Honey, Don’t!

I liked “Drive Away Dolls,” Ethan Coen’s previous film starring Margaret Qualley as a free-spirited queer woman who has a series of crazy adventures involving gangsters and a mysterious suitcase many people are interested in. “Honey Don’t!” is not a sequel, more an offshoot that aims for the same sort of vibe, this time with Qualley as a queer private detective in Bakersfield, California. Qualley is mesmerizing but the movie is too meandering, more a series of set-pieces than a story.

Qualley is the title character, independent, confident, direct, and quippy. She is a female version of the classic movie detective, a loner (we see her casually dismissing a one-night stand) but resolutely honest. A man wants to hire her to find out if his boyfriend is cheating and Honey tries to talk him out of it because if he wants to hire her, it means he already knows. A woman who made an appointment to consult Honey ends up dead and in a car that overturned rolling down a ridge on the side of the road. Her prospective client never made it to the hiring point, but Honey investigates.

Others have gone to the upside down car before her. Marty, the local homicide detective (Charlie Day), who keeps trying to ask Honey out on a date, is there with the forensic crew. Before they got there, a mysterious woman with a Lulu bob arrived on a motorcycle, reached into the car to pull a ring from the dead woman’s finger, took time to go skinny dipping in the lake, and left.

This is not the kind of film where everything ties up at the end. It is the kind of film that lurches from scene to scene as though it is one of those Pass the Paper/Exquisite Corpse drawing games where no one knows what the first and second part of the picture looks like when it is their turn to draw the third. The individual set-pieces are very entertaining, especially Honey’s meeting with an aspiring mega-church preacher (Chris Evans) whose pulpit is between two giant portraits of himself and who tells his congregation to “submit and serve the lord,” often meaning having submitting to serving him by having sex.

The actors and filmmakers are clearly having a blast, especially costume designer Peggy Schnitzer, whose ensembles for Qualley are all knock-outs. The movie features the slightly surreal dialogue that is beloved by the Coen brothers and the love for female bodies and sexuality that we saw in “Drive Away Dolls” continues to be sigh-worthy, no matter what your pronouns or orientation. There are moments of inspired derangement. Overall, though, there’s more style than substance, a hollowness that even Qualley’s star quality cannot make up for.

Parents should know that this film has peril and violence with many characters injured and killed and some graphic and disturbing images. It also includes nudity and very explicit sexual situations including a threesome and bondage. Characters use strong language and drink alcohol.

Family discussion: Why did Honey feel obligated to investigate Mia’s death? What questions did she ask that made a difference?

If you like this, try: “Drive Away Dolls”