Director: Kore-eda Hirokazu
Writer: Yuji Sakamoto
Stars: Sakura Ando, Eita Nagayama, Soya Kurokawa

Synopsis: A mother demands answers from teacher when her son begins acting strangely.

Hirokazu Kore-eda has adopted a more schmaltzy approach to telling his stories for the past few years. This has made his most recent features, except for Shoplifters, somewhat detached from reality. They never reach a satisfactory emotional point. It is quite disappointing, considering his brilliant early features that channel the energy of Yasujirō Ozu’s narrative style. Kore-eda knows how to portray domestic melancholy in a humanistic way, unlike other directors who might do so in more theatrical and melodramatic ways. The tangible and grounded emotions have made cinephiles worldwide heavily relate to his films. So, when you see such a talent falter, even slightly, you ache for them to regain their mojo. Indeed, Kore-eda has done so with Monster, a heartbreaking Rashomon-like style picture divided into three sharply written parts. 

After a quick trip to South Korea with Broker, Kore-eda is back in his native land of Japan. His latest project begins with blazing fires in the night sky, where we see a hostess bar burning to the ground. As the chaos emerges and the sirens continue to drown out the sound of worry and sadness, people gather around the flames. They are curious as to what might have caused it. The film starts with a simple premise, yet as it extends, it transitions into something equally heartbreaking and hopeful in its examinations of truth. We first see a fifth grader, Minato (Soya Kurokawa), and his mother, Saori (Sakura Ando), who have tried to live a humble life after the tragic death of his father. But the young boy hasn’t been the same since; lately, something has been bothering him to the point of changing his attitude from quiet and sweet to troubled and disturbed. 

One day after school, Minato comes home with a strange look on his face. Saori can’t seem to figure out what’s wrong with him at first glance. His looks are distant, and he feels separated from the person his mother knows. But when Saori hears that her son’s teacher, Mr. Hori (Eita Nagayama), has been bullying and behaving violently against him, she asks for justice for his actions. However, the meeting between her and the principal, with Hori present, doesn’t go the way she expected. She’s received with fake apologies and no motive for improving the care of the students. Kore-eda leaves plenty of details behind in each different perspective so that in the next angle, we can slowly connect the dots. Whether the detail is minor or consequential, a lighter or a bruised arm, they all have a place within the story’s search for truth. They are connected with the introductory flames that Kore-eda uses as a scene to separate each perspective. 

You can compare Monster’s narrative structure to the likes of Rashomon and, most recently, The Last Duel. But Kore-eda doesn’t copy the exact format of the aforementioned films. Unlike them, this film’s three perspectives tell one version of the story – but through three different sets of eyes. Meanwhile, Kurosawa (brilliantly) and Scott offer iterations of the tale. The first stance in Monster leaves you with many questions and little to no answers, leaving room for contemplation. And as it continues with the other two perspectives, it recontextualizes what you saw before. The title of Kore-eda’s latest is misleading, referring to the beast that surges from within – forged by our emotions and painful experiences – rather than a literal figure of malevolence. None of the characters are handled in a way that could be lessened to such superficial traits. 

It is the idea behind being a monster, a person eaten alive by their suffering, and how that causes one to make brash decisions. The viewer ponders around to whom this title should apply, whether it is Minato, Hori, or the educational system and its corrupt nature. Kore-eda wants you to reevaluate how we see their actions – taking glimpses through each perspective – instead of targeting them wholly, diminishing them as simple personas of protagonists and antagonists. Kore-eda is known for using empathy as his way of “manipulating” the viewer. But in Monster, that constant swindling comes in a matter that doesn’t feel forced or excessively maneuvered. The root of this film’s empathy is sourced from the inability of people to accept or embrace incomplete pictures. 

There are constant conversations between characters about what they know and don’t know, referring to the actions taking place and the backstories accompanying them. Your opinion of them changes from one side to another, from malevolent to innocent and vice-versa, upon each detail and mystery unraveled. For the first time since 1995’s Maborosi, Kor-eda is not the credited screenwriter. This shows you why this film deviates from his usual form of storytelling, depending on techniques he isn’t accustomed to. Its mood and atmosphere are more lenient on bleak and melancholic tones rather than hopeful, like most of Kore-eda’s filmography. 

This moral tale of the effects words and actions have on children does have some unnecessarily convoluted moments; Sakamoto does these narrative tricks with some much-needed subtlety and cautiousness. Yet some parts of the web-like narrative don’t work because of Sakamoto’s need to over-entangle each plot point. If Kore-eda had written this, he likely would have made it far more straightforward – and, coincidentally, more effective in the process. Another element that elevates the film is the cinematography of Ryūto Kondō, who has previously worked with Kore-eda in Shoplifters. He creates beauty out of internal damnation, using a slightly poetic visual language that adds notes of melancholy to the film. Kore-eda’s previous films lacked those piercing effects in their cinematographies, which led them to have less of an identity. Kondō’s work makes Monster stand out because of its different ways of expression, varying from the perspectives. It is a fascinating change of pace, creating a more pensive piece rather than one more open on an emotional level. 

Grade: B

Director: John Woo
Writer: Robert Archer Lynn
Stars: Joel Kinnaman, Catalina Sandino Moreno, Scott Mescudi

Synopsis: A grieving father enacts his long-awaited revenge against a ruthless gang on Christmas Eve.

A silent film has a certain novelty in the digital era. It’s like a black and white aesthetic or shooting on film instead of digital. The choice is bold especially in the action genre in which the characters are often quipping, growling, or berating between bursts of gunfire. Silent Night isn’t completely devoid of dialogue though; any dialogue that is exposition is spoken in voice over. Any shouting during battle is done by characters not seen to be speaking on screen, as well. There are a few short, muffled, inconsequential lines spoken by main characters, but that’s it. It’s too bad this intriguing conceit is wrapped up in a massive turkey.

The lack of dialogue is a gimmick that gets old very soon and completely destroys any of the realism the filmmakers wish to have with their everyman hero. In fact, it creates an incredibly depressing film. With no dialogue to distract from the plot, we’re forced to sit in the silence of this man’s grief and the reminder that children can die. All we know of the main character is his one motivation in life and it’s not enough to build a movie on.

The conceit is even worse when the training montage, which should have been a few minutes with a rocking song before the mayhem, is a very long chunk of the film. It’s drawn out and crushingly boring. There’s a reason main characters in these revenge films are former military, cops, or assassins, because you can skip them being bad at shooting a gun and driving a car in an aggressive way. This everyman is so painfully inept at what he wants to accomplish. It’s really awful watching someone who hasn’t been in a real fight with another human try and fight someone. Bad fights by people who don’t understand how to fight only belong in comedies. In an action movie it’s just pitiable and not in the way to get an audience on your side.

The whole film has a student thesis feel. It plays like someone who watched a lot of action films thought they could do it. Silent Night is entirely derivative of films from the ’80s and ’90s heyday of the action film. Even the way time is passed in the film is hackneyed and eye-rolling. Based on writer Robert Archer Lynn’s previous credits of micro budget indies, that’s not too much of a stretch. Especially since this is his first produced screenplay in sixteen years and probably spent that time stewing in an executive’s slush pile with only a quick rewrite to make it more relevant now.

A lot of these revenge films, especially the modern variety have something to say. Silent Night feels like it’s just echoing political talking points about urban blight. It’s set in a Texas city that is overrun by Latino drug gangs. The police are powerless, the people are in fear, and the federal government does nothing. It’s very much using talking points of several prominent fear mongers to indicate that you could do what the police cannot and in one scene of complicity between Brian (Joel Kinnaman) and Det. Vassell (Scott Mescudi) what they secretly want you to do because their hands are tied by the law.

You have to wonder what made action movie legend John Woo want to attach his name to this lame duck of a movie. It’s obvious that Woo is trying to make a film his way. He and cinematographer Sharone Meir pull off some dynamic moves and tracking shots, but you can’t polish something so ridiculous. It’s so ridiculous that it’s not even a fun bad movie. At one point, the reflection of Brian’s memories are projected onto a Christmas bauble and the overwrought music is so maudlin that the silliness is lost in the uncomfortableness of the situation. Silent Night runs head first into every cliché possible, but skips out on Woo’s own clichés which would have at least made the movie interesting to watch.

There is typically something positive to say about any film, but Silent Night isn’t worth the digital space it takes up. It’s hard to say that an action movie where people are gruesomely killed is supposed to be fun, but the fantasy is supposed to be escapist at least and not so moodily depressing. This is just dour melancholy for an hour and forty-five minutes. Even Lars Von Trier wouldn’t make an action movie this morose. Avoid this one at all costs.

Grade: F

Director: Paul King
Writers: Simon Farnaby, Paul King, and Roald Dahl
Stars: Timothée Chalamet, Hugh Grant, Olivia Colman

Synopsis: With dreams of opening a shop in a city renowned for its chocolate, a young and poor Willy Wonka discovers that the industry is run by a cartel of greedy chocolatiers.

The new Wonka film is designed to be family-friendly viewing. To that point, the prequel to the beloved children’s classic, Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, succeeds beautifully on that level and then some. Director Paul King captures the overall mischievous nature of the iconic character in a film that is nearly perfect for family holiday viewing in part because the film never takes itself too seriously. So, while this translation may (albeit intentionally) lose that dark, sardonic humor and cynicism diehard Dahl-heads may love, King and company create a touch of madcap movie magic that makes Wonka the near-perfect big-budget holiday viewing for the entire family.

Written by Paul King and Paddington 2 collaborator Simon Farnaby, this Wonka prequel follows the titular character as he arrives in town, waiting to distribute his delicious confections to the world and looking to settle in the chocolatier district of 1930s London. When he arrives, the innocent Wonka (a wonderful Timothée Chalamet) begins a festive song and dances through the cold nighttime streets, giving away all his money to those who need it most. Wonka, about to spend the night freezing on a cold, hard park bench, is approached by a shadowy figure named Bleacher (Tom Davis), who offers him shelter.

Wonka follows and is given a warm bed by Mrs. Scrubbit (a menacingly funny Olivia Colman). So, what’s the catch? She asks Wonka to sign the contract while encouraging him to ignore the fine print. Even when a local neighborhood child, Noodle (Calah Lane), who works there, tries to warn him, he signs his life away. It turns out Noodle is Mrs. Scrubbit’s and Bleacher’s property. The duo preys on unsuspecting visitors, and they sign into indentured servitude. Along with Abacus (Jim Carter), Piper (Natasha Rothwell), Rottie (Rakhee Thakrar), and Larry Chucklesworth (Rich Fulcher), they are locked in the bottom of the inn’s basement, scrubbing the days away.

However, they have no fear. With the help of Noodle and her friends, combined with Wonka’s precocious nature, they sneak out of the grounds to help build Wonka’s business. That’s until big business does what corporate fat cats do. Led by Slugworth (Paterson Joseph), Fickelgruber (Mathew Baynton), and Prodnose (Matt Lucas), they work together to sabotage Wonka’s efforts in small business, watering down their product (quite literally) and paying off local political figures to keep their pretty standard treats in the mouths of the community they serve. Frankly, it’s the same plot lifted from David Simon’s The Wire, where Avon Barksdale and Stringer Bell sell inferior products under various labels to control the space, but this is Warner Brothers going for congenial Disney fare, so I digress.

From there, Wonka can be a silly but often charming viewing experience that’s too much goddamn fun to ignore. While anyone can appreciate Timothée Chalamet’s lovely magnetic quickness that he brings to the Willy Wonka role, establishing and spreading a consistent tone throughout the picture, the supporting characters truly shine in King’s film. For one, Keegan-Michael Key is hilarious as a Chief of Police addicted to the chocolate fix the sugar-fat cats have him hooked on as he addresses their needs with amusing intimidation and unlawful arrests.

However, it’s the delightful Hugh Grant, the Wonka world’s first Oompa-Loompa. This is where you may get some of that quintessential Dahl-biting humor. Grant’s delivery (and his silence) is perfection. He steals every scene he’s in. The famous onset (or off) prickly and posh performer has found quite the niche with comic-supporting turns in the likes of Dungeons & Dragons: Honor Among Thieves, Operation Fortune: Ruse de Guerre, and Glass Onion: A Knives Out Mystery. As the young kids say, Grant slays in the role. In other words, he’s funny as hell, and a prequel to his character must be considered.

Neil Hannon and Joby Talbot wrote the music for Wonka, and some beautiful song and dance numbers are tremendous, enchanting fun that bring some unexpected poignant heart. The signature show stopper is Chalamet’s lovely rendition of the Gene Wilder classic, “Pure Imagination.” That’s the genius of assigning the Paddington 2 team to helm the new Wonka franchise. At the same time, the film will have its cynical detractors, which is fine. But those musical numbers in the movie have much more heart than expected. Along with Wonka’s backstory, covering the time with his mother (played by Sally Hawkins) has some heavy melancholy notes, sprinkling the film with some depth when needed. The final product is a whimsical and addictive family film. While you may argue some of the guts have been ripped out of the source material (it would be unfair to compare this to the original), Wonka is a delightful, fizzy, and delectable treat. While the filmmakers may lay it on delectably thick, including the film’s laden special effects and a third act that can border on saccharine, Wonka’s modern spin could potentially be a new holiday classic for mainstream movie fans. It should have long legs for years to come.

Grade: B+

Director: Todd Haynes
Writers Samy Burch
Stars: Julianne Moore, Natalie Portman, Charles Melton

Synopsis: Twenty years after their notorious tabloid romance gripped the nation, a married couple buckles under pressure when an actress arrives to do research for a film about their past.

The Oscars are no strangers to films that delve into controversial topics, especially when the focus is on a relationship involving an adult and a minor. In recent years, they’ve nominated films like Licorice Pizza and Call Me By Your Name, both centering around a romance between a character in their mid-20s and a character who’s in their late teens. Defenses of these films often range in argument. Some arguments assert that such relationships occur in real life and deserve a realistic depiction, despite the social unacceptability. Others assert that main characters in films don’t need to be morally good characters, and advocate for more films that explore characters existing in an ambiguous gray area, neither wholly good nor bad. While both arguments are valid, I find neither particularly applicable in these instances. I believe that a film should explore controversial topics, but it crosses a line when it starts to endorse them. I’ve previously spoken out about the problematic nature of the former, highlighting the dangerous precedent these films set with the tones they establish. Both of the mentioned films lean towards romanticizing the relationship between the two main characters, almost as a type of poignant romance that goes against societal standards, and one that they can overcome.

May December follows Elizabeth Berry (Natalie Portman), an actress chosen to portray the “real-life” figure Gracie Atherton-Yoo (Julianne Moore). Elizabeth travels to Savannah, Georgia, to delve into the lives of Gracie and her husband, Joe Yoo (Charlies Melton), who gained tabloid attention for their illicit affair when Gracie was 36 and Joe was just 13. I approached the film with some apprehension due to the subject matter and the poor execution of similar films that have come before. The film focuses on these characters as adults, providing ample space to explore the nuanced consequences of their relationship. This approach allows the characters to navigate the moral gray area in which they reside, helping the audience understand the motivations behind their actions without ever justifying them. May December intricately examines the problematic relationship at the heart of the film, all while incorporating a playful and campy atmosphere reminiscent of a daytime soap opera.

The most intriguing aspect of May December lies in the relationship at the film’s center between Moore and Melton’s characters. Todd Haynes skillfully crafts the dynamic between these two, revealing the disturbing nature of its conception while portraying them as a seemingly normal couple. Gracie,(Moore), stands out as one of the most captivating characters to grace our screens in quite a while. Clearly a deeply troubled individual, she exhibits multiple instances of an unstable nature, experiencing crying fits and breakdowns over the most minute nuisances in everyday life, suggesting that there’s something more going on underneath the surface. As the film progresses, we gain insight into how she perceives her relationship with a man she pursued while he was still a minor, and how she constructs a narrative to justify it to herself. Joe (Melton), now an adult, initially appears to navigate the disturbingly unique predicament adeptly. However, as the story unfolds, we realize he’s merely cosplaying as an adult, still emotionally and mentally stunted at the age when Gracie initiated contact with him. Haynes doesn’t shy away from addressing the troublesome nature of this courtship, yet he skillfully infuses profound humanity into the characters at its core.

The addition of Portman’s character into their life only further highlights the rift between the two, and how starkly different they are from each other. As the film progresses, their relationship only continues to crumble apart, as Portman begins to pry into their personal lives and unravel the core of their connection. Adding another layer of complexity to the narrative, Portman’s character, Elizabeth, sets the stage for the film’s exploration of not only personal relationships but also its stylistic choices. Following the pattern of the other characters in the film, Elizabeth is nearly as morally ambiguous as the others. With a polite and charming demeanor, as an actor, you can see what kind of lengths she’ll go to as part of her pseudo investigative journalism, trying to truly tap into who Gracie is as a human, even if that means causing colossal shifts in her everyday life, all for the chance at trying to make future her character on screen appear more “real”.

Stylistically, Haynes effortlessly balances the dark and serious tones of the context when necessary and isn’t afraid to poke fun at the inherent absurdity of the film’s nature as well. Particularly, the use of the score truly emphasizes moments of over-the-top dramatization, giving the film an almost daytime soap opera quality that makes it incredibly entertaining to watch. Conversely, he knows when to focus on the seriousness of the matter, directing the performers to heartbreaking places that will shake you to your core. The dichotomy of the campy tones of the film alongside the intense realism provides for a fantastic viewing experience. Although Haynes might occasionally grapple with pacing issues and trying to establish the exact direction of the film, once you’re settled in, it easily becomes one of this year’s best viewing experiences.

While May December on its surface might seem like an off-putting film about an incredibly controversial topic, the way it deals with the themes, narratives, and characters it presents is flawlessly executed. With hilarious moments of absolute absurdity intermingled with some of the most intensely dramatic scenes in film this year, it’s undoubtedly an experience that will not disappoint.

Grade: A-

Director: Yorgos Lanthimos
Writers: Tony McNamara and Alasdair Gray
Stars: Emma Stone, Willem Dafoe, Mark Ruffalo

Synopsis: The incredible tale about the fantastical evolution of Bella Baxter, a young woman brought back to life by the brilliant and unorthodox scientist Dr. Godwin Baxter.

Poor Things is another wild and unexpected stroke of filmmaking genius from Yorgos Lanthimos. No, it’s not his original material. Still, the adaptation of Alasdair Gray’s work is a perfect match in cinematic heaven for fans of the director’s gifts for surrealism and dark psychological comedy. His latest will bring any cinephile unexpected joy because Poor Things constantly challenges and surprises them, which is rare for resolute film enthusiasts and critics alike. 

The story follows Bella (Emma Stone), an adult woman with a child’s mind brimming with innocence and self-discovery. According to Dr. Godwin Baxter (Willem Dafoe), Emma’s body was pulled from the river that she leaped into from the bridge above, clearly succumbing to some sort of grief. Godwin resurrects Bella with controversial techniques and replaces her brain with a child’s in a move that would make Dr. Frankenstein proud.

Godwin hires Max McCandles (Ramy Youssef), a public health official, to study and document Bella’s progress. Bella is a fascinating case. She throws tantrums and tests boundaries, like any precocious child. Bella looks at Dr. Godwin as a father figure, wanting to do what her “father” does. For example, taking a knife and curiously carving up a human cadaver, just like the “good” doctor.

Of course, Godwin’s unorthodox methods lead to the unintended consequence of self-discovery for Bella. She begins to balk at Dr. Baxter’s suffocating parenting style, which is used to keep his secret project under wraps and runs off to experience the world. Bella does that with Duncan Wedderburn (a slimy Mark Ruffalo), a depraved lawyer (as Colonel Jessup would say, “Is there any other kind?”) who is as far from Atticus Finch as one can get.

Poor Things is based on the novel of the same name by Gray. The landmark work is an outlandish tale that was meant to shine a light on equality and liberation from social constraints. Lanthimos, the beloved critical darling, has been on a hot streak with The Lobster, The Favourite, and now, Poor Things. He does a wonderful job conveying the nuanced depth of the original material’s themes, absurdity, and capriciousness.

What makes Lanthimos’s films so uncomfortable for some is that he pushes the boundaries of social conventions like no filmmaker of his generation. How many directors can be disturbing and incredibly funny all at the same time? This juxtaposition is often accomplished regarding cinematic clichés, particularly related to female characters. 

All of this is brought to life by Emma Stone, who gives the best performances of her career. Stone brings a guilelessness to the role that any parent recognizes as joyful, but in situations that are often adult and disturbing. Even though Bella is a child, she is free of social constraints that bring shame to knowing she shouldn’t be the one exploring a life of sexual desires. Stone’s turn is simply stunning, with a subtle nuance that begins to sneak up on you.

Her character is far from a manic pixie woman solely to quench a man’s needs. Bella has a thirst for gluttonous urges, lots of sex, food, drugs, and alcohol to satisfy her limitless curiosities. Stone’s performance, however, is far from one-note in which you “see the world through the eyes of,” as in the Forrest Gump variety. Bella is an evolving character who goes from a dependent to the full realization that she can be “a means of their own production.” 

The adaptation was written by Lanthimos’s collaborator Tony McNamara, whose script for The Favourite was nominated for an Academy Award for Best Original Screenplay. McNamara plots the film expertly, educating the viewer on the hypocrisy of women’s rights at the time. Bella was being treated as a child because of her undeveloped brain. The filmmakers embrace this visual metaphor of infantilization as a point of the standard limiting of the genders’ free will and independence.

Poor Things has much to say about social inequalities, identity, and relationships. However, you could argue, based on the source material and the testosterone levels of the filmmakers, that this is a film that almost mansplains themes without a feminist theoretical lens. Yes, it’s overindulgent and overbearing, especially when you realize the production value graduates into the Wes Anderson Masterclass territory. However, that’s the unapologetic Lanthimos experience that makes him one of the most unique filmmakers working today.

Grade: A-

Director: Eli Roth
Writers: Jeff Rendell and Eli Roth
Stars: Patrick Dempsey, Ty Olsson, Gina Gershon

Synopsis: After a Black Friday riot ends in tragedy, a mysterious Thanksgiving-inspired killer terrorizes Plymouth, Massachusetts – the birthplace of the infamous holiday.

The Black Friday scene that opens Eli Roth’s Thanksgiving is already a classic: mindless humans who don’t ask questions but consume product and get excited for the next product await in a flock in front of a store opening early for some sweet, sweet deals. The store opens in ten minutes, but the rage from our consumers grows larger as they wait to be let in and save money on their consumption to benefit the pockets of corporate America. 

The owner of that store, Thomas Wright (Rick Hoffman), is excited at the prospect of enriching his pockets at the expense of a society that turns into mindless zombies as soon as deals are laid out. A free waffle maker for the first 100 people who consume? How exciting! However, for Mitch Collins (Ty Olsson), not so much. The store’s general manager has to miss his Thanksgiving dinner to supervise its Black Friday. Only two security guards are positioned to calm down an ever-growing and ever-raging crowd. 

When Thomas’ daughter, Jessica (Nell Verlaque), and her group of friends enter the store by cutting the line and get to spend their money a few minutes before the store opens, bedlam ensues, and what follows is the most scathing indictment of Black Friday ever put on film. Its satire may be on the nose, but Roth turns an already nightmarish situation for underpaid employees and store managers all over America (at first, now the world’s joined in on the madness) into a literal nightmare: the enraged consumers attack the mall with all of their fury, shoving themselves into corners, ripping their hair out, and stomping on themselves, all so they can be the first to get something free. 

For the first time in his directorial career, Eli Roth has something to say. His previous pieces of work, while heavily inspired by some of the greatest exploitation filmmakers who ever lived, pushed buttons for the sake of pushing buttons. Even his remake of Michael Winner’s Death Wish stripped the nihilism and blunt social commentary from the original movie (until subsequent installments became farcical cartoons that glorified the use of guns to the extreme) into a formless actioner that was highly violent but didn’t do much to examine Paul Kersey’s (Bruce Willis) descent into darkness. 

We had to wait until his adaptation of one of the fake trailers playing in front of Quentin Tarantino & Robert Rodriguez’s Grindhouse for Roth to actually have something interesting to say about the state of our current consumerist society. We are all vultures who knowingly feed into the corporate machine as they continue to profit off our backs while we buy mindless things to fill in some gap in ourselves that will be worth nothing once we pass on from this world. It was already obvious in films like George A. Romero’s Dawn of the Dead, but Roth’s approach to this message, with a penchant for clear and explicit violence, has never felt more timely and urgent. Look at the way we treat one another and the way we behave when we hear the words Black Friday, a “holiday” created by the powers that be to make us fight for things that will ultimately be worth nothing. But since we must obey and consume, the holiday must go on. 

After this incredibly direct and angry cold open where Roth shows audiences how much he’s matured as a filmmaker, transforming a peaceful mall into total purgatory for massive shock and enlightenment, Thanksgiving grinds to a halt as it cuts to a year later. But it’s a welcomed halt as it establishes the main characters still grappling with the effects of a traumatizing event. As preparations for this year’s Thanksgiving celebrations are underway, a killer begins to enact his revenge on the ones responsible for the Black Friday tragedy of last year. Sheriff Eric Newlon (Patrick Dempsey) is on the case, as he finds out that the killer is specifically targeting Jessica and her friends, tagging them in posts on Instagram with a dinner table with their names written on each chair. 

It’s a race against time to figure out who is doing the murders before more bodies pile up. And while the rest of the movie is far more conventional in its storytelling and even gets far too predictable with its multiple red herrings, Thanksgiving remains largely entertaining. Its core plot is a beat-for-beat re-tread of Wes Craven’s Scream, but when the kills are thoroughly vicious in their execution and creative in their staging, does it really matter? Sure, it’s incredibly easy to guess who the killer is, even when Roth tries to divert attention by making Jessica’s love interests, Bobby (Jalen Thomas Brooks) and Ryan (Milo Manheim), the alleged suspects, but it’s far too obvious to be obvious if you catch my drift. 

As such, it, unfortunately, loses the momentum that Roth built in its opening scene, but he still has something to say as the town realizes their mistake, which greatly affects the main characters, minus Thomas, who hopes the consuming will resume once morale improves. He also gets some really good performances from his actors, most notably Dempsey, who revels in the camp of Sheriff Newlon and that thick Boston accent selling it. But I was particularly impressed by Addison Rae, who has never had her time to shine on screen in the unwatchable He’s All That. But she’s particularly effective as Gabby, one of Jessica’s best friends. Manheim also impresses, though his arc is truncated near the movie’s latter half when it could’ve blossomed into something far more active than what we have. 

But the real star of the picture is Roth himself, who finally manages to make something worth our time. He showed signs of artistic maturity with the kiddie horror flick The House with a Clock in its Walls. But in Thanksgiving, he finally blends his flair for the grotesque with a poignant social commentary that will always ring true as the years go by. I can absolutely see this film becoming a new holiday classic, solely on its opening scene, finally shedding light on the most horrific day of the year, where we all act like soulless Romerian zombies for those discounts. I get it, but let’s act civilized for once. It’s just a damn PS5. 

Grade: A-

Director: Emerald Fennell
Writer: Emerald Fennell
Stars: Barry Keoghan, Jacob Elordi, Rosamund Pike

Synopsis: A student at Oxford University finds himself drawn into the world of a charming and aristocratic classmate, who invites him to his eccentric family’s sprawling estate for a summer never to be forgotten.

After her Oscar-winning Promising Young Woman, Emerald Fennell is back with a story that is more wild and filled with performances by an ensemble who go all in to the very end. Obviously, her taste is writing dark comedies mixed with mind-f**king results and she takes it back to the upper classes of Britain with this debaucherous tale. Barry Keoghan plays Oliver Quick, a student at Oxford in 2006 who comes from a tough background, namely his parents are recovering addicts. Oliver is a bit socially awkward and seemingly desires to get with a higher clique when he spots Felix, (Jacob Elordi) a popular, wealthy student who takes a liking to him. Towards the end of the semester, when Felix learns that Oliver’s father has died, he lends his sympathy by inviting Oliver to his home, the titular Saltburn country house.

Upon arrival, Oliver is met by Felix’s parents, Sir James and Lady Elsbeth, played by Richard E. Grant and Rosamund Pike, respectively. Mixing in is Felix’s sister Venetia (Alison Oliver), Felix’s half-American cousin Farleigh (Archie Madekwe), and Elsbeth’s friend Pamela (Carey Mulligan), who has outstayed her welcome, yet hangs on staying with the “it” crowd. Farleigh doesn’t have empathy for Oliver and gives his warning to him to that Felix is someone who will cut anyone loose once he is bored of them. Yet, Oliver is invited into Felix’s summer fun which includes huge parties and sunbathing naked as a group.

Where Promising Young Woman is about getting revenge, Saltburn is about climbing the social ladder and usurping affluence from another family. Fennell prods the family dynamics of aristocracy with wickedness and a character, Oliver, totally influenced by The Talented Mr. Ripley. While she sticks the landing with its last twist in the end, Fennell takes a little too long to get there, hampering the flow of the story. The beats in between take on too much water rather than getting into rhythm, almost like it is relying on Linus Sandgren’s beautiful cinematography to keep the story going. The things that carry the film are the audacious performances by the ensemble.

Keoghan doesn’t hold back in his character, who willingly performs outrageous acts that, based on your type of humor, will either have you gagging or cracking up. It’s opposite to the dim-witted character he played in The Banshees of Inisherin and just goes for it. Elordi is having a year with this film and Priscilla as Elvis Presley, but Saltburn has him with a piece of his TV character Nate Jacobs from the series Euphoria. Pike as Elsbeth absolutely steals some scenes with her cold demeanor (“Oh, how wonderful!”) towards others without pulling punches, especially towards Pamela. 

In the end, Saltburn burns a bit too long, but has enough of the English countryside to bring us in like Downton Abbey. Except there is no class and taste, just lies and too much alcohol as Felix finds out quite easily. It’s a naughty film featuring hedonists who want power and favorability, almost like Yorgos Lanthimos’ The Favorite, but without the royal connection. Yet, the modernity of high-class scandal is always present and it becomes a juicy subject of Emerald Fennell’s eye and Barry Keoghan’s seductive presence, as exclaimed in the film’s dancing finale.

Grade: B