Kirsten Dunst in “All Good Things”
as Katie McCarthy
If there is a non-narrative issue with true-life investigation procedurals such as “The Jinx”, or Sarah Koenig’s ballyhooed NPR “Serial”, it is how the tragically deceased person or people that spawned these new inquiries can kind of unintentionally become forgotten. As “The Jinx” took center stage, so did Robert Durst, and through suspected murders he became a cultural touchstone. Everyone knows his name. Less mentioned, of course, was Kathie. Heck, even when Kathie got her due in “All Good Things” she still didn’t completely get her due because she wasn’t Katie McCormack – she was Katie McCarthy, transformed into Julia Roberts in “Sleeping with the Enemy” if Patrick Bergin was the main character.
“All Good Things” is recording a cool 33% at Rotten Tomatoes presently, and not undeservedly. It’s mostly notable for the real guy upon whom its main character is based being its only real champion of quality even though the film basically accuses him of murder. And that’s a shame, because hiding in plain sight is a magnificent performance by Kirsten Dunst as Katie.
It’s Kirsten’s movie, yet the movie doesn’t know it. It’s too enraptured by David Marks. He is heir to a family fortune, yet an eternal disappointment in his father’s eyes and clearly on the wrong side of crazy even if he manages, for a while, to suppress it. He suppresses it because of Katie who is outfit by Dunst with an authentic and amorous glow. She doesn’t want to change him. On the contrary, she sees something in him and takes great pains to dredge his temperament to bring it to the surface. She wants to help him. She wants to provide the belief that he’s never gotten from anyone else. And even when the film begins its inevitable descent into thriller territory, Dunst never lets her character succumb to Movie Spouse rubbish, sticking around despite his bizarro behavior solely so she can be offed.
The further he recedes into the demented catacombs of his mnid, the more she looks at him with a genuine loving confusion, not understanding what’s happened to him but wanting to. She stays when she should run because, goddammit all to hell, she cares. And once she is moved out of the picture, the picture ceases to be interesting, or even good. She was it all it had. She was all he had.
Kirsten Dunst gives Robert Durst, however briefly, the one characteristic that should be, frankly, impossible for such a self-satisfied callous creep to achieve – humanity.
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