Krisha

You’ve seen the plot of Krisha before: self-destructive woman with a drinking problem goes to a family gathering supposedly having made strides in putting her life back together, but finds the tensions that arise testing her resolve to not go back to the bottle. Jonathan Demme explored similar territory in his 2008 film Rachel Getting Married, and Trey Edward Shults’ debut film does have a similar looseness to it, a feeling that anything can happen at any time. That, however, is where the similarities end. Whereas Demme’s film was warmly observational, Shults’ film aims for an expressionism that imaginatively uses formal elements to invite us into the titular main character’s fractured psyche. You’ve seen the plot before, but not quite like this.
There are the changing aspect ratios, for one thing. The film’s first shot is a single close-up of Krisha (Krisha Fairchild), and it’s framed for a 1.33:1 aspect ratio. Afterwards, in the early stages of the Thanksgiving weekend that reunites Krisha with her family after a long absence, the film’s frame expands to a 1.85:1 ratio—until the pivotal moment when she relapses and tears into a wine bottle, at which point the film adopts an even wider 2.35:1 ratio before returning to the square-ish 1.33:1 frame in its final stretch. None of this is mere whimsy: In the context of what Krisha goes through, that 1.33:1 aspect ratio acts as the cold-shower corrective to the nervous tension she feels all through the 1.85:1 span, a pressure that can only be alleviated by the full width of 2.35:1 when she starts drinking again. Not even Wes Anderson was this attuned to the expressive possibilities when he pulled a similar maneuver in The Grand Budapest Hotel.
Music also plays a crucial role in the film’s style. The unexpected horror movie-like cacophony of strings that accompanies the aforementioned first close-up already commands attention, and Brian McOmber’s score just gets stranger from there. To a montage of Krisha trying to cook a turkey for Thanksgiving dinner while interacting with members of her extended family, McOmber unleashes a barrage of non-melodic electronic noise, some of it sounding like the aural equivalent of a pinball smacked around in a machine. But then, when Krisha pops open that fateful wine bottle, McOmber’s music becomes exultant, surely expressing Krisha’s own relieved mindset in the moment.