Ed Westwick and Louise Linton in Me You Insanity.
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Agonize all you need over the newfound recognition of the previous revolutionary slogan “Eat the rich,” however accessible proof means that it’s, in truth, the wealthy who wish to eat us. In Louise Linton’s grisly, stylized darkish comedy Me You Insanity, the author, actress, and director performs Catherine Black, a sassy, horny, and ruthless hedge-fund supervisor who has a predilection for fine-dining cannibalism and makes a killer “frat boy bouillabaisse.” Linton is, in fact, the spouse of Steven Mnuchin, former studio moneyman and Donald Trump’s loyal Treasury secretary. The identification of her partner shouldn’t actually be anyone’s enterprise, save for the truth that Linton has gotten in some notable Instagram scrapes during the last a number of years involving her use of presidency jets and jaunts to Fort Knox and whatnot, which has solely served to raise her celeb — to the purpose that her directorial debut is now some matter of curiosity regardless of a comparatively skinny Hollywood résumé.
To her credit score, Me You Insanity performs up the stereotype of the chilly, trendy, bestilettoed gazillionaire sociopath to the hilt, and Linton appears to be having enjoyable with the a part of somebody hooked on “cocaine, Champagne, extreme train, intercourse, costly footwear, and indescribable violence” — even when the viewer isn’t. “Chances are you’ll assume that it is a straight rip-off of American Psycho, and in some methods you could be proper,” Catherine’s rapid-fire voice-over admonishes us within the movie’s early scenes. “We girls are having a second proper now, and that is what we name in Hollywood an ‘elevated story idea,’ a.okay.a., the identical, however totally different. So shut the fuck up, flip off your cell telephones, and benefit from the film.” The entire thing is like this: one overwritten, obnoxious, hyper-self-aware rant after one other.
Slightly of this goes a good distance, however it may be notably grating if the writing isn’t witty or attention-grabbing, and Me You Insanity persistently appears to assume it’s so much smarter — and, for that matter, so much crazier — than it’s. The movie opens on Catherine in a gathering together with her underlings, berating them about their funding recommendation: “You need me to stay it in some shitty firm that may’t even make its personal down-revised earnings as a result of its CEO, whose tiny balls are greater than his mind, utterly fucked their skill to show a revenue?” she hounds them, with motormouth contempt. Not lengthy after introducing us to her lavish life-style, her fancy home, her train routine, her Aston Martin, she intones: “By now, you’ve in all probability discovered that I’m a materialistic, narcissistic, self-absorbed, preachy misanthrope. I don’t deny it. I’ll or might not have an undiagnosed character dysfunction, which manifests itself in extraordinarily delinquent attitudes and behaviors. I even have an acute lack of conscience.” Once more, the entire film is like this.
There’s a plot, to be honest, and it entails Catherine and her subsequent quarry, a grifter named Tyler (Ed Westwick) who pretends to be desirous about renting a room in her palatial residence. He’s really casing the joint, however no worries, she is in flip casing him. After a number of costume adjustments, repeated cutaways to Catherine gyrating, and a few montage-y sizzling intercourse, he’s smitten and has second ideas about robbing her. There may need been some worth to the cat-and-mouse back-and-forth between them … if there have been any precise cat-and-mouse back-and-forth between them. The movie finally devolves right into a collection of vaguely violent standoffs that preserve getting interrupted for extra costume adjustments, to not point out arguments over whether or not a bit of furnishings is a settee or a sofa, a proof of all the assorted sins dedicated by these whose physique elements are in Catherine’s freezer, a complete record of flicks that function weapons (full with quick-scrolling onscreen textual content!), and the relative deserves of utilizing a curling iron as a homicide weapon.
There was in all probability a option to make all these things work — the chase interrupted by varied digressions isn’t precisely a novel comedy idea — however it might have required some precise comedian timing and a way of tempo, to not point out funnier, sillier digressions. However regardless of all of the colourful outfits, the ’80s pop tunes, and the overzealous enhancing, the movie simply hangs there, unable to muster any comedian vitality or visible inventiveness. (There’s one good bit, about how purple wine is the one factor forbidden in Catherine’s huge all-white front room.) The sound design additionally performs up varied results — a whoosh right here, a clang there, a cat screech there, even a few farts — as if to lend some Looney Tunes–type verve to the motion, however that simply provides to the dissonance, as a result of what’s taking place onscreen isn’t almost quick or humorous sufficient to warrant these audio punctuations.
Linton isn’t essentially with out expertise as an actor: Her character’s chilly insincerity is sometimes convincing, and he or she’s clearly attempting very onerous — all these verbose, speedy rants in all probability weren’t straightforward to memorize — but it surely’s not almost sufficient to construct a complete film round, or for that matter a complete protagonist. We preserve ready for one thing attention-grabbing to occur, not simply narratively, however on the extent of character. However all Me You Insanity has to supply are poorly written rants, indifferently staged motion, and ill-conceived comedy. In the long run, it doesn’t even ship on the insanity.