A cheesy story turned into something justifiable, The Nightingale is a revenge tale augmented by intelligently fleshed-out characters, entrancing cinematography, interesting editing exercises and a clear-cut directing technique performed by Australian director Jennifer Kent who made a fairly contrasting marvel only five years ago in her horror debut The Babadook.
Kent’s second feature is a respectively formulated 18th century period piece with a presentation that ceased to be tiresome. Even if it does turn into a 137-year-older Green Book—but done right—thirty-minutes in, it’s reassuring to say, “Hey, at least this time around, it wasn’t just Oscar-bait.”
Verdict: B-
“The Nightingale” is now playing in select theaters.
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