August Movies Part 2: Together & Weapons

You know what's fun in the summer? Heading into a dark theater and watching a clever and bizarre horror movie. Bonus points if it makes you laugh. This month, we've got two such films, one more comedic than the other, but both great examples of the wild and crazy imaginations of horror filmmakers.

Together: Written and directed by Michael Shanks, this movie stars real-life married couple Alison Brie and Dave Franco as Millie and Tim, a couple who have recently moved away from the big city into a rural area so Millie can pursue a teaching job at a local school. Their relationship is a little rocky, with Tim being extremely apathetic and indecisive, while Millie is clingy and trying to get their lives on track. One day they get lost on a hike in the woods, it starts raining, and then they fall down a hole and discover a mysterious cave. They drink the water from a pool in the cave, and that was their biggest mistake. Because that water has magical properties and they are now in for a wild ride.

What follows is a very funny and weird body horror film about what happens when a couple starts to literally become one. Initially it's just little things where they wake up to find their legs are stuck together and they need to pull them apart - they blame mildew. Then one night they wake up and Tim is eating Millie's hair and choking on it, and it is all chalked up to being some sort of crazy sleep terror. But of course, things keep escalating and eventually, it becomes clear that there are forces that are trying to get them to fuse into each other, in the ultimate expression of co-dependency. The movie is a great treatise on couples who think that they have to be just like each other, to such an extent that they become indistinguishable from one another, and it's a deliberation on whether that is truly the point of true love. Of course, it's not actually that profound, and it's mostly just extremely hilarious. If you need a 100-minute diversion, this is exactly the kind of thing you should seek out on a summer afternoon.

Weapons: Written and directed by Zach Cregger, who directed the 2022 movie Barbarian that I loved, this is a twisty and compelling movie about the people of a small town who all wake up one day to find out that a bunch of children all got out of their beds at 2:17 am, walked out of their houses, and have now completely disappeared. All of the children were in the same third-grade class, and their teacher, Ms. Justine Gandy (Julia Garner) is under attack by all the parents and townspeople, who think she had something to do with this. Meanwhile, she has no idea what happened, and why Alex Lilly (Cary Christopher) is the only student in her class who didn't disappear that night. No one will let her talk to Alex, and she is paranoid and helpless. The action picks up one month after the incident and we will follow five different characters to see how their lives intersect with one another over the course of a few days until we eventually solve this mystery.

The script is tight and has a Rashomon feel as you get the perspective of these different characters and their lives in this town. I won't go into too much detail because the delight of this movie is in watching it unfold and finding out who are the key characters in this tale and how their lives will intertwine to produce the insanely dramatic conclusion. There are so many jump scares, and you will spend a lot of time peeking through your fingers as you anticipate something extremely creepy about to take place on screen. But there's also a lot of humor sprinkled throughout, especially as events start to get increasingly bizarre and the characters are just absolutely baffled at what is happening to them. It's great storytelling and perfect summer entertainment, so head to the theater, as long as your nerves are up to the challenge.

July Movies Part 2: The Friend & Friendship

Obviously, I could not resist a post about two movies I recently caught up with on streaming that are similarly named but bear no similarities to each other otherwise. One is a gentle drama about dealing with grief, and the other is an examination of one man's insane spiral as he tries to make new friends. Neither is a film I would have wanted to go to the theater to see, but they were certainly intriguing enough for a couch watch.

The Friend: Written and directed by Scott McGehee and David Siegel based on the novel by Sigrid Nunez, this is a movie about what happens when Iris's (Naomi Watts) best friend, Walter (Bill Murray), dies and leaves his giant Great Dane, named Apollo, to her to take care of. Of course, she lives in Manhattan in a rent-controlled apartment with a very strict no-pets policy, so this is going to be problematic. 

Iris and Apollo have a somewhat testy relationship at first, particularly as he seems to be a rather unbiddable creature who won't let her sleep on her own bed, won't take the elevator, and won't eat anything. But both of them are grieving the loss of Walter, and as you can imagine, they bond over their shared loss and find comfort in each other. There isn't much more to this film - it's a rather vibey movie about New York intellectuals and their general aesthetic, but dog lovers will probably really enjoy watching Apollo, as he's a rather magnificent beast. There's a lot of side plot about Walter and the womanizing and somewhat disappointing human being he was, but none of that seems particularly relevant and I'd be hard-pressed to say I paid much attention to any of it. Overall, this film makes for a perfectly adequate streaming experience on a slow afternoon.

Friendship: Written and directed by Andrew DeYoung, there is a LOT that happens in this movie, most of which I can't quite claim to understand. Tim Robinson stars as Craig, an awkward man with a wife and teenage son, who have a weirdly Oedipal relationship and don't seem to care much about Craig. He is too weird at work to have any friends and is mostly a lonely man seeking connection. A casualty of the male loneliness epidemic, if you will.

But then Austin (the charismatic Paul Rudd) moves into the neighborhood, and unusually, Craig strikes up a friendship with him. The two of them become really close and go off on strange adventures together, sometimes late at night, or sometimes in the middle of the workday, and everything seems rosy. But when Craig goes over to Austin's house for a party with some of Austin's other friends, his oddness becomes too much for the group to handle and he finds himself ostracized. Which of course, means that this man completely loses his mind and spirals out of control in increasingly frightening fashion for the rest of this film. This movie is kind of a comedy, kind of a horror, kind of a mess? I'm not a Robinson person, but I imagine that if you are a fan of his work, this movie would be right up your alley. It's weird and genre-defying and while I didn't much care for it, I'm sure there are many lonely middle-aged men who would. So, give it a shot, I guess?

May Movies Part 2: Fight or Flight, Final Destination Bloodlines, Novocaine, The Ballad of Wallis Island, Mission: Impossible - The Final Reckoning

I've had a very busy few weeks at the movie theater as well as catching up on streaming, so if you need suggestions for Memorial Day viewing, here are my thoughts on some action films, a very gory horror comedy, and a gentle British musical movie. There's something for everyone!

Fight or Flight: Written by Brooks McLaren and D.J. Cotrona and directed by James Madigan, Josh Hartnett stars as Lucas Reyes, a disgraced Secret Service agent who has been disavowed by the US government and stranded in Bangkok for several years. However, he then gets a call from his ex-girlfriend and former partner, Katherine (Katee Sackhoff), who needs his help on an urgent mission. She needs Lucas to get on a plane flying to San Francisco and find out who on board is the Ghost, an elite hacker who has been responsible for numerous cyberattacks around the world and has evaded capture at every turn. No one has any information on who the Ghost is or what they look like, so this is already going to be a very difficult mission. However, once Lucas boards the flight, he also learns that a slew of assassins are also passengers. They are all determined to kill the Ghost and reap the many bounties that have been offered on this kill. So, Lucas not only has to find the Ghost, but also protect them from a plane full of deadly killers. 

It's a bonkers plot executed to bonkers perfection. The identity of the Ghost was truly a surprise to me, and what followed was a very hilarious bloody action film, where more and more people were creatively killed on a plane. If that sounds like the kind of thing you would enjoy, go forth. It's good, mindless, long weekend fun.

Final Destination Bloodlines: I have never seen any of the Final Destination movies, but this one was certainly a great introduction to the franchise. Written by Guy Busick and Lori Evans Taylor and directed by Zach Lipovsky and Adam Stein, the film stars Kaitlyn Santa Juana as Stefani Reyes, a young woman who keeps having a recurring nightmare about her grandmother, Iris, in 1968, going through a deadly experience in a restaurant where everyone keeps getting killed in increasingly elaborate ways. Stefani decides to find Iris and ask her what this dream might mean. Well, turns out that dream is actually identical to a premonition Iris had when she was a young woman at that restaurant, and because she warned everyone about what she had seen, she saved them all from a certain death. Except, you can never evade Death. Over time, she realized that everyone who didn't die at the restaurant was getting killed, in the order in which they died in her premonition, and she subsequently became a recluse, trying to evade death at every turn.

Well, spoiler alert, Iris dies after meeting Stefani, and now Stefani realizes that everyone in her family is going to die in hereditary order, because they were all never supposed to be alive in the first place. What follows is a series of deaths via intricate Rube Goldberg-like chain reactions of events, which are insanely gruesome, but utterly comical. Your eyes will be wide open trying to figure out how each person is about to get killed, and let me tell you, these deaths are so convoluted that you will never see it coming. It's a silly, laugh out loud reminder that yes, Death comes for us all.

Novocaine: If you need even more blood and gore, perhaps you will enjoy this bizarre little tale written by Lars Jacobson and directed by Dan Berk and Robert Olsen. Jack Quaid stars as Nathan, a man who has an extremely rare (but real!) genetic disorder that means he cannot feel any pain. While this may sound like a good thing, it's extremely dangerous, because pain is a vital biological response that protects us every day. As an example, Nathan needs to set an alarm to remind him to pee every few hours, else his bladder might explode. 

One day, some robbers burst into the bank where he works, steal a bunch of money, and kidnap Sherry (Amber Midthunder), the girl that he really likes. The police are delayed, and Nathan decides he needs to singlehandedly chase down these men and rescue Sherry. What follows is an extremely violent but funny action caper, where Nathan's body is battered and bruised in a myriad ways that he cannot feel. There's a lot of body horror here, so you're not gonna be able to stand this movie if you're squeamish, but much like Final Destination Bloodlines, all of this is played for laughs rather than horror. This movie should have been edited down to a tight 90 minutes, but Quaid is a charismatic lead (playing a role that is the polar opposite of his character in Companion), so this is a very entertaining way to spend an afternoon. As long as you don't mind a LOT of torture.

The Ballad of Wallis Island: Don't want any action at all? Then how about this quiet British comedy written by Tim Key and Tom Basden and directed by James Griffiths. Key stars as Charles, a man who won the lottery twice and lives on remote Wallis Island. His wife is now deceased, but when she was alive, the two of them were big fans of a folk duo called McGwyer Mortimer. So, Charles decides to invite Herb McGwyer (Basden) and Nell Mortimer (Carrie Mulligan) to the island for a private concert. Except the duo split up ages ago after a romantic breakup, and Herb has no idea Nell was invited. 

This movie is heavy on the vibes, with gorgeous shots of this craggy, wild island and lots of melancholy and beautiful folk music. None of the story beats will strike you as particularly surprising or innovative, but Charles is quite funny as a hapless man who is just trying to get his favorite band back together, while Herb is grumpy and angsty, and Nell is just trying to make some money and sing some beautiful harmonies. It's a somewhat forgettable film, but it's quite pretty and poetic while you're watching it, and sometimes that's all you really need to be content.

Mission: Impossible - The Final Reckoning: If you want to celebrate Memorial Day like a true American, then head over to the theater for the latest Tom Cruise blockbuster. The final film in this franchise is here at last, written by Erik Jendresen and Christopher McQuarrie, who also directed. While I absolutely loved Dead Reckoning last year, this film needed some sharper editing and a lot more humor. The first hour was interminable, with a lot of talking and scene-setting and discursions on the AI known as The Entity, that is the main villain of the piece. The only reason I come to a Mission: Impossible movie is for the action set pieces, so I was terribly bored in the beginning.

Thankfully, the second half kicks into high gear, and we get all the trademark Cruise insanity. The stunt work is off the charts, with all manner of shenanigans on land, underwater, and up in the air. The plan is terribly elaborate, with multiple moving parts where every member of the team gets to contribute in some fashion to Ethan Hunt's hare-brained scheme, and they pull it all off with aplomb. Despite the shaky start, the film is ultimately quite satisfying, but it also makes it clear that it is time for this franchise to end. There are plenty of montages of events from the prior films, and nothing could serve as a starker reminder that while Cruise might be a perfect physical specimen, he really is getting too old for this shit. The man needs to quit while he's ahead, and this film is a perfect swan song.

April Movies Part 2: Sinners

It feels like the only movie out right now that everyone is talking about is Sinners, so let's get into it!

Written and directed by Ryan Coogler, this movie in set in 1932 and stars Michael B. Jordan in dual roles as twin brothers nicknamed Stack and Smoke, aka the Smokestack twins. The twins have returned to their hometown of Clarksdale, Mississippi after spending some time in Chicago, presumably doing nefarious things with gangsters. They are a bit of a mystery, and they have a reputation for being bad boys in this town. They also have some romantic entanglements with women played by Hailee Steinfeld and Wunmi Mosaku to deal with over the course of the film. But most importantly, the twins have arrived with a ton of cash and buy up the old sawmill, looking to turn it into a juke joint so the Black folk have some place to unwind every weekend after a long week's toil in the plantations of the Jim Crow South. 

Their cousin, Sammy (Miles Caton, in a debut role that will certainly not be his last), is the son of a preacher, but the twins gave him a guitar before they left town, and he is now an aspiring musician. So, the twins pick up Sammy, against his father's wishes, and recruit him to play the blues in their fine establishment. They also hire a number of other former associates to help with music, food, liquor, and security. It's a lot of work, but everything in this movie takes place over the course of one day, which is rather startling when you sit back to consider what happens over the course of those 24 hours.

If you've heard anything at all about this movie, or seen the trailer, you're aware it's technically a horror film and involves vampires. If you're really into that genre (like my husband), this movie will be an absolute dream for you. If you're mid on vampires, perhaps tread with caution? But again, with this cast and Coogler at the helm, even people who don't care for horror will be pleasantly entertained. The vampires are like some additional seasoning on an already delicious meal.

When the end credits rolled, I was a little surprised to see that the composer, Ludwig Goransson, was listed as an Executive Producer. But then I realized it made complete sense. Visually, this movie is the complete package, with impeccable production design by Hannah Bleacher, sumptuous costumes by the incomparable Ruth E. Carter (I wanted every dress I saw in this film, particularly an astonishingly slinky one worn by Hailee Steinfeld), and gorgeous cinematography by Autumn Durald Arkapow. But the most unsettling and unique aspect of this film is its score, a weird and often discordant jumble of genres that leads up to this film's supernatural reveal. It would be spoiling too much to discuss further but just pay attention to that score when you go see this movie.

Sinners is a bold, weird, innovative, original movie amidst a sea of adaptations and sequels. "Weird" really is the word that kept coming to me when trying to describe it, and I can't say that this was my absolute favorite movie of the year. But did I have a whale of a time watching two Michael B. Jordans running around attacking vampires? Of course, I did.

March Movies Part 1: Mickey 17 & The Monkey

Headed to the theater? Well, I've already been and here are some thoughts on what's out right now.

Mickey 17: Written and directed by Bong Joon Ho, this is the story of what happens when an Expendable named Mickey becomes a Multiple. OK, hold on, I'll have to explain some more, won't I? This movie is set in the future where various groups of humans are striving to colonize other planets. Mickey (Robert Pattinson) is a man who is fleeing all his debt collectors on Earth, so he agrees to sign up for a mission to the planet Niflheim as an Expendable. Humans have developed the technology to print out clones that can contain the memories of the original, so as an Expendable, Mickey is basically a human lab rat who tests out various hostile environments or substances to see how a human would die, and then he gets re-printed out the next day as a new version of himself who still remembers everything that happened to him. As you can imagine, there are many dubious ethical and moral implications to this, and all of that comes to a head when his overlords accidentally print out the 18th version of him, assuming that Mickey 17 died. Only, of course, Mickey 17 is still alive, and now he and Mickey 18 must figure out how they both co-exist as Multiples. 

Everything that I've explained is contained in the 2-minute trailer for this movie, which I watched a dozen times while at the movies last year. In the movie, however, all of that backstory takes up almost the entire first half, which is why I accidentally fell asleep for a lot of it. Oops. So, I'm here to tell you that this movie wasn't quite my cup of tea. It's an intriguing premise, but the execution fell flat for me. Pattinson is doing a good job, but the comic tone of the film was often histrionic and too over-the-top for me. Particularly when we get to Mark Ruffalo and Toni Collete as the villains of the piece who are just being way too zany for my liking. I don't think this movie quite nailed its tone, and while it had a solid philosophical quandary at its center, it resolved that quandary in a way that felt a bit too pat and Hollywood. I'm sure there are a lot of people who might get a lot out of this movie. But I was not one of them.

The Monkey: Written and directed by Osgood Perkins, this movie is a very funny horror movie about a cursed toy monkey and the twin boys who unfortunately become enmeshed in its bloody vendetta. Theo James plays identical twin brothers Hal and Bill (Christian Convery plays them as young boys), who have a rather difficult relationship, with Bill constantly bullying Hal. But then the brothers find a creepy monkey toy in their closet, and every time they turn the key in its back, some random person in the vicinity dies a gruesome death. They try to get rid of the monkey after it kills someone very important to them, but then we flash forward to 25 years later where Hal is now a loner who is too terrified of having close relationships lest the Monkey rear its ugly head. Which it does.

This movie is only 98 minutes long, so while it doesn't have much plot, you'll be perfectly entertained for the entire run time. It's based on a short story by Stephen King, and you can tell there isn't much story there to stretch out, but as we are subject to increasingly zany and bloody deaths, you can't help but chuckle and settle in for the ride. It's very silly, but very entertaining, and sometimes that's all you want for a quick diversion at the movies. 

February Movies Part 1: Queer, Companion, Paddington in Peru, Love Me

Valentine's Day is almost upon us (or the far superior Galentine's Day if you celebrate), so I have been watching a lot of love-themed movies this month. I've got some real variety of genres and content for you in this post, so dive in if you're interested in queer love, family love, futuristic love, or...horrific love.

Queer: Directed by Luca Guadagnino and written by Justin Kuritzkes, based on the novel by William S. Burroughs, this is a story about William Lee (Danial Craig), an American expat living in Mexico City in 1950, who is obsessed with a man named Eugene Allerton (Drew Starkey). We follow Lee's pursuit of this man and their travels to South America in search of what ends up being an ayahuasca trip and a whole lot of vibes. I'll be honest, this is absolutely not my kind of movie. Yes, it's absolutely gorgeous to look at, and every frame has some breathtaking shot and perspective. And damn does Daniel Craig look great in a fedora and linen suit. The acting is all on point here (my husband particularly enjoyed Jason Schwartzman offering up some light comic relief as Lee's friend, Joe). But ultimately, I found myself too perplexed and frustrated by this film. It started off strong but went off the rails. If you're the kind of person who wants to indulge in intense, melancholic, trippy vibes, this is the perfect movie for you. But if you want a bit more plot and structure, give this one a miss.

Companion: As is well established on this blog, I'm a sucker for comic horror. And this movie did not disappoint. Written and directed by Drew Hancock, this is the story of what happens when Iris and Josh (Sophie Thatcher and Jack Quaid) go up to a remote lakehouse with some friends for the weekend. The house is owned by Sergey (Rupert Friend), a cartoonish Russian millionaire who is dating Jack's friend, Kat (Megan Suri). Iris is terribly in love with Josh and is desperate to make a good impression on his friends and behave herself on this trip. But something really bad happens early on in this visit. And we are then treated to a twist that means the rest of this film becomes an absolute raucous delight with an ever-increasing body count. All of the actors are putting in phenomenal work (Sophie Thatcher is particularly a marvel, while Harvey Guillen and Lukas Gage are also present at this cabin as Jack's friends and offer up excellent comic relief), the script is tight and funny and horrific in all the right ways, and it's a beautiful 97-minute movie that entertains you for just the right amount of time without overstaying its welcome. It's perfect alternative Valentine's Day programming.

Paddington in Peru: I mean let's be real, everyone has to love this movie right? Written by Mark Burton, Jon Foster, and James Lamont, and directed by Dougal Wilson, this is the third installment in the Paddington franchise and is just as charming and delightful as the others. In this film, Paddington and the Brown family embark on a trip to Peru after Paddington receives a worrying message about his Aunt Lucy who lives there in a home for retired bears. Once they get there, the Reverend Mother (Olivia Colman playing a nun, what more could any of us ever want?) who runs the home informs them that Aunt Lucy is missing. Which means that the family must now embark on a harrowing journey through the Amazonian jungle, accompanied by a riverboat captain played by none other than Antonio Banderas. Be prepared for lots of puns, silliness, and Britishness. The production design and animation is remarkable, and there's a powerful story about identity and found family to tie everything up nicely with a lovely bow. You won't be bored for a second and will leave the theater feeling all warm and cozy. And really craving a marmalade sandwich. 

Love Me: Written and directed by Sam and Andy Zuchero, this film is about the love story between a satellite and a buoy. Yes, I too thought that was a typo when I first read a summary of this movie, but that is in fact what this movie is about. Set in a post-apocalyptic Earth where no humans are left on the planet, we get a tale about what happens when a smart weather buoy that is bobbing on the oceans connects with a satellite that is orbiting the planet and contains a full record of all human existence. They start to communicate and then build a virtual world where they exist as human avatars, played by none other than Kristen Stewart and Steven Yuen. That casting alone should convey that this movie is charming AF. It's deliriously inventive and definitely a movie for those who are chronically online. And with a 92-minute runtime, it's this perfectly portioned piece of sci-fi, fantasy, mind-bending entertainment that can thrill your brain and leave you thinking about it for the rest of the day when you leave the theater. Now that's the kind of love story we should all be seeking out.

December Movies: Emilia Perez, A Complete Unknown, The Piano Lesson, Nosferatu, Babygirl

New movies have been pouring into the theaters, and onto Netflix, so I’ve been desperately catching up, since many of them are also slated to get some love during awards season. As the year winds down, dive into these films as a last hurrah to 2024!

Emilia Perez: Written and directed by Jacques Audiard, based on his own opera libretto that was loosely based on the novel Ecoute by Boris Razon, this is a very bizarre but compelling movie about a trans Mexican cartel leader named Juan "Manitas" Del Monte (played by Karla Sofia Gascon), who needs to ensure her wife (played by Selena Gomez) and children are taken care of after she receives gender-affirming surgery and starts a new life. She hires/kidnaps Rita Mora Castro (Zoe Saldana), a lawyer who is brilliant but has never gotten the chance to exercise her brilliance in court. Rita is initially skeptical but then agrees to take on the work of helping Manitas find the right doctor and set all the wheels into motion so that she can live as her authentic self while ensuring her family is safe. Post-transition, Manitas is now Emilia, and while she thought she could just be happy on her own as a woman, she realizes she needs something more and asks Rita to help her once again. Oh also, this entire movie is a musical, with characters constantly breaking into song, in various languages. Tonally, it’s a wild ride, but the three main actresses are delivering outstanding performances, and the plot is so twisty and engaging that I was riveted throughout. It’s a movie that’s well worth streaming because it’s going to be unlike anything you’ve seen before. It’s weird, but it’s quite good, and isn’t that what we all aspire to be?

A Complete Unknown: Directed by James Mangold, off a script he wrote with Jay Cocks, based on the book Dylan Goes Electric! by Elijah Wald, this is a perfectly serviceable biopic that follows Bob Dylan (Timothee Chalamet) from the time he arrived in New York City in 1961 to the infamous Newport Folk Festival in 1965, when he shocked the world by playing with electric instruments. Along the way, we see the evolution of his relationship with his mentor Pete Seeger (played with a Mr. Rogers-esque kindness by Edward Norton), his romance with steadfast girlfriend Sylvie Russo (Elle Fanning, playing Dylan's actual girlfriend Suze Rotolo, but Dylan requested the film not use her real name) and the tempestuous musical/romantic relationship with Joan Baez (Monica Barbaro, singing her beautiful heart out). It’s all very typical for a biopic, a genius man and his music, who has no time to be treating the women in his life well when he has all these songs to write. Blah blah. Chalamet’s performance is the truly extraordinary piece of this film, as he sings and plays guitar and harmonica, and does the world’s best Dylan impression. Give him the Oscar already. The film is 50% music, and not just Dylan’s, but a lot of Baez’s work too, which Monica Barbaro brilliantly performs and deserves her own Supporting Actor Oscar for. This movie is definitely worth it for the music and performances, but don’t go into it expecting any great revelations beyond the standard biopic fare.

The Piano Lesson: Directed by Malcolm Washington, who wrote the screenplay with Virgil Williams, adapting it from August Wilson’s play, this is the story of a piano that is sitting in the living room of a woman named Berniece (Danielle Deadwyler), and what happens when her brother, Boy Willie (John David Washington) travels up to her house to get this piano with the aim of selling it so he can buy the Mississippi farmland where their ancestors were previously enslaved. This piano has a lot of history, some of which is literally carved into its woodwork, and as the movie progresses, we slowly get the story of what this piano has been through, and also, what the members of this family have been through. Set in 1936, this is a classic tale of the African American experience on either side of the Mason-Dixon Line, and the poverty, racism, and fear, that keep impacting future generations of Black folk as they try to go about their lives. It’s also a ghost story, so be prepared for some fantastical elements you may not have necessarily expected. While Deadwyler delivers a great performance, I found it hard to really get into this film - given its play origins, it was ultimately too talky and not very cinematically compelling. I have yet to see John David Washington convince me that he’s a leading man, so again, I’d say this is a competent film, that continues Denzel Washington’s valiant plan to bring all of August Wilson’s Pittsburgh Cycle plays to the screen for a wider audience. But this particular story did not grip me as much as Fences or Ma Rainey's Black Bottom, so maybe you're better off re-watching those films.

Nosferatu: Directed by Robert Eggers, who wrote the screenplay with inspiration from the 1922 silent film of the same name and Bram Stoker's Dracula, this is your standard vampire movie about a maniacal vampire who desires a woman (in this case, Ellen, played by Lily-Rose Depp), and must therefore wreak absolute havoc on a bunch of people is his diabolical quest to get laid. Can you tell I was not the target demographic? As always, Eggers is brilliant with his artistic vision, with breathtaking production design from Craig Lathrop, costumes by Linda Muir, and cinematography from Jarin Blaschke. And I legitimately had no idea Bill Skarsgard was the one playing Nosferatu, he is so creepy and vile throughout. Nicholas Hoult is great as Thomas, Ellen’s husband who is lured to do the vampire's bidding and then must fight him to try and save his wife. But ugh, I simply did not care. It all felt like a very elaborate plot that amounted to the same old, patriarchal nonsense where a woman must suffer so the rest of us can live, and everyone is being punished for being lusty, and yada yada yada. It’s all very well done, and if you love horror movies and vampires please run to the theater. But if you suspect this is not the kind of genre film that is your jam, then I am here to tell you, you are right, there is nothing novel here that will make it your jam.

Babygirl: Written and directed by Halina Reijn, this is a deeply weird but oddly compelling film, thanks to the central performance by Nicole Kidman. She plays Romy Mathis, a brilliant and successful CEO, who is married to a dashing theater director named Jacob (Antonio Banderas) and has two nice children. Her life is all perfect on the outside, but of course, all is not well on the inside. Because in 19 years of marriage, Romy has never had an orgasm with her husband and instead has to rely on porn to get off when he’s asleep. Well now, her company has hired a young intern named Samuel (Harris Dickinson), and Romy is irresistibly pulled into an erotic liaison with him, exploring the submissive power dynamic she has never been able to share with her husband. The theater I was in was filled with people who kept laughing at the sex scenes and outlandish bits of dialogue, so I suppose you could treat this as a comedy. But really, it’s just an erotic thriller, and Kidman delivers a knockout performance. The way she portrays Romy's vulnerability and constant need to hide herself and deny her urges is wondrous, and it’s equally wondrous to see her suffering behind the icy facade she has to put on for her family and colleagues outside of the bedroom. Harris Dickinson also continues to be eminently watchable on screen, being thoroughly creepy and hot and indecipherable all at once. And special shout-out to the score by Cristobal Tapia de Veer, which was truly one of the most engaging parts of the film. This movie is well worth a watch, even if it's hard to find it compelling these days to watch another rich white woman having a breakdown. In this case though, the breakdown is masterfully portrayed.

November Movies Part 3: A Different Man & The Substance

Do you need more body horror in your life? Well, I am here to deliver. I watched two similar yet strikingly different movies this week, both of which deal with people who are dissatisfied with their bodies and then have to face the consequences when they get the new body they thought they wanted, only to realize that maybe this wasn't really what they wanted after all. One of these movies is written by and about a man, while the other is written by and about a woman, and no points for guessing which one I think is better. Be warned: the two reviews that follow will be quite spoilerific, so if you want to watch the movies first and then get back to this post to tell me why you agree or disagree with all my thoughts, go right ahead!

A Different Man: Written and directed by Aaron Schimberg, this film stars Sebastian Stan as Edward, a man whose face is disfigured by a mass of tumors due to a genetic illness called neurofibromatosis. He still pursues his dream of being an actor, but is mostly just cast in HR workplace videos about how to treat hideous-looking coworkers. A playwright named Ingrid (Renate Reinsve) moves into the apartment across from him, and she tries to connect with him, but he can't act on his romantic feelings, ashamed of how he looks. However, when his doctor tells him about a new experimental treatment, he signs on, and as you can imagine, the treatment turns out to be a cure. Over time, his skin starts peeling away, the tumors fall off, and all of a sudden, he's just a handsome man.

At this point, we jump a few years into the future. Edward has changed his name to Guy and become an enormously successful realtor (a winking nod to how being a realtor seems to be more about curating your own image than selling houses). But he then reconnects with Ingrid who no longer recognizes him. Turns out she is putting on an off-Broadway play that is all about a disfigured man named Edward. "Guy" auditions for the part and get its, then starts sleeping with Ingrid (natch), and it seems like maybe he got the life he wanted all along. But then a British actor named Oswald (Adam Pearson) shows up, who also has neurofibromatosis, and a similarly disfigured face like Guy/Edward used to have. [Sidenote: the actor Adam Pearson really does have this condition, so this film is essentially built around him.] Initially, Ingrid takes him on as an advisor for the play, but over time he ends up supplanting Guy as the lead, and also ends up in a relationship with Ingrid. And our hero is left a miserable wretch, who realizes that he never needed to get handsome to land the girl, he just needed to be a nice guy. Some violence and drama ensues, but that was ultimately my final takeaway.

This movie is extremely low-budget and just felt like a weird little film about how men can get women just by having a good personality, and that you shouldn't let personal appearance drive your insecurities. It doesn't feel like it has much else to say about Edward or his life, and in classic male fashion, it really all comes down to whether or not the man can get laid as a determinant of personal success. The fact that Adam Pearson does truly have neurofibromatosis certainly makes this a much more meaningful film, but I found the plot to be kind of trite and boring. This film is offbeat and odd, and once I watched The Substance, I realized, oh, this story could be told in such a better way.

The Substance: Written and directed by Coralie Fargeat, this film stars Demi Moore as Elizabeth Sparkle, a once-famous Oscar-winning actress, who is now 50 and past her prime as far as Hollywood is concerned. She has been relegated to hosting an aerobics TV show, but the evil producer (played with cartoonish misogynistic glee by Dennis Quaid), is ready for a hot new thing and doesn't want to see Elizabeth's haggard body on TV anymore. To be clear, if you watch the first ten minutes of this movie and think that Demi Moore's body is anything less than smoking hot, you must be blind. But a 50-year-old woman is anathema to Hollywood, so that brings us to our current predicament.

Elizabeth is devastated that she is being sidelined so brutally. Then, she mysteriously is introduced to something called "The Substance," that promises she could spend a week in a younger, hotter body, as long as she keeps interchanging with her regular body for a week after. She heads into a shady warehouse, picks up a box of supplies from a mailbox, and heads home to inject herself with the substance. Which leads to a young, hot clone bursting out of her back. This clone names herself Sue, and is played by Margaret Qualley, who is quite ideal casting for a younger Demi Moore.

There is very little dialogue in this movie. Instead, it's an extremely physical and bonkers romp set to an intense techno score by Raffertie with hyper-colorful and lush cinematography by Benjamin Kracun that makes this whole story feel visceral and oh-so enjoyable. Over time, Sue, enjoying all the power and privilege her hot new body gives her, tries to push the boundaries of The Substance, seeing if she can remain as Sue for an extra hour, then an extra day, and then maybe...forever? Obviously, it doesn't work that way, and during the weeks when Elizabeth takes charge of her body, she discovers that Sue's selfishness is resulting in her aged body becoming even more decrepit. Eventually, things come to a head, and the final sequence of this film will treat you to an absolutely ridiculous monster that deserves an Oscar nomination for Best Makeup and Hairstyling.

It's clear that The Substance is working with a much higher budget that allows it to turn this premise into a thoroughly surreal extravaganza. A Different Man is operating on a lower tier and a much less ambitious scope. But ultimately, do I want to see a man moping around about his appearance all because of his need to get a hot woman to like him? Or do I want to see Demi Moore and Margaret Qualley get taken down by the patriarchy because they work in an industry where appearances are all that matter? It did strike me that in A Different Man, the idea is that men don't need to be hot to get ahead in the world, while in The Substance, it is very clear that all that matters is that women must be attractive. Ultimately, The Substance is a much more fun and audacious movie, but I welcome your thoughts on what you got out of watching these films and who does a better job of getting their point across. 

November Movies Part 2: Here & Heretic

This week I watched two rather lackluster movies that both had good pedigrees but fell a bit flat on execution. If you're curious about these films, read on about these films, or go watch them first and then come discuss them with me in the comments!

Here: Directed by Robert Zemeckis, who co-wrote the screenplay with Eric Roth, based on Richard McGuire's graphic novel of the same name, this is a story that is mostly set in the living room of an American house. We travel back and forth in time focusing on this one square patch of land, so there is one sequence when we are literally seeing dinosaurs roam across it, then others where we see some Native Americans exploring the area. But the majority of this film is about the families who occupy the house that was eventually built on this land at the turn of the 20th century.

The meat of the story focuses on the Young family, consisting of a World War II veteran, Al (Paul Bettany), his wife, Rose (Kelly Reilly), and their children, one of whom grows up and marries a woman and continues to live in the family home. That couple is played in young (and old) adulthood by Tom Hanks and Robin Wright, and offers up a story about what happens when you get married too young and have to sacrifice your ambitions for a life of painful domesticity. And also reveals how de-aging software continues to evolve, as we first see Hanks and Wright as teenagers - let's just say I was not convinced.

This movie feels like it's made for our TikTok age, when no one can focus on a story for more than a few minutes at a time. Instead, we get fragments of story, told in short bursts, drunkenly weaving across time periods, covering some major historical events and milestones, some emotional milestones, but largely feeling like a gimmicky exercise in storytelling that doesn't have much of a story to tell. There's nothing particularly new and compelling that this movie can convey about its characters; it's just trying to tell their stories in a novel way that feels a bit forced and clunky. I won't lie, I definitely kept my eyes on the screen the whole time since I never knew where things were going next. But at the end of the film, did I feel like I had watched something worth leaving my own living room for? Nope.

Heretic: Written and directed by Scott Beck and Bryan Woods, this is a story about what happens when two Mormon missionaries, Sister Barnes (Sophie Thatcher) and Sister Paxton (Chloe East), end up at the house of a seemingly charming British man named Mr. Reed (played by the always deceptively charming Hugh Grant), who then proceeds to terrorize them as he has his own ideas about religion. 

Obviously, I watched this movie because of Hugh Grant - I am 100% here for his villain era and was dying to see what he was going to do in this weird little horror film. His performance is thoroughly delightful, charming the women into his home and then quickly turning that twinkle in his eye into a manic glint. The two women also deliver excellent performances, East offering up a brilliant turn as a naive and sheltered missionary who is desperate to make a new convert and is hysterically polite even as it becomes clear that Reed is an absolute lunatic, while Thatcher is wonderful as the more suspicious woman who knows she shouldn't trust this man but now has to figure out how they can fight him. Interestingly, both East and Thatcher were raised as Mormons, though they aren't currently practicing. Unfortunately, there's only so much actors can do if there isn't much more to the story.

Ultimately, this script did not do it for me. There were some great monologues for Grant to chew on, but at the end of the day, this movie has nothing novel to say about religion and seems to struggle to find any point of view. It's basically a horror movie that's flailing for a premise and doesn't land on anything too exciting. Even as a horror film, I didn't find myself particularly enthralled - sure, there are plenty of quiet steps into dark places and you're waiting for something to go "Boo!" and scare the crap out of you. But that's about it - this movie is one long series of horror movie tropes and nothing beyond that. Like me, if you want to be a Hugh Grant completist, go ahead, but otherwise, I wouldn't expect this movie to blow your mind. 

Fall Binges Part 2: Rivals, English Teacher, Kaos, Agatha All Along

There has been an explosion of TV over the past month as I try to juggle new series with returning ones. Here are some reviews of the new shows that have kept me occupied and might suck you in too!

Rivals: I binged this show in one giant gulp and it's the best thing I've watched in ages. Based on the 1988 novel by Jilly Cooper, it is a raucous and over-the-top British delight. Insanely raunchy (there's nudity from the very first scene, so be forewarned), and hysterically devious, this is the story of what happens when Lord Tony Baddingham (played by David Tennant, who relishes in putting the "Bad" in Baddingham), the owner of a TV studio in the idyllic English countryside, hires Declan O'Hara (Aidan Turner, who I last drooled over in Poldark), a feisty journalist, to host his own chat show on his network. Declan moves down with his family, which includes his bored wife, Maud (Victoria Smurfit), and two daughters, the oldest of whom, Taggie (Bella Maclean), catches the eye of the local bad boy aristocrat, Lord Rupert Campbell-Black (Alex Hassell). Rupert is cartoonishly horny, and has quite the reputation, but as the series progresses, there's the sense that perhaps this rake can be reformed. But maybe not, because man, he shags a lot of women over the course of eight episodes.

Every single character on this show is having an illicit affair or lusting after someone, and the soundtrack is filled with some great 80s pop tunes, with some heavy breathing thrown in. There are a LOT of characters, who all have their own agendas, but everything weaves together seamlessly and entertainingly and there is just oodles of plot to keep you occupied in between sex scenes. The whole thing also ends on an enormous cliffhanger, so I will be first in line to binge all of Series 2 as soon as it's available. Until then, treat yourself to Series 1, and then maybe, watch it all over again. 

English Teacher: Created by Brian Jordan Alvarez who also stars, this show is like the anti-Abbott Elementary. Alvarez plays Evan, a gay English teacher in Austin who is disenchanted by the profession but still going through the motions and trying to get his life together. His love life is a mess, and he constantly seems to be choosing the wrong men to sleep with or find attractive. In the meantime, his fellow colleagues have their own little dramas, including his best friend, Gwen (Stephanie Koenig), and their hapless principal Grant (Enrico Colantoni). Over the course of eight episodes, we get to follow the adventures of this motley crew as they try to navigate the modern world of teaching and grow up themselves while they're trying to help their students grow up too. I wouldn't say this show is "heartwarming," but it's definitely silly and fun, and it's worth a binge when you need a good laugh on a lazy afternoon.

Kaos: If you're a fan of Greek mythology (and who isn't?!) then this is the show for you. Created by Charlie Covell, this is a sprawling series that is set in a modern-day version of Mount Olympus, where the gods still hold sway over humans but also have their own petty squabbles. Meanwhile, there's an ominous prophecy that binds several mortals together, and if they achieve their destiny, they might topple Zeus, which naturally makes him very antsy. It's all very cryptic, and there are many threads to unravel, but as the eight episodes progress, you'll start to see how all the disparate pieces come together despite Zeus's best efforts to thwart all anarchy. The production design is excellent, the actors are superb, the cinematography is splendid, but Netflix decided to cancel the show, so all we have is this one glorious season. It's still worth a viewing, because the season does feel like we get a bit of a resolution, even though there certainly would have been plenty of story to cover in future seasons. But if you simply want to indulge in one tight season of inventive and audacious Greek lore, start watching this show. You won't be disappointed.

Agatha All Along: Do you remember everything that happened in WandaVision? Yeah, me neither. Anyway, at the end of that show, it turned out a witch named Agatha Harkness (the glorious Kathryn Hahn) was the big bad who wanted to steal the Scarlet Witch's powers. So now, in this show created by Jac Schaeffer, we follow what happened to Agatha after the events of WandaVision. The supporting cast features all-stars like Aubrey Plaza, Patti LuPone, Ali Ahn, Sasheer Zamata, and Debra Jo Rupp, as fellow witches who accompany Agatha on a quest to follow the Witches' Road, a Wizard of Oz-style endeavor that is meant to help each of these women regain something that they have lost. But they are also accompanied by a mysterious teen (played by Joe Locke), who seems fascinated by magic and this quest, but can't explain to anyone what he's doing there. 

Unravelling the teen's identity and Agatha's ultimate endgame is the point of this show, and it is appropriately eerie and spooky, with quite a few jump scares thrown in to make it perfect for Halloween. However, as is typical of much of the Marvel Televisual Universe, it was so stuffed with lore and jimjams that I found myself wildly confused most of the time and decided to just watch for vibes rather than any understanding of the plot. The first episode has a great conceit, and then Episode 7 is a standout that has some great narrative devices that truly kept my eyeballs glued to the screen. But can I tell you what happened on the rest of this show and whether it all got satisfyingly resolved? No, I cannot.

September Movies Part 1: Blink Twice & Beetlejuice Beetlejuice

I got back from my honeymoon and immediately headed to the movie theaters to see what September had to offer. So far, I have been pleasantly surprised!

Blink Twice: The directorial debut of Zoe Kravitz (who also co-wrote the screenplay with E.T. Feigenbaum), this movie really threw me for a loop. I spent the first hour thinking it was entirely too vibey and going nowhere, and then all of a sudden, things took a thrilling (but somehow also hilarious) turn that had me on the edge of my seat with a big smile on my face.

Naomi Ackie and Alia Shawkat star as Frida and Jess, two women who are waitresses at an event for Slater King (Channing Tatum), a tech billionaire. Halfway through the party, they change into fancy dresses and infiltrate the party as guests, where they quickly get thrown into King's friend group. They all have a great night, at the end of which, King invites Frida and Jess to fly back with him and his friends to his private island. This is the stuff that dreams are made of, right? Well, yes, but also...nightmares.

For the first half of the film, everything is a bit of an ethereal drunken and drugged up bacchanal on the island and everyone seems to be having a great time. But then, Jess starts to feel like something is a little bit off. And that's when the fun/horror begins. This movie proceeds to be an amazing feminist romp and takedown of the patriarchy, and there's a particular line that Frida delivers to a character played by Geena Davis (yes, she's on the island too!) that feels like it is a commentary on how women of color feel all the time when a white woman chooses to ignore their plight in favor of a rich white man instead. This is an extremely weird but self-assured little movie, and I thoroughly enjoyed the ride.

Beetlejuice Beetlejuice: I had no memory of the original 1988 film, so I first watched it in the morning before I saw this sequel in the afternoon. If it's been a while since you've seen the original, I highly recommend you do the same, because I do not think anything in the sequel would have made much sense to me if I hadn't prepped beforehand. I'm sure the story can stand alone, but it's a much richer tale when you already know who all these characters are and what happened to them thirty-six years ago.

The sequel is essentially a retread of the original, except this time around, Lydia Deetz (Winona Ryder), is all grown up and now has a teenage daughter of her own, Astrid (Jenna Ortega). Astrid is a typical teenage girl who hates her mom, and now Lydia can empathize with her stepmom, Delia (Catherine O'Hara), for the hard time she always gave her as a teenager. When they have to return to Winter River for a funeral (natch), Astrid gets into trouble, and the only way Lydia can save her is by invoking Beetlejuice's name three times. And thus, much mayhem ensues.

It's silly but perfectly entertaining if you loved the original. Special effects have obviously improved a great deal since 1988, but this film still keeps some of the kitschy special effects from the 80s for peak nostalgia value. And the soundtrack is particularly delightful, including a nod to one of my favorite Bee Gees songs. If that's sufficiently intriguing, head right over to the theater and check out what happens when the juice is loose!

August Movies Part 1: Trap & Didi

I have kicked off August with two very different movies. One is a horror-thriller by an established writer-director who is trying to get his kid into the biz and the other is a moving and funny coming-of-age film by a first-time writer-director who shows immense promise. Which will you choose?!

Trap: Written and directed by M. Night Shyamalan, my first thought on leaving the theater was that this was the ultimate nepo baby film. Josh Hartnett stars as Cooper, a man who is bringing his daughter, Riley (Ariel Donoghue), to a long-anticipated concert by a pop star named Lady Raven, who is played by Saleka Night Shyamalan. Yes, she is Shyamalan’s daughter, and all the songs in this movie were written and performed by her and she proceeds to also have quite a bit of acting to do towards the end. Did her father write this movie just so she could showcase her talents? It certainly feels like it.

Setting the nepotism aside, however, Hartnett does offer up a grand performance. Because the actual premise of this film is that Cooper is a serial killer, and the police have found out he will be at this concert. The whole concert is a sting operation to get this guy, but when he discovers that plan, we get a cat-and-mouse game where he is desperately trying to outwit the police, while ensuring his young daughter is none the wiser about her dear father’s extracurricular activities.

It’s a fun premise, and Hartnett is great at being super creepy while pretending to be extremely ordinary. And Ariel Donoghue is also great as the excited teenage girl who is thrilled to see Lady Raven while being oblivious to her father’s sudden panic. But every other character in this movie feels like a weird caricature of a human, with terribly stilted dialogue and a blank affect. While it’s fun to see how Cooper evades the police, the third act of this film jumps the shark a few too many times and I was ready for it all to be over about a half hour before it mercifully ended. This movie started out strong but ended with a decided whimper. The next time Shyamalan writes a movie, I hope he can focus more on his actors and less on his daughters.

Didi: Written and directed by Sean Wang, who also directed the gorgeous Oscar-nominated short film, Nai Nai & Wai Po, this is a moving film that tells us the story of Chris Wang (Izaac Wang), a middle schooler in 2008, who is about to have a very transformative summer. We follow his adventures on AOL Instant Messenger, where he chats with his friends in lewd brospeak, and then crushes on a girl named Madi, whose MySpace page he studies obsessively in order to get an edge on how to impress her at parties. He also has to navigate testy relationships with his older sister, Vivian (Shirley Chen) who will be off to college soon, his mother, Chungsing (the incandescent Joan Chen), and his paternal grandmother, Nai Nai (the excellent Chang Li Hua, Sean Wang’s real-life Nai Nai from his short film), who lives with them. His father is absent, working in Taiwan to provide for the family, and his mother is quietly struggling to keep this family together, putting aside her own dreams to be an artist so her children can live that first-generation immigrant dream.

There’s plenty of casual Asian racism, but also just the casual cruelty that characterizes being a teenage boy (gear up for some homophobic slurs - in 2008, the teens were not as woke as they are now). Chris befriends a group of skateboarders and tried to reinvent himself as a skate filmer, but while that hobby might end up defining his life, these older friends also expose him to other things that might be slightly more problematic. 

This movie is mostly vibes, but perfectly captures a snapshot in time. For people who were American teens in this era, there will be much to recognize. Unfortunately, as is the case with most movies about the “teen experience,” I couldn’t really relate as my adolescence consisted of doing my homework, reading books, and watching TV so I could avoid my pitiful inability to make any friends at school. However, I did find myself relating a lot more to the mom, an immigrant with thwarted ambitions, who had pictured a very different life for herself upon coming to America and was now slowly crushed down by responsibility. Ah yes, the true immigrant experience. This movie has something searingly emotional to impart to almost any viewer, so head to the theater immediately to wallow in all the feels and re-live all the best and worst parts of being a thirteen-year-old. Or their parent.

Mystery Binges: Presumed Innocent & True Detective: Night Country

Are you ready to sink your teeth into a murder mystery? Then I’ve got two different flavors of murderous mayhem to share with you!

True Detective: Night Country: I was never a big fan of True Detective and was only able to watch 1.5 seasons because it felt a bit too male and self-aggrandizing under the aegis of creator Nic Pizzolatto. Well now, Issa Lopez has taken over as showrunner, and cast Jodie Foster and Kali Reis as Liz Danvers and Evangeline Navarro, two Alaskan cops who must investigate a VERY creepy incident involving some scientists from a local research station who disappear and are then found outside in the snow, frozen to death. Also, all of this is taking place in December as their town of Ennis, Alaska experiences its last sunset and plunges into endless polar night for a few weeks. Eek.

Our diligent duo have to deal with a whole mess of wild characters, as well as navigate their own fractious relationship and past secrets. This incident seems related to an old unresolved murder investigation of a local Inupiaq woman named Annie Kowtok, but as they delve deeper into the case, they keep throwing up more questions than answers. And also, there are a lot of spirits and supernatural jump scares that will ensure you always get freaked out at least once per episode.

Only six episodes long, this series is dark, scary, and riveting. I was worried that the mystery would not have a proper resolution, but the final episode wrapped everything up beautifully. Yes, the hour-long episodes can feel a little slow and bloated at times, but then something super scary will happen and you will jump from your seat and wish you could go back to just calmly staring at a snowdrift for some time. Foster and Reis are incredible, and the show does a good job of slowly doling out backstory until it all comes to a head in the finale. It’s an atmospheric thriller packed with literal and figurative chills and while I could only manage to watch an episode a day, so I didn’t get too scared, it was worth the sacrifice.

Presumed Innocent: All eight episodes are now available for one big binge, but I personally enjoyed watching this show from week-to-week. Based on the novel by Scott Turow (I never saw the 1990 movie adaptation starring Harrison Ford), the series was adapted for TV by David E. Kelley, the master of the legal drama. Jake Gyllenhaal stars as Rusty Sabich, a Chicago prosecutor who must stand trial when his colleague (who he was secretly having an affair with) is found murdered and he is the key suspect. What follows is an intense drama both inside and outside the courtroom that ultimately culminates in a rather pleasing finale where all is finally revealed.

I love a courtroom drama, so the second half of this show, that takes place almost entirely during the trial, was very enjoyable for me. It’s also fun to see Peter Sarsgaard play Tommy Molto, the prosecuting attorney who hates Rusty’s guts. Sarsgaard and Gyllenhaal are brothers-in-law in real life, so I like to imagine they had a lot of fun playing these warring characters who can’t stand each other. Ruth Negga is also phenomenal as Rusty’s wife Barbara, a quiet, long-suffering woman who thought his affair was over and now must deal with his betrayal while still supporting him in public for the sake of their children.

The finale doesn’t disappoint, and you will get a satisfying answer to the mystery, though I was more engaged in all the preceding legal battles and grandstanding before the judge and jury. I will admit to being a little distracted by the purported American accents deployed by O-T Fagbenle and Renate Reinsve in the supporting cast who in real-life are English and Norwegian respectively, but you know what, you can’t have everything. Overall, this is a great, well-acted, tense show that has a lot of cliffhangers that will leave you clamoring for more. 

July Movies Part 2: Kinds of Kindness, Twisters, Deadpool & Wolverine

It must be summer because I watched a movie about chasing tornadoes, a Marvel movie with two superheroes, and...a weird little Oscar contender from Yorgos Lanthimos. Let's get into it!

Kinds of Kindness: I think that I like director Yorgos Lanthimos's movies when he doesn't write the screenplay himself. But he definitely wrote this movie, and I don't know what to make of any of it. This film is an anthology of three different stories that star the same cast of actors, and each tale is weirder and gorier than the last. You've got Emma Stone, Margaret Qualley, Jesse Plemons, Willem Defoe, Hong Chau, Mamoudou Athie, and Joe Alwyn, rotating through a series of increasingly weird and outlandish characters, and if you came here looking for answers, I'm afraid I have none to give you.

There's a lot of body horror in all three stories, and a lot of heightened comedy that plunges into abject tragedy. You have a lot of characters who think they have their lives all figured out only to face crippling doubts and then face heinous consequences as they try to forge a new path for themselves. Everyone's flying too close to the sun, and everyone comes crashing down to earth, and at the end of the day, you'll walk out of the theater going, "Well, that was certainly an experience!" Your mileage may vary, but if you're looking for an absolutely bonkers night at the movies, this movie should be your top pick.

Twisters: If you're looking for an absolutely predictable and entertaining night at the movies, then this is the movie you go for. Written by Mark L. Smith and directed by Lee Isaac Chung, this film follows two teams of tornado chasers in Oklahoma who have different agendas but will ultimately have to team up if they want to save some desperate townsfolk from the ravages of climate change. There's riveting action, there's great visual effects, and there's Glen Powell walking through the rain in a white T-shirt. Check, check, and CHECK.

Daisy Edgar-Jones, Anthony Ramos, and Glen Powell play Kate, Javi, and Tyler, three separate storm chasers who are all operating under slightly different motivations. Kate and Javi go way back, and Kate has agreed to help him out for a week for a special project that she thinks could help people and Javi thinks will help him make money. Tyler is a YouTube star known as the "Tornado Wrangler," who likes to make theatrical videos of his storm chases, so obviously Kate thinks he's a moron. But if you've ever watched a movie or read a book before, you can imagine that their relationship is gonna take some...twists (sorry, I couldn't resist). This movie is a great popcorn flick, and it presumably has important things to say about the climate and taking care of our planet, but I don't live in tornado country, so I didn't really pay attention to that. I was more mesmerized by the white T-shirt in the rain.

Deadpool & Wolverine: Well, it's another Marvel movie. Directed by Shawn Levy, this film teams up the irreverent Deadpool (Ryan Reynolds) with the grumpy Wolverine (Hugh Jackson), who are up against an evil stooge from the Time Variance Authority (you may remember the TVA if you watched Loki, but otherwise...just go with it), played by Matthew Macfadyen, who is certainly delighting in being a Marvel villain. If one British villain wasn't enough, we also get Emma Corrin as a secondary baddie, and there is lots of action and adventure and R-rated hijinks.

At this point, I definitely have Marvel fatigue, so I'm not going to pretend this movie was a rollicking delight. It has an absolutely banging soundtrack, and it featured some incredible cameos that truly perked me up, including a shoutout to Wrexham that was very cheering. But I could not keep up any level of enthusiasm for the 2-hour runtime of this movie. The whole snarky Deadpool shtick was novel the first time but has worn out its welcome at this point. It's less funny than just very silly, and while it was clear to me that this movie is probably going to be an absolute riot and joy to the die-hard comic book fans, if you're a casual Marvel movie fan like me, you're probably not going to care that much. The music and cameos were my personal highlight, but that seems like a bit of a waste for a movie that was supposed to make me excited about Deadpool and Wolverine instead.

July Movies Part 1: Fly Me to the Moon & A Quiet Place: Day One

Yes, my varied cinematic interests know no bounds. Today, I bring you two excellent movies, one a sci-fi horror, and the other a 60's romcom. Both feature charismatic actors giving dazzling performances, but if you're more into animals, both also feature prominent performances of the feline variety. Intrigued? I should hope so.

A Quiet Place: Day One: I have greatly enjoyed the Quiet Place franchise, movies about what happens to Earth after it has been taken over by an alien race with a superior sense of hearing. The aliens instantly kill any humans that make a sound, but otherwise cannot see them, so the first two movies followed the fortunes of a family with a Deaf daughter who could converse in sign language and were more prepared than most to handle this particular catastrophe. Well now Lupita Nyong'o stars in this prequel that takes us back to the very first day the aliens landed and the carnage they unleashed on the unsuspecting populace. More particularly, we see what they did to the island of Manhattan, which, as you can imagine, I ate up with a big ol' spoon.

Written and directed by Michael Sarnoski (John Krasinski does get a story credit), this movie does a wonderful job of imagining how the attack took place and how quickly humans realized the need for silence. It is an ingenious look at human adaptability and resilience (turns out thunderstorms and fountains make for excellent auditory camouflage), but also their innate decency and desire to help others. Yes, there's a lot of killing and jump scares, but this movie is also imbued with so much optimism and faith in the human race that it served as quite a balm to my jaded soul. Unsurprisingly, Nyong'o delivers a mesmerizing performance as a terminally ill woman with a service cat, who just wants a slice of pizza before the aliens destroy everything. She is ably assisted by Eric (Joseph Quinn), a British man who is in New York for law school and is absolutely friendless and alone as this apocalypse unfolds. 

This is a sad but somehow still weirdly hopeful movie and I was never bored for a se
cond. And there are some moving moments towards the end that genuinely made me shed a tear. The aliens get a lot more screentime than they did in the previous films, but they are deployed to good effect. The action sequences are tense and innovative, and as always, I greatly enjoyed how quiet the theater got as the entire audience felt afraid to breathe lest we disturb an alien around the corner. I love, love, love how these movies play with sound and silence, and this was a worthy prequel to show us how all of that began.

Fly Me to the Moon: If horror's not your thing, then surely a charming romantic comedy is precisely what you seek? Set in the 1960s, Scarlett Johansson stars as Kelly Jones, a brilliant advertising saleswoman, who is hired by the Nixon administration to improve NASA's public image and ensure they get enough public and congressional support to continue the Space Race and put a man on the moon. Channing Tatum plays Cole Davis, the NASA launch director, who is devoted to the Apollo program and is not too happy about this marketing woman with an elastic definition of the truth trying to sell his work to America. The two butt heads over Kelly's marketing tactics, but they are also two extremely attractive people who are definitely attracted to each other, so get ready for some real enemies-to-lovers intrigue.

The first half of the movie is all about the marketing shenanigans and motivations of our main characters. There's also a black cat that keeps running around the NASA buildings, which greatly worries the superstitious Cole. Then, Kelly gets told to prepare a Plan B, a fake moon landing set that can be broadcast if the actual moon landing fails. So, in the second half, we get to see how all of that pans out, with plenty of jokes that are sure to delight (or maybe anger?) conspiracy theorists. All along, costume designer Mary Zophres is doing phenomenal work, especially with Johansson's absolutely delicious dresses, while production designer Shane Valentino is knocking it out of the park with having to capture a 1960's aesthetic as well as bring the entire Space Program to life.

This movie is funny, moving, and honestly compelling if you're a space nerd who can't get enough about the Apollo missions. It captures the global collective awe at one of man's greatest achievements, but also manages to be super swoony and romantic. There are so many genres at play here, but director Greg Berlanti corrals everything together seamlessly, thanks to Rose Gilroy's script. Sure, it feels like there are some superfluous characters and some plot points that could be judiciously pruned, but I was too swept away by it all to notice. What can I say? I'm a real sucker for a romcom.

April Movies Part 5: Abigail, The Ministry of Ungentlemanly Warfare, Challengers

April is finally at a close and I somehow managed to watch three more movies in the theater. Whether you're jonesing for horror, action, or sexy tennis, I've got every possible genre covered for you in this post!

Abigail: I only like funny horror and my fiance only likes vampires, so this movie was the perfect intersection of our horror movie preferences. If you've seen the trailer, you already know what to expect. A group of criminals have been recruited for one lucrative mission - kidnap a little girl and hold her in a mansion for 24 hours until her father pays a princely ransom. Each kidnapper gets a generous cut of the ransom, and the girl is returned to her father. What could go wrong?

Well, turns out the little girl is actually a deadly vampire. So...mayhem ensues. This movie is thoroughly entertaining, gory but funny, and with great performances delivered by every single actor, especially Alisha Weir as the murderous but adorable ballerina vampire. Directed by Matt Bettinelli-Olpin and Tyler Gillett and written by Stephen Shields and Guy Busick, who were inspired by the 1936 film Dracula's Daughter, this is a splendidly silly film that does not seem to follow much coherent logic in terms of what vampires can and cannot do, but don't let that bog you down. Just settle in for some laughs, jump scares, and buckets of blood. 

The Ministry of Ungentlemanly Warfare: Directed by Guy Ritchie, who also co-wrote the screenplay with Paul Tamasy, Eric Johnson, and Arash Amel, this is a heavily fictionalized account of a true story. Set in 1941, at the height of World War II, Winston Churchill needs some way to get rid of the German U-boats that keep sinking supply ships that are carrying aid to the struggling UK. He recruits a ragtag bunch of commandos to conduct a special raid on a Spanish island where a boat containing all the supplies needed to keep the U-boats running is docked. What follows is a very complicated but exciting mission where our stalwart heroes must outsmart the Nazis.

This is a Guy Ritchie movie, so you should know exactly what you're going to get. There's lots of action, lots of broad comedy, and lots of lovable rogues. The cast includes folks like Henry Cavill, Alex Pettyfer, Cary Elwes, and Henry Golding, and they are all having a whale of a time. Could this film be edited more judiciously? Of course. Is there a ton of exposition and some unnecessary twists and turns just so we can have a bit more shooting and punching? Naturally. But at the end of the day, do you want a film where you just sit back and watch a bunch of hot British men fight Nazis and look effortlessly cool while doing so? You bet!

Challengers: I walked into the theater with my arms crossed, all set to hate this movie. Based on the trailers, I thought this was going to be "Hot Threesome: The Movie" and prove to be an insufferable treatise on ethical non-monogamy or some such nonsense. However, written by Justin Kuritzkes and directed by Luga Guadagnino, I was instead treated to a remarkable character study of three very twisted people who are suffering from crippling work-life balance issues. And when the work in question is professional tennis, you get a compelling and thrilling film that is kinetic and exciting and manages to be both sexy and funny.

The screenplay is written brilliantly with a flashback structure that means we keep getting the back story of our three main characters in tantalizing bursts. We always get just enough information to advance the plot further by one more step, but it's only until we get to the very end that we finally have the culmination of everything these people have been to each other and the current state of their entanglements. In my screening, there were two men who clearly thought they were coming to this movie to watch Zendaya take her clothes off, and instead, they became markedly agitated as the movie proved to be rather homoerotic, with far more attention being paid to her sweaty male co-stars, Mike Faist and Josh O'Connor. 

This movie is shot beautifully, and I have never been more engaged in watching tennis in my life. The soundtrack is genius, always providing a propulsive beat that gets you excited for the next tennis match or the next complicated sex scene where you get to see the true value of an intimacy coordinator who knows how to choreograph not just the physical act, but all the emotional complexities it represents. The actors are sublime, each representing a complex and screwed up human being with thwarted ambitions, and the evolving nature of their relationships from past to present is stunningly portrayed. This movie was a real revelation - go into it knowing as little plot as possible and you will be thoroughly rewarded. 

February Films Part 2: Lisa Frankenstein, Drive-Away Dolls, Next Goal Wins, Bank of Dave, Nai Nai & Wai Po

This month has featured a real hodgepodge of films so here's an update on two films in theaters, and three you can catch on streaming if it's too cold to leave the house.

Lisa Frankenstein: I saw this film and I promptly forgot all about it until I sat down to write this review. So that is certainly not a ringing endorsement Directed by Zelda Williams and written by Diablo Cody, this film is a genre mash-up set in the 1980s, that tells the story of Lisa (Kathryn Newton), a teenage girl who suffered a personal trauma when her mother was murdered and now is having a hard time getting along with her father's new wife (played to catty perfection by Carla Gugino). Her new stepsister, Taffy (Liza Soberano), is very kind, but is also a very cheerful cheerleader, which doesn't quite gel with Lisa's whole silent gothic vibe. Of course, Lisa loves hanging out at the local cemetery, and one day, during a storm, a lightning strikes animates the corpse of a Victorian-era man who was buried there (played by Cole Sprouse). He shows up at Lisa's house and she must hide him away in her bedroom. What follows is a bit of a high school tale, a bit of a romcom, a bit of gothic horror, and a whole lot of 80's tropes. 

The story is quite the hodgepodge and is all a bit aimless and forgettable. Everything seems very comic until it all gets very murderous towards the end. The most notable thing about this film is the aesthetic - it's definitely an homage to Lisa Frank, and every frame is suffused in vibrant fun colors that make this film always a pleasure to look at, even if it isn't always a pleasure to watch. I wouldn't recommend watching it in theaters, but if you need a bit of a diversion, or if teen gothic comedy horror is your jam, your mileage may vary.

Drive-Away Dolls: Directed by Ethan Coen, who also co-wrote the screenplay with his wife Tricia Cooke, this movie is set in 1999 and stars the spectacular duo of Margaret Qualley and Geraldine Viswanathan as two lesbians who unwittingly steal a valuable briefcase and are now on the run from all the unsavory folk who are trying to retrieve it. Many hijinks ensue, including various delightful cameos from award-winning actors.

This movie is exactly what you would expect from a Coen brother. It's a little raunchy, a little bloody, and a whole lot silly. You are not going to be able to predict what is in that suitcase and why. Ultimately, that's not even very important, because the point of this film is to watch these two women on a road trip, learning to navigate their different approaches to getting laid at lesbian bars, and teaming up to defeat some incompetent gangsters. This is such a spectacularly queer movie, and all it cares about is exploring how women fall in love and/or lust, while the men are just a bunch of buffoons causing unnecessary violence. It's a diverting and fun two hours at the movies and certainly is the most unique experience you can hope to have this month. Down with the patriarchy!

Next Goal Wins: Directed by Taika Waititi who also co-wrote the screenplay with Iain Morris, this movie is everything you may have expected from the trailer. It's an underdog sports story, based on the true story of the American Samoa football team, who were the worst football team in the world. They had never scored a goal in international competition, so the President of the country's Football Association, Tavita (played here by the incredible Oscar Kightley), decided to advertise for a coach from the US. He got Thomas Rongen (Michael Fassbender), a man who had coached several US MLS teams but was currently being banished to American Samoa for increasingly volatile behavior. So now we have a mean coach with a chip on his shoulder, and a team of lovable misfits who have never scored a single goal. Can you see where this is all going?

You're going to get training montages, heartbreak, inspirational monologues, disappointments, triumphs, and a lot of personal growth. There's a whole journey in the coach's relationship with Jaiyah Saelua (Kaimana), a non-binary fa'afafine member of the team, who ended up being the first trans player in international soccer. There's a lot of cultural adjustment that needs to happen and plenty of mockery of this white man and his preconceived notions of Samoans. This is not a surprising or revolutionary movie by any means, but it is certainly a fun treat if you love this particular film genre and need a great team of underdogs to root for.

Bank of Dave: Speaking of rooting for the underdog, here's another wonderful tale of a man who went up against unscrupulous British bankers after the 2008 global financial crisis. This movie tells the true-ish story (and that "ish" is doing a LOT of work here, because this movie is heavily fictionalized) of Dave Fishwick (Rory Kinnear), a successful businessman from Burnley who started lending money to friends and members of the local community when they were getting turned down for bank loans. He loaned out nearly a million pounds and every single person returned his money back to him. So he comes up with the idea of setting up a local bank that would serve the community and give all profits back to local charities. However, in order to set up a bank, you need a banking license, so he hires a lawyer named Hugh (Joel Fry) to help with all the paperwork. Together, the two of them embark on a real David vs Goliath quest against the London regulators, who haven't approved a new banking license in over 150 years.

Written by Piers Ashworth and directed by Chris Foggin, this is a great story about taking down the establishment, tearing down the banking boy's club, and arguing for more socialism and less late-stage capitalism. It has a lot of "eat the rich" energy, and as someone who works for a British bank, you know I enjoyed all the sections talking about capital requirements and compliance. But overall, this is just a sweet, fun, typically British film about fighting for what's right, and having a small town in the North go up against greedy rich men in London. It's charming, there's a romance subplot with Phoebe Dynevor from Bridgerton, and Hugh Bonneville gets to swan about as an evil villain called Sir Charles. I ate it up with a big ol' spoon - how could you not?!

Nai Nai and Wai Po: Don't have hours to spare to watch a movie? How about 17 minutes to watch a thoroughly charming Oscar-nominated short film? Directed by Sean Wang, this is a movie about his two grandmothers, who live together in a house in California. They may have started out as in-laws, but over the years, these two women have developed a deep and abiding friendship, and now they regard each other as sisters, even sleeping in the same bed. They are 83 and 94 years old, and they look out for each other, ensuring that they still feel cared for and loved in their old age. With their grandson at home, making this film, their silliest and wisest selves are unleashed, and over the course of 17 minutes, you will be treated to two old ladies who have really cracked the code of aging with grace and humor. You simply must watch this film. It will make you laugh, help you embrace your mortality, and give you a whole new idea of how to plan out your retirement.