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Angelina Jolie’s face is made for cinema.

It is those green eyes, which can go from communicating anger to unintentional desire. This is his famous pout, which can devastatingly reveal vulgarity and admiration alike. But it is more than just her beauty. It is her physicality, which is overwhelming in a way that defies the thinness of her frame, and the tremendous explosion of charisma she brings to the screen. Still, for all its screen presence, Jolie does not guarantee a good film. For every film he likes (such as his directorial effort By the Sea), there are countless others that do not rise to his level of stardom or skill. It is disappointing to see one of Hollywood’s most attractive stars in often dull work. That is why it was so thrilling to see him again on the screen giving him a proper vehicle.

Upon moving to Those Who Wish Me Dead, I was more curious than anything, especially given Taylor Sheridan’s involvement as a co-writer and director. (The film was also written by Charles Levitt and Michael Corita, which was based on the latter book). Sheridan, creator of the hit series Yellowstone, has been involved in work that piqued my interest, including Cicero and as the author of Hell or High Water. But his first directing effort, Wind River, betrayed some uncomfortable racial politics in his choice to focus on the white lead (in a murder-related film on the reservation) and his visual and narrative perspective as a filmmaker Never suggested anything particularly interesting about. But those who wanted me to die shocked me. The neo-western divider work is a lean, entertaining, action-packed shot of adrenaline that is striking in its aesthetic decisions and boasts some extremely fun twists from its actors. Most important, it proves once again why Jolie is a star. Some of the most influential compositions in The Who Wish Me Dead study the planes of this famous face, charting the ways that communicating yearning, sorrow, and a devil-may-care destructiveness with clear-eyed honesty Can.

Bouncing between the Montana mountain ranges and the Florida coastline, the film begins somewhat jagged, as it sets the stage for violence. On paper, the plot sounds a bit excessive, but bear with me. A forensic accountant, Owen (Jake Weber), finds and reports something he never wanted to see: a news report concerning a district attorney who has been killed in an explosion. A mysterious group of powerful people, who want to keep that information hidden, hire two hired assassins, Jack (Aidan Gillan) and Patrick (Nicholas Howult), to track Owen. He sets out in Montana with his younger son, Connor (Finn Little), to enlist the help of his former brother-in-law, Ethan (played by the always powerful John Bernthal). Owen is killed by the assassins, and during a frantic quest to survive, Connor crosses paths with Hannah (Jolie), a Montana smoke jumper who lives in a fire tower. As the two bond they escape from the assassins, who fire extensively to create confusion.

It may sound a little tricky, but the film is actually quite simple in narrative design, which is good for everyone. It is enjoyed by its engaging visuals and the way it stresses the story. Sheridan and his cinematographer Ben Richardson treat the natural surroundings with a sense of awe that displays the forces working against the characters: flames lick the sky, eating everything in their path; The lush green hills are rolling; Water flows through crystalline blue creeks, oblivious to the horrors on their edges. There is beauty in these moments, but beneath it lies an understanding of the power of nature and its fragility in the face of human destruction. (The fire that Hannah and Connor are battling is not lost on me.) This beauty is juxtaposed with some truly strong action sequences, where nature and others are often working against the characters. None of this will work if we do not invest in their fortunes due to the skills of the actors involved. This is a film that is as successful at making you care about the characters as it is to hell.

They rely on the characterization of Who Wish Me Dead. It gives us a window into the lives of these people but not the whole story. There is some tricky history going on here, and while I would love to know more about their backstory, the film’s dedication to the present moment in the lives of these people keeps the story at a high pace. Even the smallest roles are felt in the film. I can imagine, thanks to the honesty of the actors’ performances, that these people have lived their entire lives before coming onscreen. But it is the key players that really make the film a suspenseful ride. Gillan and Howalt bring a suitable mix of chili determination to their killer roles, their unswerving scenes reflecting the depth of their moral inferiority. Finn Little gave the film one of the best twists seen by a child artist in a minute. He is not untimely, fortunately. He sounds exactly like any child, both inquisitive and easily hurt. He strikes the right shell-shocked cord in explaining the way Connor is struggling after his father’s murder and why he so desperately needs someone like Hannah. Bernthal, once again, proves why he is one of the most exciting American actors working today. He brings a trademark swagger and strict man who falls short of the depth of his compassion, especially for his pregnant wife Allison (Medina Senghor). When Allison went onscreen, I got a little worried seeing the racial dynamics in Sheridan’s work. What will be the result of this black skinned woman? I had no idea that she would become my favorite character from the film, and it is the most dynamic.

It is Senghor, not Jolie, who has the most nail-biting, edge-of-your-seat action sequences. Patrick and Jack sneak into her house when Ethan is not there. They verbally and physically threaten him by pointing a hot poker at his face. However, she is a resourceful, highly intelligent crook, and not the kind of girl to play with. This sequence is a taut masterwork – directing, blocking, sound design, stuntman, and actors work together to create a series of tense moments that shed light on the film’s strengths, including everyone pulling it off. I enjoy it so much. I don’t want to get too far into the actual beats of the scene, but suffice it to say, it made me happy. In the other world, perhaps Allison would lead this story. How mature is his narrative. It was unexpectedly poignant to see a black skinned black woman who is so capable and loving. And watching Allison’s extraordinary scenes made me realize one of the biggest aspects of the film: you can feel it in your body. Loving film is often regarded as an intellectual practice. But seeing the movie Who Wish Me Dead, I am reminded of the kind of films that can make you scream with joy or fear.

Even though the film is captured moment by moment by Senghor (who is better cast in every damn after this), Jolie brings it on. Smriti tortures Hannah. She cannot escape the previous mistake for which she blames herself – misreading the air while she was attempting to extinguish the fire, killing a coworker and several children. Jolie plays the role of Hannah in a register she is well known for as an actor: the self-destructive, charismatic woman who will soon destroy herself rather than heal. Connor forces Hannah to change her perspective and choose life. “It is impossible to feel sorry for myself around you,” she says in one of the film’s most emotionally resonating scenes. Jolie has become more angular as she ages, and this has made her a more engaging subject to direct. The camera studies his face grooves against the campfire in this scene, giving him a supernatural quality. Throughout, she is thrilled to see, whether she is examining his body after being struck by lightning, doing business with Ethan, or comforting Connor. In many ways, they feel like a marriage between the different aspects of Who Wish Me Dead Jolie and her image as a star: action films of her earlier years and her more maternal image in the last decade — plus . If this is the second (or third?) Acting of Jolie’s career, then I am much more than a sport for traveling.

The Who Wish Me Dead storyline adds credibility to many points, and I think it will impress some viewers. But I don’t go to the movies for realism. I go to feel and be afraid. Who Wish Me Dead finds the truth of the emotional story he wants to tell, and that’s what matters. As the great Bette Davis once said, “Acting must be greater than life. Scripts must be greater than life. It must all be greater than life.” They Who Wish Me Dead is, of course, without losing the inner hunger and needs of its characters. Most interestingly, it serves as an argument that larger-than-life stars like Jolie can be a powerful tool in the film’s arsenal if you know what to do with them.