The Line (now on Hulu) is a fictional representation of an undeniable truth: college fraternities are a breeding ground for toxic masculinity. Thatâs not a huge revelation â itâs a certainty right up there with death and taxes â but director Ethan Berger milks some compelling drama out of the scenario, casting Alex Wolff (Hereditary, Pig) as a second-year frat bro who might be thinking twice about how his organization conducts itself, and the rather icky ideology it maintains. Iâm not sure what he learns is much of a surprise to us conscientious objectors, but itâs nevertheless pretty fascinating to see whatâs essentially a nasty little cult doing nasty little business.
THE LINE: STREAM IT OR SKIP IT?
The Gist: Itâs 2014, notably a time prior to #MeToo and âgrab them by the pussy,â or this story might take on a different tenor. Tom Backster (Wolff) is fired up for his sophomore year at Sumpter College, where heâs now a vested member of Kappa Nu Alpha or, if youâre drunk off yer tits and high outta yer pie and chanting, KNA! KNA! KNA! As the kid of working-class parents, he doesnât quite fit in with the other bluebloods in the frat, but he fakes it, carrying himself with an air of superiority and adopting a long-drawl Southern accent so heâll fit in. His mother (Cheri Oteri) pokes at him, saying he sounds like Forrest Gump, but he pushes back, asserting that ârelationships are everything.â Tom knows that a few U.S. Presidents passed through KNA, and itâs a place where sons of CEOs go before they become CEOs themselves. Itâs total heaven for White dudes with silver spoons in their dental work.
Case in point, Tomâs best bud and roomie Mitch (Bo Mitchell), whoâd be just another chubby chump if his dad (John Malkovich!) wasnât a KNA alum with money falling out of his every orifice. Nevertheless, Mitch is the butt of much abuse from his bros, and he redirects it into noxious, moronic, high-volume behavior. Mitch is like Private Pyle crossed with Bluto Blutarsky, which is a way of saying heâs not the kind of guy you wanna watch eat chili or chicken wings. Tom defends Mitch, but also endears himself to KNA president Todd Stevens (Lewis Pullman), who lets Tom deliver a big speech to the pledges in his absence. Toddâs advice? âWatch the speech from Gladiator.â
Perhaps itâs worth noting that KNA has been disciplined no less than 17 times for hazing. Perhaps itâs also worth noting that they donât give a single stinking shit about that. Their first order of business is to don their ugly Hawaiian shirts and backwards ballcaps with wraparound shades resting on the brims, and get to work hoovering cocaine, slamming beers and thinning the herd of freshmen lining up to fill in the ranks of their depraved moral cesspool and therefore be subject to all manner of ritual degradation and humiliation before fast-tracking their way to their trust funds. Meanwhile, Tom actually attends class, and nurses a crush on Annabelle (Halle Bailey), who the KNA guys call âthat Black lesbianâ because she doesnât shave her armpits. Tom attempts to strike up a conversation with her, but his reputation precedes him: âGo fâ yourselfâ is her reply.
The bros watch a slideshow of potential pledges and YEA or NAY them â a fellow with brown skin is quickly dismissed as âtoo dark,â although frankly, we canât tell any of these loathsome White boys apart. One particularly loathsome Caucasian turd, Gettys OâBrien (Austin Abrams) gets a vehement rejection from Mitch, and, despite the spittle flinging from his face, he has a point, because Gettys is an arrogant and entitled little shit, the kind of guy you actually might not mind watching lick toilets or whatever it is the bros will make him do. But heâs enough of a sneering pissant to fit in perfectly at KNA, and heâs from the right privileged stock, so Gettys is in, thus setting in motion some ugly shit thatâs even uglier than the ugly shit weâve already seen.
What Movies Will It Remind You Of?: Iâve already alluded to The Line being like Animal House crossed with Full Metal Jacket, so here it is for you, plain as day, in black and white.
Performance Worth Watching: Mitchell, in his first major role (heâs popped up in episodes of Cobra Kai and Eastbound and Down) is, simply put, terrifying. Full-blown sociopathy. Perfect Fortune 500 CEO material, in other words.
Memorable Dialogue: Praise from an admirer of Tomâs pledge speech: âYou sounded like Bush 43 out there, man!â
Sex and Skin: None.
Our Take: It apparently takes several dozen quaffs from the plastic pitcher for Tom to realize that the Kool-Aid is poisoned. Such is the primary dramatic arc of The Line, a title that refers to a thing its protagonist eventually learns was crossed a while back. He barely noticed, because KNA strips individuals down via psychological and physical punishment and pretty much brainwashes them until they conform to an ideology that greenlights the type of racist, sexist and generally abusive behavior that men â especially White men â with money and influence so often get away with in America. And then they get rewarded for that behavior! Itâs a program that cycles young shitty human beings into positions of power so the old shitty human beings can retire and die. The shitty human being replacement industry is a key part of the American system. And where else would the shittiest of shitty human beings come from rather than Deep South college fraternities?
Iâm not sure The Line offers much insight or criticism beyond that, but itâs nonetheless a pretty riveting and believable portrayal of boys behaving badly. The drama proceeds as expected in the third act, because it seems inevitable that Tom wonât cross the line thatâs past the line thatâs past another line (thatâs probably past another line), since his middle-class background hasnât conditioned him to compartmentalize evil as easily as the rest of his bros. Bailey is underused here, a potential love interest who seems smart enough to know better but doesnât act on that knowledge; she essentially functions as a moral signpost for a protagonist whoâs otherwise surrounded by trash-eatinâ stinkbags. But with Bergerâs grainy cinematography, grim lighting and low-angle shots on Mitchâs scowling face, The Line is a horror show you canât look away from.
Our Call: Frats are essentially cults, eh? Iâll buy that argument. STREAM IT.
John Serba is a freelance writer and film critic based in Grand Rapids, Michigan.
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