Tuesday Review

Tuesday
When Death (Kene) arrives — in the form of a parrot — to end the life of terminally ill Tuesday (Petticrew), Tuesday’s mother Zora (Louis-Dreyfus) fights back.

by John Nugent |
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Here is another film that ponders the big life-or-death existential questions, in the grand cinematic tradition of 1946’s A Matter Of Life And Death or, say, 1990’s Ghost. Tuesday, the ambitious debut feature from Croatian filmmaker Daina O. Pusić, in fact bears most similarities to 2016’s A Monster Calls: as with J.A. Bayona’s tear-jerking drama, this is a devastatingly moving fairy tale about a gravelly voiced, anthropomorphised fantasy character making friends with a human grappling with the terminal illness of a family member. Unlike that film, this comes from A24 and is decidedly made for adults rather than children, being distinctly, deliciously oddball.

It begins with a montage of people about to die. Cheerful stuff. Facing their end, this cavalcade of poor souls beg for mercy from Death, who takes an unlikely form: a shapeshifting CG macaw parrot, voiced by British actor Arinzé Kene (Connor from EastEnders). Who needs a cloak and scythe? Less a grim reaper than a reluctant one, Death does his duties wearily and sorrowfully, as the living continually reject the inevitable.

Then Death arrives at the door of Tuesday (Lola Petticrew), a young woman with a never-named terminal illness. She manages to stave off her demise by distracting Death with a long-winded dad joke about penguins, and offers a helping hand when Death starts to get a panic attack. Meanwhile, Tuesday’s mother Zora (Julia Louis-Dreyfus) is nowhere to be seen, trying to sell novelty rats to a taxidermist (the film’s themes of mortality, grief and letting go elegantly presented in microcosm).

This is a thoughtful and idiosyncratic film, beautifully acted and only slightly too long. While it keeps a sense of gallows humour running throughout — the phrase “furiously masturbating” pops up in the script at least once — it is also deeply poignant: a sad story about how dying can be harder for the grievers, the people left in the aftermath, wallowing in the negative space.

But it is also — in a way that the film’s schmaltzy marketing did not quite suggest — extremely weird. Pusić strikes a curious tone that is part philosophical musing, part family character drama, part daffy surrealist fantasy. Not even a horseman of the apocalypse would have seen its mid-way twist coming, arriving just as the pace threatens to dip. Julia Louis-Dreyfus is the ideal casting for this unique tonal gumbo: she brings a hint of Veep’s Selina Meyer to Zora in her inappropriate jokes and awkward presence. But she also injects the film with devastating pathos, culminating in a finale that will entirely break your heart in two. Death is as inevitable as taxes, but there is nothing inevitable in how Tuesday plays out.

This is probably not the film you would expect it to be. But its unexpectedness is its biggest asset, a moving and very eccentric feathered fantasy about life, death and everything in-between.
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