Death has taken many forms in cinema. It’s been Bengt Ekerot. Ian McKellen. John Cleese. Even Brad Pitt with blonde highlights. But in Tuesday, filmmaker Daina O. Pusić’s bold, fantastical and affecting debut, death looks like a lot like a macaw that’s seen better days.
Covered in a thick layer of grime and oil with patches of feathers missing, Tuesday’s Death can be as big as a room or as small as an ear canal. Its booming, gravelly voice (that of actor Arinzé Kene) sounds ancient and otherworldly. And it all adds up to something profoundly unsettling. Not exactly a comforting welcome into the afterlife, or whatever comes next.