaves a strong astringent aftertaste.
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