In the summer of 2024, Brat -- an album by Charli xcx became a global phenomenon -- or so I've read. Look, I'm not a Charli xcx aficionado, fan, or even a casual listener. So, I approached The Moment, a "mockumentary" in which Charli xcx plays herself, with wariness. I may not be part of the target audience, but I figured the movie would, at minimum, clue me in about Charli xcx.
I chuckled during The Moment, but was more interested in the dichotomy at the heart of a movie about a fast-rising star torn by a desire to extend her "moment" and wanting to destroy everything about it.
That probably sounds deeper than the ways in which the movie explores issues of control and stardom, but The Moment deserves credit for raising such issues, even if they're punctuated by strobe-light explosions, flashing images, and pop-cultural frenzy.
In the film, Charli xcx's career is pushed by the head of her record company (Rosanna Arquette), a no-nonsense executive who wants to sustain the eruption of cash Charli has unleashed.
Among the absurd ideas that are floated and adopted without much thought: A Charli xcx credit card aimed at young queer people. It's an amusing jab at niche marketing, but the joke eventually leads to an awkwardly expressed plot development. (A word on that later.)
Management also decides to film a Charli concert. Enter Johannes (a spot-on Alexander Skarsgard), a director who speaks the language of accommodation and co-creation but wants to control everything. He pushes aside Charli's creative director (Hailey Benton Gates) in an attempt to smooth out Charli's rough edges. His mass-appeal mind is put off by Charli's abbreviated skirts, bold show of panties, unabashed sexuality, and cigarette-smoking. In short, her act.
Director Aidan Zamiri's hand-held cascade of images recreate the dizzying attraction of celebrity for a young woman who has come to represent the Brat ethos, which proposes something on the order of "I do me and don't give a shit what you think. I'm proudly imperfect and musically brash."
A third act built around a catastrophe with Charli's credit cards seems too contrived for a movie that's best in its incidental moments, such as when Charli meets Kylie Jenner at a posh resort in Ibiza.
The Moment benefits from Charli's wild-child presence, but the movie's mockumentary, fly-on-the-wall approach can feel a bit old hat, and I would have appreciated a deeper dive into her music.
If Charli xcx has the adventurous talent many rock critics have praised, The Moment doesn't quite match it, which isn't to say that her fans won't enjoy it or that it can't be entertaining or that Charli xcx won't have a post-Brat life no matter how her movie fares.
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