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Hillbilly Elegy (2020)
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Director:
Ron Howard |
COUNTRY
USA |
Genre
Drama |
NORWEGIAN
TITLE
Hillbilly Elegy |
RUNNING
TIME
115
minutes |
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Producer:
Brian Grazer
Ron Howard
Karen Lunder |
Screenwriter (based on the book by J. D. Vance):
Vanessa Taylor |
Review
There is at least three
quarters of a very good movie in Ron Howard's latest Netflix distributed
film called Hillbilly Elegy. As based on the memoirs of J. D.
Vance, our protagonist, the film follows a working class family from
Kentucky/Ohio through a couple of generations, seen from the perspective
of Vance himself as he moves upwards on the social ladder and is about
to graduate from Yale Law School. The
portrait of his drug-addicted, mentally unstable mother (Amy Adams) and
his steely, no-nonsense grandmother (Glenn Close), women who have
struggled in each their own way coping with the less than ideal hands
they were dealt in life, feels partly apologetic, partly
self-congratulatory. Of course, that's an interpretation. It's not what
Howard tells us explicitly, which actually is very little. The script is
lacking the depth required to lift these female characters from
stereotypes and into real people, despite the best efforts of Amy Adams
and Glenn Close, both of whom give brilliant technical performances.
There's too little to indicate how they turned out the way they did. Bo
Hopkins' character Papaw Vance, for instance, is referenced as an
important logical piece in the puzzle, but he is never drawn out or
included in the plot to any satisfactory degree. And Ron Howard directs
his scenes as separate entities; there's no real connection between
where these people came from and the standpoint from which they now act
and reflect. Still, despite these narrative shortcomings, Hillbilly
Elegy is an interesting watch with valid points and some very good
isolated scenes, not least a couple of turning points involving the
young J. D., who is wonderfully played by Owen Asztalos – one in a car
with his mother, and one in a car with his grandmother. It's just a
shame that Asztalos' complete performance isn't complemented by a more
complete narrative.
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