If Lady Bird got her wish and lived through Covid-19, she would’ve instantly regretted it. Twenty-twenty is the time when life truly becomes stranger than fiction. She Dies Tomorrow comes out at the right time, as people are holed up in their houses sitting on their paranoia, fear, and cabin-fever.
She Dies Tomorrow is solely focused on imagery and mood. There are microscopic images, flashes of neon lights, bright afternoons, and slow-motion shots.
The plot is deliberately opaque. There are no twists, turns, and context, just a bunch of people all experiencing existential dread.
They respond in different ways to the knowledge of their imminent death. Some of it is intriguing. In one scene, a friend suggests watching a movie but that takes too long. Later on, it’s implied that someone tried to kill her. But it’s hard to care about people you barely know. All of us are going to die.
The movie loses steam quickly. In the end, the movie finishes on an anticlimactic note that doesn’t deliver on its promise.
She Dies Tomorrow is lucky to be released during the only time it would be a movie of the moment. If the movie had been released before the pandemic, it would be seen for what it is.
It’s a wispy pretentious exploration of existential horror that’s too random and unfocused to make an impact.
She Dies Tomorrow
She Dies Tomorrow is a pretentious experiment of mood and imagery tacked on to existential horror.