IonCinema: Colman expertly conveys the complex intersections of Leda’s actions, which out of context might seem insane. Condensed into a handful of interactions (including a reveal Gyllenhaal takes longer to confirm than in the novel), her strength and insecurities make for an exhausting experience thanks to the unyielding anxiety regarding the doll.
AwardsWatch: Even if such a directorial decision sets Gyllenhaal up for a rather chaotic and illegible narrative structure, Colman and Buckley’s proficiency at playing expansive female characters in a rut prolonged the film’s emotive after-effects.
The Wrap: For her part, Colman is absolutely fantastic: Even when Leda is sitting still, Colman’s body language, posture and facial expressions deliver worlds of emotions. The way her eyes observe Nina — empathetic, questioning, mixed with a bit of longing — is magnificent. There are no empty moments in the film; even some look or movement on the screen that might at first seem like a throwaway moment (particularly anything pertaining to the missing doll) gives way to a slow unravelling of the scene that pulls in the viewer.
The Guardian: When Hurricane Colman blows in from the sea, be sure your roof’s in good shape and that all the windows are fastened.
ScreenDaily: Even by Colman’s high standards, this is a richly complex performance. Awards notice seems likely.
Telegraph: Written and directed by the actress Maggie Gyllenhaal, it’s a worthy adaptation – murkily funny, shiveringly intimate drama of the deranging impossibility of the “good mother” figure, with a trio of outstanding performances from Olivia Colman, Jessie Buckley and Dakota Johnson.
Variety: First a little girl goes missing, then her doll, in “The Lost Daughter,” a daring psychological drama in which what should have been an idyllic summer vacation on the Greek island of Spetses instead becomes a kind of overdue emotional workout for Olivia Colman’s character, Leda, who collapses on the beach, bleeding from her abdomen in the opening scene. How these two disappearances might build to such a dire fate is one of the film’s mysteries, though more compelling is why this woman reacts to the incidents as she does, shocked into confronting her own conduct as a wife and parent many years earlier.
IndieWire: The performance in question, it will surprise no one who’s been to the movies in the last five years to hear, is given by Olivia Colman, on whom so many superlatives have already been rightly showered that it’s genuinely hard to think of one that doesn’t sound like a cliché. But her Leda is something quite extraordinary even within her already extraordinary catalogue: it’s difficult to imagine that anyone else would be able to take this impossible role, in all its unlikeliness and unlikeability, in all its witchy unpredictability and completely staid normalcy and make it seem not only plausible but more real for all its contradictions.
Deadline: Colman (The Favourite, The Crown, The Father) is given as rich an opportunity as she has ever had, and perhaps her most complex and, in a way, heartbreaking performance since 2011’s Tyrannosaur.
Deadline: There can be no question that Olivia Colman is heading for yet another Oscar nomination for her tour de force turn in Maggie Gyllenhaal’s superb directorial debut, The Lost Daughter. You can take that to the bank.
The Playlist: And when she meditatively concludes the tragic tale with a few drops of blood and a generous spray of salty Mediterranean breeze, “The Lost Daughter” leaves you haunted, shaken, and crushingly scarred like only the best of films are capable of doing.
The Hollywood Reporter: The reclusive Italian author’s familiar themes of female relationships, sexuality, motherhood and women’s struggle to carve a professional space outside it are beautifully served in this uncompromising character study, illuminated by performances of jagged brilliance from Olivia Colman and Jessie Buckley as her younger self.
The Times: Colman plays Leda, a middle-aged academic on holiday on a remote Greek island (shooting location: Spetses). She is by turns brittle, aloof, eccentric, vulnerable and ever so slightly unhinged. The genius of Colman’s performance is that she plays all these facets (sometimes in the same scene) while remaining inherently sympathetic in a movie that gamely tackles the taboo of the mother who rejects motherhood.
Little White Lies: The always-excellent Colman proves her versatility anew by acting in a mode not seen before in her back-catalogue. Under Gyllenhaal’s direction, the sweetness that radiates from her face, voice and energy are undercut by a calculated sense of animal selfishness that swings between impressive and excessive.
Dirty Movies: Colman is truly astounding. Olivia Colman can do things with an expression, can suggest such complexity of character, emotion and thought that now Daniel Day-Lewis has retired make her the greatest living British actor. Hell, even if he hasn’t retired, it would still be true. She can suggest depths of pain in a broken smile and utter joy in a laugh. But while we’re at it let’s not detract from Maggie Gyllenhaal’s debut.
Time: Colman gives a marvellous performance, as a woman well into middle age whose spiky edge hasn’t been, and probably never will be, completely smoothed: she’s a mix of nettles and swan’s down, and you never know what you’re going to get. By the movie’s end, you feel you’ve come to know a complex and wholly believable human being.
Financial Times: Colman deploying the full range of her mesmerising power and fragility. Casting Jessie Buckley as the young Leda proves to be a masterstroke, the actress excelling once again and uncannily capturing some of the Colman mannerisms. Both women would be well deserving of acting awards.
The Skinny: Gyllenhaal’s eye is extraordinarily perceptive, the camera almost indecently intimate in its attention to the unhappy puckers of Colman’s mouth, to the heady sensuality – hands pressed in underwear, creased bedsheets – of frustrated desire. Colman is unsurprisingly excellent, but Jessie Buckley as Leda’s younger self is mesmerising, punctuating the middle-aged Leda’s peace with ghostly keenness. Gyllenhaal’s fragmentary and unpredictable use of flashback devastates, as longing and regret collapse temporalities and undercurrents of decay break surface in the hot air.
INews: An excellent, embodied turn from Olivia Colman is no huge surprise these days, but she is particularly magnetic here, in a part that leaves room for interpretation. She’s over 40, and utterly a sexual being; she grapples with ageing and regret but has a complete sense of self.
Insider: You don’t watch this film wanting to root for Leda but you don’t want her to suffer either. Instead, the film conjures what I believe to be the most powerful emotion cinema can evoke: empathy. You empathize with Leda’s desire to succeed, her reluctance to settle, and, in theory, her decision to abandon her family because these are all emotions we have felt at some point in our lives. It is only in Hollywood cinema that these complexities are regularly sidelined for easy conclusions.
Next Best Picture: Colman is, frankly, incredible. She brings Leda to staggering life while maintaining some of her trademark, real-life charm in a way that only further fleshes out the character. Colman can play someone wishing to brush off and look away from difficult emotions better than anyone. The command of her expressions and externalization of inner tribulations is masterful. She has such a huge smile that she constantly flashes while insisting, despite what other characters might say, that she’s fine. But her wildly expressive eyes betray what Leda is really feeling. She’s in nearly every scene, and she manages to find variety in all of them. It’s a truly incandescent, stunning performance. Johnson is also wonderful as the new parent to whom Leda finds herself strangely drawn. She truthfully portrays a frustrated young mother who’s having trouble seeing past her current parenting difficulties.
New York Times: Gyllenhaal’s frighteningly accomplished first film actually gives us two intricate performances of the same character, and though the actresses do not physically resemble each other, there is something deeply persuasive in the dovetailing continuity of gesture and body language that Colman and Buckley achieve. And you do not have to be a mother — or even a woman — to relate to Leda’s contradictions, and to find unsettling recognition in a sly tale of painful — from some angles monstrously selfish — decisions that induce everlasting guilt but that can never be wholly regretted.
The Film Stage: But there’s one sequence late in the film worth highlighting that encapsulates the film’s concerns in a strange digression from the main story. In a moment uncannily perceptive about what’s it’s like to be in a foreign country, looking for something new to do on one of your evenings there, Leda sits in a beer garden showing a 50s Hollywood melodrama, palely projected onto a sheet. She sits with her lager glass as a mob of teenage boys gatecrash the screening, plonk themselves down in the front row, and proceed to jeer at the screen, and upturn the ad-hoc deck chair seating. Colman goes to complain to an usher and gets stonewalled, to which she can only laugh. This sequence is in the book also, but Gyllenhaal is able to better express how it uncovers Leda’s fear, and maybe jealousy, of younger people, her relationship to them in light of her own wants, biases, and desires.
HeyUGuys: The Lost Daughter, a character and vibes-centric drama grounded by the wonderful performances of Colman…
One Room with A Review: Olivia Colman is so gripping in the lead role of Leda Caruso it’s hard to take your eyes off her. Most of her ‘action’ involves wandering around a Greek beach or seething in her apartment, but she makes every moment compelling.
Decider: The way Colman exquisitely coils her character’s repressed longing, beguilingly visualized by the fluid camerawork of Hélène Louvart and intricately woven by the latticework editing of Affonso Gonçalves, leads to anticipation as to where it will finally unleash… The Lost Daughter never tries to fit Leda into a reductive “bad mother” or anti-hero framework. A person can do strange, even reprehensible, things and not have those define their character. Leda finds parenting a choking collar to wear, and Gyllenhaal assiduously refuses to soften the edges of that pain and frustration.
Adapted from Elena Ferrante’s novel, this auspicious first feature marks a major moment for the Oscar nominee: “I have never felt more alive.”
Vanity Fair– Maggie Gyllenhaal really wanted to play a filmmaker. Deep into working on The Deuce, HBO’s drama series set in ’70s New York, the producer-star paved a new path forward for her character, Eileen, a sex worker introduced to the world of pornography. Instead of the business-minded mogul that had been originally envisioned, Gyllenhaal lobbied for her to emerge as a director. She proved persuasive. During filming on the show’s third and final season, which aired in 2019, Gyllenhaal acted in scenes that asserted Eileen’s artistic ambitions—and all the while, whenever the cameras stopped rolling, was conceiving the script for what would become her own directorial debut. One led to the other, Gyllenhaal tells me over Zoom: “Often, I explore things in my work before I’m brave enough to explore them in my life.” Anyone who’s followed Gyllenhaal’s career can understand the connection. This is an actor known for complex roles taken on with uncommonly bold intuition, from early breakouts in Secretary and Sherrybaby to recent highlights like The Honourable Woman and The Kindergarten Teacher. She tells stories by going far off the page, in intricate expressions and subtle gestures. “She is one of the artists in the world I most admire,” says Emma Thompson, a friend of Gyllenhaal’s. “She is serious about her work but more serious about being properly human, which is a great deal harder to get to grips with.”
Gyllenhaal has long had the qualities, in other words, of a great filmmaker. “I grew up in a time where there were some really interesting women making movies, but there weren’t very many,” she says. “I just, without thinking about it, was like, Oh, I’m an actress. I didn’t give myself the opportunity to think about director.” As the climate in Hollywood (slowly) shifted and Gyllenhaal started realizing her off-camera potential—2018’s The Kindergarten Teacher marked her film-producing debut—this desire to make a movie, “brewing in me for a long time,” suddenly appeared crystal clear. And she knew where she wanted to begin.
After a production meeting for The Kindergarten Teacher, Gyllenhaal took her fellow producers to a bookstore and bought them Elena Ferrante’s The Days of Abandonment. She’d just read the novel and felt eager to adapt it. They reached out to Ferrante’s team, only to learn the rights were stuck in development and were instead turned onto another, less-known Ferrante title: the slim, brutal The Lost Daughter. Reading the book, Gyllenhaal says, she felt that “some secret piece of my experience as a mother, as a lover, as a woman in the world was being spoken out loud for the first time.”
Gyllenhaal wrote to Ferrante that she wanted to script and direct a Lost Daughter film. It took her maybe a month to do so. Why so long? Her feeling amounted to “don’t fuck this up.” Gyllenhaal knew she didn’t want to set the book in Italy, as Ferrante did; she didn’t know how faithful she’d stay to the text otherwise. “What I had to say was, ‘I don’t know exactly how I will adapt this, but I know there are things inside it that are fundamentally interesting to me,’” she explains. Ferrante replied with her seal of approval—and a condition: Gyllenhaal had to direct the movie, “no question.” (The pseudonymous Ferrante explained why in a 2018 Guardian essay.)
“That scared me a little bit,” Gyllenhaal admits. There was no backing out now.
Recently acquired by Netflix for a December release, The Lost Daughter tells the kind of story that has characterized much of Gyllenhaal’s filmography: psychologically thorny, deeply internal, erotic, and human. It follows Leda, a literature professor and mother of two grown daughters, on an extended summer vacation. She encounters a rambunctious family, and particularly a young mother who reminds Leda of her own fraught experiences in parenthood. A sense of menace creeps in as the narrative jumps between the present day and Leda’s memories, unfurling a rigorous exploration of identity, lust, and regret.
“The scripts that appeal to me are the ones that allow space for expression,” Gyllenhaal says. “The process of taking a text as an actor, analyzing it, distilling it to, ‘Why is this scene in this movie? Why do I think it’s important?’…is, in an emotional and intellectual way, very similar to the way I worked on adapting the book.” She initially constructed it bit by bit. She’d think about a given section for weeks without putting pen to paper; once she got some extended time alone—a plane ride, say—she’d write for hours and hours straight through.
With Ferrante’s endorsement, The Lost Daughter was a go, complete with an exciting cast led by Olivia Colman as Leda, Jessie Buckley as younger Leda, and Dakota Johnson as Nina, the object of Leda’s fascination. “A big bonus for me was that Maggie was directing…but I loved the part because she’s not entirely likeable, which I’ve always found appealing,” Colman says. “All the stars aligned.”
Production was planned in New Jersey for an early 2020 launch. “New Jersey had a great tax incentive, but it never felt quite right,” Gyllenhaal says. “It was meant to be like Maine.” In any case, the pandemic hit. The U.S. Northeast seemed increasingly off the table for a COVID-safe bubble shoot, and Gyllenhaal thought of an exotic replacement location in Greece, with Leda rewritten as a tourist from abroad. “As soon as we even considered shifting to Greece—which was really just a fantasy whim I had—it took off,” Gyllenhaal says.
Financing came together fast; the logistics of transporting everyone there proved doable. Gyllenhaal even got a kind of trial run, with the chance to make a short film for Netflix’s quarantine-themed Homemade collection, months before filming started on The Lost Daughter. (It starred her husband, Peter Sarsgaard, who also features in The Lost Daughter.)
“There was a moment where I went, ‘Hold on a second, is this insane?’” Gyllenhaal recalls. “‘Can I really lead this group of people into Greece?’” She felt like Werner Herzog pulling a boat over a waterfall. “I spoke to a few epidemiologists; a part of me was almost wishing that they’d say, ‘No, no, definitely no,’” Gyllenhaal says. “But they didn’t.”
This flicker of self-doubt all but vanished once Gyllenhaal arrived in Greece: “I have never felt more alive and in the current of my life than I felt as a director.”
Gyllenhaal’s tendency to feel out a scene spontaneously went unchanged in the transition to director. “I couldn’t believe it—how I would just articulate what it was that I wanted and I saw and I felt,” she says. Having collaborated with dozens of noted filmmakers, Gyllenhaal had an epiphany while making The Lost Daughter: “When I’d felt loved on set, the work I did was exponentially more daring, more interesting, more revealing to myself about myself. And when I didn’t feel loved, I learned ways of working anyway—that’s part of our job—but it was much harder.”
The Lost Daughter taught Gyllenhaal “about being loving.” She remembers her first day of shooting on the Spetses beach in Greece—a crucial location in the film—and a specific moment in the middle of the frenzy. A million things were going on when the crew approached her to present Dagmara Domińczyk (who steals scenes as a mercurial woman around Leda’s age) in her bathing suit costume. The ritual was familiar to Gyllenhaal. (“I have been brought out in all sorts of outfits to show off my costume to the director.”) She prepared to address Domińczyk in front of the whole set. Then she paused and took the actor aside.
“In the five seconds it took me to walk over to the corner to speak with her privately,” Gyllenhaal says, “I realized the only thing to say to any actress in their bathing suit right before they shoot is, ‘You look fucking great. Now let’s work.’”
The mother of two herself, Gyllenhaal vividly captures the provocations of Ferrante’s novel, her vision attuned to Leda’s internal journey of reckoning with the stark choices made in her past. Chunks of narration are replaced with careful, unsettling close-ups; music enhances the story’s hypnotic spell, from composer Dickon Hinchliffe’s immersive opening theme to Colman’s unforgettable third-act performance of “Livin’ on a Prayer.” It’s what an adaptation should feel like: respectful of the source material, but wholly original.
Gyllenhaal showed an early cut to Emma Thompson. “I was so blown away by the film,” Thompson says now. “The slow winding of suspense and the brave plunging into the horrors of motherhood—about which no one speaks, for fear of being blamed and stigmatized forever. Trust Maggie to take it on.”
Ferrante and Gyllenhaal also exchanged letters a handful of times, over the course of production. One note from Ferrante that the director held sacred: Leda could not be depicted as “mad” or “crazy,” but at least somewhat universal. “If she’s crazy, then she lets every other person off the hook who has any kind of ambivalent feelings about their own mother, about being a mother, about being a daughter or a child,” Gyllenhaal says. “If she’s crazy, then why make this movie?” (Another Ferrante suggestion she took, albeit more reluctantly: “Take a sex scene out.”)
She committed to the ambivalent, at times vague nature of the character, imbuing her arc with a cinematic logic that borders on dreamlike. And in perhaps her richest big-screen role to date, Oscar-winner Colman felt in sync with her director: “[Leda] could be easy to write off…. She’s definitely made some mistakes, but that’s what’s intriguing! She’s clearly not mad.”
This is the first film in over 15 years to adapt Ferrante, a best-selling author whose fiction has been beloved by readers around the world for decades. (In the interim, there’s been HBO’s acclaimed Italian My Brilliant Friend series, soon returning for a third season.) It’s also the first-ever English-language adaptation of her books. Gyllenhaal sees it as no coincidence that her film is profoundly, even radically alert to the experiences of womanhood. “There are many interesting women who don’t agree with me on this, but I do think that there is such a thing as women’s filmmaking—and I’m compelled by what that means,” she says. “And I don’t think we’ve had an opportunity to really explore what that means.”
She turns to one of her greatest film inspirations, Jane Campion’s 1993 masterpiece The Piano, as the first example of when she encountered it. She saw the movie as a teenager. “I had never seen anything expressed in that way,” Gyllenhaal says. “When we’re honest with ourselves and working from our unconscious, I think the work looks like that.”
As it happens, in its bracing honesty and emotional charge, The Lost Daughter looks a lot like that too.
The Wrap– Searchlight Pictures and Sam Mendes are teaming on the director’s next project with Searchlight boarding Empire of Light with Mendes on set to direct and Olivia Colman in negotiations to star. This will mark Mendes first film since his Oscar-nominated 1917 and will also mark the first time both he and Colman have worked together. The film will also re-team Mendes with cinematographer Roger Deakins, who won an Oscar for his work on 1917.
Mendes will direct “Empire of Light” as his follow-up to the Best Picture-nominated “1917.” Mendes also wrote the film; it marks the first time he’s penned a screenplay solo. “Empire of Light” is a love story set in and around a beautiful old cinema on the South Coast of England in the 1980s.
Mendes will also produce “Empire of Light” with Pippa Harris through his Neal Street Productions, ad Searchlight is aiming for a release in fall 2022.
“Sam has written an exquisite cinematic drama that captured our hearts from page one. He is a masterful filmmaker, and we look forward to working with him, Pippa, and Roger and to reunite with the great Olivia on this truly special film,” Greenbaum and Greenfield said in a statement.
Colman was just nominated for an Oscar for Best Supporting Actress for her work in “The Father” alongside Anthony Hopkins. This follows her already Oscar-winning turn for “The Favourite.” She also played Queen Elizabeth II in “The Crown” and starred on the Amazon series “Fleabag.” She’s next set to star in “The Lost Daughter,” Maggie Gyllenhaal’s directorial debut opposite Dakota Johnson.