Wildcat

With pinpoint production design, makeup and wardrobe capturing the 1950s time period, exquisite cinematography and brilliant work by talented actors who get to sink their teeth into some meaty roles, Wildcat is an inventive and haunting mood piece...

Hawke vividly depicts what one deduces from O’Connor’s brash, unrepentantly idiosyncratic work – the blurring of her imagination and reality.

I think [Flannery O'Connor] was a great writer, but unapproachable in some ways. I'd say that for the movie as well.

Brims with passion and integrity. I’m grateful that it exists.

In the hands of such passionate talents, “Wildcat” becomes a curious and purposeful project that goes beyond the guidelines of traditional 'biopics' to try to give life to O'Connor's most intimate thoughts. [Full review in Spanish]

“Wildcat” shows that his [Hawke] gifts in front of the camera are being complemented behind it, too, especially when the subject is a life woven through with art, passion and pain.

Largely nonlinear, this fine depiction of a great author avoids typical biopic trappings, instead concentrating on the rhythms of the artistic process and capturing O'Connor's voice in a visual way.

You can feel that O'Connor tension—the spiritual agony and the courage—all over Maya Hawke’s face.

Ethan Hawke, having made a brilliant biopic about another complicated artist (“Blaze”), this time seems to flinch at an honest and penetrating portrayal of a great writer. Whatever else she was, Flannery O’Connor never flinched.

The literary tangents disrupt what little flow the film achieves.