Director: Ryan White
Stars: Andrea Gibson, Megan Falley

Synopsis: Facing an incurable diagnosis, two poet lovers embark on a poignant yet unexpectedly humorous exploration of love, mortality, and life’s moments.

Anyone who has found themselves surprisingly weeping through a song or in the audience of a musical knows an unassailable fact. Music has the power to move us when normal words fail. There is something in our brains that connects with this, even at a young age. Andrea Gibson, one of the main subjects of Come See Me In The Good Light is not a musician, at least not in the common sense. But, as a spoken word poet, there is a lyricism in both their voice and their published work that triggers that same point in our brains. 

Of course, the film is not only about their work, but also about their relationship and their diagnosis of and living with ovarian cancer. As the film opens, they have already been living with the diagnosis for quite some time. But this film is absolutely not what you may think. There have been many stories of people struggling with cancer and dying from it. Come See Me In the Good Light is something different and singular. Finding not only a peek into Andrea’s mind but also into their relationship with poet Megan Falley is insightful, life-affirming, and deeply moving. 

It is impossible to watch this film without a sense of awe and wonder at the way Andrea looks at the world. This is the attraction to artists in general, as they tend to think deeper and differently about the world around us and our very existence. To have the gift of two artists as the focus of this film truly fills the audience with wonder. The film nearly forces you to wonder about how you might react to having your life possibly cut short by this horrendous disease. What would I do? How would I react? Would I, like Andrea, want to hold on to whatever life might have to offer? Or would we rather be comfortable and end it sooner? These are impossible questions to answer if we are not at this point, but Andrea knows, seemingly without much doubt.

Even when the cancer threatens to take their instrument, their voice, there never seems to be a loss of passion and faith. Faith in their existence propels them, even when emotion threatens to overwhelm every thought. The relationship on display is truly one of deep connection and one to aspire towards. Watching the two of them navigate their emotions and the ups and downs of living with a disease manages to be both entertaining and a real look at the sadness of possible impending loss. Director Ryan White manages to balance all of these emotions (with the help of his subjects) and the absolute stunning joy of life, regardless of our struggles. 

The film seems blessed with the turns that Andrea’s life takes. The fact that they are able to perform one last time allows the story to not only focus on Gibson’s past but also the present. Additionally, it gives an opportunity to instill their moving performances in front of an adoring crowd. That audience, along with those of us watching, realize that we are seeing something important. A chance for Andrea Gibson to process this struggle, pain, and triumph on their own terms. And this is really where the musicality of the film comes to the forefront.

Previously, we were given drops of their talent in reviewing their history, complete with a frank discussion of difficulties with sexuality and gender. But now, as the event begins (complete with an appearance from producer Tig Notaro), it feels a bit like when a sports movie gets to the big game or fight. It has all led to this. And to say that it does not disappoint is the understatement of the century. Andrea Gibson’s final performance, aided by their words superimposed on the screen, creates a perfect storm of pure emotion. The audience will feel not only Gibson’s history of struggle, but our own, as well. There is little to no chance of dry eyes as they succeed in not only getting on stage, but performing to the hilt (helped by a deeply adoring crowd).

You cannot speak about Come See Me In the Good Light without being awestruck by the power of love and connection. This is not simply a reflection of Andrea and Megan’s relationship, but how they both see the world. Yes, there is pain and struggle, but all that means is that we are still alive and fighting. Even if Andrea can never perform again, their spirit and work endures and urges us to be grateful for the limited time we have on this beautiful planet, surrounded by others who fight their own fights.

Grade: A

Director: Lotfy Nathan
Writer: Lotfy Nathan
Stars: Nicolas Cage, Noah Jupe, FKA Twigs

Synopsis: Family hiding in Roman Egypt. Son known as ‘the Boy’ doubts guardian ‘the Carpenter’, rebelling with mysterious powers. As he uses abilities, they face natural and divine horrors.

If you’ve ever been curious about the upbringing and youthful life of Jesus — yes, Jesus Christ — then writer and director Lotfy Nathan has just the film for you. A mixture of psychological horror and hysterical scripture shouting, The Carpenter’s Son is filled with spiritual violence and completely committed performances. Based on “The Infancy Gospel of Thomas (an apocryphal gospel about Christ’s childhood), a devout Nicolas Cage bellows prayers while raising the Son of God. Bathed in its serious tone, which helps bolster tense moments, makes this non-biblical peek into Jesus’s life fascinating to behold.

Genre filmmaking is at its best when it’s telling stories that challenge its audiences, and Nathan does just that with The Carpenter’s Son. While it has its fair share of issues, it’s refreshing to see a view of the life of Jesus that is complicated, especially during his formative years. As the film begins, The Mother (FKA Twigs) screams in pain from birthing The Boy (Noah Jupe) in secret, with The Father (Nicolas Cage) keeping guard and assisting when possible. As The Boy takes his first breaths into the world, The Father knows that his son is different and deeply fears for his family’s safety. Quickly taking them on the road to seek shelter and lay low, The Boy’s powers are unable to be hidden as he grows.

The more whispers of the healing powers of The Boy make their way through the village, the more complicated this life becomes. While The Mother remains adamant that her son is special beyond what words can describe, the family’s faith is tested in numerous ways. The Father is undoubtedly abusive, mostly seen through the relationship between The Father and The Mother. Nathan frames the story with her in the background, and it’s one of the flaws The Carpenter’s Son has — cutting off her thoughts and feelings on her son’s well-being while being completely controlled by The Father. Their relationship is a point of confusion, with The Father seeming more like her handler than her partner.

The relationship between The Father and The Boy rarely feels attached to one another; throughout the film, The Father chastises his son, and while his fears for their safety are admirable, it poses interesting questions to the audience. If there’s an ability to help and heal those less fortunate, why shouldn’t it be shared? The Boy doesn’t completely understand his healing hands at first, and his young age leaves him susceptible to those who seek to take advantage. While being pranked by The Stranger (Isla Johnston), he unknowingly heals a leper. The more The Boy comes into his own and stands up to his overbearing father, the more powerful he becomes. The Father is a man who deeply wants the best for his child, but his faith in his son’s powers isn’t as deep as The Mother’s.

As any teenager, The Boy is tempted at every turn — showing interest in a beautiful young woman, being distracted from his studies, and listening to those who don’t have the best intentions for him. He is barely able to recite scripture and questions the practices of his teacher. These temptations make him relatable, and Nathan doesn’t shy away from showing the teen who will become Jesus as a flawed character. Jupe is easily the glue that holds the film together; his impassioned performance as a young Jesus shows a side of his life believers and nonbelievers alike rarely see. His conflicts with The Father are intense, and Jupe is able to hold his own against a talent like Cage, even outdoing him during their on-screen disagreements.

The biggest disappointment with The Carpenter’s Son is how underutilized FKA Twigs is, and while the camera undoubtedly loves her, it rarely is on her. She gets a few satisfactory minutes of screen time that make it worth her being in the film, but her soft-spoken nature is sorely missed. Her chemistry with Cage is abrasive and highlights the hardships women went through during these times — showing women as basically cattle rather than those who are allowed a say in their lives. It’s a shame that Nathan doesn’t highlight Twigs more in the film, but when she’s on screen with Jupe, their age gap doesn’t lend any favors to the believability that this is her son. She feels no doubt about how special her son is and always believes in his abilities, but Nathan doesn’t give the two enough to work with to make their relationship compelling. Twigs has a bright spark of becoming a unique actress, but The Carpenter’s Son doesn’t allow her to ignite.

Adapting from non-biblical stories makes each of the miracles The Boy creates seem less holy and more disturbing. Nathan making this a horror film was the correct decision, and it’s gnarly to witness. Snakes being pulled from throats, ears being bitten off, and unsettling nightmares — it’s easy to see how one would confuse it with witchcraft. Although there’s room for more gore, a film about Jesus showing this amount of blood and violence leaves a mark far beyond its runtime. Stunningly captured by Simon Beaufils, he creates a world that instantly transports us into their world; it’s dark, bleak, but oddly uplifting. Paired with the grimy aesthetic, with characters covered in a mixture of dirt and blood, The Carpenter’s Son is atmospherically divine. While The Carpenter’s Son could use more of a feminine presence, it shows how dynamic Jupe is and gives audiences a fresh new perspective on Jesus. Visually blessed and blood-soaked, Nathan’s newest film will be sure to spark conversation from those devout and those not.

Grade: C+

Director: John Swab
Writer: John Swab
Stars: James Badge Dale, Ben Foster, Michael Mando

Synopsis: Based upon extensive research with law enforcement, gangs, inmates, migrants, and addicts, an exposé on fentanyl trafficking, and its effect on all walks of life.

When viewing a cops and robbers action film, there is an ever-present expectation of the next story beats. We’ve all seen many action thrillers before and each has genre presumptions for the film to follow. The beauty of John Swab’s King Ivory is the push against those presumptions to deliver something unexpected and calculated instead of the expectations of conventional storytelling.

That’s not to say the film is actively pushing against those conventions simply to be performative. Instead, the filmmakers take those genre elements and manipulate them ever so slightly, and they feel revolutionary. If the cops make a big case, they have a metric ton of paperwork to do. A massive action set piece ends with no death and no dialogue. All the action takes place in Tulsa, Oklahoma. That doesn’t sound like much, but when these films begin to feel interchangeable, little updates make all the difference.

James Badge Dale, Ben Foster, and Michael Mando co-star as the headliners in each of their separate stories, which combine as a Traffic-esque whole. Dale plays Layne West, a Tulsa drug cop looking to shut down fentanyl distribution in the city. Foster plays George “Smiley” Greene, an Irish enforcer fresh out of jail. Mando plays Ramon Garza, the Mexican cartel’s local rep who works with the Indian Brotherhood head Holt Lightfeather (Graham Greene) to distribute drugs as well as working as a coyote, ferrying Mexicans over the border into the US.

West works closely with his partner Ty (George Carroll), but has to deal with the rebellion from his teenage son, Jack (Jasper Jones), which leads to Jack’s addiction to fentanyl. Smiley navigates the ins-and-outs of the drug trade, while dealing with his unpredictable uncle, Mickey (Richie Coster), and his protective mother, Ginger (Melissa Leo). Garza tries to redeem a deadly mistake by allowing immigrant Lago (David Bacrena) to work for him, while attempting to get medicine for his daughter.

This film could have easily gone down as a “message movie” covering the dangers of fentanyl, the failings of government, and society as a whole. There is a distinct opportunity for the film to take that moral stance, but it instead decides there are no good solutions. In fact, it makes the argument the drug distributors have as much at stake as anyone else. A shocking amount of empathy and understanding is given to people who would otherwise be viewed as the criminal contingent. No act is viewed as criminal for the sake of evil. Even an act of cold-blooded murder (by more than one character) is seen as necessary, or in a specific case, completely justified.

But it’s not all just subversion. When the action ramps up, Swab knows how to stage a solid action scene. A late film hotel shootout circumvents the usual “you shoot, I shoot” standard and adds extra wrinkles, like shooting through hotel walls, or bystanders viewing all the action. Despite a fair amount of shootings, stabbings, and death, the film has very little interest in carnage or gore. Death is a part of the story, but it’s not anything it wants to dwell on, unless that’s the precise point. A scene with a fentanyl overdose and the incredibly human response is a particular highlight.

While each character might not have the most development, the actors portraying them are dynamic enough to give bits of color where there otherwise would be none. Mando specializes in playing a character of deceiving sensitivity, and this film is no different. Luckily, Mando is really good at it. Foster underplays almost every moment, but he makes it work. Equipped with a tracheostomy, he barely talks, and when he does, hardly speaks above a whisper (all of his lines are subtitled). Dale might be one of the most underrated, consistently working actors, able to embody both police officer machismo, and parental sensitivity from moment to moment. Each actor carries his segment wholeheartedly.

Of the supporting players, Coster has the most to do, and adds more to it than any other. Leo has one scene of any substance, and tears into it, but has little to do otherwise. The recently departed Greene is always a welcome on-screen presence, if only for a few minutes of screentime. If the film has an issue, it’s Jones, unable to rise to the occasion of the more seasoned actors around him. His character should be the corrupted innocent, but he is far too annoying of a character to connect to. That’s not only Jones’ fault, as the screenplay doesn’t do his characters any favors either. King Ivory subverts as many expectations as possible, while still maintaining the ability to entertain as an action thriller. That fact alone is worth the price of admission.

Grade: B

Director: Edgar Wright
Writers: Stephen King, Michael Bacall, Edgar Wright
Stars: Glen Powell, Emilia Jones, Josh Brolin

Synopsis: A man joins a game show in which contestants, allowed to go anywhere in the world, are pursued by “hunters” hired to kill them.

Watching the remake of Edgar Wright’s freakishly exciting and relentlessly propulsive The Running Man, if you didn’t know it before, you’ll know it now: Glen Powell is the next great movie star. You’ve known since the man burst onto the scene with Everybody Wants Some!! that he was destined for cinematic greatness. When he was passed over for the role of Goose’s son in Top Gun: Maverick, he licked his wounds and turned “Hangman” into a magnetic creation all his own. He even survived the media-engineered off-screen romance rumors with Sydney Sweeney, but before you knew it, reviving the rom-com at the box office with Anyone But You.

Now, with the resurrection of the character of Ben Richards, a role originated by Arnold Schwarzenegger, he cuts through the chauvinistic bullsh*t for a performance that straight rips and slaps and f*cks, or whatever the kids are saying nowadays. Powell is angry, wanting to grab the audience by their vengeful throats—a turn for one who knows how it feels to be impoverished, starving, and downtrodden. In almost every scene, this can be felt viscerally.

The remake of The Running Man is an action thriller packed with glorious carnage, humor, and a message about socioeconomic status that captures the reason Stephen King created the source material in the first place: don’t mind the fact that corporate media is entertaining you, but consider what it is preparing us for.

If you’ve seen the 1987 original, you’re familiar with the story. Powell stars as Ben Richards, a laborer who makes being fired for insubordination a national pastime. When we meet Ben, he’s holding his sick child, who is dying of the flu, and pleading with his boss for his job back. Richards is denied, bringing his baby girl only to stop himself from burying the arrogant supervisor’s face in his metal desk and leaving an indentation like Han Solo’s face in carbonite.

Ben has one big, furious chip on his shoulder. He is out of money, which he needs for his daughter’s medication. He is enraged that his wife, Sheila (Sinners’ Jayme Lawson), has to work for tips at a sleazy club to help make ends meet. His ego is bruised. His manhood is shaken. And the man is so prideful that it shields him from showing any humility. So, what does he do? Ben decides to try out for a series of game shows that will test his mental toughness and physical capacity to earn the cash his family needs.

However, in today’s dystopian society, nearly all of them injure, cripple, and maim their contestants. There is just one game show he will never try: the worldwide sensation The Running Man. What is it? Well, it is a killer network reality game show that promises to give a worthy player one billion dollars if they survive 30 days without being killed by five of the world’s finest hunters. Of course, the show’s producer, Dan Killian (Josh Brolin at his seedy best), sees Ben as an instant star. Not to mention a man who may change the game forever.

Edgar Wright helms the remake of The Running Man, deconstructing the genre by treating the audience to an enthralling thriller that highlights the absurdity of corporate media while also conveying an emotional core that keeps viewers engaged. Wright also brings the same qualities he’s known for in his previous works, like Baby Driver, Scott Pilgrim vs. the World, and Hot Fuzz: he infuses a kinetic energy that is unmatched. His lens has rhythmic transitions that convey musicality and rhythm.

Wright’s beats are unmistakable, along with comic precision brought out by a few notable supporting turns. There is Michael Cera, an underground dissident from Maine who wants to help Powell’s character bring down the Network with pamphlets, squirt guns, and, I don’t know, gumption. Then there is the great Colman Domingo, whose loquacious, morally corrupt ringmaster hosts the series that has taken the world by storm. The Academy Award-nominated actor brings a commanding, morally complex presence that perfectly embodies the themes.

Is the movie perfect? No. For instance, the ending is too abrupt, fixated on an influencer gimmick that can detract from the immersive experience. There is a sleight of hand that is a bit too convenient and neat, where it feels like a compromise between studio demands and an artist’s self-indulgence. Some may quibble that Powell’s turn becomes a little unhinged when speaking directly into the camera, which may be perceived as a tad pandering. 

Yet, at the same time, the cherry-on-top-of-sorts ending does encapsulate the revolt against authoritarianism that the movie holds up with a giant middle finger to the establishment. The script, written by Wright and Michael Bacall, also smartly utilizes modern technology to keep the viewer guessing where the story is headed. This is where Brolin’s villain is so compelling, always one step ahead of our hero, but as the ending reveals, never able to predict a cultural shift in society. 

The Running Man is worth watching for its well-earned self-awareness. Yes, this is an adrenaline-fueled, action-packed, and amped-up satire. Yet, it feels apt considering we are living in a time when politicians are controlling the media and holding up food subsidies for needy families. At the same time, the oligarchy, fat cats, and corporate overlords are throwing costume balls as people experiencing poverty suffer. 

Wright has crafted a big studio remake that keeps a pulse on what is happening today, on our digital screens, and right before our eyes.

 
You can watch The Running Man only in theaters starting November 14th!

Grade: A-

Director: Bess Kargman
Stars: Diane Warren, Cher, Common

Synopsis: The untold story of a legendary songwriter. Featuring Cher, Common, Jennifer Hudson, Gloria Estefan, Kesha, LeAnn Rimes, and more.

In the beginning of the film, Cher says about her ‘If I Can Turn Back Time’ songwriter, “Diane is nuts.” Just about everyone in the documentary says the word that is part of the movie title: relentless. Diane Warren herself has it on a bracelet she wears, “Relentless as fuck.” At the end of the documentary, it says that Warren has no plans to retire. Aged sixty-nine, why would she? For the last forty-years, hit after hit after hit has been written by one single person and movie after movie after movie has a song written by this same one person who keeps getting nominated for Oscars – and not winning. But director Bess Kargman goes through her life in a breeze, delving into the ins and outs of her upbringing, career decisions, and the enigma of how a Van Nuys girl became songwriting royalty.

Warren, who has Asberger’s and says her neurodivergency has played a massive role in her creativity, explains the massive drive that pushes her. Her childhood wasn’t totally happy and Diane developed a hot streak of rebellion being a teen in the 1970s and ran away multiple times to where her own parents put her in juvenile detention after catching her with marijuana. It also didn’t help that when she sought out a music career, Diane’s own mother continued to doubt her, trying to steer her into being a secretary, like she was. Only Diane’s father recognized the drive and bought her first guitar; she would give tribute to him in ‘Because You Loved Me’ by Celine Dion for the movie, Up Close and Personal.

With every bump along the road and people challenging her and doubting her, Diane’s thought is, “Fuck you. I’ll prove you wrong.” It is this drive that the documentary puts out her continuous need for validation in her songwork, going back to when she sued out of her original contract because of how she was being financially used, leading her to create her own publishing company. It is a catalog worth over half a billion dollars today, but while every artist is cashing in, Diane has no interest in selling hers. Diane says music has saved her life and it’s not about fame and fortune. She also was never interested in marriage; there’s a coaster that says, ‘Relationship Status,’ and of the options, it is checkmarked by a word I won’t write here, but it rhymes with ‘hunt.’ 

The most obvious thing in the documentary is that Diane is both A) a demanding figure who has alienated some people from performing with her again, and B) not shy to talk about herself, yet finds it awkward to talk about herself and her creative process. Simply put, there is no process, and everything in one room is a massive clutter. She’s not vain about herself. There are also the more serious feelings underlying her, such as revealing of being assaulted as a child in making ‘Til It Happens To You’ with Lady Gaga and the pain of losing that Oscar especially compared to other nominated songs. Kiss lead Paul Stanley only has one clip in the documentary, but as he noted in talking about Diane, “it’s easier to write about heartache when you don’t have to live it…but you do fear it.”Diane Warren: Relentless isn’t a wowing documentary, but pulls the curtain back to show off a woman who has played to every massive artist and producer and is widely beloved. It remains staggering that one person just showered us with glorious songs – ‘I Don’t Want To Miss A Thing,’ ‘Unbreak My Heart,’ and ‘How Do I Live’ to name how many hit singles written by her? Bess Kargman brings out Warren as candid as she can be comfortably from her personal life to her love of animals, energetically showing us that someone who will never stop working and never stop succeeding. 

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Grade: B

Director: Ruben Fleischer
Writers: Seth Grahame-Smith, Michael Lesslie, Rhett Reese
Stars: Jesse Eisenberg, Woody Harrelson, Dave Franco

Synopsis: A diamond heist reunites retired Horsemen illusionists with new performers Greenblatt, Smith and Sessa as they target dangerous criminals.

The tagline for Now You See Me: Now You Don’t feels like an inside joke aimed at the audience. Yes, there’s a third installment of the Lionsgate franchise that no one wanted and no one asked for. The tagline—delivered as Morgan Freeman sits in a chair cashing a paycheck, reads, “The closer you look, the less you see.” It’s oddly fitting because there’s simply nothing here, new or old, that might hold an audience’s interest.

That’s because the film is all spectacle and no magic, an elaborate distraction to hide how little substance the franchise actually has, yet somehow still manages to maintain a stranglehold over.

The story follows three new magicians, thieves, and con artists who set out to disrupt the alchemy that controls the global economy. That includes Charlie (I Saw the TV Glow’s Justice Smith), the brains behind the operation, who works comfortably in the background. Then there’s June (Avengers: Infinity War’s Ariana Greenblatt), one of the best young pickpockets in the world, who’s never found an object she couldn’t steal with her expert sleight of hand. 

Finally, there’s the “face” of the group, every team has one, Bosco (The Holdovers’ Dominic Sessa), a former Juilliard student who dropped out and now gets his kicks playing a wide variety of characters, making him invaluable in the con-game. Bosco is the charismatic antihero of the group, where being the hero is thrust upon him. At least, that is how he comes across when Atlas (Jesse Eisenberg) confronts their team after their latest theft from the corrupt and gives back to the people.

See, the young bucks used a hologram of the Four Horsemen as a beard. Utterly impressed, Atlas now wants to recruit these young illusionists into their world. That would be stealing the world’s largest diamond from Veronika (Golden Globe nominee Rosamund Pike), the leader of a worldwide crime syndicate. (I mean, is there any other kind?) When the operation goes haywire, the rest of the Horsemen reunite, including Merritt (Woody Harrelson), Jack (Dave Franco), and Henley (Jay Kelly’s Isla Fisher), whom they haven’t seen since the Pont des Arts in Paris.

Now You See Me: Now You Don’t was directed by Ruben Fleischer, which is almost shocking. The filmmaker—known for his distinct, crowd-pleasing genre films with an edge, including Zombieland, 30 Minutes or Less, Venom, and the gut-busting Zombieland: Double Tap—somehow loses the comic bite, irreverent humor, and genre-blending energy that defined his earlier work. Qualities, I think we can all agree, the franchise could have used an injection of.

It probably doesn’t help that the script, watered down by multiple rewrites from the likes of Michael Lesslie, Paul Wernick, Rhett Reese, and Seth Grahame-Smith, treats the movie like a superhero film, where anything can happen thanks to the so-called “magic” of illusion. Trust me, if Joe Pesci’s Vincent “Vinny” Gambini were around, he’d be calling out everyone for their transparent escapes.

The main issue with the Now You See Me franchise is that it relies too heavily on CGI and over-the-top spectacle, stripping away the imagination and suspense the film should be building for its audience. At its core, and at its best, it’s essentially a heist movie, a con game that should bring the same joy as classics like The Sting or contemporary crowd pleasers like Catch Me If You Can, The Thomas Crown Affair, or even Dirty Rotten Scoundrels. 

When real illusion is replaced with comic-book spectacle (there’s even an eye-rolling scene where each magician tries to out-trick the other), the CGI sleight of hand leaves the film with no tension, no awe, and no sense of risk. Not to mention, the real magic of any movie, the plot, is so convoluted that we aren’t even sure how they got there. I would call it fraud. Then there’s the issue of movies like this setting up sequels or resurrecting beloved characters solely to manufacture an emotional moment that’s hardly earned. 

This is the equivalent of pulling a rabbit out of the wrong hat. The ridiculous twist at the end doesn’t hold up under scrutiny, especially when it results in the Horsemen losing one of their own because of it. Mistakes like these—despite all the money and time invested—leave a good story vanishing in a puff of smoke the moment Eisenberg appears on screen. For those reasons, Now You See Me: Now You Don’t fails to live up to its potential as good, campy fun.

You can watch Now You See Me: Now You Don’t only in theaters starting November 14th!

Grade: D

Director: Michelle Garza Cervera
Writer: Micah Bloomberg
Stars: Mary Elizabeth Winstead, Maika Monroe, Martin Starr

Synopsis: An upscale suburban mom brings a new nanny, Polly Murphy, into her home, only to discover she is not the person she claims to be

The rare case of a remake surpassing the original, The Hand That Rocks the Cradle is an assured sophomore effort from Mexican filmmaker Michelle Garza Cervera after her (incredible) debut feature Huesera: The Bone Woman. As interesting a movie as it is, I can’t think of one that has aged this poorly as Curtis Hanson’s properly insane, but incredibly problematic 1992 original, which was already fairly perplexing when it was released, and is even more so today. With the story being readapted (for Hulu, sigh), there was a real chance for Cervera to not only flex her genre filmmaking muscles further in the remake, but repurpose Amanda Silver’s screenplay to fit more progressive times, where representations of assault are treated less exploitatively and with no Ernie Hudson playing what is essentially Simple Jack. 

Removing some of the insanity from the original does dilute some of the pulpier, trashier sections of Hanson’s film. However, there’s much enjoyment to be had in how, this time around, we don’t know the antagonist’s motivations when she infiltrates the family of an upscale mother with far too much on her plate. The original film’s introductory half took a lot of time to set up the revenge plot of Rebecca De Mornay’s Mrs. Mott, wife of Dr. Mott, who committed suicide after he was accused of sexual assault by Claire Bartel (Annabella Sciorra) during a routine exam, with each narrative beat becoming more preposterous as it progressed and Mrs. Mott’s motivations began to clear themselves up. 

The remake takes a different direction and immediately opens with Polly (Maika Monroe) making friendly contact with Caitlyn (Mary Elizabeth Winstead), who will represent her in a trial in which she faces eviction from her landlord. We don’t know the details of what happened, since Cervera cuts to several months later, after Caitlyn has given birth to her latest child, Josie (Nora Contreras & Lola Contreras). It’s also there that she reunites with Polly, who tells Caitlyn she is looking for a job as a nanny but is struggling even to get hired.  

There’s a lot of suspension of disbelief involved (much like the original film, since Claire hires Mrs. Mott without even seeing a resume and believes everything she says as the absolute truth). Still, this conversation gives Caitlyn the idea that perhaps she should give Polly a shot. After all, she is barely juggling her personal and professional tasks, and it would give her some peace of mind, especially as she comes highly recommended. In this case, there was a resume and referral! Fixing the mistakes of the past seems to be Cervera’s motto this go-around. The rest of the movie follows the same narrative as Hanson’s original (with Martin Starr acting as a stand-in for the Julianne Moore character). However, the mystery of Polly’s identity unfurls rather compellingly. We barely know who she is when the movie starts (although astute viewers who have seen the prior work have a sense of what’s coming) and, most importantly, do not understand her motivations outright. 

They slowly develop as her actions get more dangerous (from giving the family food poisoning to storing and lighting fireworks in the house) and threaten the safety of Caitlyn’s family, and, most importantly, herself. Micah Bloomberg’s screenplay smartly plays a gamble in changing the backstory of Caitlyn and Polly into less problematic territories, where the reasons for the latter’s “revenge” against Caitlyn have nothing to do with assault but something far more sinister. It’s definitely a big swing, but it works reasonably well, even if Cervera’s execution hampers ever so slightly during its perversely violent climax, where the filmmaker wants to bathe in the trashy impulses of Hanson’s movie (sans the greatest punch in cinema history) but refuses to delve deep into sleazy territory. 

Monroe’s performance suffers as a result, because her Polly isn’t as devilishly psychotic (or deliriously unhinged, whatever you prefer) as De Mornay’s legendary career-best turn. She’s the reason why most audiences forgave Hanson and screenwriter Amanda Silver’s dated depictions of disabled individuals and an exploitative molestation scene that occurred at the beginning of the film. Monroe never holds a candle to De Mornay, even just a smidge, while Winstead recognizes that she probably won’t be able to top Sciorra’s performance and does something completely different. The sense of alchemy between the two actresses is there, but Winstead triumphs over literally everyone. 

Her performance is controlled and downright terrifying, especially as Cervera, through the aid of ace cinematographer Jo Willems, intensifies the sense of dread she feels through a more erratic and blurry visual language than the polished work of Robert Elswit in the original film. It perfectly complements Ariel Marx’s guttural music, an absolute stunner during sequences of intense confrontations, giving note-perfect rhythm to editor Julie Monroe’s cutting. There’s actual thought in how each major setpiece is staged, which doesn’t happen often in this moviegoing economy.

It’s a shame that Cervera’s vision begins to fizzle out as the story gets clearer, but The Hand that Rocks the Cradle still manages to give Hanson’s version a run for its money. It effectively builds the mystery surrounding Polly, rather than spoon-feeding the audience with her motivations in the opening section. It also explores different themes than the original, freshening up the bare bones of the story for more contemporary sensibilities. It’s one of Disney’s better remakes in recent memory, and it genuinely feels criminal that it was unable to get a theatrical release. Cervera’s sense of aesthetics and vision alone are enough to warrant the big screen treatment. And if you’ve seen Huesera, you know what I’m talking about.

Grade: B+

Director: Klára Tasovská
Writers: Klára Tasovská, Alexander Kashcheev, Lukás Kokes
Stars: Libuše Jarcovjáková

Synopsis: Czech photographer seeks freedom after 1968 Prague Spring suppression and undertakes long journey to break from repressive regime’s constraints.

It is rare when, within a well understood genre, we see something that simply feels new. There are few examples, but they exist: Mad Max: Fury Road as an action film, Oppenheimer as a biopic, Flow as an animated film. Whatever you think these movies should be rated, it seems inarguable that they are, in one way or another, breaking new ground. Documentaries can be a bit of harder nut to crack, but one that comes to mind is Soundtrack To A Coup D’etat from 2024. Because the form is so focused on truth and sometimes overreliant on the talking head style, there can be a lack of boundary pushing. But that cannot be said of I’m Not Everything I Want To Be.

This film follows an artist whom I knew nothing about going in. Libuše Jarcovjáková is a photographer from what used to be termed The Czech Republic. But this is not your standard biopic showing a rise and fall of a great artist. Instead, it is a journey of self-discovery. Honestly, it shows us a journey that is ongoing for all of us and will be until our dying day, or longer depending on your belief systems. Aided by her photographs and words from her detailed diaries, we are treated to the portrait of an artist who is constantly unsure and sometimes completely disconnected, even from her artform. 

Director Klára Tasovská has an absolute treasure trove to work from, as Jarcovjáková seems to have documented nearly her entire life, both public and private. She and editor Alexander Kashcheev have created a minor miracle by creating movement from still images. Kascheev is also the sound designer, which is what brings I’m Not Everything I Want To Be to another level entirely. As the film travels through her life, due to movement of photo to photo, combined with the impeccable sound design, we feel like we are not only in the room with her, but in her head, as well.

Being in Jarcovjáková’s head is another advantage that the material gives the film. Constantly, and in different ways, we feel her struggle to become herself. To be the person she is meant to be and, more importantly, live the life that she wants to live. We find this through her thoughts as a young person, through an abortion, through sexual relationships, and through her travels. As she travels to Japan, her world finally begins to open up. It is important to remember that she experienced the Soviet invasion of Prague, which led to constant restrictions and a contained life. We feel her desperate to break out, even to the level of traveling without governmental permission.

Unsurprisingly, she feels not in control of her life. And further, not in control of her body or her self. As we are shown images of her body, there is a sense of disconnection, as if she is confused by who she is and where she fits. This is one of her many foci and, even without her words, there is a sense of unease and worry. Despite this concern, there is also a sense of exploration in her visual work and her diaries. She often puts things plainly, but without providing excessive detail. What we are seeing is her process, her gift, almost as if she had no plans to show this to the public. We throw the word “brave” around a lot. But to open your deepest, most private thoughts, along with your actual produced work takes a sense of openness that we can all learn from. 

Every great once in a while, a film within a genre breaks out of its structures. As much as I enjoyed learning about Libuše Jarcovjáková and her beautiful work, it was almost more impressive to engage in the power of movement and sound from Klára Tasovská and Alexander Kashcheev. Through their direction and editing, we have been able to see the inside of a powerful journey of the self.

Grade: B+