Review: Zendaya, John David Washington do what they can in a lacking 'Malcolm & Marie'
If there's one thing to take away from Netflix's "Malcolm & Marie," it's this: When your significant other makes you mac and cheese at 1 in the morning, maybe give them a break for the rest of the night.
A fictional filmmaker doesnât heed that advice with his girlfriend, and the result is two indulgent hours of banter and arguments that do neither character any favors in writer/director Sam Levinsonâs intimate black-and-white drama (â â out of four; rated R; streaming on Netflix). Filmed on the down low last summer during the COVID-19 pandemic, the middling two-hander features Zendaya and John David Washington as two lovers who need couples counseling way more than a night spent going several rounds in a vicious verbal knife fight.
What maybe was supposed to be a Millennial "Whoâs Afraid of Virginia Woolf?â is instead a bunch of a meandering self-centered monologues and seething conversations that lean hateful, angry and ultimately empty.
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Following the premiere of his newest movie, a drama about a drug-addicted young woman who gets clean, Malcolm (Washington) returns home with his beloved Marie (Zendaya). She goes to the bathroom and then tends to their late-night snack, while he struts and dances around the place to James Brown. A âwhite lady from the LA Timesâ told him heâs the next Spike Lee or Barry Jenkins, so heâs on cloud nine. Marie, in the kitchen, is perturbed.
âMalcolm, I promise you, nothing productive is going to be said tonight,â she warns when he asks why sheâs ticked off. Instead of moving on or going to bed, Malcolm doesnât give it up â letâs just say the manâs not great at de-escalation â and she obliges.
It turns out he thanked everybody at the event but Marie, and itâs the latest example of Malcolm taking her for granted. A former actress, Marie feels sheâs responsible for a good amount of his success â how much, exactly, depends on whoâs talking and which argument theyâre having. As the night goes on, more of their repressed hard feelings come out and are used as weapons. And each one knows how best to hurt the other.
He calls her a clown, a featherweight and âgenuinely unstable,â that last one while angrily pounding down mac and cheese. She calls him a fraud, a parakeet, a con artist, âthe neediest man Iâve ever datedâ and, worst of all (at least to him), mediocre.
Itâs all a little much, and at the same time, you donât really get to know either Malcolm or Marie. Thereâs discussion of a longtime bond between them and sacrificing for each other, yet their relationship is more physical than deeply emotional, at least in the one night shown in the film.
The quieter scenes where each retreats back into the corner after a fight unlocks some of the best stuff: After one round, Marie silently changes clothes while Malcolm goes outside and kicks dirt, frantically mimicking fencing an invisible foe while muttering to himself. And when the LA Times "white ladyâs" review comes in, which calls Malcolmâs film âa cinematic tour de forceâ and âgenuine masterwork,â he takes offense and launches into a hilarious, exhausting rant about art and criticism, calling the reviewer a âhalfwitâ for politicizing a film he believes leads with heart. (Sadly, the USA TODAY review apparently hadnât gone online yet.)
Washingtonâs comedic timing and acting chops are obvious in playing a filmmaking man-child, and Zendaya is luminous as a woman who doesnât deal with any of his nonsense. Sheâs an absolute fire in one five-minute soliloquy where Marie says everything about their dynamic that Malcolm just canât. (As collaborators on HBOâs hit âEuphoria,â Levinson definitely knows how to write for Zendaya.)
While both actors are game to take on Levinsonâs lackluster material, they can only do so much. Marie knocks Malcolm on the fact that, unlike the trailblazing Lee and Jenkins, he doesnât have anything to say. The same argument could be made of âMalcolm & Marie,â a movie with plenty of relationship venom and vitriol without any real bite.
At least Malcolmâs latest movie got a good review. Levinsonâs, not so much.