“Good Time” Is a Thrilling Turn
for Robert Pattinson
Constantine Nikas
(Robert Pattinson), his hair freshly bleached platinum, sits on a sofa watching
Cops with the stoned 16-year-old unwittingly harboring him from law
enforcement. We’ve already seen him commit a bank robbery and break a man out
of the hospital, and when a suicidal woman on the screen gets tackled by the
police in a violent body slam, he winces and changes the channel. “I don’t want
to watch them try to justify that,” he mutters, visibly upset.
Robert Pattinson in Good Time, PHOTO: A24 |
Good Time,
by New York duo Josh and Benny Safdie, is at times a brutal movie, but its
protagonist is not a brute. Connie’s a criminal, but not a violent one — he
never wields a gun, and his bank robbery is conducted silently through passed
notes under teller windows. At his side is his mentally handicapped brother,
Nick (played by co-director Benny) whom Connie loves with ferocity that
inevitably proves to be destructive. Connie tears Nick away from his therapy
sessions, preferring to build up his brother through a not-so-honest day’s
work. It’s clear Nick doesn’t really do much, but Connie insists that he needs
him, and that his presence is vital and necessary, and he might not be wrong.
When the cops catch up to them and Nick winds up in Rikers Island, Connie
embarks on a mission to bail him out that grows more desperate and irrational
the longer it bulldozes forward into the night.
Robert Pattinson in Good Time, PHOTO: A24 |
Good Time
is a more propulsive, violent thriller than the Safdies’ last film, the poetic
and raw Heaven Knows What, but the
heart at its center is every bit as humane. It takes its time to establish the
dysfunctional love between the brothers before diving into neon-hued squealing
electronic chaos. Most of this is on the shoulders of Pattinson, doing some of
the best work of his post-franchise-journeyman career. His Connie is both
capable and foolhardy, empathetic and scuzzy in the extreme. He believes he was
a dog in a former life, and so do I: There’s a loyalty and tenderness to him
fighting with his instinct for self-preservation. The more people he has to
justify screwing over, the more Pattinson’s face hardens; on some level he
knows the spiritual hole he’s dug for himself, but he’s unable to change
course.
Robert Pattinson in Good Time, PHOTO: A24 |
The directors and their
cinematographer Sean Price Williams never met a neon tube they didn’t love, and
they light up Pattinson in every shade of pink, blue, and black light, and
TV-static glow. Under orange street lights and in vacant amusement parks, the
film’s vivid nighttime bleeds luridly across the screen, amplifying the
hallucinatory quality of events that feel like they could tip over into the
fantastical at any moment. It’s perfectly matched with the score provided by
Oneohtrix Point Never’s Daniel Lopatin, which nods to Tangerine Dream–style VHS
thriller soundtracks of yore while going someplace far more inventive and
expressive than most current imitators. Lopatin’s anxious squiggles of melodies
and sonic assaults give us as good a sense as any of what it feels like inside
Connie’s head.
Robert Pattinson in Good Time, PHOTO: A24 |
Jennifer Jason Leigh and
Barkhad Abdi pop up in brief roles — Abdi’s appearance seems especially
truncated, and bizarrely anonymous for a very recognizable Oscar nominee. But
it’s Taliah Webster as Connie’s teen-girl ally who stands out with her
seen-it-all unflappability, as does Buddy Duress as a fellow criminal Connie
stumbles into a partnership with. And Benny Safdie’s performance as Nick is a
tightrope walked successfully, dodging every cringe-y pitfall of actors
portraying the disabled and bringing down an emotional hammer that bookends the
film. For all its throttling thrills, Good Time is a film about a destructive
love — and loving someone despite not having the right kind of love to give
them. Ignore the deceptively convivial title: This is the kind of thrill that
sticks.
*This review originally ran during the Cannes Film Festival.
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