Based on the trailer, I went into the theater expecting a typical romantic comedy. My mistake. Who approved the trailer? It is sending audiences in with the wrong idea. Once I broke the rom-com mold, everything fell into place.
Materialists is Celine Song’s version of an op-ed. Rather than presenting her argument in a newspaper, she taps her filmmaking skills to encase commentary about modern romance in a dramatic story.
Writer-director Celine Song’s first film, 2023’s Past Lives, was a remarkable debut, showcasing a brave and steady hand behind the camera. With her sophomore outing, 2025’s Materialists, she doubles down on the primary topic which has interested her so far: Romance in the modern age.
Celine Song is fascinated by our thought processes around love. Past Lives was about how your personal history echoes into the present. Paths not taken, especially with romantic partners, never really leave us. They resonate beyond the moments in time they occupy.
Materialists is equally meditative, refusing to be a typical romantic comedy that marches forward only with one-liners and odd situations. Song returns to a love triangle. She has assembled a three-star package with Lucy (Dakota Johnson), John (Chris Evans), and Harry (Pedro Pascal).
Lucy is a matchmaker who deals with clients like stocks. Investors value a company’s stock using attributes like dividend yield, price-to-earnings ratio, and earnings-per-share. In the same way, Lucy’s matchmaking service has commodified clients, searching for a soulmate with the perfect combination of height, body type, education level, political affiliation, income, and attractiveness. Stock pickers would be out of work if they were this picky.
Every character in this story wrestles with this societal myth: Your soulmate will match your list of desires. Lucy is on the frontlines of this battle. She feeds into their fantasies of finding that special somebody with the perfect combination, making love seem as simple as checking boxes. Since she spends her day selling dreams, she starts to believe what she says.
The villain is silent, neither mentioned nor seen: Society. By applying the language of finance to modern romance, characters look at their potential mates like stocks, which peak in their twenties and fall forever after. In Materialists, society has taught the characters to value tangible attributes above all else. This cold-blooded analysis turns cruel.
Even the ones who talk about intangibles, like having someone that makes you grow, don’t realize they are contradicting themselves. Watch everyone’s choices, which tell a different story than their words. Everyone knows how the game must be played.
That is the neat trick of Materialists. As these characters speak in circles about their desires in a partner, we go with it. We become complicit in society’s game: The myth that if you check the box on every tangible attribute for each other, you are a match. Or should I say, an asset. Even if we say we don’t believe, are we being truthful to ourselves?
Based on that, who does Lucy pick: Harry (Pedro Pascal), the unicorn in private equity, or John (Chris Evans), the one with two roommates? You might think you know Lucy’s decision. Her journey offers much to ponder about modern romance. Hopefully, a rethink is coming soon.