Keep on bouncing that reality check
A warning: The packed dance floors swirling in neon lights and/or sea breezes in Argyris Papadimitropoulos’ “Monday” may cause an uncontrollable yearning to be in close proximity to many strange, sweaty bodies, fueled by disco beats and mysterious substances. This is the setting for the meet-cute of two American expats in Greece, Chloe (Denise Gough) and Mickey (Sebastian Stan), shoved together by their mutual friend Argyris (Giorgos Pyrpasopoulos). It goes so well that they wake up nude on a beach as families splash around them in the morning light.
“Monday” is a riff on Richard Linklater’s “Before Sunrise” (and its sequels), and Andrew Haigh’s “Weekend,” films in which romance blossoms for a mere moment. Rather than temporally containing this relationship, Papadimitropoulos and cowriter Rob Hayes speculate on the inevitable reality check after a hedonistic long weekend and impulsive romantic decision.
It’s not just the Friday when they meet but the rest of the Fridays they spend together: the Friday she moves into his Athens apartment, the Friday they attend a friend’s wedding, miserable and drunk, the Friday before his son comes to visit. With each Friday, more of who they are, and their lives before they collided on the dance floor, is revealed, for better or worse, as they keep pushing that metaphorical
Monday down the road.
There’s an intense physicality onscreen in “Monday,” whether it’s the sunlit sway of Hristos Karamanis’ camera or the athletic, fiery performances of Gough and Stan. During their first weekend, Mickey tells Chloe, “You don’t regret the things you do, you regret the things you don’t do.” There’s not much these two don’t do, but the regrets arrive, just like Monday always does.
Papadimitropoulos does not offer easy answers, but what “Monday” brings is something tangibly real and profoundly human.