The problem is that now that I've seen the movie, I understand what Harry was saying. The Olivia Wilde-directed picture Don't Worry Darling, which also stars Florence Pugh, is one that you should see in a theatre.
It's packed with sexy, well-dressed celebrities. It has a modern appearance and a strong, engulfing sound.
It has a small amount of sex, a small amount of mystery, and a small amount of action. In an effort to knock a huge, stupid concept all the way up into the cheap seats, it takes a hefty swing at it.
Although it isn't particularly intelligent or entirely successful, it is the kind of audacious, brassy, high-concept studio thriller that is uncommon these days.
In that setting, the flurry of rumours that have swirled about it prior to its release seem to be an integral part of the experience, or at the very least congruent with it: a decadent, glossy panorama of celebrity culture at the start of the millennium.
Fortunately, we can stop talking about the scandal there. The completed film is slick and obviously well created, if not well thought out. If there were issues on set or disagreement among the group, it doesn't show.
Don't Stress In a corporate utopia of the 1950s, Darling is set. A young, infatuated couple named Alice (Pugh) and Jack (Styles) reside in a modular, mid-century suburban paradise surrounded by tall palm trees.
The males all work at the Victory Project, a mystery facility in the middle of the desert, while all the women are homemakers.