FRESH (2022)

Studio:     Hulu/Searchlight Pictures
Director:    Mimi Cave
Writer:     Lauryn Kahn
Producer:  Adam McKay, Kevin Messick
Stars:     Daisy Edgar-Jones, Sebastian Stan, Jojo T. Gibbs, Charlotte Le Bon, Andrea Bang, Dayo Okeniyi

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Summary:

Desperate to find love on the dating scene, a young woman meets a charming man whose surprising secret puts her in danger.


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It’s been many years since my last experience with online dating. Being male, I’m also on the opposite side of the POV most often depicted in rom-coms as well as cautionary thrillers about the digital dangers that come with looking for love.

But you don’t have to be a single woman who’s active on currently trendy apps to commiserate with the frustration felt by Noa, an everyday young bohemian stuck on a never-ending carousel of disappointing duds and unsolicited dick pics. Our first few minutes with “Fresh” are spent sharing Noa’s silently stunned expression as her latest wannabe suitor drones on and on. All Noa hears is the trumpet plunger warble of Charlie Brown’s teacher overpowering a fight-or-flight instinct to look at her watch. Of course he’s named Chad, too. Entirely oblivious to Noa’s clear signals of disinterest, Chad confirms his plain vanilla flavor by talking about acid reflux, spitting out a passive-aggressive insult to feminine fashion, and itemizing the check down to every last dime so he doesn’t overpay for insisting on going Dutch. The awkwardness inspires laughing and cringing in even amounts, and you’ll undoubtedly do both as Chad cluelessly cock-blocks himself.

This ill-fated first meeting ends with a reality check Chad wasn’t ready for. To avoid feeling the embarrassment of Noa’s polite rejection, Chad overreacts by dubbing Noa “a stuck-up bitch” while slinging his pretentious dress scarf over his shoulder and clomping off in an alpha male huff. That wasn’t what Noa was expecting. “Fresh” might not be exactly what you’re expecting either, but stay with it because the story has plenty of wicked surprises in store.

A routine trip to the grocery store shines an unanticipated ray of hope on Noa’s previously pedestrian prospects. Steve manufactures a meet-cute moment out of cotton candy grapes in the fruits and vegetables aisle. His attempt at forced flirting is almost as bumbling as Chad’s, except Sebastian Stan comes with the right amount of charismatic handsomeness for Steve’s brand of cringe to be disarmingly charming. And after Chad, it’s no wonder Noa takes an immediate liking to Steve’s simultaneously shy yet confident smile.

Noa and Steve settle on a standard first date: drinks at a bar. Even though the plot’s premise gives the audience an inkling of evil yet to come, the film does a fantastic job of convincing us to let down our guard in tandem with Noa as we’re drawn into the infectious affection of their burgeoning romance. Cinematographer Pawel Pogorzelski keeps appropriate space between the cast and his camera for a fly-on-the-wall feeling of eavesdropping on natural interactions from a respectful distance. Screenwriter Lauryn Kahn fills Noa and Steve with words that sound like they’re spontaneously falling out of real mouths rather than a printed page. It’s practically a privilege for viewers to vicariously enjoy their good time together. Unfortunately, good times aren’t going to last long.

Noa’s best friend Mollie thinks it’s a bad idea for Noa to go on a weekend getaway with someone she just met, especially since Steve wants to keep the destination a surprise. Noa can’t help but throw caution to the wind though. She hasn’t been excited about someone in forever, and taking a risk is a big part of that buzz. First, there’s an overnight stop at Steve’s remote home. Next comes a cocktail. And then, just over 30 minutes into the movie, come the opening credits.

It sounds strange for a movie to wait a half hour before dropping its title onscreen, right? It makes sense in this case though because, after spending a quarter of the runtime on seemingly straightforward dating fun and faux pas, things take a terrifying turn and the film finally becomes “Fresh.”

You think you’ve seen captive women, sociopathic creeps, and desperate attempts to escape imprisonment before, and you have. You’ve seen cannibalism, secret societies, and procedural investigations into missing persons before too. But “Fresh” has a consistently captivating style that makes those tropes feel, and I hate myself for saying this but, well, “fresh.” It’s dark. It’s demented. It’s smart. It’s savage. It also has a sick, slick sense of humor.

“Fresh” is not really a comedy, although it is intentionally funny as pitch-black satire of slut shaming, victim blaming, and an extreme example of how frightening modern dating can be. Following a viciously violent climax of brutal stabbings and strangulations, “Fresh” ends on a one-two punch of callback cracks that left me laughing out loud even though I’d witnessed multiple murders only two minutes earlier. Director Mimi Cave takes viewers on a riveting roller coaster ride through horror, humor, sweetness, and slashing while holding steady on a uniquely appealing tone that’s never too much of any one thing.

Cave’s creative collaborators amplify that off-kilter atmosphere through every available facet of the film. Whether it was an actual location or a set constructed on a stage, production designer Jennifer Morden builds an appealingly eerie lair for Steve that’s both luxuriously lavish and uncomfortably imposing. Exposed rock walls clash with ominous artwork and polished wood floors for a décor that definitely screams, “Only a wealthy psycho with bad but expensive taste could live here.”

Music supervisors Gabe Hilfer and Henry van Roden perfectly place needle drops that add levity to moments where there shouldn’t be any. That’s a good thing. Splashing shocks with upbeat pop tunes skews the mood in a wonderfully weird way where you can’t help but grin bemusedly even while absolutely awful things are going on.

At an hour and 54 minutes, suspense sags from being stretched out despite equally entertaining dual arcs about Noa’s situation and her friend’s frazzled search to find her. Some of the mid-movie meat montages merely press points already made, and tightening up these extraneous scenes would tighten tension.

Then again, repeatedly adjusting its speed becomes part of “Fresh’s” unusual allure. Between pacing and plotting, the movie never stays in the same gear for long. Like Noa falling for Steve, you’re helplessly hypnotized by how quickly you end up infatuated, and how eagerly you ignore flaws as a result.

Review Score: 90