This film has a lot of nudity. Like, a lot. Like, we’re talking “Glad Mom and Dad didn’t come” kind of nudity. And I liked it.
The film, with the truly incredible cast of Tilda Swinton, Ralph Fiennes, Dakota Johnson and Matthias Schoenaerts (it’s an actual dream cast), centers around Marianne Lane (Swinton). She is a pop star recovering from a vocal surgery, and she’s got her lover Paul (Schoenaerts) with her in Italy. Harry Hawkes (Fiennes), her former flame, shows up with his daughter (Johnson), and you’re probably tired of this summary by now.
The short version is they “explore themselves,” sort of. There is a lot of liberating nudity and drinking and Rolling Stones songs, and as you’re watching it, you almost can’t believe it got made. There’s something so irresistible about it, just watching them exist.
Tragedy strikes and they’re all left tattered by the truth. The third act of the film is really dark and vaguely disappointing, but it makes sense. There is so much art to this film you really don’t mind.
These characters are aimless and empty, but they were designed that way. They corrupt each other as well as they screw each other, and at first, you think it’s exciting. By the end, though, you realize just how sad these people are, and to what degree that upsets them. I can’t wait to watch this again and know it’s not porn.
A Bigger Splash is in theaters now.