Widows
Between this and Ocean’s 8 I think my new favorite microgenre of movies is female-centric heist films. Except where Ocean’s 8 just makes me want to eat brunch and be gay and do crimes, this movie makes me want to burn the fucking patriarchy to the ground and dance naked around the flames. And also be gay. That’s probably my own issue. A film of this pedigree - Steve McQueen directing and also co-writing with the unstoppable Gillian Flynn, starring Viola Davis - feels like a recipe for success, but is it anything more than just some kickass ladies stealing shit? Well...
Y’all, it’s not even ABOUT the heist. It’s about Viola Davis, Michelle Rodriguez, Elizabeth Debicki, and Cynthia Erivo embodying women who are trying to take control of their own lives. Women who are learning what it means to define themselves, rather than to be defined by the men they are with. Their husbands die in a heist, and they’re left to pick up the pieces - and repay those husbands’ debts, lest they get some more threatening visits from the Mannings (Daniel Kaluuya and Brian Tyree Henry). When Veronica (Viola Davis) discovers the plans for her late husband’s (Liam Neeson) next job, she gathers the widows together to pull off the job themselves and pay off the men threatening their lives. But as in all heists, there are some twists and turns along the way, and some next level suspense as they attempt to pull off the seemingly impossible.
Some thoughts:
So I have this problem where I kind of hate Michelle Rodriguez because her face like...never moves? Which feels like it should be the very first prerequisite required to be an actress, but what do I know. Anyway, the good news is that I hate her much less in this than anything else I’ve ever seen her in.
I love that each of the women get to be shown using their own experiences and skill sets to try to pull off the subterfuge. Linda (Michelle Rodriguez) speaks Spanish to another Latina woman when she’s trying to get information. “It’s my first week of work and my boss...” and the woman helps her, just like that. Because women have to stick together. Alice (Elizabeth Debicki) makes up a story about being a mail-order bride, complete with tears and rapid Polish-speaking, to get a woman at a gun show to help her purchase the guns for the job. And Veronica uses her appearance of wealth and status to infiltrate their heist location with ease. The only reason this scheme even gets off the ground is because of women helping other women at every turn.
That’s probably because every single man in this movie is untrustworthy, and his power corrupts (with the exception of one: Bash, the driver (Garret Dillahunt), did nothing wrong). Chicago politicians? Cronyism and bribes. First-time candidates for political office? Gang members and brutalizers. Nice guy john who’s paying Alice for sex? Dismissive and incapable of treating her as anything more than an object. DEATH TO THE PATRIARCHY Y’ALL.
This little white fluffy dog (who also starred in Game Night, so that’s some Meryl Streep-levels of range) is very cute but also so yappy how do criminals do crime shit when they’re carrying the loudest dog to ever exist? Also, just so everyone knows, there is a scene of brief but intense dog peril, but the dog is not harmed, I repeat, the dog survives the movie unharmed.
Steve McQueen’s directing means that not only is the pacing an exquisite slow burn, but each moment of increasing tension is also so visually beautiful to watch. Veronica wears a ton of white, and the juxtaposition between her posh, sleek white apartment and the grim darkness of the warehouse and alleys where they’re planning their crimes is an unsubtle, but effective, representation of these different worlds colliding.
A very special shout-out goes to Brian Tyree Henry and especially Daniel Kaluuya as his brother and enforcer. Kaluuya is on some next-level terrifying here, as his huge eyes stay cold and reptilian while terrorizing folks who have done his brother wrong. I can’t remember the last time I’ve been so afraid of a regular dude just standing still in a movie - maybe Javier Bardem in No Country For Old Men?
Robert Duvall, playing the literal patriarch of a political dynasty in Chicago, says an incredible line about politics, but really it’s about everything: “You think you’re going to change anything? You won’t change anything. We can’t change anything; all we can do is SURVIVE. And we do that by staying in power.” Does that not explain everything about our society in a nutshell? I got chills.
Most importantly, though, these women are doing what Duvall and his son (an oily and entitled Colin Farrell) claim they’re doing to support their corner of Chicago - supporting WOC by investing in businesses, or running a small business, or rebuilding a school library - and that’s the difference. Men talk. Women do.
At first I was a bit disappointed that the film forced Viola Davis to portray Veronica as so hard, to the point of being cold and unfeeling. There’s a long cultural (racist) legacy of portraying black women as emotionless, or the strong silent type who never show their suffering. But at the very end, when Veronica runs into Alice and smiles, I was trying to figure out why the movie would end this way; why would the final shot be her smiling face? And it hit me. It’s because Veronica is only cold and ruthless when navigating her husband’s world - when she is finally out from under that weight, and living life on her own terms, she is free to express herself. She’s taken control of her own life for the first time in years, and it looks radiant on her.
This movie is like Ocean’s 8 covered in kerosene and set on fire. Whether you care about heists or not, see it.












