‘Honey Don't!' Review: Margaret Qualley Stars As A Gutsy Private Eye In Ethan Coen's Messy Comic Noir
The opening is certainly striking; a car is being chased, and it crashes somewhere in the desert, instantly killing the female driver. Out of nowhere comes a beautiful, bob-haired brunette, a Mia Wallace lookalike (Lera Abova) who wears leopard print on top of leopard print and rides a cute mod scooter. She inspects the body and rips a distinctive ring off its finger: a cross with a red dot. Cue the music (The Animals' 'We Gotta Get Out of This Place') and a hectic Mondo Topless-style montage of the story's setting, a very rundown Bakersfield. (You might be expecting to hear Carl Perkins' song 'Honey Don't', but Coen saves that for the end and uses Wanda Jackson's version instead.)
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This dead-end town is where we meet Honey O'Donahue (Margaret Qualley), a hella lesbian and gutsy private eye who likes to drink ('Heavily. It's a point of pride'). Working with the local feds, Honey begins to investigate the crash, even though it has already been written up as an accident. What Honey isn't telling them, though, is the fact the dead woman, a local bartender, had asked for her services in the days before her death. The case takes her to the local church, where pastor Drew Devlin (Chris Evans, in the kind of role Charles Napier would usually play) has a very hands-on way of communing with his congregation, and also the local police station, where she hooks up with cop M.G. Falcone (Aubrey Plaza), and the two embark on a passionate affair.
It promises to be a kitsch laugh-riot, but, like the last film, Drive-Away Dolls (2024), Honey Don't! doesn't tick any of the necessary boxes to become the cult film it obviously would like to be. The idea of a lesbian private eye isn't even that new either, since Jess Franco had two in a pair of his most enjoyable exploitation movies (Sadisterotika and Kiss Me, Monster, both 1969). Qualley, who handles the role with a sass it doesn't really deserve, carries the film to the finish line, which is no easy task given the proliferation of messy subplots, from the reappearance of Honey's abusive father to the provenance of the mysterious brunette, who turns out to be French and in the pay of the pastor, whom she warns that 'ze purple' — whoever they are — are nut vary 'appy wiz 'im.
Mercifully, it's all over in under 90 minutes, but the ending — as well as being, well, just silly — raises more questions than it satisfactorily answers. Does this mean there's going to be a third movie, effectively making this the second part of a loosely linked trilogy? Honey, don't even think about it.
Title: Honey Don't!Festival: Cannes (Competition)Director: Ethan CoenScreenwriter: Ethan Coen, Tricia CookeCast: Margaret Qualley, Aubrey Plaza, Chris Evans, Lera AbovaDistributor: Focus FeaturesRunning time: 1 hr 30 mins
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'Honey Don't!' is a smutty desert mystery in which the detective, Honey O'Donohue (Margaret Qualley), never gets around to solving the central crime. She's too busy seducing women and swatting down randy men. I'd call the opening murder a red herring except it's really more like a fish left to cook in the blinding Bakersfield sun. The second film co-written by Ethan Coen and his collaborator and wife Tricia Cooke (the first was 2024's 'Drive-Away Dolls'), it's less preoccupied by the challenge of who's responsible for that corpse than by its own overarching question: Why not? Why not let Margaret Qualley prove she has the electricity to power an audience through any plot? Why not pivot from 'The Big Lebowski' and 'O Brother, Where Art Thou?' to an announced trilogy of tatty lesbian exploitation pictures? 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Across town, the corrupt Reverend Drew (Evans) is swaying his parishioners to sleep with him in the name of godly submission. 'I want to see your bosoms jouncing during fellowship,' he commands a member of his flock. The preacher is one of the biggest sinners in Bakersfield, not merely because both he and Honey may as well be using the phone book as a checklist of conquests. A normal thriller would frame their dynamic as cat versus mouse. Here, it's more like plague and vaccine. Honey is immune to his sales pitches for heterosexuality and holy salvation. Honey is a brazenly preposterous creation: a 21st century woman who insists on using a Rolodex, something that was headed toward extinction before Qualley was even born. Striding through brush in seamed stockings and high heels — and changing wardrobe multiple times a day just because she can — she's the only character who never breaks a sweat (except in the bedroom). 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But they might just be tricking us again. It's just as valid to say the brains behind those two movies are William Shakespeare and Tricia Cooke, especially the latter as she seems to have had the stronger hand in shaping the two sexy Qualley capers we've seen thus far. (The third already has a title: 'Go Beavers.') As sloppy as it is, there's no denying that 'Honey Don't!' works as a noir with a pleasant, peppery flavor. Yet, there's a snap missing in its rhythm, a sense that it doesn't know when and how its gags should hit. When a playboy (Christian Antidormi) swaggers up to a bar and orders a shot of cinnamon schnapps, the line clangs like it landed better on the page. A few scenes later, a low-level drug dealer goes home to his Bolivian grandmother (Gloria Sandoval) who is such a caricature — bowler hat, lap full of dried chili peppers — that you suspect the character was designed to get more of a laugh. I did giggle when Honey visited her sister, a worn-out hausfrau named Heidi (Kristen Connolly), and kids kept popping out of the corners of her home one after another like rabbits from a hat. The majority of the townsfolk that Honey encounters are such incurious mouth-breathers that the humor can feel hostile. The film's worldview is that most people are, as Coen describes himself, straight and stupid. That's worked out well enough for him. He's won four Oscars and, more importantly, the ability to do whatever he darned well pleases.
