Greta

Out Now On-Demand

Psycho-thriller that pairs Chloë Grace Moretz and Isabelle Huppert in a tale of obsession from director Neil Jordan (The Crying Game). 

Frances (Moretz) is a bored, struggling waitress who returns a lost handbag to its owner Greta (Huppert). The two begin to spend time together as friends, until Frances makes a discovery that encourages her to pull away. Of course, Greta won't let her get away easily, and friendship turns to torment.

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Directed by

  • Neil Jordan('Byzantium', 'Michael Collins', 'Interview with the Vampire', 'The Crying Game')

Written by

Drama, Thriller

98mins

Rating: R13 Bloody violence & content that may disturb

Ireland, USA

In the nightmarish age of franchises and fanboys, it is not often that one is given the cinematic gift that is a psychological thriller—much less one of the delicious unhinged-stalker variety. Thankfully then, one has finally arrived in the form of the baffling, bonkers and beautifully mediocre Greta.

Greta begins as Frances (Chloë Grace Moretz), a naive Boston transplant living with her best friend in New York, finds a handbag abandoned on the train. Tracking down its owner via the ID card within, she is led to Greta (Isabelle Huppert), a chic, lonely and only slightly dippy French woman with whom she strikes up an unlikely friendship.

Sadly for Frances, however, Greta’s intentions are more sinister as they seem and, upon the discovery of Greta’s cupboard full of handbags identical to the one she found on the train—each ominously labelled with the names and numbers of previous good samaritans—a messy break-up ensues and Greta goes a bit nuts.

What follows is entirely predictable yet in Greta there are still plenty of fun questions to be asked: Why do two urban dwelling millennials have a landline? Do people on the mean streets of New York really not use bike locks? And how is the perfectly robust Frances so easily physically overpowered by a petite European sexagenarian?

The blanket answer: this is an extremely silly movie, and all the better for it. With a clunky script, some very clunky foreshadowing and the most utterly useless characters imaginable, Greta is at its best when its leaning into the bonkers 90’s thriller tropes it so closely resembles.

With Huppert’s theatricality on full throttle, her descent into total loopiness is a joy to behold, while Moretz is delightfully inept as the intuition and common sense-free Frances.

Directed by Neil Jordon of Interview with the Vampire and The Crying Game fame, even with Huppert’s presence Greta has no apparent aspirations for any such acclaim—and thank goodness. Wonderfully batshit, devoid of arty pretention and full of pleasantly bizarre incongruities, Greta is the kind of dumb, crazy, and totally average stalker film the world needs more of.

Hollywood Reporter

press

The filmmaker's expressively cockeyed impulses soon take over, and the resulting craziness is quite delightful to behold in the moment and to reflect on after.

IndieWire (USA)

press

It opens as a stilted, awkward drama... and then it takes a surprising flip.

Guardian (UK)

press

It’s everything and nothing, a familiar regurgitation of a formula with precious little to add.

Variety (USA)

press

Falls squarely in B movie territory but, by virtue of its two lead performers, winds up being far more enjoyable than it has any right to be.

Vulture

press

The film is intense and features a performance by Chloë Grace Moretz that's more committed than this swill deserves.

Stuff.co.nz (Graeme Tuckett)

press

File under disappointing.

Vanity Fair

press

Huppert and Jordan are certainly capable of turning up the volume, but for whatever reason they pull back in Greta, getting stuck somewhere between shlockly art and arty schlock.