Florence Pugh’s Year of Performing Perfectly

The first time most folks noticed Florence Pugh, she was playing the lead in William Oldroyd’s Lady Macbeth, a macabre costume drama about a young woman muzzled by her loveless marriage. Her character, Katherine, draws the viewer’s pity to start with: Her husband, Alexander (Paul Hilton), ignores her, her cruel father-in-law, Boris (Christopher Fairbank), loathes her, and her world is stiflingly small, bound to a grand estate where she dwells and is denied freedom to roam the woods beyond its doors. Eventually, away from the gaze of her male custodians, she has an affair with Sebastian (Cosmo Jarvis), and then the murders begin.
Katherine’s arc from sympathetic to calculating to pure evil is carried by Oldroyd’s cold, refined filmmaking, but actualized by Pugh’s work as Katherine. It’s in the eyes, and the posture: Her pupils contract over the course of the film, darkening as she’s robbed of all hope and possibility. Katherine admires nature, but she’s forbidden from experiencing it by her role as wife. She wants love, but Alexander won’t touch her. Pugh maintains tight control over her expressions and body language, gradually shifting from dispossessed to self-possessed to something far more sinister. Over time, deciding whether to claim her as heroine or as villain becomes impossible, and that quality gave Pugh her laurels when the film dropped in 2017.
Since then, Pugh’s name has continued to rise in visibility and increase in value, right up to 2019 and likely beyond. She appeared in three films of wildly different genres and tones, evenly sprinkled throughout of the year: February’s Fighting with My Family, June’s Midsommar, and December’s Little Women, the latter of which she’s rightly received the most praise. Whether she enjoys any Oscar attention for being the umpteenth actress to play Amy March or not, 2019 has been Pugh’s year, a year of performances each good on their own but stellar when taken together. She’s an up-and-comer no more. Officially, Pugh is here, demonstrating her versatility in a sports dramedy, a histrionic horror movies, and a warm-hearted reconfiguration of timeless literature.
But 2019 isn’t simply the year of the most Pugh. That distinction goes to 2018, where she appeared in three theatrical films—The Commuter, Outlaw King and Malevolent—plus one television film (King Lear, not merely a riff on Shakespeare but an actual Shakespeare work) and one miniseries (Park Chan-wook’s The Little Drummer Girl). Instead, 2019 is the year where Pugh wove together a unifying narrative over three otherwise unrelated movies, about young women searching for identity against the backdrop of family matters.
Take Little Women, the film that best fits this outline as an individual entry in Pugh’s filmography. As Amy, she stretches out her legs more so than the character does in the pages of Louis May Alcott’s novel: Where she’s typically thought of as a brat, vain and flighty, here she’s just brat-adjacent. Sure, she burns the novel of her sister Jo (Saoirse Ronan) out of spite. Sure, she draws caricatures of her teacher for her classmates to giggle over. But Amy has dreams and aspirations. She wants to travel across Europe, live in Paris, and blossom into the greatest painter the world has ever known. Hard as it may be to know oneself when surrounded by three siblings, Amy has a firm grasp on who she wants to be, and as the movie leads her—and its viewers—toward a full realization of her personhood, it inevitably calls her back home to deal with death in the family.