JOSIE Review: Uncomfortable Attraction, Revenge, and Tortoises


A young, beautiful stranger rolls into town. The town’s preeminent loner becomes enraptured. Horrible things happen.

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Eric England’s Josie has the ingredients for a strong feel-bad thriller, the kind that William Friedkin makes. But unlike Friedkin’s The French Connection or the more recent Killer Joe, Josie lacks the instinct to go for the throat, to really wander through the wilderness of the human psyche’s penchant for evil. It wants to play in the “icky premise” sandbox—a middle-aged high school security guard with a mysterious past (Dylan McDermott) falls for the equally mysterious new girl (Sophie Turner) at school—but it doesn’t want to go all the way with it. And yet, that desire to let its characters off the hook through a series of “gotcha” twists makes the situation even ickier because it walks up to the edge of apologizing for a pedophile’s urges.

England’s reluctance to really dig into the ugliness at the heart of its protagonist, Hank (McDermott), is also apparent in the craft of the film. Working with editor Paul Matthew Gordon, England removes the edge from too many scenes, always too eager to cut to comic relief or “Don’t worry, it’s not as bad as you think” reassurances. When Hank peers from his ratty motel patio to stare at Josie tanning like Lolita by the complex’s pool, cinematographer Zoe White shoots it like Psycho’s iconic peering-through-the-peephole shot—it’s unnerving, it’s prurient, it’s gross and thrilling all at once in that way only a voyeuristic film can be. But because Hank has turned the patio into a makeshift zoo for his pet tortoises, England and Gordon cut away from the supercharged psychosexual discomfort to focus on a quirk.

This urge to sanitize, to sand off rough edges for 90 percent of the film, makes Josie feel foggy, like it’s a fourth-generation video tape of something you remember as being much better long ago. It’s nostalgic for an imagined time when it was more okay for movies to jolt a viewer out of their comfort zone to face head-on the repulsiveness of humanity’s underbelly, but it’s too self-conscious to indulge in the same shock tactics.

The casting has a similar halfway there feeling to it. McDermott plays the Matthew McConaughey character, but he’s either unwilling or unable to get truly sinister the way McConaughey could. McDermott imbues Hank with a wounded-puppy demeanor, all so nobody watching in the theater squirms too much as he leers at a girl who could be his daughter. He’s quiet and keeps to himself the way creeps tend to do, but his hinted-at tragic backstory and his resolve to be a better man give his lecherous proclivities the air of, “I’m only joking!” He wants to be good, and the movie wants him to be good, so it gives him a pass for his continual “courting” of Josie because he’s sad or something. McDermott is never bad, merely workmanlike in the role, serviceable with a dead-eyed stare and a menacing southern drawl, but he never brings the malevolent magnetism the role requires to take it to the next level.

Turner, on the other hand, is a hoot. She actually has fun in her role. She plays things coy, never giving the same answer twice to the question, “Where are your parents?” It’s a legitimate thing to ask of a high schooler who moves on her own to a seedy motel in the middle of Florida. With her big sunglasses and her swimsuits, she displays a canny ability to get the people around her to do what she wants. She keeps her cards close to her vest, toying with everyone, and in so doing gives Josie the rah-rah momentum of a revenge picture.

But revenge isn’t the most compelling aspect of Josie, no matter how badly the movie wants it to be. It has every opportunity to spin a tale about unhealthy obsession, exploitation of the young, and loneliness. It even begins to go down that road at times. Then it cuts to tortoises racing each other because it can’t face genuine human monstrousness.

Director: Eric England
Writer: Anthony Ragnone II
Starring: Sophie Turner, Dylan McDermott, Jack Kilmer, Kurt Fuller, Robin Bartlett
Available in limited release and on demand now

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