"Rachel Getting Married" is one of those films that leaves you (if you don't leave it first, as I did) with a burning desire to find the director of photography (Declan Quinn), give him a thorough shake, and shout in his face, "WHAT WERE YOU THINKING?!!!" What possible artistic pretension could lead a photographer and director to destroy every ounce of potential by an overused, overworked, unoriginal, seen-it-a-zillion-times style of shooting? Weren't they confident enough to trust the writing and acting with producing the claustrophobia and panic of acute family dysfunction? While the viewer is desperately searching for her dramamine pills, the camera is reeling from side to side, jumping every which way, assaulting the actors with suffocating close-ups--and repeating this cinematic mannerism literally ad nauseam. Stay away.. unless you're a trained pilot and can take motion sickness well.
Review of Rachel Getting Married
