‘The Wasp’ Review: A Feminine Face-Off

Actual wasps make multiple appearances in “The Wasp” — a twisty psycho-thriller by the director Guillem Morales — but the big sting comes courtesy of Heather (Naomie Harris, “Moonlight”), a housewife on the edge residing in Bath, England.

Like with Amy Dunne in “Gone Girl,” there’s a lot going on in Heather’s brain. Why, exactly, does she put a hammer through a wasp’s nest while her husband, Simon (Dominic Allburn), hosts a crucial work dinner in the next room? Why does she message Carla (Natalie Dormer, “Game of Thrones”), her grade school bestie-turned-bully after decades of not speaking?

The film’s muted color palette and the eerily glacial camerawork adds to this mood of menace. Clues are scattered throughout, like a flashback to Heather’s childhood when she witnessed Carla kill a pigeon. In another scene, Heather mulls over a notification from her ovulation tracker.

Little by little, these mysteries are unpacked by way of an outlandish revenge plot that involves Carla, who now works at a grocery store. The elements of each woman’s identity are played like cards: Heather is Black, wealthy, docile and childless; Carla is white, poor, brutish and expecting her fifth baby. Themes of motherhood, class envy and racial trauma float around somewhat indifferently — there’s not much in terms of social commentary beyond the obvious. Still, the tension between the two women comes across, at times rivetingly, because of Harris and Dormer.

Adapted from a stage play, “The Wasp” is above all a dramatic showcase for its two actresses — that most of the action takes place in one setting, Heather’s living room, adds to this thespian powder keg. Otherwise, the film is one aha moment after the next without the sense of humor or smarts to back up its fundamental absurdity.

The Wasp
Rated R for sexual assault and violence. Running time: 1 hour 36 minutes. In theaters.