The Drama

CinemaSerf

With just one week to go until their nuptials, the partially deaf 'Emma' (Zendaya) and 'Charlie' (Robert Pattinson) are nervously anticipating the big day. Planning is still incomplete as they sit down with friends 'Rachel' (Alana Haim) and her husband 'Mike' (Mamoudou Athie) for the onerous task of selecting the menu. The mushroom risotto seems to be a winner, though quite what was wrong with his idea of a cheeseburger I don't know, and so they turn their thoughts to the wine. A little tipsy, they begin to play a game that ends up with 'Emma' revealing something about her past that shocks all three others around the table. What now ensues illustrates just how the couple have to deal with the psychological consequences of her admission and slowly we begin to wonder if they might just not get married at all. Sure, some of the scenarios are a bit contrived but the writing presents us with some genuinely laugh out loud moments - especially as they discuss their photography schedule, and both Zendaya and Pattinson bounce off each other in such a fashion as to share their gradually increasing discomfort quite effectively with those of us watching. Her revelation, coupled with some fairly entertaining pre-wedding jitters, sets up an enjoyably dark comedy that's peppered with a little social commentary, a gentle critique of thirty-something yuppiedom and some fun observations of reactions, over-reactions and of having just a little too much wine and then opening your mouth. It does ebb and flow a little, and I can't say that the ending did much for me, but this takes a quirky look at just how easily loving relationships can be destabilised and it also stresses that if you are going to try to chat someone up by sharing thoughts on their book - make sure you've actually read it!

Brent Marchant

Most of us are no doubt familiar with the expression “You think you know somebody,” an often-highly disillusioned reaction that arises when we become aware of some kind of previously unknown deception involving someone that runs contrary to our beliefs about that person’s nature. The impact can be severe, too, particularly when it relates to someone close and centers on an especially shocking revelation. So imagine what it must be like when one learns something appalling about one’s fiancée only a few days before the wedding. What effect will such news have on the ceremony, not to mention the prospect of spending the rest of one’s life with that individual? That’s the question raised in this new dark comedy-drama from writer-director Kristoffer Borgli. As Charlie (Robert Pattinson) and Emma (Zendaya) finalize the details of their wedding day over drinks with their matron of honor, Rachel (Alana Haim), and best man, Michael (Mamoudou Athie), an impromptu conversation inadvertently leads to a lurid disclosure by the bride-to-be while in an inebriated state. To say more here would reveal too much, suffice it to say, however, that Emma’s unplanned admission upsets the entire apple cart – the ceremony, the continued participation of the wedding party members and even the future viability of the couple’s relationship. As the fallout unfolds and intensifies, viewers learn through flashbacks with the bride’s younger self (Jordyn Curet) how this scenario came into being, disclosures that raise even more questions and lead to an array of disruptive complications on multiple fronts. And, in the process, the narrative raises a host of hypothetical questions related to judgmentalism, atonement and forgiveness as examined from a variety of contradictory and complementary perspectives. It also places a very revealing mirror in front of each of the principals, exposing much about the character of these characters. Examinations of one’s own past thus come front and center, raising speculation about who among us has a legitimate right to be the one to cast the first stone. Therein lies “the drama” of “The Drama,” but this element is handled in a manner that’s far from being entirely dark. Indeed, much of the story falls back on wry wit and inspired satire with a hefty helping of in-your-face, no-holds-barred candor, the kind that might readily make some audience members squirm uncomfortably in their seats. As a consequence, this is a film that might well rub many viewers the wrong way, primarily because its content might hit a little too close to home. But, then, that’s not to be unexpected from a filmmaker known for readily drawing upon such sensibilities, as was seen in his most recent work, the masterfully crafted “Dream Scenario” (2023). Filmmaker Borgli has, arguably, topped that effort here in a film that’s superbly performed by its excellent ensemble cast (especially its two leads), an effort backed by its razor-sharp writing, deliciously devious plot twists and skillful film editing. Its many edgy sequences are punctuated with themes reminiscent of Woody Allen’s “Crimes and Misdemeanors” (1989) and segments staged not unlike those found in Bernhard Wenger’s “Peacock” (“Pfau – bin ich echt?”) (2024), qualities that place this offering in decidedly fine company. I’ll be the first to admit that “The Drama” won’t appeal to everyone, but those who appreciate its many risky virtues are sure to be riveted by this insightful production, one chock full of pathos, soul-searching and guilty chuckles, the kind of film that one won’t soon forget – and that just might leave us all a little more contrite in the end.

yyingac

i think it is a lovely movie about finding love, in the shadow of guns though. love is when you do not need a reason to forgive. sweet and amusing!

b3m5s

Impressive acting by Zendaya, better than in other movies. Plot: Soon or later every couple discovers aspects of their partner they didn't expect and bring doubts. Unless you love one another and can't resist giving more chances, and realize everyone makes mistakes.

Vinicius Monteiro

Days before walking down the aisle, what was supposed to be the making of a modern fairy tale turned into a psychological minefield for me. I went into The Drama expecting a quirky romance and got a punch in the gut disguised as social satire. The premise revolves around a shocking confession that completely challenged my views on morality, empathy, and how fragile appearances are in our era of constant scrutiny. Fair warning: if you're hitting the theater hoping for a lighthearted rom-com, you're going to crash headfirst into a very uncomfortable mirror of our own hypocrisies. I have to admit, Borgli has an undeniable knack for creating pure discomfort. He took super ordinary events, like a dinner party with close friends, and turned the whole thing into a pressure cooker about to blow. I felt my anxiety spiking without a single moment to catch my breath. Honestly, though, that tactic took its toll and kind of alienated me halfway through. I got the distinct impression that the director took immense pleasure in pushing my boundaries, leaning way too hard into visual sadism just for the shock value, instead of actually caring about the humanity of these characters. For me, Zendaya’s performance is hands down one of the absolute highlights of the movie. I watched her build such a restrained Emma, leaning heavily into silences and micro-expressions of pure anguish. Humanizing a character with such repulsive baggage isn't for everyone, and she delivered incredibly authentic reactions without ever having to resort to screaming matches. Even though I disapproved of the protagonist's actions, I had to recognize the actress's massive talent in carrying the darkest themes of the plot right on her shoulders. I really felt that Pattinson fully embraced Charlie’s downward spiral into madness. He delivered a performance that goes all the way from total adoration for his fiancée to a suffocating, obsessive paranoia. The way he transitions, blending cringe comedy with the raw pain of a guy being eaten alive from the inside, really kept me hooked. But the roadblock here wasn't his acting; it was the total mess the script becomes in the final stretch. Charlie starts taking these over-the-top, almost villainous actions, and his decisions spiral so far out of control that they drastically drift away from who he was at the start, completely shattering any empathy I had for the guy. I thought they nailed it together during the scenes of social fakeness. That pre-wedding photoshoot sequence is already iconic. Watching Zendaya and Pattinson forcing those cheesy, commercial-ready smiles while their internal worlds were collapsing gave me some good, nervous laughs. The unforgivable structural flaw I noticed, though, was the total lack of prior affection on screen. The story threw me straight into the middle of the crisis. Since I never actually understood why they fell in love in the first place or even saw them share genuine memories, the breakup didn't really hurt. Without proving to me that they had a solid foundation, the relationship just looked like a sad, bourgeois arrangement right from minute one. I noticed the supporting cast suffers from some really bizarre ups and downs. Alana Haim felt like a massive asset playing Rachel. She acted as the spark in the group’s moral crisis and perfectly captured that cynical side of a society that just loves to consume other people's tragedies up close. But then you have incredibly talented actors like Mamoudou Athie getting completely sidelined. His character basically just served as a mirror for the moral reactions of the rich white folks in the plot, which felt like a huge waste. And I couldn't help but be shocked by the massive casting blunder in the flashbacks. The girl they picked to play pre-teen Emma looks absolutely nothing like Zendaya. That visual stretch just to sell me on an "ugly duckling" syndrome completely pulled me out of the movie on the spot. I felt like the way the film was shot chose to play it way too safe. The visual language is definitely effective, featuring that polished, clean, and standardized lighting you usually expect from major studios. But it just lacked personality for me. A theme this claustrophobic and emotionally sick begged for a much more visceral, gritty, or experimental camera work. The cinematography ended up just documenting the psychological chaos in a way that was a bit too passive, wasting the chance to make me feel even dizzier from all their madness. Forget about any pleasant romantic melodies; the score is stuffed with dissonant textures that hit me like a straight-up panic attack to the head. The sound effects dictated the tension the entire time. I have to admit, I get why some people classify this aggressive sound design and those brutal jump cuts in the middle of silence as cheap emotional manipulation. I even caught myself wondering if the director wasn't just cranking up the volume of the score to hide his inability to build tension honestly through the narrative. I felt the script fires in all directions trying to tear down modern social conventions. The dialogue is snappy and packed with biting humor, and I loved the guts it took to avoid a neatly tied-up ending. Forcing the audience to swallow the ethical ambiguity of these people is a big plus in my book. However, I thought the middle of the story completely loses its steam. Once the shock of the revelation wears off, the scenes just stall out, running in endless circles of passive-aggressive bickering that totally drained my patience. Watching people suffer severe nervous breakdowns while spouting off perfectly rehearsed intellectual quotes felt incredibly unrealistic to me. It just ended up feeling dragged out way past its welcome. I felt the suffocation in the air get heavy really fast. The plot pokes at delicate taboos and questions that toxic moralism of people who are always ready to cancel the next guy. The Achilles' heel here was not knowing how to stick to a single genre. I watched Borgli bang his head against the wall trying to be a dense thriller, a dramatic study of failure, and a hysterical social farce all in the same breath. The result didn't entirely work for me. The humor, morbidly focused on secondhand embarrassment, didn't always land well. In several moments, watching the movie just turned into an exhausting suffering session without any real takeaway. I actually felt, along with a significant chunk of the audience, pretty cheated by the promotional campaign. The marketing sold me on the idea of an edgy, stylish romance, something that would perfectly match the charisma of the stars on the poster. Instead, I ran face-first into a freezing cold, nihilistic film that was way more aggressive than any trailer I'd seen suggested. That disconnect between the commercial promise and the actual experience I had generated some genuine frustration for me. The ending left me incredibly torn, but being totally honest, it felt more like sheer laziness than a bold artistic choice. By refusing to give me even a mildly clear resolution for such heavy conflicts, the movie left me with a massive feeling of abandonment. For me, the wrap-up wasn't exactly an invitation to reflect; it was an easy out for a screenwriter who simply didn't know how to untangle the complex trap he set himself. The lack of clear consequences for the protagonists' actions ended up, in my eyes, invalidating a huge chunk of the emotional exhaustion I invested over those two hours. The characters' verbal diarrhea was another thing that really bothered me. Even in the middle of a panic attack or a nervous breakdown, the people involved never lost their syntactic composure. I saw characters spitting out sophisticated catchphrases, rehearsed paragraphs of philosophical cynicism, and perfectly structured monologues. As someone looking for a real connection with what I'm watching, it was almost impossible for me to believe in these people. They acted way more like the director's puppets designed to recite his pessimistic sermons than actual, real human beings. Ultimately, The Drama definitely didn't try to be my new favorite weekend movie. It hit the mark by delivering complex debates backed by absurdly good performances from its main stars, but it fell into its own traps of pacing and pretension. If you have the stomach for excessive cynicism and, like me on certain days, enjoy those tough watches that leave ethical loose ends scattered all over the floor, grab a seat. My experience bounced between exhausting and genius, and the only way to find out how you'll survive this emotional pressure cooker is by going to see it for yourself.