Critic Consensus: Led by Emily Beecham's note-perfect performance, Daphne is a vivid portrait of a woman in flux - and an auspicious narrative debut for director Peter Mackie Burns.
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"Daphne" is a modest movie, one that feels more like a snack than a meal, but it's so vivid and disarming precisely because it doesn't try to reinvent the wheel or deliver its red-haired heroine unto salvation.
Beecham is triumphant as Daphne. The camera rarely leaves her face, and some of her best moments are silent ones.
The film finally adds up to more than the sum of its well-wrought parts, offering a quietly profound insight into this young woman's attempt to navigate a world that is both familiar and brutally alien.
A character study that, much like its titular subject, refuses to conform to neat, trite expectations (as marvellously inhabited by Emily Beecham) is an appealing mess of uncertainties.
Intensely inhabited by Emily Beecham, it's a performance full of jangling discord and serrated edges, capturing a woman at the exact moment when circumstances magnify her already forcefully nihilistic personality.
Audience Reviews for Daphne
I expected to find some kind of affinity with Daphne, based on the logline. Her situation sounded similar to where I am at in life. Not only was that not the case (totally acceptable), the only thing I did feel was bored (not acceptable).
Imagine a rom-com written by Slavoj Zizek. I know, it's difficult, but aside from the heavy Zizek name-dropping at the start of it, Daphne is a sad, funny, neurotic, and brutally honest take on love (or lack thereof) in the post-Reaganomics western world. Our heroine, Daphne, is played by a Natasha Kinski-meets-Bryce Dallas Howard debutante (and so much more): Emily Beecham. This too-smart-for-her-own-good boozer/line cook isn't even trying to deal with her problems. She is a train wreck, and I don't mean a burnt-out sorority girl with a substance abuse problem and a dirty mouth a la Amy Schumer. Daphne has peered past the veil of reality to gaze upon the disillusionment of everything held sacred by traditional society and decided to wallow in self-destructive hedonism. Think of a young, well-read Jerri Blank who never turned to petty crime. In this entrancing character study, Beecham knocks it out of the park with her charisma and pathos. Every time you think the scene will end in some saccharine too-good-to-be-true chick flick "aww", you just get pummeled with another cynical emotional shutdown. For some reason, it hurts but it feels sooo refreshing. Daphne, in all of her chaos, controls the conversation, and for anyone looking for a guttural guffaw from the wretched depths of their soul, there are a few moments that might bring those rarely indulged demons to light. Add to the darkness a few glimmers of indubitable wisdom, and I would say you have an all around excellent film in Peter Mackie Burns' Daphne.
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