Netflix’s encroachment upon film distribution has understandable attracted plenty of opponents, but it’s hard to think of a better home for a film like I Don’t Feel At Home in This World Anymore. The directorial debut of Macon Blair is too slight to justify a wide theatrical release – or even a film festival – but it’s perfectly suited to chucking on while kicking back on the couch at home.
The film puts a comedic spin on a familiar premise: the ordinary person (Melanie Lynskey’s Ruth) who finally stops putting up with other people’s shit. It sits somewhere between, say, Breaking Bad and last year’s more overtly humorous Keanu. What distinguishes it from the latter is the influence of Blair’s frequent collaborator Jeremy Saulnier. As a director, Blair’s able to deftly combine a comic tone and rhythm with realistically brutal violence à la Saulnier.
Grasping at greatness, I Don’t Feel At Home in This World Anymore settles for ‘pretty decent.’ Its main missteps are found in its third act, as the escalating narrative runs out of steam and it’s forced to stretch the plausibility of its til-then-mostly-credible narrative. But watching on your TV at home, it’s hard to mind all that much.