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And not just metaphorical darkness.
The Nigerian-born director Andrew Dosunmu seems to have a philosophical aversion to light.
Either that or as Pauline Kael once speculated about Clint Eastwood he forgot to pay his Con Ed bill.
See this on the big screen if you want to see it all.
And do see it.
Nearly everything inWhere Is Kyra?is indirect, off the nose.
But when those close-ups finally come, they register.
Dosunmu and his accomplished cinematographer Bradford Young (Arrival) arent averse to color.
They find pockets of it.
When characters connect, the reds and greens glow.
Oh, yes, she would.
Pfeiffers performances tend to be high-strung, her dry, unmusical voice in striking contrast to her ethereal features.
But she has always been full of surprises.
Here, the tension in her face and body is infectious it puts us on edge.
She needs to keep her phone turned on.
She needs to pay the rent.
But its slow-motion farce, with a clear view of the abyss.
