Also along for the joyride (?) is Alice’s favourite nephew Tyler and it’s one of this faintly likeable film’s pleasures to watch the seasoned Streep and the young talent Lucas Hedges fudge their way through breakfast conversations in what looks like a scriptless voyage into mid-ocean.
Stranded in the azure waters, the actors do what they know best. Act. I am not sure why all these talented actors agreed to be a part of a film that is so haphazard in design and execution. The understated but undeniable conflict between people who were once close but are now torn apart irredeemably, reminded me of Woody Allen’s cinema, except that here we are not supposed to laugh when Roberta comes into Alice’s room and asks her to pay up the money for using her (Roberta’s) life in her last book. This, after being invited by Alice for a free joyride, is a laugh.
But we really can’t do that. Not when the above sequence ends in abject tragedy. Let Them All Talk is still watchable for the performances, not just Streep who is…well Streep (and that’s all we need to know) but also Diane West and Candice Bergen, the latter no longer the sexy lissome lass from The Wind & The Lion but nonetheless still a ball of fire who can cut the wind with her leonine gaze. Hedges as the nephew struggles to give coherence to a part that requires the young actor to be in awe of Meryl Streep and the character she’s playing.
Oh yes, there also a literary agent, played by Gemma Chan, on board. What is she doing there? What are they all doing in this film? Soderberg shot this film on the ship from a wheelchair. This could be the distinguished casts of saying thank you.
Directed by Steven Soderberg, Let Them All Talk Gets 2 and a half stars.
Image source: youtube/HBOmax,imdb
Image source: youtube/HBOmax,imdb