Jessie Buckley and Johnny Flynn burn off the screen in this jittery, surprising psychodrama.
Immaculately composed yet skittish, edgy and surprising, this impressive debut by writer-director Michael Pearce emanates a chill that will have you hugging your sides. In the sense that there’s a serial killer at large in it, it’s a thriller, but Beast takes more of its cues from fairytales, throwing in moments of gothic horror and the odd dead bunny along the way. Just when you think you’ve got it pinned down, it hairpins off in a new direction.
At its heart is Jessie Buckley’s prim Moll, a twenty-something living on the U.K. island of Jersey, where she's atoning for a past mistake that her controlling mom (Geraldine James) holds over her. Local wrong ’un Pascal (Johnny Flynn) offers an escape and a whiff of danger, but is he actually the killer? The gifted pair pulse with intensity, with Flynn full of folksy charisma and Buckley making a tricky part look easy. Look out for a battle of wills with a police interrogator of otherworldly menace (Olwen Fouéré).
Satisfyingly, there’s much more here than a simple whodunnit. Bubbling under the surface is a takedown of stifling middle-class mores, as well as a sidewise glance at lazy xenophobia (migrant laborers are victimized during the hunt for the killer). Pearce, a Jersey native, locates all this in two contrasting settings: affluent suburbs that abut scrubland and jagged cliffs. It feels neatly analogous to Moll herself, a strait-laced woman with wildness in her eyes.
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