In the annals of movies about bickersome couples spending an ill-advised evening together, Olivia Wilde’s The Invite falls somewhere between two poles. No, it isn’t as good as Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf?, Mike Nichols’ scalding 1966 adaptation of Edward Albee’s classic play. But it’s significantly better than Carnage, Roman Polanski’s annoying 2011 film of the Yasmina Reza play God of Carnage.
All these movies have a tricky needle to thread: how do you open up a story for the screen when the story is claustrophobic by design? How do you get an audience to feel the tension and heat of marital rage without driving them toward the exit?
In the case of The Invite, Wilde and her screenwriters, Will McCormack and Rashida Jones, are working from proven material. This is a remake of a Spanish stage-to-screen adaptation, The People Upstairs, which was released in 2020. It’s already inspired remakes set in Italy, Switzerland, France and South Korea.
In this new version, Wilde plays Angela, who lives in a San Francisco apartment with her husband, Joe, played by Seth Rogen. The film unfolds over a single evening. Their 12-year-old daughter is away at a sleepover, and Angela has invited their upstairs neighbors — Piña and her boyfriend, Hawk — over for wine and charcuterie.
The knives come out even before the guests show up. Angela is a ball of nerves, anxious to make a good impression. Joe, by contrast, couldn’t care less what they think, and he means to confront them about their very noisy sex life, which has woken Joe and Angela up at odd hours of the night.
