2019's Booksmart was promising, so let's see what all the hubbub (both good and bad) is about for Olivia Wilde's second directorial venture, Don't Worry Darling.
Turns out "little to nothing" is the answer.
To be great, thrillers require a strong third act, and that's altogether absent here.
And so, in a word, Don't Worry Darling is underwhelming.
The first couple acts are intriguing, and certainly glossy.
But after the nail polish wears off, there's nothing beneath the veneer.
I wasn't expecting Planet of the Apes and some Statue of Liberty to rise from the sand, but yes, I was expecting WAY more than I got, and that's a gosh darn shame.
My recommendation? Pass.
Not a hard pass, mind you, but save yourself the frustration of awaiting a tall, cold, refreshing drink when the only thing beyond the horizon is an even drier, dustier mirage.
