Another Simple Favor Is So Fun, Until It Gets So Dumb
The delight of “A Simple Favor,” directed by Paul Feig (who is back for the sequel) and based on a novel by Darcey Bell, lies in its unexpected strangeness, powered by undercurrents that transformed what could have been a typical “Gone Girl”-esque thriller into something less predictable. Initially, it follows the story of a solitary mommy blogger who forms an unusual bond with a stylish town outsider. However, when the latter inexplicably disappears, leaving her son and husband behind, she is entrusted to her friend’s care on screen. From the start, both Emily and Stephanie appear to be unsettled characters. Emily, with her prim sweaters and frozen smile, presents as a highly strung supermom who seemed capable of causing harm before she decided to take up detective work while assuming control over her friend’s life. (The film effectively showcases Kendrick’s manic side.) Stephanie, on the other hand, comes across more like a celebrity guest than a woman feeling suffocated in a small town after a more vibrant urban existence. Her eccentric outfits suggest costumes, and her entire life appears as if it could be abandoned at any moment – which, of course, she does. If the narrative explores a toxic suburban friendship, the movie itself delves into the unsettling encounter of two psychosexual soulmates.