Novitiate movie review & film summary (2017)

And yet there’s something exotic about this sacred realm: a sheltered, silent convent where stone walls, immaculate grounds and rigid rules can only contain secrets for so long. “Novitiate” explores what happens when the girls’ natural sexual urges begin to bubble up—for men they’ve not yet met, for each other, for God Himself—and how they clash with the inherent chastity of their calling.

It’s a time of flux for the Catholic Church, though. “Novitiate” takes place just as the changes of Vatican II are going into effect throughout the world—radical, liberal shifts in ideology that are meant to foster openness and inclusiveness, but which fly in the face of hard-liners’ long-held beliefs and practices. As the Reverend Mother—a cruel leader who hasn’t set foot outside the convent’s gates in 40 years—Melissa Leo is chilling and often deliciously over the top. She intends to run things the way she always has, with an iron hand and a raging temper, and finds it increasingly difficult to do so.

Her young postulants—who aspire to become novitiates before taking their finals vows—aim to please her every step of the way, but they also undergo moments of questioning and doubt. We endure this demanding experience with them through the eyes of Cathleen (Margaret Qualley in a star-making performance), the aspiring nun who proclaims her love for God at the film’s start. At first, her choice seems like an act of rebellion against her single mother, a profane, chain-smoking atheist. Julianne Nicholson is excellent as always in the role, a no-nonsense spitfire and voice of reason whose brashness cuts through a deliberately-paced film that can be quiet and restrained to a fault.

As Cathleen gets further into her training, though, she finds the strength of her faith repeatedly tested. Reverend Mother warns the girls from the get-go that she’s “the voice of God” on Earth, and that hard work awaits them. She’s R. Lee Ermey from “Full Metal Jacket” in a floor-length habit, sadistic and manipulative as she separates the wheat from the chaff.

Cathleen’s devotion manifests itself in primal ways, a potentially shocking notion that Betts depicts with understated intimacy. Betts’ camera does wonders with Qualley’s open, expressive face. And she remains tasteful in her approach as the arduousness of the training steadily takes its toll on Cathleen, body and soul. Again, though, hers is but one experience.