a fantastic and at times disturbing movie. Australia's colonial past had a darker side which we must not ignore.
Man... This was heart-breaking, intense, emotional, brutal, and moving. Incredible film, incredible performances, especially by the lead actress, Aisling Franciosi. She nailed this role and she brings you into this story with such silent force, it's mind-blowing.
Dark, bleak and almost violent to a fault, The Nightingale will surely put off many viewers, but those who stick around will be treated to a bare faced flick about the futility of revenge, and the atrocities brought about by colonialism in early 19th century Tasmania.
Not for the faint of heart, and sometimes a little too on the nose with it’s messages, The Nightingale is a controversial ride for viewers who wish to test their shock-cinema mettle, but also for those who appreciate movies that tackle difficult, unresolved contemporary issues to muse on long after the runtime concludes.
Should watch it once, like Schindler's List.
I wanted so badly to see a female victim character who was strong enough to take one of the two paths of resistance—fight or forgive—but Clare has suffered too much psychological damage. Aisling does a marvelous job of portraying all the subtleties of her character as she wrestles with a desire for revenge, and woundedness which leaves her with barely enough strength to carry on.
I emphatically agree with others: bravíssimo for the film's treatment of racism. It is finely detailed from many viewpoints and in many aspects. This is one of the best presentations of racism I've ever seen, perhaps also helped by placing it in a setting far from my country (USA).
That was a decent film with a deep plot with some dark scenes and funny enough it had a hint of sense of humour blended in there with some of the lines but didn’t think much of the acting from the cast.
Good movie just it’s dark and sad
A powerful piece of filmmaking. Direction, acting, and storytelling are all very good, and the reminders about the white man's mistreatment of Black people and women are all very relevant.
A little bit tough to sit through the whole 2 hours of "The Nightingale" because of its repeated brutalities on screen.
It may not be the most creative screenplay but still grows on awful, raw, cruel beauty.
Also, I never really thought I could COMPLETELY HATE a Sam Claflin character (because it's Sam Claflin in all his charming self, afterall) but God... I hate him so fucking much. He's terrifying.
I like to believe that I have a high tolerance for violence and brutality in film. So when I heard the warnings about this film, i was inclined to believe people were being overdramatic. They were not. This was torturous to the soul to watch. This film seriously violated my psyche. And thats why I love this. I dont even like period pieces, and yet the historical context further bolstered what already would've been a heartbreaking and mesmerizing film.
[9.0/10] There’s a select group of movies -- ones like Requiem for a Dream, The Road, and Hereditary -- that are extraordinary achievements in filmmaking and artistry, but which I never, ever want to see again. The Nightingale instantly joins that distinguished collection, a gripping, affecting, lingering film that you will wish, perhaps, didn’t linger so long.
I don’t know if I would recommend this movie to anyone. At most, I might say that if you have an iron stomach, it has well-drawn characters, an effective premise, and brilliantly constructed scenes. But I would also warn people that at various points it will make you want to crawl into a hole and die. That is, I take it, by design -- an escalation of the sort of too real misery director Jennifer Kent put on display in her outstanding debut feature, The Babadook. It is also, however, a lot to take.
It’s telling that within the movie’s first ten minutes, there is a rape, and having been warned by similarly wearied travelers that this one gets pretty dark, you say to yourself, “that was distressing, but totally stomachable,” only to realize, to your horror, that it was just the appetizer. The follow-up sequence, where the embittered lieutenant, denied the promotion he believes he deserves after his superior officer witnesses his libertine ways, takes his frustrations out on Clare, our protagonist, and her family. The ensuing nightmare of rape, murder, and infanticide is enough to where even an inveterate “see it through” completionist like me would fault no soul on this earth for turning off the movie and giving up.
But if that were it, as utterly horrible and borderline unwatchable as that sequence is, I could maybe warn people that there’s an incredibly rough scene to get through, but that things become manageable from there. The Nightingale is a revenge movie, one where, as in films like Kill Bill and The Revenant and even much slighter action fare like John Wick, the film needs you to feel its protagonist’s righteous anger, in order to earn the catharsis of their eventually vengeance. After witnessing such callous brutality, it is hard not to want to see the lieutenant and those who aided him suffer their just deserts almost as much as Clare does.
Unfortunately, the movie does not stop there. What follows is a cavalcade of cruelty and murder. Clare herself and her “blackfella” guide and eventually comrade and confidante, Billy, are subject to shortage of further horrors on their quest to bring the lieutenant to justice. Apart from them, the movie depicts the deaths and degradation of mothers, children, “guides”, prisoners, indigenous peoples, ensigns, and basically anyone and anything whom a British man with a gun and a sense of entitlement can designate as “the other.”
I wish I could call this surfeit of violence and stomach-churning debasement indulgent or excessive. It is harrowing; it is stark, but it is not pointless or frivolous. Kent and her team make the audience feel every blood-chilling echo of colonialism, of racism, of misogyny, of othering, in order to make the picture’s implicit condemnation as visceral and unavoidable as humanly possible. This is not a rank “gore for gore sake” movie, or torture porn like Hostel or, god help me, even the overextended dose of cruely of Audition. Each unwatchable moment is in service of the same purpose, the same overriding message, of the dignity and basic humanity denied of oppressed peoples of all stripes whose only sin is being born to a race or station where those with power consider them property.
Kent still has her horror bonafides, so she also shows us Clare falling asleep, and seeing intermixed images of her dead husband and daughter dancing and welcoming her to the afterlife, alongside ghastly images of the people she and others have killed, haunting or chasing her, a reminder of what she is both trying to exorcise in her determined, furious search for revenge, and also of what she’s lost and been turned into through the callousness and disregard of others. Kent still knows how to compose a scene for maximum fright, with close ups on faces and flashed together iconography of the dead to chill the soul.
And yet, if there’s a hint of something optimistic amid this cinematic pile of death and misery, it’s the notion that there can be understanding and camaraderie and equality and even mutual support among the oppressed. One of the harshest things to swallow about The Nightingale is the way the lieutenant, a self-entitled villain among villains, tries to make others complicit in his unspeakable acts, forcing subordinate officers and child convicts and anyone within his power to take part in his horrid deeds, encouraging those under his thumb to turn on and blame one another rather than train their weapons or their ire upon the source of their pain and the one who actually deserves it.
Despite such deplorable egging on, and divisions of race and class that persist even among those mutually ground under the bootheel of the English gentlemen, Clare and Billy find common cause, friendship, and mutual trust. Though one is Irish and one is aboriginal, they each sing the songs of their people; they each resent the British overlords who debase them and make their lives hell; they each mourn those lost amid such casual cruelty, and they both yearn to return to a home that their oppressors have, in one way or another, robbed them of. Through such common struggles, the distance between them shrinks, the bonds between them strengthen, and by the end of the film, the two are part of the same, crossing the separations of language and culture and race and disdain in the shadow of a shared yearning for justice and freedom.
Kent gives them similar symbolism to represent that connection. Each looks to the sky, through the trees, up to a pallid moon or a rising sun, asking without words what god would allow such miseries to be enacted against them, and hinting that, perhaps, in the end, a better may come. She contrasts Clare as the titular nightingale with Billy as a local blackbird, each representing their spirits and their spiritual desire to escape this place and this life.
There is grand catharsis in that, in Clare stomping on the lieutenant’s career on behalf of her spouse and child before Billy sends a spear through his heart for the genocide of his people. There is something heartening about the moment when Clare slips her hand into Billy’s, the culmination of her moving closer and closer to him, psychologically and literally over the course of their travels, and he assures her that they are in a good safe place. There is relief as both stare out onto a sunrise over a shoreline horizon, having come so far and done what they came to do, albeit at a terrible price.
I just wish the path to get there hadn’t made me want to shower for days and hug my loved ones until they burst and watch nothing but Disney movies for a year to get the film’s harshest events and images out of my head. Those disquieting sequences exist for a reason. They convey, in a way nothing else could, the sheer hubris and barbarism among those who hold themselves above others for supposedly being civilized, and the terrible wrongs committed against so many in the name of an unjust system of power and oppression. The Nightingale, like its protagonist, achieves what it sets out to do. I just never want to see it do it again.
This is a must see movie. However, like others have mentioned here, this movie contains gratuitous violence. Slasher movie level violence, along with colonial themes depicting crimes against First Nations people. Not for the faint-hearted.
A superb, albeit harrowing drama about colonial violence, misogyny, and racism
Written and directed by Jennifer Kent, The Nightingale could certainly be categorised as a revisionist western, albeit set in Van Diemen's Land (modern-day Tasmania), an island about 150 miles off the southeast coast of Australia, but it's probably more accurate to class it as a colonial revenge. On the surface, it's very much a genre picture, a rape/revenge drama set in a western milieu. However, as it progresses, it gradually reveals itself as less concerned with hitting genre beats than engaging with issues such as racism, misogyny, innocence, the fine line between barbarism and civilisation, and the cathartic potential of violent revenge (or possible lack thereof). Much as Kent's debut, the exceptional The Babadook (2014), was a horror in name only, its genre serving as a means to a thematic end, so too with The Nightingale. Brutally violent (but never gratuitously so), extremely unpleasant, and downright nihilistic at times, it's not going to pack them in at the multiplex, but for those who think of cinema as art first, entertainment second, this is an important, relevant, and mature study of mans' innate capacity for cruelty.
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A sad and all too real tale of suffering and the audacity of the White Man taking what isn’t his, and ploughing through lives like it’s nothing.
Also, an unlikely friendship, and song.
A hard to watch, brutal, revenge movie with an excellent performance from Franciosi. If you watch the trailer then you know what you're getting yourself into but I'll just say that it never really lets off the gas in terms of violence. It's not like there's the inciting incident in the beginning and that's it. There are many, very violent scenes throughout.
Although they're very different movies, I just watched Green Book so I can't help but compare a little. Quite frankly, Green Book's depiction of racism feels like child's play compared to The Nightingale. The brutal treatment of the Aborigines, even by another marginalized group (e.g. Clare), makes racism feel like the revolting thing that it is rather than just some bad actors in a specific time or place. The simultaneous hatred and fear of the minority being brutalized is also highlighted. We see true moments of fear from Clare and Hawkins, even as they wield the power to end the life of the person they fear. This fear, hatred, and anger makes the progression of Clare and Billy's relationship all the more significant while watching. Where Green Book felt like a misguided and sanitized depiction of racism, with somewhat two dimensional characters, The Nightingale feels like a horrific, but honest, depiction of it with very real and complex characters.
Performances were great throughout. Franciosi, in particular, was truly excellent. To me, the mark of a great performance is forgetting the actor and believing the character on screen to be real flesh and blood with experiences as you see them and I felt that here. In addition, Claflin made me truly despise him as a villian and Ganambarr's performance was very good as well.
In total, I would characterize this as half revenge, half drama. It's certainly not a pure revenge flick where the sweet satisfaction of getting even is the prize so don't expect that. Yet, the atrocities are so horrific that there has to be some pursuit of justice. But the relationship between Clare and Billy within a hostile environment also plays a significant role. By the end, I was watching for both.
I don't know that I would recommend it just because it's so difficult to watch and, to be frank, I don't know that I'll ever watch it again either. But that's not from a lack of quality. This movie was well done in just about every respect.
What an excellent film. Kept me captivated from the start to the very end. An amazing performance by Aisling Franciosi and think that’s the reason why for the first time in a while, I wasn’t distracted by my phone. A must watch
Trigger warning around 15/20 minutes up to about the 30 minute mark
Fantastic movie, but VERY disturbing scenes
Very dark but moving film visiting our colonial past. Great Australian movie proving that we have a wealth of talent here. Beautifully made; wonderfully acted.
Producer: Wow, I don't know... There's an awful lot of rape scenes in this movie.
Director: Don't worry, we're gonna break them up with lots of racism.
What a vile little film, and all the more so because it's fairly well made.
“Welcome to the world - full of misery from top to bottom.”
- Clare
Another reason why we need more women directors! From the “Babadook” to this. Cannot wait for Jennifer Kent’s next film. This was a crazy brutal thrill ride from start to finish.
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A bittersweet movie about revenge.
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What an emotionally powerful performance by the lead actress. I am completely blown away.