D. McElroy

This movie is vibes with no steering wheel. I love Tessa Thompson. I really do. But Hedda made me want to grab the script and shake it like, “What are we actually doing here?” Visually? Gorgeous. Everybody looks money. The energy is stylish, seductive, theatrical… and then the story walks in like it didn’t read the syllabus. Hedda moves like a bored cat set loose in a crystal shop: dramatic, messy, breaking things just because she can. That’s not depth, that's chaos with no purpose. And the movie keeps trying to act like it’s saying something big and modern inside a period setting, but it’s not committed either way. You can't rewrite a whole era just because it looks cool on camera and then suddenly remember racism exists for one line. Pick a lane. Her ex? Honestly the most grounded person here. Only character who acts like they’ve been in the real world and not a perfume commercial with subtitles. This film thinks it’s clever and subversive. Really, it’s just beautifully dressed confusion. It wants to be dangerous but ends up just… bored and bored-ing. Would I watch it again? No. Would I stare at the costume stills on Pinterest? Absolutely.