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Julius soon comes inside and spends the evening with Lee and Muriel, and that\u2019s the genesis of everything that follows. It\u2019s a tangled kind of story: Lee worships Muriel and longs for a house, a family, a life. Muriel loves Lee back, but maybe in a different way, something that starts to become evident when they move to California and she meets their neighbor, Sandra (Sasha Calle).<\/p>\n
Yet she also senses an instant connection with Julius, who soon takes off for Las Vegas and a job in a casino. Julius is a gambler, both the literal and metaphorical kind; he inspires Muriel to try betting on horses soon after she and Lee move to California. He falls into a relationship with another casino employee, Henry (Diego Calva), but they dare not let that fact outside the room they share.<\/p>\n
There is a lot of plot packed into this movie \u2014 this description is just a slice of it \u2014 and it can be hard to catch your breath. Minahan tries to make space by giving us plenty of saturated and gorgeous shots of the light falling across Edgar-Jones and Elordi, who rarely share a screen but between whom there\u2019s a kind of intoxicating thread that beams across all the miles and, occasionally, the telephone line. Both embody a certain languid old-school movie star quality, the kind that makes you want to get up close and just look at them as they look at someone else.<\/p>\n
Elordi in particular moves his body like he dropped into our time from an earlier era, which might be why, despite his rise to fame having originated from roles in the very contemporary \u201cKissing Booth\u201d movies and the HBO show \u201cEuphoria,\u201d he keeps showing up in movies set in the past. He\u2019s Elvis Presley in \u201cPriscilla<\/a>,\u201d for instance; in \u201cOh, Canada<\/a>\u201d he plays the young version of Richard Gere\u2019s character, in an uncanny imitation of Gere\u2019s energy roughly circa 1970. That quality is hard to describe, exactly, but you know it when you see it, and here you certainly see it. Poulter, Calle and Calva are excellent as well, but they\u2019re more animated, more engaged in the world around them. They tend to throw the otherworldliness of the leads into relief.<\/p>\n But the sheer quantity of narrative in which these characters engage hamstrings the story, which feels sweeping in the manner of certain films from the era \u2014 it\u2019s not a perfect comparison, but I kept thinking of George Stevens\u2019s 1956 epic \u201cGiant\u201d \u2014 but the film lacks a running time that allows the shifts of emotion to fully ripen. Jumping between Muriel and Julius, it\u2019s easy to lose track of what either of them are really feeling in the moment, which means we just have to believe characters when they say how they feel, whether or not it feels merited.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n