Critic Reviews

The Line is a must-see for a peek behind the coke-filled sheets of fraternities, well, everywhere.

It’s a sophisticated commentary wrapped up in a beer-soaked package and is sure to linger with you long after the credits roll.

Wolff (Hereditary) impresses, deftly modulating his performance so we can’t land too easily in one emotional camp — excessive sympathy or complete ire.

For all its comparative lack of insight, there’s something intriguing about the ride, due chiefly to a pair of fascinating lead performances and a fatalistic sense of humor.

The Line is hard to watch, and the banality of this kind of evil is incredibly off-putting. Horrible things happen while people are laughing. Even while The Line extends its welcome, it’s an undeniably unnerving experience.

It’s not that we haven’t seen this type of frat-life social commentary before, but Berger and the outstanding ensemble infuse his film with a docudrama authenticity. This is a not a movie you can easily shake off.

While The Line doesn’t offer an especially unique take on this milieu, it plays well and acts as a solid showcase for its young cast.

If the movie’s portrayal of rivalrous (and homoerotic) hypermasculinity doesn’t always seem original, it is nevertheless realized with seriousness and vigor.

The film effectively illustrates how hazing is not singularly a university issue.

The film is most interesting when observing the subtler power dynamics at play within frats.