This is, in a few ways, probably a tough film to sell through the lens, literally, of a male director. The cast and I worked really hard on what that last moment in the courtroom would be. This may be accurate, but the distinction between a comedic, or farcical, scenario and dread is from the character of celebrities and the filmmakers. After Jessie is handcuffed to the bedposts—and Gerald crosses a line with his wife—the day ends with deadly consequences. Is this the way her husband could find excitement? Those are the ones that stick with you. Working on this film meant looking at uncomfortable things about myself and my world and about my culture and my society. The film hits Netflix on September 29th.
That's what made me feel like it could be a movie. I do not have the female experience. We had no idea what she was going to do when we filmed it. It's initially unclear why he spared Jessie. She had denied the horror of her situation before that. Even though dresses are packed by Jessie, Gerald packs a set of handcuffs that he can't wait to test out from the bedroom. She got to face one of her demons and put it in its place.
There is absolutely no way for her to get to the glass of water over her head. She had finally accepted these things, began to move on and be able to talk about her past. The publication is apparently more esoteric, as the voices in the mind of Jessie take on unknowable contours. She would stand up, and we would perform the other side of the scene, go at it again. In the letter, she presumes it's because he was reported to favor male victims when it came to mutilation, which in the context of his stalking is all the more unsettling.
Harassed by dreams of her father from youth, her deceased husband, and of himself, an courtroom drama will be performed by Jessie's head because she dangers withering off the mattress until the guy in her life eventually arrives. I can't wait to see it. I actually didn't mind the ending but it was rushed. The material on this site may not be reproduced, distributed, transmitted, cached or otherwise used, except with the prior written permission of Condé Nast. I hope that viewers take away the same powerful message from the material that I did.
However, Gerald has a heart attack and dies while Jessie is still handcuffed, and she must figure out how to survive both physically and mentally. Living in Jessie, New Orleans and her attorney husband Gerald seem to have it all, such as a romantic and distant cottage out with a pond somewhere. The movie looks delightfully twisted, and I have no doubt that Gugino, who is far too often relegated to supporting roles, can carry this picture. These sequences from Gerald's Game will also be greatly helped by a performance in the youthful Chiara Aurelia at a precocious turn that's painfully authentic. The dog becomes symbolically important here as it having a collar yet no owner, then later feasting on the dead sees it share traits of both characters - everybody hurts. Netflix has released the trailer.
Funnily enough, another famous fiction writer slash substance abuser James Frey attributed his addictions issues in part to a childhood ear infection. Denial that her husband was an abusive cheating alcoholic piece of shit. Very cool, but we need to make substantial changes to try to open this up into a much more 'cinematic experience. Shorthand, anytime Joubert appears in the red light of the eclipse or with supernaturally bright eyes, this is safely in Jessie's head; her mind's taken his image and is using it as an emblem of her fear. The result is further proof that this filmmaker is for real. No effects that are significant burst here, nor are there dimensions; a dance clown is there. To go from having that evil being just perceived by her to being validated as a thing in reality, she was able to accept her abuse as truly horrible.
Bruce Greenwood was pretty excellent as well. Her husband chooses the devil on her shoulder's function, feeding in to self-doubts and her instincts, pushing her. We didn't think we'd be coming out in the middle of the eye of the storm, but I think it's wonderful. I started watching this movie expecting to get bored at some point, because Gerald's Game is an odd pick of a novel to make into a film. He promptly dies of a heart attack, and Jessie is left, chained to the bed, without any hope of escape. For this one, Jessie had burrowed so far into my heart at that point, and I think all of us, Carla would have killed me.
What might seem goofy or even silly is played for terror instantly as Gugino conveys the multiple horrors of a rape fantasy gone wrong, dead husband, and a trapped woman—all within minutes. The monologue was just spewing out so much information in such a small amount of time. Would he be gentle even if he was saying horrible things? One of the things that came out of the book for me, was that I was surprised by how inspired I was. Everything else, however, appears to be real. It was incredible to watch, even on the day.