We Need To Talk About how the first 30ish minutes of Lynne Ramsay’s film audaciously juliennes Lionel Shriver’s text into a nonlinear collage of pure cinema before settling into a relatively conventional — albeit superbly crafted — adaptation, hitting the book’s narrative highlights but unable to match its depth. Why did Ramsay change horses mid-stream? It was my favorite movie of the year until it absolutely wasn’t.
