This is not a movie that's going to appeal to everyone, nor is that the director's intent. It's enthusiastically arthouse and has the sort of existential plot with minimal dialogue and heavy symbolism that you either appreciate or you don't. In this instance, I did find much to appreciate here, particularly Samantha Morton's wonderful performance and some innovative direction from Lynne Ramsay. Yes, it's slow but it's also compelling and very evocative if you give it a chance. I would recommend, but only for lovers of arthouse.
Strange name for a strange person and a strange movie. Very slow.
Bit disappointing..Morven is one messed up dude!
Watched the first 30 minutes. nothing happened after the opening scene, the slowest movie ever. couldn't understand the dialogue (of which there was very little). turned it off, don't recommend it.
After spending 98 minutes in the company of Morvern I can understand why her boyfriend slit his wrists. I know this was supposed to be a portrait of someone dealing with grief in her own way but I can't summon up a more irritatingly gormless character (or 2 if you include the vacuous Lanna) than the Morvern Callar depicted in this self indulgent pile.
The issues buried somewhere in the heart of this movie deserve a lot more than long vacant stares, a few trance tracks and endless giggling for no apparent reason. For the record I thought the book was great.
Morvern, a girl in her early twenties, wakes up one morning to find that her boyfriend has slashed his wrist and was dead. On his computer was a message, 'Read Me' and the comment, 'It seemed the right thing to do', also instructions how to access his bank account and submit the manuscript of his novel for publication. She changes his name to her's as the author, opens the presents he's left, leaves the apartment and waits on a station platform until a pay phone rings. Only she hears what the caller says. That evening she goes out on the town with her friend, Lana, from the supermarket where they both work, and both end up slightly drunk and in bed with a couple of guys. She cleans up the apartment, disposes of the body, and she and Lana set off for sunny Spain. To get to this stage, after 40 minutes, we still have no idea what makes Morvern tick, or what the motives are for her macabre behaviour. Except we do know that she and Lana are a couple of giggling, pill-dropping party-goers whose conversation is banal and could only be of interest to twenty-somethings suffering from arrested development. When they meet up with guys of a similar nature in Spain, and there is the prospect of more banal conversation, I pressed the 'eject'.
A strangely cooky film even for Samantha Morton. Art House at its best.
A cheerless critique of a listless generation, this film holds your attention through great cinematography, the clever use of music and gritty performances. Its grinding sadness is a bit gruelling though and the 'plot' disintegrates a bit in the telling.
Something different. Not one for the happy campers.
This was a good movie, got me in and the acting was enjoyable. Very much a movie you to discuss after the event.
Beautifully made and performed, but I'm not sure in the end I knew MC any better. The girl who runs from grief forever? Revenge on life and on herself?
One of those oddly compelling films that you would probably only watch if recommended by someone whose opinion you trust. Suicide is an incredibly complex issue; here the suicidee is left where he fell for an inordinately long period of time while I waited for his girlfriend to unravel. Contrary to the films reviews, to me she appeared to do everything but , which I found all the more disturbing and intriguing. Weird, normal, strange, ordinary, unsettling but certainly worth watching.
I wasn't in the right mood when I watched this movie. Brought my good mood right down.
Honest performances but relentlessly downbeat.
A subtle gem of a movie, which in American hands would be totally overdone! Good on the Scottish film industry.