Locked Down

Horrendous. I am so sick of this terrible lockdown films, trying to make light of the last year.

### **Review: *Locked Down (2021)*** **Score: 4/10** *Locked Down* is a fascinating cinematic artefact—a film so inextricably bound to the moment of its creation that it feels less like a movie and more like a high-concept, celebrity-stuffed time capsule. Directed by Doug Liman and penned by Steven Knight, it follows a London couple (Anne Hathaway and Chiwetel Ejiofor) on the brink of separation, whose pandemic-induced lockdown malaise turns into a plan to execute a high-stakes diamond heist. Despite the immense talent involved, the film is a tonally chaotic, self-conscious oddity that earns its poor reviews, saved from a lower score only by its sheer audacity and the committed efforts of its cast. **The Central Paradox & Questions:** **A show about a pandemic released during the pandemic... begs the question: how long did this take to make?** The answer is shockingly fast: the film was written, shot (secretly, under strict COVID protocols in London), and rushed to release on HBO Max **all within about six months** in 2020. Its release was **not a coincidence** but a deliberate attempt to be the *first* major cinematic commentary on the universal lockdown experience. This explains both its raw, immediate energy and its profound lack of perspective; it's reacting to a trauma while still in the middle of it. **What Works (Barely):** * **The Cast's Valiant Effort:** Hathaway and Ejiofor are phenomenal actors who commit fully to the material, delivering monologues about existential dread, capitalism, and love with a fierce, stage-like intensity. They are the only reason the film is remotely watchable. * **Moments of Authenticity:** In its quieter, less plot-driven moments, it captures specific, universal lockdown feelings—the claustrophobia, the weird video calls, the sudden petty arguments—with a painful accuracy that now serves as a historical record. **Why It Fails Dramatically:** * **Tonal Whiplash:** The film cannot decide what it is. It lurches from a strained domestic drama to a pretentious philosophical treatise to a farcical heist comedy, never settling into a coherent groove. The jarring shifts undermine every genre it attempts. * **A Cynical, Unearned Core:** The pivot to a heist feels less like an organic character choice and more like a desperate screenwriter's ploy to inject "excitement" into a two-hander. The social commentary—lamenting corporate greed while planning a multi-million-pound theft—is muddled and hypocritical. * **The "Of-the-Moment" Curse:** By trying to be so instantly relevant, it aged catastrophically fast. What felt raw in late 2020 now feels awkward, dated, and oddly exploitative of a collective trauma that had (and has) no tidy narrative arc or satisfying heist-movie conclusion. **The Verdict:** *Locked Down* is less a good film and more a bold, failed experiment. It is a case study in how speed and topicality are poor substitutes for narrative cohesion and genuine insight. Watch it only for the curiosity factor—to see A-list actors grapple with a script written in the white heat of a global crisis—or as a bizarre piece of pandemic-era pop culture history. As entertainment or drama, it is largely a misfire, a well-acted but ultimately **locked-in** creative endeavour that never finds its key. **Watch if:** You are a completist for the filmographies of Hathaway or Ejiofor, or are fascinated by media created as an immediate response to major world events. **Skip if:** You seek a coherent, enjoyable heist film or a nuanced drama about relationships under pressure. This is a chaotic, pretentious, and often frustrating experience.