Waves 2019 -

Visually, the film is a stunner. Shot in a radical 1.85:1 aspect ratio with shifting color palettes (saturated warmth to cool, clinical clarity), the cinematography (by Drew Daniels) becomes a character in itself. The use of split-screen, slow-motion, and abrupt cuts doesn’t feel showy—it feels necessary, like the chaos of a breaking mind.

Waves is not an easy watch. It is a two-hour-and-fifteen-minute panic attack followed by a slow, painful breath. Some may find the tonal shift jarring; others may call it brilliant. What is undeniable is its emotional authenticity. This is a film about the families we break and the families that, somehow, keep loving us anyway. It asks for your patience, your tears, and your willingness to sit with discomfort.

Then comes the second wave: quiet, devastating, and redemptive. waves 2019

Here’s a write-up for WAVES (2019), written in a style suitable for a film review, analysis, or personal reflection. Director: Trey Edward Shults Starring: Kelvin Harrison Jr., Taylor Russell, Sterling K. Brown, Renée Elise Goldsberry, Lucas Hedges

The frame widens, the camera steadies, and the narrative shifts to Tyler’s gentle, overlooked sister, Emily (an earth-shattering Taylor Russell). The neon gives way to muted blues and greys. The chaotic score retreats into ambient hums and silence. We watch Emily navigate the wreckage her brother left behind—the fractured home, the cruel whispers of classmates, the impossible task of loving a person who has destroyed lives. In her grief, she finds tentative connection with Luke (a tender Lucas Hedges), a quiet wrestler from Tyler’s team. Their romance is not fireworks but a slow, healing sunrise. It is here that Waves reveals its true thesis: that catastrophe and grace are not opposites, but the same relentless ocean. Visually, the film is a stunner

To watch Waves is to feel it. Long before the credits roll, Trey Edward Shults’s audacious, heart-wrenching drama has seeped into your bones—a cinematic experience less concerned with plot than with pure, unfiltered emotion. It is a film of two halves, two storms, and one family trying not to drown.

And if you let it, Waves will wash over you—leaving you changed, salt-stung, and achingly alive. Waves is not an easy watch

Waves is a masterpiece of empathy without easy answers. Shults refuses to demonize Tyler or sanctify his family. Instead, he asks: How does a home built on love become a prison? How does a family survive an unforgivable act? Sterling K. Brown delivers a career-best performance as the father—a man who mistakes control for care, whose final breakdown is as shattering as any tragedy.

The first wave crashes with ferocious, kinetic energy. We are submerged into the life of Tyler Williams (a transcendent Kelvin Harrison Jr.), a high school wrestler in suburban Florida, pushed to perfection by his loving but iron-fisted father (Sterling K. Brown). Shults’s camera swirls and glides through Tyler’s world—neon-soaked parties, intense training sessions, the giddy rush of young love with his girlfriend Alexis (Alexa Demie). The screen is a constant, dizzying motion, amplified by a thrumming, anachronistic soundtrack (Animal Collective, Kanye West, Frank Ocean) that mirrors Tyler’s escalating anxiety. This is a pressure cooker of toxic masculinity, social media, injury, and impossible expectations. And when it finally explodes, the film pivots on a single, horrifying act of violence that leaves you breathless.

★★★★½ (A visceral, symphonic triumph of modern American cinema)