The Nest is a familial drama about wealth and lies, but this isn’t some earnest bore. It is a film of tone – thick, resonant tone. Each sequence is loaded with doubt and foreboding, which are hallmark sensibilities of director Sean Durkin, a filmmaker with a special flair for reality.
The camera is an important part of this naturalistic aura, and like Martha Marcy May Marlene, his debut feature from 2011, The Nest is a visually stunning piece of work. Durkin uses not Jody Lee Lipes, his cinematographer from Martha, but the Hungarian DOP Matya Erdely, who framed the nightmarish Holocaust drama Son of Saul. Erdely’s images are wide, colourful and flooded with natural light, making good use of the impressive locations that are mocked up to emulate 1980s England.
After he delivers a bedside spiel about London’s potential, the family moves their life to an English manor house somewhere in the Home Counties. Rory’s enthusiasm is infectious – he’s fun, smart and charming, but Allison isn’t convinced. She exudes doubt in every frame, never capitulating to Rory’s assurances. She grins and bears it, though, playing the dutiful wife at moneyed cocktail parties where people speak of money and status, which is anathema to a woman who’d rather clear horseshit from the her stables.