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Joachim Triers final film in his loosely constituted Oslo Trilogy is stitched throughout with the color of longing.
But Julies face doesnt appear afraid or disgusted.
But who is Julie?
Its a questionshe cant pose to herself, so she looks for answers everywhere else, ineveryoneelse.
She changes her major to psychology, breaks up with her boyfriend.
When was life supposed to start?
Julie cant sit still.
But each identity she tries on proves ill-fitting.
The phrase is so often applied to HBO dramedies and Sally Rooney that its lost all its brawn.
But what kind of story can you arm-linkThe Worst Person in the Worldto?
He allows his maturing, if not mature, characters to exist in exceedingly gray areas.
They arent neatly good people with perfect politics who say what they mean and mean what they say.
They fuck up, in sometimes glorious ways, and are accountable for those fuckups.
A shot of Aksel pouring coffee, transfixed midstream, gives way to Julie running through the streets.
Oslo itself is frozen.
All stuck in place while she moves forward, running to find Eivind.
They spend the rest of the day together, the world motionless around them.
And isnt that how new love feels?
The camera glides with curiosity, drinking in the surroundings and characters.
In one moment, Julie spots a couple mid-kiss.
She shifts the womans hand to the mans ass and winks at the camera.
Yet the character that got most under my skin was Aksel.
He is a series of intriguing contradictions.
He doesnt take it well, revealing a deeper wellspring of misogyny.
Lies performance here left me in tears.
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