Goldfinch cartoonish and arguably classist caricatures

There’s a sturdy engine motoring us through the strong opening scenes, the work of a storyteller in confident control of his narrative but once Wilson and Paulson barrel into view, playing cartoonish and arguably classist caricatures, we’re immediately taken out of the film. It’s just two well-known stars doing a rather tiresome bit and their performances are distracting and clash against the smooth work done by both Kidman and an impressive Fegley up until that point. They’re not painted with quite such grotesque strokes as say Margo Martindale in Million Dollar Baby but there’s a similar snobbishness in how the film, and perhaps Tartt, seems to view those who don’t live on the Upper East Side and who don’t frequent galleries.