Aftersun

A fantastic film! Easily one of the best films of the year!

Intelligently written and confidently directed by first-time filmmaker Charlotte Wells. Aftersun was an gently told but profoundly affecting story told in the fragmentary kaleidoscopic-like of memory recollection. The last 5-10 minutes were a tour de force of experiential storytelling, packing an emotional wallop without the sledgehammer and drama. Tears were freely wept.

The lean 109 minutes film was a visual and visceral experience of walking through one's mind palace through the fog and haziness of years. Wells had successfully captured through an unique cinematic language, the pain of memory and trying to capture what was lost and whether it had ever been found/had. The film continued to haunt long after the screen had faded to black and the credits rolled and as we ourselves searched our memory for what we had already seen to try to answer the myriad questions that creep in and permeate our thoughts. 

It forced us to question not just the film but also our own life experiences. Truly a formidable storytelling by Wells!

However, Wells storytelling only could have worked with the cast that she had. Newcomer Frankie Corio anchored the film as we wandered through her memories - specifically a summer holiday she shared with her father in Turkey in the early 90s. Corio was luminescent and effervescent and disarmingly charming, and her chemistry with Paul Mescal - as her father - was realistically natural.

Mescal was astounding! A finely tuned, nuanced performance that showed formidable range and depth. The darkness in him only became apparent as the film reached its final third and at the end, as we reconciled what we had just witnessed with the man we first saw in the beginning. 

Of course, this film was not without its fault and the most glaring issues were Wells' tendency to occasionally to squeeze as much directorial debut tropes as possible, and also the unsubtle use of foreshadowing and musical cues.

That said, the music by Oliver Coates were on point, but it was the cinematography Gregory Oke that really stood out as his camera weaved in and out, unobtrusively into our protagonists' private spaces.

Aftersun absolutely deserved all its accolades! But come Oscar time, it may eventually end up being too small. Although with Barry Jenkin as one of its producers, it may very well have momentum and stage some well-deserved upsets in Best Actor, Best Actress, Best Director, Best Original Screenplay, Best Cinematography and Best Picture!

This is one film that I cannot wait to watch again!