Sebastian Stan and Denise Gough’s Chemistry Carries Monday‘s Manic Musing on Messy Relationships

In director Argyris Papadimitropoulos’ Monday, it is almost never actually Monday. The film is instead told through a succession of eventful or mundane Fridays that serve as windows into the progressing relationship between two Americans living in Athens, who turn a whirlwind weekend tryst into a long-term domestic partnership—documenting all of the passion, conflict and baggage that surfaces between the lovers along the way.
Co-written by Papadimitropoulos and Rob Hayes, Monday is a romantic comedy hell-bent on depicting sensual sparks and mounting domestic resentment in equal measure, effectively serving as a tonic to the generic brand of happily ever afters heavily associated with the genre. Mickey (Sebastian Stan) is a thirtysomething DJ in a party-induced state of arrested development who finds a chance to change his lonesome ways when he meets fellow thirtysomething Chloe (Denise Gough) at a random house party one hot summer evening. Their chemistry is amplified throughout the night’s boozy bender, culminating in the couple awaking—fully nude—on a Grecian beach as locals humorously admonish their indecent exposure. After a brief pit stop at a local jail that could care less about the Americans’ racy proclivities, the two proceed to spend the rest of the weekend together in intimate bliss, leading Chloe to make the impulsive decision to blow off her job offer in Chicago and stay in Athens to pursue a partnership with a man she only just met.
The premise itself might seem like one set up for failure, but Monday manages to stray away from the petty voyeurism of blow-out fights in order to convey something deeper about love and relationships. While Mickey certainly has a fair share of growing up to do and Chloe has issues with being honestly vulnerable (two characterizations that fall into genre trappings which Monday otherwise attempts to eschew), the exploration of the characters’ relationship never feels overly cliché. What sabotages the viewer’s ability to become fully invested in their relationship is the nearly two-hour runtime, front-loads the film with drawn out scenes that do little to actually solidify the characters as a domestic unit or bask in the beauty of Greece. Monday’s saving grace is definitely its third act, which fuses together batshit humor and juicy interpersonal drama which solidly encapsulate the tandem beauty and pain of imperfect relationships. If the comedic streak had been amplified throughout and the initial expository elements subdued, the film would have struck a much more harmonious and consistent tone.