It’s admirable that a film such as this gets made, it really is. Brandon Taylor’s The Price of Bones tells the story of Caprice and Heather, two girls who are desperate to be as thin as possible, no matter the cost. A lot of their interactions ring painfully true. One scene shows Caprice to have repeatedly rejected her food, letting it pile up on cling film-overed plates in the fridge. There’s also their scenes of running together. They’re not far from Caprice’s house yet they’re soon out of breath from the malnourishment they’ve inflicted on themselves. They gee each other up though with complements of how they can see each others’ bones now. It succinctly hits the nail on the head in representing the thinspiration generation.
The ending is also nice, with us being left unsure if Caprice is not releasing heather from her situation because she thinks it will ultimately help Heather achieve their shared goal, or because she is jealous that ‘everybody can see her bones’ already. It’s reminiscent of Odysseus, lashing himself to the mast of his ship so he can hear the song of the sirens, telling his crew not to release him no matter how much he demands it, lest he too fails his goals.
Admirable then, and truthful, but the whole affair is flatter than Salar de Uyuni. The actors Summerisa Bell Stevens, Lisa Dennett, and Jordan Anton really let the side down. They exhibit no chemistry with each other whatsoever and their delivery is sub-par at best. It’s a real shame when the cinematography is so good (featuring what seems to be an aerial drone shot, really impressive for a film such as this) and what it’s filled with, the main focus of our attention – the actors – are so damned dreary. The film is insightful and clever on paper, but only on paper. The problem comes when it’s brought to life by the actors.