Studio: Shudder
Director: Edoardo Vitaletti
Writer: Edoardo Vitaletti
Producer: Isen Robbins, Aimee Schoof, Harrison Allen, Madeleine Schumacher, B. Stephen Tedeschi Jr.
Stars: Stefanie Scott, Isabelle Fuhrman, Judith Roberts, P.J. Sosko, Carolyn McCormick, Michael Laurence, Elijah Rayman, Stephen Lee Anderson, Rory Culkin
Review Score:
Summary:
Strange events befall a farming family in 1843 when their daughter becomes involved in an illicit affair with a servant.
Review:
I skipped right over “The Last Thing Mary Saw” when I first skimmed through the Fantasia International Film Festival’s 2021 program guide. The still image accompanying its listing simply showed two women standing solemnly in bonnets and smocks with an oil lamp lit behind them. The summary mentioned maids, the year 1843, and a “repressively religious household.” Additional color from the copywriter described the movie as an “artfully wrought” tale of “young women victimized by the prejudices of a bygone era” that featured “lengthy stretches without dialogue.”
When I make my initial pass through any film festival lineup, I look for titles that stand out and wow me, or else earn intrigue by seeming like they have something distinctive in store. “The Last Thing Mary Saw” didn’t do either of those things. Decoding the description above, the movie sounded like a sleepy period piece whose portfolio invests exclusively in quiet mood, and funds it by taxing a bored audience’s patience. In other words: an atmosphere-intensive chamber play filled with straining violin music, overcast skies, copious candlelight, and sullen-faced folks with names like Agnes and Eleanor.
A press release prompted me to reconsider waving my hand with casual disregard. In my quickness to dismiss the movie as more “meh” than “must see,” I missed that the cast included Rory Culkin and Isabelle Fuhrman. While not a guaranteed home run hitter, Culkin typically chooses peculiar parts, or at least indie projects that often come from off the beaten path. Fuhrman will forever be a genre queen for her impossible-to-forget performance in “Orphan.” I additionally realized that the aforementioned copywriter was Michael Gingold, the former Fangoria mainstay whose insightful writing cemented him as an essential voice in entertainment journalism. Suddenly, the reputations behind these names bulked up “The Last Thing Mary Saw’s” potential with heft that was harder to ignore. Now I noticed terms such as “occult,” “mysterious death,” and “ageless forces” peppering the synopsis. My interest wasn’t just piqued. “The Last Thing Mary Saw” had unexpectedly vaulted high enough to become one of my most anticipated titles of Fantasia.
Alas, that fire was quite quickly extinguished within minutes of the movie getting underway. That impression I’d invented in my mind of the starched-turtleneck slow-burner I feared “The Last Thing Mary Saw” might be? That’s precisely the movie it is.
Suspicions of stuffiness are immediately validated when the film opens on a quote (already a negative sign) from John Calvin, the 16th-century French theologian who played a key role in the Protestant Reformation. “The Last Thing Mary Saw” then doubles up its effort to emulate the presentation of musty leather literature by separating acts with intertitle chapter headings.
After employing bookend pieces that frame the film as a flashback, we learn from her concerned parents that young Mary is in an illicit relationship with the family’s housemaid Eleanor. This sequence chooses a poor position to introduce the relationship driving the premise because, without first meeting both women or having an opportunity to watch love develop between them, their bond is only a spoken-not-seen device to set the plot into motion.
When we do finally see them in the same room, Eleanor and Mary are in the midst of being punished with prayer, which again defines the women by what their affair means to the family, not by who they are to each other. Peculiarly, the camera even cuts to a first-person perspective of Mary’s little brother spying on this religious “correction,” suggesting that what the boy is personally witnessing is more important than the pain being inflicted upon the women. This is objectively counterintuitive camera placement that confuses whose tale it is that “The Last Thing Mary Saw” wishes to tell.
Mary and Eleanor continue serving as props instead of as people. The disapproving aunts, uncles, and cousins around them become an interchangeable mass of condescending frowns and offscreen whispers. Being brooding, pensive, and often silent does not directly prohibit characters from creating charisma capable of attracting a viewer’s attention. But this script seems to think anemic affectation is unavoidable. Because none of these entities exhibit anything close to a quantifiable personality, the movie never develops one either.
Given the film’s setting and summary, reasonable expectations probably anticipate a witchcraft element, which is commonplace in such scenarios. Those hungry for horror however, will find that “The Last Thing Mary Saw” has none for quite a long while.
An occult aspect eventually takes shape, although it doesn’t take center stage. “The Last Thing Mary Saw” instead maintains a tone that’s traditionally suited for mainstream melodrama. A wicked little ending gets more than a little macabre, but by then we’ve overdosed on enough shots of grazing chickens and bearded men brandishing books that we’re too comatose too care.
“The Last Thing Mary Saw” is very much a film for genre festival attendees who want something studious to discuss over lattes after indulging in a steadier diet of carnage and comedy. A less polite likening would classify “The Last Thing Mary Saw” as a movie your mother’s knitting circle would talk about if they watched horror movies instead of reading Oprah’s book club selections.
I’m not one to use the worn-out phrase “brings nothing new to the table,” although I’d like to use it here for simplicity’s sake. Recent cinema has seen an influx of more meaningful films that explore intolerant oppression, especially as applied to same-sex relationships, and especially in depictions of earlier eras of patriarchal persecution. Purely on a production level, “The Last Thing Mary Saw” looks good, and its intentions are too. But what is unique about it that would make anyone pay attention to a story we’ve seen told before with more emotionally captivating content? The dreary drama of “The Last Thing Mary Saw” is drier than an August afternoon in Palm Springs, except without any of the heat that might memorably scorch your skin.
Review Score: 45
At least the movie only runs 70 minutes, though I suppose that extra 10 technically disqualifies it from being a literal amateur hour.