The Housemaid is about um, housemaids and garrets and sudden tics and well, non-straight-faced discipline. It's a conceptual thriller mind you, layered and upsetting and possibly 20 minutes too long, with a lily white look and lots of sanguinary imagery. "Housemaid", well it has to do with a live-in menial who gets hired by a rich couple that has well, some evil baggage amidst their big-arse abode, their snobby friends, and their swank rides. "So why do you want this job?" Uh, my thoughts exactly.
"Housemaid", yeah it's directed by Mount Clemens, Michigan native Paul Feig, a guy who never met a film genre or a cinematic grain he couldn't transition to and fro. Here he turns the psychological screws, giving The Housemaid enough twists and turns and flexed paradox to power freaking Shanghai on the low. I mean you think you know where the flick is headed until you don't, as the Feig man adds about five extra codas, a fem-happy soundtrack, and plenty of curdling ichor. "I need this job." You said it star Sydney Sweeney, not me.
Perfect casting in the form of Amanda Seyfried, Sweeny, and Brandon Sklenar. A piece of dialogue that might rank up there with On the Waterfront's "I coulda been a contender! ("I need an f-ing sandwich")." Sterile-looking New Jersey locales where the five story dwelling is the star. Paul Feig stirring the Flowers in the Attic lump while harboring on the possible, Lifetime Television tip. Yup, that's what makes The Housemaid fairly recommendable. I mean you'll never hear Linda Ronstadt's "Blue Bayou" the same way again after watching "Housemaid", you'll definitely avoid going into any upstairs loft that has a lock and key, and you'll always cherish the fact you haven't knocked out your front teeth yet (hint hint). "House" warning.
Written by Jesse Burleson
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