

Novak’s “ Vengeance” is perhaps the best possible movie someone could make out of a murder-mystery that starts with John Mayer standing on the rooftop bar of a Soho House (where he’s waxing philosophical about the pointlessness of monogamy in a world so fractured that people have been reduced to mere concepts, like “Becky Gym,” “Sarah Airplane Bathroom,” or any of the actual names he’s assigned to the scores of semi-anonymous women in his phone), but doesn’t end with the musician dead in a ditch somewhere.

Focus Features releases the film in theaters on Friday, July 29.Īt the risk of damning an impressively strong debut with faint praise, B.J. Editor’s note: This review was originally published at the 2022 Tribeca Film Festival.
