This movie reminded me of why i hate the contemporary art world. Why then, you might ask, did I choose to watch a film that is set in said world? Well, I have a soft spot for Jack Huston ever since Boardwalk Empire, and I was looking forward to seeing him in a completely different role. Turns out his beautiful face and Tom Schilling’s character’s fashion choices are the only redeeming features in this sappy romantic comedy.
Never mind the forced storyline, the worst part are the insufferable characters, with Brit Marling leading the way. Her character is utterly obnoxious, her “naive charm” more akin to immaturity and a severe lack of self-awareness. She also looks like a paralegal rather than a writer.
Jack Huston on the other hand fulfills every possible stereotype of the self-aggrandizing, self-loathing artist, who is really just a misunderstood genius. Based on such portrayals, I wanted to dismiss Posthumous as a cliched representation of the contemporary art scene, but let’s be honest: it often is that superficial. And just like the art world, this movie makes a final, fatal mistake: taking itself way too seriously.