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Movie Review (Cannes 2024): ‘The Other Way Around’ is Cinematic Therapy


Director: Jonás Trueba
Writer: Jonás Trueba
Stars: Itsaso Arana, Vito Sanz

Synopsis: After 15 years as a couple, Ale and Alex decide to throw a party to celebrate their separation, leaving their loved ones perplexed.


In his latest work, The Other Way Around (Volveréis), Spanish filmmaker Jonás Trueba delves into the emotional depths of a marriage potentially meeting its end. He navigates through some regularly seen tropes, gradually unfolding a metatextual ode to love in union and separation—the beginning and end of a beautiful relationship. Trueba’s exploration of the heartwarming and cruel nature of bonds and their necessity for personal growth resonates deeply. By blending reality and fiction, as well as wishes and desires, he transforms a standard narrative into a touching feature with many intertwining details, providing the film with a beating heart that captivates from start to finish. 

“We should do as your dad suggested” are the first words spoken in The Other Way Around. A couple – husband actor Alex (Vito Sanz) and wife filmmaker (Itasa Arana) – are now at a point in their life together where they believe there’s no return. Love has been lost from both sides or at least to some degree where they haven’t decided if they should (or shouldn’t) separate. This is where Ale’s father and his unique perspective on love come into play. He once talked about doing a party that celebrates a couple’s separation rather than union, or as Alex refers to it, a wedding but the other way around – saying the film’s title and coincidentally, one of the many winks at the camera that Trueba places from time to time. 

Ale says that this “celebration” can only be done if both parties are at the same emotional point, an answer that reveals to the audience that one of them is still holding on to the love they once had. We don’t know who the one out of the two who feels this particular way is, but there’s this hesitance beneath their breath when speaking about the topic. Sadness lingers as they laugh through the uncertainty and treat the party as a joke. Their minds aren’t clear; they don’t know what to do with their lives after all this. So, the two rush things and seek the opinions of others to see what they think of this weird scenario.

The reactions from their close friends and family range from “I don’t understand the concept” and “Did you both agree on this?” to “You will get back together eventually”. Of course, these aren’t the responses they seek – leaving them even more perplexed and in doubt about the whole thing. Is repentance going through their minds? Or are they just putting their emotions aside so that they can’t face their true feelings about their fifteen-year-long relationship? Their discussions may not even relate to the matter, but somehow it returns to the “celebration of separation”. An example of this is seen when they talk about a film they just watched. Alex and Ale differ on whether or not the film is an elegy of matrimony or a caricature of it. 

Their frustrations wiggle their way in if they should feel repentant about their current status and sights emotionally. The two actors got their teeth way too sunk in the material that it seems they were in love with one another before. Every single emotion they transmit comes off as palpable. Sanz and Arana aren’t doing screaming matches or melodramatic tenures for their performances; instead, they come off as grounded portrayals of a broken bond. Even if there are moments where fiction and reality intertwine, as Ale’s film continues to shoot, The Other Way Around remains true-to-life instead of relying too much on its self-referential elements regarding depicting the emotions felt by the characters. 

This makes each narrative beat feel full of vigor, with some necessary touches of gloom, as most relationships contain. The narrative so far has been pretty repetitive, with the two asking different people about the party and their thoughts. But this repetition gets a new meaning when Ale breaks the news to her father. He says that the idea of celebration separations doing good to both sides of the couple was told in passing. And that doesn’t mean they have to go through it. The man who came up with the idea has now backed away from it, leaving Ale feeling an array of emotions. 

It is here when, through Ale’s father, Trueba starts to meddle with the film and peel away the layers in the same way that Mia Hansen-Løve did in the brilliant Bergman Island.  The man recommends that she read a couple of books to ease her mind. One of them is ‘Repetition’ by Søren Kierkegaard. The Danish philosopher (under his pseudonym Constantine Constantius) talks about whether repetition is actually possible and the difference it has with recollection. Later in the film, a line is repeated from the book: “Repetition’s love is, in truth, the only happy love.” Kierkegaard mentions that what has been recollected has already been, hence the sadness that lingers upon remembrance. Meanwhile, repetition is recollected forwards. 

Trueba combines this line with the structure of the film. Each time Ale and Alex ask a person about the party, it is repetition. However, when they were alone, the two thought back to their early years, the “good old times”, subjecting themselves to recollection – threading backward and unable to solve their anguish. It is a brilliant tie-in that makes The Other Way Around go past its by-the-numbers procedure during the first act, done on purpose so that the film blooms into something rather moving. The second book is called ‘El Cine, Puede Hacernos Mejor?’ (translated as ‘Cinema, Can it Make Us Better?’) by Stanley Cavell. 

Ale’s father explains that Cavell’s arguments are based on classic comedies from Hollywood’s Golden Era – like The Philadelphia Story, The Lady Eve, and His Girl Friday (my favorite of the ones mentioned) – where the couples in these films give themselves a second chance. They don’t want to make the same mistakes but do things differently, better. Much like Walter Burns and Christy Colleran or Charles Pike and Jean Harrington, the man wants Ale and Alex to reconcile. The audience watching knows they are meant to be together; Ale and Alex complement each other perfectly, even more so than the characters from these screwball comedies. Trueba, just like Cavell, believes that cinema can help us be better people and heal our wounds. 

The film that Ale is making reflects her relationship with Alex. In this fictitious struggling marriage, one doesn’t want to continue the relationship (the character being played by her husband) while still having doubts about his decision. And it all circles back to the initial thought of doing what Ale’s father suggested. It is with this performance that Alex thinks clearly about the situation. Alex’s character and him intersect for one moment; reality and fiction meet at the point where this love story reaches the point of remorse. It is like a double-sided cinematic therapy session where the film and the movie insider help uncover the crux of their problems. Trube ties every narrative beat that felt loose or disjointed before and provides a new lens through which to see them. 


Both Ale’s and Trueba’s works have the same purpose and are constructed in the same manner. They are broken and without a correct rhythm until the inner workings of the narrative find their place. It is a brilliant execution of self-referential techniques and fourth-wall breaks. Jonás Trueba has always been quite experimental with his movies. But in The Other Way Around, he is more playful than before. The Spanish filmmaker develops a premise that seems simple on paper and begins to disorganize everything in a clutter that the characters must clean for themselves. It is pretty moving once you see the complete picture, the repair of something deemed broken – a comedy-drama combination about whether or not separation should be the first (and immediate) response to a relationship slowly failing.

 

Grade: B+

Women InSession: John Hughes & 80s Teen Comedy

This week on Women InSession, we discuss the great John Hughes and how he completely defined the 80s the teen comedy! With films such as The Breakfast Club, Sixteen Candles, Weird Science, Ferris Bueller’s Day Off, Plans, Trains and Automobiles, among others, his legacy is untouched when it comes to the 80s and how he tapped into a generation. Not to mention his writing work, which is a whole other aspect to his career that makes him unforgettable.

Panel: Kristin Battestella, Zita Short, Jaylan Salah, Amy Thomasson

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Movie Review (Cannes 2024): ‘Megalopolis’ is a Fascinating, Disjointed Disaster


Directors: Francis Ford Coppola
Writers: Francis Ford Coppola
Stars: Adam Driver, Giancarlo Esposito, Nathalie Emmanuel, Aubrey Plaza, Shia LaBeouf

Synopsis: An architect wants to rebuild New York City as a utopia following a devastating disaster.


Francis Ford Coppola is one of those cinema legends that, while having directed what many recognize as some of the best films of the 1970s (The Godfather Pt. I and II, Apocalypse Now, and the underrated The Conversation), is still looked at twice when producing a film. He has managed, time and time again, to get a project deemed as doomed off the ground and concoct something quite fascinating out of the turmoil. Coppola fought for his vision and stopped once the project pleased him. It is like a madman trying to salvage his creations. But unlike many who go through a similar situation, Coppola is labeled as a genius – currently past his prime yet equally visionary and without restraint. 

Fast forward to today’s age of cinema, where big studios are afraid of spending money on original pieces of work; they have a severe allergy to producing the works of auteurs from across the world, whether Martin Scorsese or Mike Leigh. So, when it comes to projects seen as audacious big swings, don’t mention the idea of money benefits to them. This isn’t the 1970s when it was easier to make these types of films. There are many examples of this scenario, but Coppola’s Vietnam War masterpiece is the best (and most prominent) of the bunch. Hell broke loose; the production seemed cursed with all the complications that emerged in the jungle. And that’s without counting Marlon Brando’s antics when it was his time to appear on-screen. 

Now, at eighty-five, near the end of his rocky yet awe-inspiring career, Francis Ford Coppola has placed himself in a similar situation to construct his passion project. It is a story forty years in the making, where he had to sell the majority share of his wine business to chunk up the one-hundred-and-twenty million dollars for production. But that isn’t all. Near the festival’s premiere, news broke out about what happened backstage; the experience was compared to watching a trainwreck occur right before the cast and crew’s eyes. Knowing all of these details – recognizing that Coppola has made chicken salad out of chicken sh*t before – does draw plenty of intrigue. 

After all this time, Coppola finally delivers the project of his dreams, Megalopolis – a big swing, if there ever was one, the curtain closer to a cinema legend’s historic career. Described as multiple things at the same time – a story of doomed romance, a Roman epic, a tale of greed that downs civilization as the one-percent search for power and control – yet not necessarily being any of them at all, Megalopolis is Francis Ford Coppola’s own Southland Tales, a project so bold and ambitious that it doesn’t have a coherent bone in its body due to the high amount of frenetic ideas being encapsulated. The difference between the two is that Richard Kelly isn’t near the talent of Coppola. 

Sparks of brilliance are scattered across the film, with both striking and psychedelic imagery being smeared onto a canvas with an abstract painting that only he can churn some meaning out of it with some clarity. It is a piece of work that will be discussed for an extended period. I can see many viewers revising it in the future about how this is a masterpiece or a thoroughly thought-out picture in the same way it happened with Inland Empire and, most recently, Babylon. Yet, for now, I call it a disaster, although a very entrancing one. 

A fable of the longevity and decline of the American empire, Megalopolis is in the futuristic city of New Rome, a placeholder for New York City, during a time of significant change, inventions, and forthcoming revolution. While it has the outline of the city that never sleeps, this city is inspired by Ancient Rome, from its stone statues to its political denouement. This city is drowning; the poor are pooled together as the rich maintain security and wealth. Coppola sees today’s society as constantly dwindling, where injustices, maltreatment, and irregularity are some of the problems plaguing it. That is why he places the reasons why the Roman Empire fell – internal corruption, greed, the rich protecting themselves and leaving the others, tyrants, amongst others – as not only traits to make New Rome a character of its own but also the commanding people living in it. 

“Civilization is destined to crumble and rebuild again”, the film quotes during its introduction. The people of New Rome hold onto that day when someone helps them. They seek a utopia amidst the inner cataclysm of the power struggle. That spark of light may come in the hands of Cesar Catalina (Adam Driver), a brooding architect (with the power to control time) who wants to reconstruct the city into that perfect place of prosperity and equality. Cesar is crafting a new material called “Megalon” to sustain the city for the foreseeable future. But Mayor Franklyn Cicero (Giancarlo Esposito) doesn’t align with his vision for the city, nor does he think that this material is safe to use. 

Mayor Cicero wants to build more casinos and idle landmarks instead of providing the most vulnerable citizens with a better life. These are two visions for the same city; one values it more than the other. Cesar says that if New Rome continues down this road of internal malfeasance, it will collapse entirely any time soon. However, Cicero says the architect’s perfect world will only lead to more chaos, creating a dystopia. Amidst their collision, things take a turn for the worse, both figuratively and literally, when Cisero’s daughter, Julie (Nathalie Emmanuel), starts to work and falls for Cesar. Many questions arise upon her arrival in Cesar’s life. You don’t know if she is spying on him on behalf of her father or if her emotions toward him are genuine. 

This relationship between Julie and Cesar is the best thing story-wise that Coppola has to offer in Megalopolis. This doomed romance is the heart and soul of New Rome, the only thing keeping Cesar calm to some degree. Drive and Emmanuel are incredible together; each conversation about the passing of time and running out of it feels heartfelt, although written straightforwardly. Through these scenes, you see why Coppola has dedicated this film to his wife, Eleanor, who recently passed away. In this weird world that he has created, these are the moments where everything feels more grounded. It is beauty and devotion amidst destruction. But, like most of the ideas that Coppola tackles in Megalopolis, this is put to the side in exchange for more outlandish situations and personas that all feel placed in different movies with various tones. 

The fact that Cesar’s ability to stop time isn’t much of a narrative gadget, as the first act hints, tells you how poorly organized everything is. While the power play between Cesar and Cisero feels like an oddball and more manic version of Succession, the rest of the film feels way different. The likes of Shia LaBeouf’s mullet-wearing, politically rampant revolutionary Clodio Pulcher, Jon Voight’s boner joke-saying Hamilton Crassus III, and Aubrey Plaza’s zany seductress Wow Platinum (one of the most entertaining facets, with campy dialogue and self-serious facial expressions) are some of the eccentric, cartoonish characters that play significant parts in this way for the “betterment” of New Rome. Not only do they paint the portrait of the political or influential figures within a failing society, but also the thematic and narrative disarray in Megalopolis

These ridiculous characters and the acts they end up doing feel distanced entirely from the central theme; ever so lightly do they end up entertaining or provoking a thought that isn’t complete and utter bafflement. In some ways, these precarious scenes of uproarious scandal and glamorous indulgence fit within the confines of the film being a Roman epic. When the Roman Empire was nearing its end, the games in the Colosseum started to get even more absurd to keep the attention out of the slowly crumbling city. They flooded the Colosseum and had a live naval battle, brought out animals from across the world and had prisoners (even emperors) fight them, and mythical deaths were reenacted to their full extent. And it was all for their amusement. 

Like the emperors of the time, when Coppola loses control of the story, he throws whatever he can think of to a wall to see what sticks. Whether it is wrestlers and chariot races a la Ben Hur or toga parties and a musical performance by Grace VanderWaal’s Vesta Sweetwater, none of it sticks. (Coincidentally enough, these scenes also occur in New Rome’s own Colosseum-like arena.) Visually, it is experimental in ways that Coppola hasn’t tapped into before. But what is it worth if the visual language doesn’t amount to much? It is opulence over thematic exploration. His psychedelic visual style can only lift the film to a certain degree. Megalopolis doesn’t make any sense; it doesn’t try to. Yet, while trying to write a proper review of it, I found myself fascinated by it all. 

It is preposterous on a cinematic and narrative level, yet seeing such a project of this magnitude slowly fall on its face, just like the Roman Empire, is an indescribable experience. These are big swings, some done with complete confidence and others quite the opposite, without precision. And you admire Coppola for putting everything on the lie to close the curtains on his legendary career. This is a creation of its own, a strange cinematic oddity that will cause many debates and revisits as time passes. It is the cataclysmic event of a lifetime, unlike anything you have seen in the past few decades. In that sense, there’s some worth. However, deep in my heart, I would have liked him to have closed everything out with a more potent feature. 

Grade: D

Movie Review (Cannes 2024): ‘Universal Language’ is a Hidden Gem With a Big Heart


Directors: Matthew Rankin
Writers: Ila Firouzabadi, Pirouz Nemati, Matthew Rankin
Stars: Matthew Rankin, Mani Soleymanlou, Danielle Fichaud

Synopsis: Two women find frozen cash, try to retrieve it. A tour guide leads confused tourists around Winnipeg sites. A man quits his job, visits his mother. Storylines intertwine surreally as identities blur in a disorienting comedy


One of the most intriguing aspects of the Quinzaine de Cineastes’ lineup is the discovery of talented filmmakers who could be the directors of tomorrow. This unique side section of the prestigious Cannes Film Festival often goes unnoticed, as the spotlight is understandably on the films competing for the Palme d’Or. However, having covered this section for the past couple of years, I can attest to the wealth of surprises it holds. This year, Matthew Rankin’s latest work, Universal Language (Une Langue universelle), is a shining example.  It is a deadpan, structurally weird, and heartful piece that beautifully explores the theme of connection.

Rankin tells a tale that ties three cities together. He captures the longing for belonging and solidarity via a poetic Matryoshka doll concoction that doesn’t make sense at first but slowly blossoms into a thing of beauty. Introduced to us with a VHS tape educational video presentation meant for the youth of Winnipeg and done “in the name of friendship,” Universal Language begins with a scene in a classroom. Rowdy children are awaiting their teacher, who is running late after his bus broke down and had to walk through the snow to get there. He’s mad at them because of their bad behavior – disappointed that they misbehaved in his absence. The teacher later starts mocking their answers when he asks them what they want to be when they grow up.

The teacher picks on Omid (Sobhan Javadi) the most, a young kid behind in his studies due to his myopia; the youngling lost his glasses when a runaway turkey attacked him on his way home. Of course, nobody believes him, especially his teacher. So, he then decides that there will be no more education until Omid can see properly. In this scene, Rankin begins the pattern of intertwining stories and presenting hints at the sadness behind the comedic elements. You immediately point out that the teacher’s rant isn’t just about his string of bad luck that day; there’s more than meets the eye. These emotions are carried over from another incident.

The film then switches scenery, and we follow two of Omid’s classmates, Negin (Rojina Esmaeili) and Nazgol (Saba Vahedyousefi), who find an Iranian banknote worth five hundred riels stuck on the frozen floor. Instead of thinking about themselves, the two want to help poor Omid by buying him a new pair of glasses. The two friends take off into a small venture to try and take that money out of the ice by any means possible. They seek help from strangers, ask vendors to borrow ice picks and axes, as well as get sent from one place to another to do quick favors like mini sidequests in a videogame. At the same time, two other concurrent stories take place.

A tour guide leads a group of people through Winnipeg’s monuments and historic sites. There are a couple of important spots to look at, but the city itself doesn’t seem that interesting. Not even the tour guide seems to sell the monuments as grand. The other story centers around a man named Matthew (played by the director himself, Matthew Rankin), who has quit his job in Quebec and now travels to Winnipeg to visit his ailing mother. These stories might seem very different from one another, as they have different tones and pacings. But in how Rankin intertwines them, they come together in quite surprising ways. Everyone is connected. Every single character is tied to one another, even in the slightest details imaginable.

At first, it is hard to truly get into the movie due to the viewer’s uncertainty about where these stories will intersect narratively and thematically. We go from the past to the present and vice-versa; time splits as the stories shift. But when you notice how beautiful and captivating the webbing is, everything is seen and perceived in a new light. Rankin purposefully entangles the narrative for two-thirds of the film to reveal his film’s proper form later. The viewer patiently waits as the two kids, the angry teacher, the man visiting his mother, and even the runaway turkey with Omid’s glasses are tied together. And it is all so fascinating to watch.

Stylistically, Matthew Rankin takes inspiration from some filmmakers who use deadpan comedy in brilliant ways, giving their respective works personality and uniqueness. The works of Roy Andersson and Wes Anderson inspire Universal Language. Rankin uses the former’s blend of “laughing through the pain” existentialism and melancholia, as well as the muted colors in the background and locations. Meanwhile, you can see the centric shot compositions and vivacity from the performances of the latter demonstrated. Because of these two influences, Rankin gives his film multiple emotional layers that sneak into the viewer’s soul as everything comes together.

Everything is odd and cluttered initially, yet it still intrigues you with how it develops. Matthew Rankin mentions in the press notes—where he hilariously interviews himself—that one line from The Color of Pomegranates was crucial for this film’s creation. “We were looking for ourselves in each other”. In relation to the Universal Language, Rankin reflects on how each of these characters on-screen has deep humility and compassion for them all by the end of the film. They acknowledge that they have, in some way, shape, or form, done the same actions and went through similar situations. So, a feeling of understanding is created in the process.

Somehow, that is the universal language that unites us all, holding us on tenterhooks and tranquility. Everyone goes through hardships that make each day feel like a living hell. Yet, compassion can be transmitted through that understanding via dialogue or even a quick glance. That is the beauty that emerges from the ending of Universal Language. Matthew Rankin creates a deadpan comedy that has many layers once the stories begin to meet. It is a true demonstration of the talent that lurks in the Quinzaine des Cineastes; the film is a little hidden gem that holds a big, delicate heart.

Grade: B

Chasing the Gold: The Current TV Landscape

This week on Chasing the Gold, Shadan and Erica are joined by Jordan Walker to discuss the current TV landscape and how the Emmys are shaping up! While we tend to focus primarily on films, there are some really compelling TV shows out at the moment and it felt like a good time to dive into that arena and talk about some TV we’ve been watching.

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Movie Review: ‘Babes’ are the Best Buddies in Years


Director: Pamela Adlon
Writers: Ilana Glazer, Josh Rabinowitz
Stars: Ilana Glazer, Michelle Buteau, Hasan Minhaj

Synopsis: It tells the story of Eden who becomes pregnant from a one-night-stand and leans on her married best friend and mother of two to guide her.


A buddy comedy is only as good as the chemistry between the two leads. They have to be in sync and play off each other’s strengths. Often that means an odd couple, but it’s even better if they have their moments of balance between wild and reserved. There is such an alchemy in the performances of Ilana Glazer and Michelle Buteau. These two take every emotion and play it out between each other so superbly. They are the best buddies the buddy comedy has had in a while.

Babes takes everything that’s changed about comedy in the last 20 years and makes it work. The film is charming, heart warming, and hilarious. Not only is it a top notch buddy comedy, but it’s also a great body comedy. There have been several comedies about pregnancy and they have the pain, the screaming, the frustration; but they rarely go farther than one note into the nitty gritty. Babes takes us all the way through and then some. We get a pregnancy comedy that not only gives us one birth, but two, and builds on what happens after the baby is out while balancing everything that happens while the baby is still in. The good, the bad, and the gross things the human body goes through.

In a grossly funny scene, Eden (Ilana Glazer) is teaching her yoga class and morning sickness strikes. She doesn’t run to the bathroom, she doesn’t stop class, she doesn’t even stop talking, she pretends like nothing is happening. Eden takes her class through the poses as she does everything to keep her stomach contents in her body. She even goes far enough to have to swallow it back down, much to the disgust of the student directly in front of her. It’s a terrific work of physical comedy.

There’s a lot of terrific physical comedy in Babes, but its comedic heart is in the story penned by Ilana Glazer and Josh Rabinowitz. The two writers do the hardest work of a comedy in making this type of story fresh. It comes in the combinations of plots that all come together seamlessly. It’s the lifelong best friends trying to figure out how to be with each other as adults. It’s the new love blossoming. It’s the married couple trying to understand how they can really do this even if they have nothing but each other. It’s in the ludicrously funny C plot of an OB/GYN, Dr. Morris (John Carroll Lynch), who just can’t figure out how best to be bald. Glazer and Rabinowitz have found a great balance within this work.

The balance of this complex, but not convoluted, story is held intact by the superb direction of Pamela Adlon. Her eye for the comedic is unmatched. There’s a series of scenes in Babes that are utterly terrific, with Adlon putting her own spin on the New York City walk and talk. She stages a sit and chat on the subway. Eden travels a long way from her apartment to visit with Dawn (Michelle Buteau). She’s got to change trains three times. After good samaritan, Claude (Stephan James), keeps her from being trapped on a line going the wrong way, the two of them strike up a conversation because it turns out they live in the same neighborhood and have the same commute to make. Their chemistry is off the charts and results in the two of them spending the night together. It’s a terrific sequence with cinematographer Jeffrey Kim giving us different passenger points of view on the pair and editors Annie Eifrig and Elizabeth Merrick cutting together the best bits of this delightful sequence in tandem with Dawn’s troubles post birth. It’s a sequence that sets up so much of the film and the layers in between everything that’s to come.

There are some very predictable moments and Babes hardly reinvents the genre. It falls a bit toward that habit of late ’00s and early ’10s comedies that think there needs to be a lot of alternate improv takes within the same sequence, dragging the story down while we watch a sort of gag reel. Yet, there’s enough freshness and boldness that we can ignore the small voices in our heads and just revel in it. Babes is a hilarious, heartwarming, and empowering film. It’s the kind of comedy you need on the big screen. It demands laughs and tears among a room full of strangers having the same experience.

Grade: A

Movie Review: ‘Thelma the Unicorn’ Adds Sparkle To Substance


Directors: Jared Hess, Lynn Wang
Writers: Jared Hess, Jerusha Hess, Aaron Blabey
Stars: Brittany Howard, Will Forte, Jon Heder

Synopsis: When a rare pink and glitter-filled moment of fate makes Thelma the Pony’s wish of being a unicorn come true, she rises to instant international pop-superstar stardom, but at an unexpected cost.


Netflix animation cartoons, the majority of the time, can be cute, but the animation lacks a certain flair and individuality. For every Klaus, you have a dozen or so Pets United or The Magician’s Assistant. However, Thelma the Unicorn has that “it” factor, and vibrant animation that always falls short of Pixar, Disney, and DreamWorks is finally captured. It may not quite reach those lofty standards, but the artistry finally matches the inner beauty of its wonderful characters.

Based on Aaron Blabey’s children’s book series of the same name, Thelma the Unicorn follows Thelma (Brittany Howard of Alabama Shakes fame), a talented and adorable miniature pony who dreams of singing professionally with her friends. Thelma’s best friend, Otis (a very funny Will Forte), is a sweet donkey who amps up a mean electric guitar. Along with their affable drummer, a llama named Reggie (Napoleon Dynamite’s Jon Heder), they are The Rusty Buckets, a country-rock band destined for stardom. The only problem is that Thelma and The Rusty Buckets lack that “it” factor that is so popular nowadays.

That becomes all too apparent to Thelma when the band is not even allowed to perform during their farm community’s big bash, “The SparklePalooza.” It happens when the three-judge panel automatically votes in a trifecta of majestic horses who are all style and have little to no substance. It’s devastating to Thelma, who we see going back to hitching a wagon to her back to move manure over the past. However, soon, that wagon, without knowing it, will be hitched to a rising star.

That’s because while lamenting the chance that slipped through their fingers with Otis, a crusty trucker (Zach Galifianakis) with terrible driving skills and etiquette, transporting paint and glitter, takes a sharp turn and douses Thelma with a nice coat of sparkling stuff. Oh, and it just so happens that Thelma had a long, crooked carrot stuck to her forehead at the moment, making her look like a unicorn with that “it” factor those judges were talking about. Soon, she becomes a social media star, and Thelma gets a shot at stardom, but will she bring her friends with her?

Thelma the Unicorn is from Jared Hess, of Napolean Dynamite and Nacho Libre fame, who co-directed the film with Lynn Wang (Teen Titans Go!). They represent a new union of sorts of animation, where a live-action director teams up with an experienced creator of animation to offer a steady hand. (In this case, Don Hall and Blindspotting’s Carlos López Estrada in Raya the Last Dragon or The Week Of’s Robert Smigel pairing himself with Robert Marianetti and David Wachtenheim with Leo.) This offers a simple collaboration of specializations with comedy and artistry. 

Thelma the Unicorn is very funny while offering vibrant visuals and wonderful themes for parents and their children. There is a deep bench of experienced voice actors who display pitch-perfect comic timing. The trio of Edi Patterson and Jermaine Clement, who play an assistant and agent to a malicious Norwam (Ally Dixon), take turns garnering the most belly laughs as exaggerated versions of the Hollywood elite. You then have a series of ongoing gags with a group of four pool boys constantly dancing around, reminding me of Meekus and friends lighting a cigarette at a gas station in Zoolander

The message is substance over style regarding integrity, character, and inner beauty, rather than faux style and material possessions that can lead to issues of body image, self-esteem, and self-worth. The film also offers the rewards of resilience, friendship, and inner connections, as the characters will do anything to make a buck and keep their careers afloat. That’s the core of most mainstream animated family films, and Hess and Wang manage to evoke the essence of Blabey’s book series beautifully.

That said, Thelma the Unicorn is supported by a strong and dynamic voice performance, especially by singer Brittany Howard in her rousing musical numbers. Her soulful, gritty, and emotionally resonant voice and sassy comic delivery make her a remarkably versatile performer. 

While this animated film may lack the elevated artistry of the big animated studios, Thelma the Unicorn has more than enough going for it to bring humor and substance to the genre, uniting families and friends to enjoy together.

Grade: B

Podcast Review: La chimera

On this episode, JD and Brendan discuss Alice Rohrwacher’s absurdist comedy-period film La chimera, starring Josh O’Connor! Between this film and Challengers, O’Connor is having one heck of a 2024 so far, and he’s one of the biggest talking points here. There’s a lot to debate about La chimera, but his performance is not one of them.

Review: La chimera (4:00)
Director: Alice Rohrwacher
Writers: Alice Rohrwacher
Stars: Josh O’Connor, Carol Duarte, Vincenzo Nemolato

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Movie Review (Cannes 2024): ‘The Hyperboreans’ is Filmmaking At Its Most Surreal


Directors: Joaquín Cociña and Cristóbal León
Writers: Joaquín Cociña and Cristóbal León
Stars: Antonia Giesen, Francisco Visceral Rivera, Natalia Medina

Synopsis: A woman’s storytelling and illusions bring to life the controversial figure of Miguel Serrano, a Chilean writer who propagated esoteric Neo-Nazi philosophies, prompting contemplation about his place in history.


The Quinzaine de Cineastes (Directors Fortnight) is the perfect space for the filmmakers of tomorrow, the new voices that will shape the future of cinema. Many established and influential directors have brought their films to the Cannes Film Festival’s side program, stamping their names in one of the most underrated selections in all big European festivals. The committee in charge of choosing which films to play in the Quinzaine always tends to offer a variety of pictures with fascinating and creative ideas. But they always leave a spot or two for some heavily experimental, bold, and quite weird pictures that provoke the audience while leaving them astonished by the creativity and vision of the directors attached to these projects. 

In the past couple of years, we have had films by Bertrand Mandico (his gender-flipped version of Conan the Barbarian, She is Conann), Alex Garland (the imagery-focused and folk horror-inspired MEN), and Panos Cosmatos (the surrealistic revenge-thriller starring Nicholas Cage, Mandy). There are many other notable examples of these types of films. But these examples alone should let you know of the artistry and boldness at play here. This year, this “sacred” spot belongs to what may feasibly be the most inventive and surrealistic feature to screen at this year’s Cannes Film Festival, not only in the Quinzaine. That film is the sophomore outing by the Chilean directing duo Cristóbal León and Joaquín Cociña, The Hyperboreans (Los Hiperbóreos). 

León and Cociña present a captivating and enigmatic exposition of modern imaginative filmmaking at its most surreal state. The directing duo, known for their excellent stop-motion nightmare, The Wolf House, now take us on a more mind-bending journey. In The Hyperboreans, you’ll find yourself questioning what is real and what is not in the story, but one thing is certain: it’s a cinematic experience unlike any other. This work solidifies them as two of the industry’s most original and innovative minds today. Explaining, or even doing a brief synopsis, The Hyperboreans is a very arduous task, as reality and imagination, dreams and nightmares, and narrative and documentary filmmaking begin to blend as the film runs its course. But I will try to make it seem cohesive so the ready can follow along. 

A hypnotherapy-like image introduces us to the film; it feels like a portal that makes the viewer travel from their seat at the cinema to León and Cociña’s mad minds, where everything is intertwined and impossible to separate. After the image dissipates, we advance to a film studio covered in muted-colored drapes with an array of period costumes and puppets hanging from them. An actress is wandering around the large yet equally cramped room; practicing her lines before presenting herself to us. She seems nervous about what will happen; she is dithering, indecisive about whether it is a good idea or not to go on with the show. But she holds her chin up and sets herself in front of the camera. 

This can be described as Alice’s first step into the rabbit hole, yet instead of finding wonders and beauty, you get concoctions from purgatory. “Welcome to the set of The Hyperboreans”, the actress says via one of the many fourth-wall breaks and self-referential antics León and Cociña pull in this project. In a brief introduction about her life, she reveals herself as, well… herself, Antonia Giesen. The Chilean actress says that she is recognized for her work on the big screen, like Pablo Larrain’s underrated Ema and Leo Medel’s La Veronica, but most people don’t know that she is a clinical psychiatrist. As she continues her introductory monologue, Giesen tells us the story of the stolen negative of a film she starred in. The project was shot on celluloid, and the print was stolen before the director could digitalize the negatives. 

The police couldn’t find any evidence of the robbery, so the case never was solved. But the film we are watching is an opportunity to bring the lost film to life through the memories left of it. As soon as she says that, another step is taken into the rabbit hole. Giesen continues the story while changing the scenery behind her, making it look like a therapy room. It is an odd concoction that draws immediate intrigue due to reality and fiction colliding to form another story running concurrently with the one she’s telling the viewer. Giesen recalls a time when she was meeting a patient, known throughout the film as “El Metalero” (the Metalhead), who was struggling with his psychiatric treatment. 

As a last possibility to help him, she recommends that he write his thoughts down each day in a journal. During his daily scribes, he wrote a screenplay about a police officer in a sci-fi fantasy version of Chile. Intrigued by his ideas, Giesen makes the script a feature film. She turns to her filmmaker friends Cristóbal León and Joaquín Cociña, the directors playing more frenetic versions of themselves, to direct it, with Giesen playing the lead role. They all smile and are full of excitement to start production. But this is the point of no return; nobody is safe, not even the audience watching. If this description were two steps into the rabbit hole, only covering the first ten minutes of The Hyperboreans, then what’s next is an uncontrolled freefall into the abyss. 

Everything changes drastically; the tone, structure, stylistic approach, and atmosphere, amongst other things, alternate to a more surrealistic and experimental design. Men are turned into stop-motion puppets; bodies are transformed into different figures; there are stories within stories, psychoanalytic exploration of the effects of cinema, and a pitch-black version of a ‘Tale of Two Cities’. And that doesn’t cut it. León and Cociña create an array of weird, stirring machinations that feel tangible; you can grasp the scenery and everything around it with your fingertips, which shows the viewer how immersive this experience is on a technical side. They showed us their impressive talents in The Wolf House a few years ago. However, the expertise and attention to detail here, considering that they mix live-action with stop-motion animation and documentary filmmaking, is just an act of two cinematic magicians. There are many original films released year-round. But none of them manage to feel like this; those films don’t feel nearly as inspired as this. 

Unorthodox storytelling procedures being able to work out is always a thing that people should champion, especially in this manner. However, the immersiveness of the story also comes from an emotional side, which is a different ride on its own. While sometimes confusing and, in others, utmost inexplicable, the viewer senses a chill down their spine as the story progresses. The Hyperboreans is about one thing at first: the curious screenplay that “El Metalero” has written and how making it helps him mentally. Yet, it rapidly switches its gears and covers more ground than before; life, death, loss, and separation mix into a Molotov cocktail of pure gloom. This amalgamation takes a toll on you, feeling every inch of the atmosphere in your mind, body, and soul. 

The damnation clouds your head. And once it gets you, it never lets go. León and Cociña’s latest feels like the theater-play scene in Ari Aster’s Beau is Afraid, which they helped create, mixed with David Lynch’s Rabbits online series (also seen in his film Inland Empire) if they were a metatextual documentary on a crazy occultist. All of this may seem like a huge red flag for many viewers. But I felt captivated by it in every way possible, even if it’s hard to follow occasionally. This is some of the most creative and bold direction I have seen in a long time. I know that nothing at the festival could stand up to this in terms of cinematic innovation and despondency.

Grade: A-

The Story of ‘Eight Deadly Shots’ And Its Unintended Consequences

Thanks to the Criterion Channel and Martin Scorsese’s World Cinema Project, I was exposed to a miniseries that I had never heard of and a talented writer/director/actor buried in Finland’s cultural history. It was also based on a crime that, as sad as that is, while somewhat common in the United States, was beyond comprehension in Finland in 1969. It caught the eye of one of the country’s most talented filmmakers because he had known this life and could have easily fallen into the same trap if it weren’t for his passion for drama. 

Real Life Shots

Eight Deadly Shots is based on the tragic events of March 7, 1969, when four police officers were shot dead in a tiny village called Pihituputa. Tauno Pasanen, a farmer with a family, flew into a drunken rage, another in a string of cases that forced his family to flee for their safety and call the police. The officers went to calm Pasanen rather than arrest him, but the still-intoxicated Pasanen responded to their presence by firing his rifle from his home at each of the four officers. It lasted a minute before he told his neighbor to call the police and “pick up those carcasses.” Pasanen later said he had no motive or reason to shoot the police.

The crime shocked all of Finland and the four officers were buried together in a time of national mourning. Meanwhile, Pasanen was convicted and sentenced to life imprisonment for the quadruple homicide. His background was scrutinized and exposed a very horrible reality: rural poverty where Pasanen and thousands lived was rife and the use of illegal moonshine sold supplemented incomes. People like Pasanen drank their moonshine as a way to cope, leading to deadly results. Someone familiar with that life was Mikko Niskanen, who grew up in similar circumstances before attending drama school. 

Shooting Shots Of A Snowy Loneliness

Niskanen found success in his home country with films including The Boys (1962) and Under Your Skin (1966), winning Finland’s version of the Oscars, the Jussi, six times for Best Director. He was a major star already when he decided, against the wishes of many, to create a fictionalized version of the killings. The budget for his four-part film (it was planned to be 80 minutes) was less than what he wanted, and after almost killing his cinematographer during the recreation of the shooting, the studio was ready to end the project. Niskanen was able to convince them otherwise and finished the film on time.

In 1972, three years after the real-life tragedy, Eight Deadly Shots was released to universal acclaim. The story follows Pasi, married with a wife and kids trying to make ends meet while working on the farm, but he falls more and more into debt as crops begin failing. With his fellow neighbors, Pasi makes moonshine to sell, but is harassed by the police who disrupt their work. Taking to moonshine personally, he begins arguing with his wife on what are small issues, but causes more and more anguish before a drunken fight turns into a violent event.

The miniseries is a piece of social realism, shooting on location and using non-professional actors with some professional ones to capture a more realistic portrayal. Niskanen even followed a method acting tactic by drinking like his character and slept in similar accommodations which affected his sleep and normal functions while working. The crew was small and Niskanen would shoot some scenes alone while members of the crew made the drive up from Helsinki to a tiny town in central Finland. Sound mixing in the elements was found to be a lot harder due to continuous winds which interrupted the filming. It was, like Tauno Pasanen, made under the influence when Niskanen fired live rounds – not blanks – which almost caused production to be totally scrapped. He was forced to shoot the rest in the controlled environment in Helsinki where he could be watched.

Upon release, it was universally acclaimed in Finland. Among those who watched the film was then-President Urho Kekkonen with Niskanen at a private screening and praised the film. A copy was shown to Pasanen in prison and said of it, “This is so true that it makes me laugh and cry at times. That is how life was back there. My fate in life was so accurately portrayed that it is like ripped from my soul.” Those who spoke negatively of it were families of the deceased police officers who saw it as being too sympathetic to the man who was a mass murderer. 

A Twist Ending

Years after the killing, Pasanen and others wrote letters of support for clemency as people began seeing the acts caused by circumstances rather than outright evil. In 1982, Pasanen was given a pardon by President Mauno Koivisto and moved to a new town to be closer to his ex-wife, who divorced him while he was imprisoned, but remained close. The home where they lived and the scene of the massacre had been demolished. Per all accounts, things were fine for Pasanen, despite strong protests by law enforcement that a multi-cop killer had been freed and neighbors of their new town were weary to have Pasanen around them.

Then, in 1996, an intoxicated Pasanen called the police to his home. After a drunken argument, Pasanen had strangled his ex-wife to death, but had no memory of the killing. Understandably, this brought back memories of his first deadly killings and anger as to why such a convict was given freedom despite the heinousness of his actions. Pasanen only served seven years for manslaughter and, as of May 2024, is still alive and living very quietly back home near his adult children. 

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Movie Review: ‘Aisha’ Is a Profoundly Humanistic Piece of Cinema


Directors: Frank Berry
Writers: Frank Berry
Stars: Letitia Wright, Josh O’Connor

Synopsis: While caught for years in Ireland’s immigration system Aisha Osagie develops a close friendship with former prisoner Conor Healy. This friendship soon looks to be short lived as Aisha’s future in Ireland comes under threat.


Frank Berry’s Aisha opens with a group of people moving joyously to drums. Dancing and reaching – freedom of movement and expression which is soon curtailed by an argument over who has the right to be in the recreation room. Wherever the people are they are on contested ground. That place is Ireland, and they are in a temporary refugee centre. 

Aisha (Letitia Wright) is a young Nigerian woman, fragile in frame, but steeled against the consistent blockages and aggressions both small and large from the Irish immigration services. “You keep this up, and see where it gets you,” she is warned. Her transgression is to ask that the centre pass on vital information to her in a timely manner, or to be given “permission” to eat food which conforms to her religious background. To be granted asylum she has to jump through not only the bureaucratic hoops set up by an antagonistic system but also weather constant dehumanisation.   

A newcomer to the Embankment Security Services, Conor (Josh O’Connor) finds Aisha’s attitude curious and strikes up a tentative friendship with her. He’s not the brightest spark – in fact Aisha is far more educated than he, but he’s gentle and good humored. He has a vulnerability to him which Aisha responds to. Later we find out that Conor is an ex-prisoner who is carrying scars from abuse. His honesty with Aisha leads to her feeling she can perhaps open up about what occurred in Nigeria. 

Berry doesn’t shy away from the cruelty and ignorance which exists within Ireland. People simply don’t know basic information such as the official language of Nigeria is English. Aisha’s forbearance only extends so far. She doesn’t dislike the general populace of Ireland – but she is made constantly aware that she is “other” to them. As in life, there is no monolith – Aisha’s boss at the hairdressing salon is supportive and offers her accommodation when she is randomly moved south to Glentill. The Glentill supervisor is kind to her. The varied faces in the film represent “process” more often than people.  

Aisha is seeking an international protection order which will lead to a petition to remain. What happened to her in Nigeria is horrifying and Berry takes his time revealing the full extent of what happened to Aishatu and her family (her mother being the only surviving member trapped in Lagos). Because Aisha is not only witnessed the death of her father and brother but was sexually assaulted – she is unable to remember “details” in the manner expected from Immigration services.  

One of the most powerful scenes in the film is made up of voices speaking ostensibly to Aisha – but speaking directly to the audience. Women speak of the fear of deportation, but also of their constant re-traumatisation by immigration services. “We were tortured there, and we are punished for that here” is the consistent sentiment.  

There is more than a touch of Ken Loach in Berry’s film. Social realism lost a legend with the retirement of Loach, but directors such as Frank Berry exist to keep the flame burning. To question the institutions extant in one’s own country with nuance is complex. Berry also doesn’t suggest there is an easy solution – Aisha doesn’t wrap up with a definitive ending.  

Letitia Wright is giving the finest performance of her career thus far. As Aishatu Osagie she expresses emotions which range from determination to dissociation. The romance that never can be with Conor (a wonderfully understated performance by O’Connor) is the closest thing she has to unconditional support in Ireland. Aisha’s weariness and rage blur into a state where she is losing a sense of self. Aisha was once a daughter, a sister, a person – but through an act of heinous violence in Nigeria and four years caught in the purgatory of the immigration system she becomes none of those things.  

Aisha is a profoundly humanistic piece of cinema. Berry used experiences shared by people seeking asylum in Ireland to inform his script. By foregrounding Wright and O’Connor as the key performances, Aisha lets other voices be heard – voices of the dispossessed in Ireland and those around the world. We hear people, we see people – even if for only a few moments – and understand there is person asking they be granted safety. Aisha is social realism at its finest. 

Grade: A-

Podcast Review: Kingdom of the Planet of the Apes

On this episode, JD and Brendan dig into the religious themes of Wes Ball’s latest film Kingdom of the Planet of the Apes! We are massive fans of this franchise, and even though we were a little reserved based off its marketing, the film ended up being way better than we anticipated. It isn’t perfect, but its symbolism leaves plenty to be explored and we have a lot of fun talking through it.

Review: Kingdom of the Planet of the Apes (4:00)
Director: Wes Ball
Writers: Josh Friedman
Stars: Owen Teague, Freya Allan, Kevin Durand, Peter Macon

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Movie Review: ‘IF’ Is a Big, Warmhearted Crowd-Pleaser


Directors: John Krasinski
Writers: John Krasinski
Stars: Cailey Fleming, Ryan Reynolds, John Krasinski

Synopsis: A young girl who goes through a difficult experience begins to see everyone’s imaginary friends who have been left behind as their real-life friends have grown up.


One of my main issues with family films, or those that strive to be heartwarming and emotional, is that they often fail to fulfill the promise of the big scene the film aims for. However, if the family-friendly picture IF never squanders the big, emotional moment that provides a greater payoff for the audience, IF is a big, warmhearted, and hopeful mainstream crowd-pleaser. In other words, it’s an IF-ing great family-friendly flick, full of love and levity that you and your children won’t soon forget.

The story, derived from an original script by John Krasinski, is followed by a young girl named Bea (played by Cailey Fleming of Star Wars: The Force Awakens and Loki fame), who is currently going through an emotional roller coaster. That’s because Bea is a child in crisis. Her mother died of cancer when she was young. Now, her father (Krasinski) is in the hospital with a heart issue—something so critical he has to have surgery. The script wisely stays out of the medical minutia because this is, after all, a family picture.

That means Bea is staying with her grandmother (a great Fiona Shaw) in Brooklyn, whom she hasn’t seen since childhood. Her grandmother even tries to be shown a box of drawings she made the last time they visited. There, in her grandmother’s apartment building, out of the corner of her eye, she sees an excitable (and animated) humanoid butterfly they call Blossom (Phoebe Waller-Bridge), accompanied by her human friend, Cal (a charming, as always, Ryan Reynolds).

Cal is the leader of the IFs, a group of imaginary friends for whom he is trying to help find homes. Bea follows them out at night into the streets of Brooklyn as her grandmother sleeps. Where are they going? To extract Blue (Steve Carell), a hopelessly optimistic gigantic purple furry thing who has failed to connect with the current child he has been assigned to. As they humorously try to escape the top-floor Brooklyn apartment, Reynolds catches Bea staring at him and realizes Bea has the same ability he does, seeing imaginary friends, including Blue and Blossom, who are standing behind her.

It is a new original film from John Krasinski, his fourth effort behind the camera. While initially, you may worry that this is an attempt to make a film to straighten out his R-rated directional filmography for a big payday, you slowly begin to realize the steady hand he brings to such a fun and friendly family picture. Krasinski brings notes of classic fantasy family fairs, like Big Fish, The BFG, and even Charlotte’s Web, where the main character meets a handful of crazy, eccentric, and downright adorable characters.

Krasinski’s script is more mainstream, so there are very few moments of sobering reality. That’s because a film has been crafted by him that practices the parenting skill of “the glad game,” which is almost therapeutic in a way where, in this case, Bea is being taught to look at the positive in any negative situation. You’ll notice how Krasinski’s character makes a fun game every time Bea visits him in the hospital, pretending to dance with a woman he created out of an IV stand or leaving a note for his daughter to run for it as he ties bed sheets like a rope and lays them towards the window. The message is calming, always sweetly silly, and maybe a little saccharine, but it never fails to be endearing.

IF does have its moments of sophomoric humor, which is a prerequisite for the family film genre nowadays. However, it only happens a small handful of times. Most of the humor involves Reynolds, who adds a surprising amount of straight man heart, along with the IF characters. Steve Carell is hilarious, as is Blue and Awkwafina’s Bubble. In fact, the voice cast is full of stars, including George Clooney (Space Man), Bradley Cooper (Ice Cube), Blake Lively, Emily Blunt (Unicorn), Matt Damon (Sunny the Flower), Amy Schumer (Gummy Bear), and more, including the late Louis Gossett, Jr., as Lewis the Elderly Bear in one of his final roles, which is quite poignant here. 

However, most of the movie is held together by the downright adorable Cailey Fleming, who never tries to act older than she is but is still able to communicate the type of anxiety with a single, stoic, and eloquent glance that gives IF the kind of grounding it desperately needs. That’s because children create imaginary friends to create emotional regulation that is being pulled in different directions because of loneliness, which offers guidance out of solitude. That can be because Bea has no mother, stays with her grandmother, falls asleep on the couch, has little time with her father, and roams the streets of Brooklyn at night alone. 

When you watch enough movies like IF, the plot becomes rather apparent. Yes, the story is somewhat original, borrowing from many. You cannot help but think the setup and Blue character were easily lifted from the Pixar classic franchise, Monsters, Inc. Yet, you cannot help but be emotionally manipulated and swept into the plight of Bea and how often solitude and loneliness are felt in adulthood. That makes the story of IF universal; as Randy Newman would say, “You’ve Got a Friend in Me.”

Grade: B+

Episode 585: Mrs. Miniver

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This week on the InSession Film Podcast, we continue our Best Picture Movie Series with the William Wyler 1942 war drama Mrs. Miniver! We also talk about the Apes franchise, the new Gollum prequel and we raise a glass to the late-great Roger Corman!

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– Franchises / Kingdom of the Planet of the Apes / Gollum Prequel (2:24)
We begin the show this week by, you guessed it, talking further about the franchising of Hollywood with the recent news of a new Gollum prequel movie that will be directed by and star Andy Serkis. We talk about why that’s an odd choice even if we love Serkis as an actor. However; the conversation spins to franchises on the whole and we once again bring up Kingdom of the Planet of the Apes as one of the best doing it right now.

– Roger Corman (32:31)
Roger Corman may not be a household name, but his influence during a pivotal era of Hollywood is unmatched, making him one of the most important figures in cinema history. We don’t get Jack Nicholson, Martin Scorsese, Peter Bogdanovich, Francis Ford Coppola, and many others without Corman. His passing is sad, however there is plenty to celebrate and we add our voices of praise to the choir. 


RELATED: Listen to Episode 516 of the InSession Film Podcast where we discussed our Top 10 Movies of 2023!


– Best Picture Movie Series: Mrs. Miniver (53:03)
We continue our Best Picture Movie Series in the 1940s with William Wyler’s Oscar-winning film Mrs Miniver. There is a fascinating conversation to be had about this film regarding its production and what we see on-screen. Given its subject matter, and the tension of WWII, the film went on to garner 12 Oscar-nominations, including five for acting, and winning a bunch of them along the way. It hit the zeitgeist in a visceral way that no other movie had in 1942. Some might see it as propaganda, but we do our best to push back against that a little bit and talk about why the film works great on its own terms, especially inside the context of what was at stake in 1942.

– Music
Gollum’s Song – Emiliana Torrini
Mrs. Miniver Main Theme – Herbert Stothart

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Movie Review: ‘Sunrise’ is Too Many Movies In One


Director: Andrew Baird
Writer: Ronan Blaney
Stars: Alex Pettyfer, Guy Pearce, Crystal Yu

Synopsis: A man, Fallon (Alex Pettyfer) roams the land as a creature of the night as he comes to terms with tragic loss of his family at the hands of a brutal demagogue, Reynolds (Guy Pearce).


After harassment from the ruthless, racist baron Joe Reynolds (Guy Pearce), Yan (Crystal Yu) takes in the mysterious and hungry for blood Fallon (Alex Pettyfer). Years before, Fallon was also terrorized by Reynolds and his mother (Olwen Fouéré) and left as an offering to The Red Coat – a cryptic figure said to roam the local wilderness. Yan’s son Edward (William Gao) intends to take revenge on Reynolds, but not before Fallon has a chance for his own bloody vengeance thanks to The Red Coat.

Director Andrew Baird (Zone 414) opens the 2024 horror drama Sunrise with warnings of First Nations demons and sacrificial appeasement to the forest evils demanding blood. I appreciate that this small production means there’s no period prologue, but dang I would have liked to have seen this history. After a disturbing hate crime and strong arming a farmer into a crooked deal and ultimately worse, Sunrise jumps to three months later and continues restarting as we meet everyone amid reports of dead animals and fears that The Red Coat has returned. Some of the rowdy men cursing and daring the meek to do something is hammy, but the rah rah speeches and big man over the top feel accurate as they readily draw guns and abuse authority. Bills pile up on the table, the bullying escalates, and chickens are killed to provide fresh blood, yet the horror and the hazing remain disjointed. Early on it’s quite apparent that Sunrise is at least two stories in one and there’s not enough time for everything. Is this about the vampire rescued by the immigrant family, The Red Coat giveth and taketh undercurrent, or the real world horror commentary that could have been a straight drama without anything supernatural?

The point of view struggles between our Asian family and the bad guys whilst also showing Red Coat flashbacks from our vampire drifter – first with the bloody feedings, then intercut with “ten years earlier” onscreen notations, which are definitely needed because everything looks the same. Unlike other independent productions that endeavor with a one and the same writer/director and no second eye, perhaps Baird and writer Ronan Blaney (Love Bite) simply needed more time to cohesively polish this framework. The individual dramas and horrors are not necessarily confusing, but the noticeable juggling makes the audience pause, clarify, and ask; why wasn’t the story just told in order? Sunrise should have opened with the supernatural Red Coat horror that allows the subsequent revenge to take place so viewers can appreciate the delirium in the woods and bloody comeuppance without deflating, contrived detours. Seemingly natural deaths force villains to remember their killer part as subtle visions of The Red Coat come back to haunt them. One’s usual drink doesn’t taste right after a bite on the neck, but why The Red Coat kills one and imbues another with his blood is not important – only the fear, anger, and just desserts.

The Loi Family is obviously struggling without their father, and Crystal Yu (Casualty) objects to the suggestion that her husband has left her. Yan has the rifle at the ready, for she isn’t afraid but knows she can’t trust the police. Teen son William Gao (Heartstopper) is bullied on the school bus, but they agree to help this drifter in their barn until he’s well. The youngest daughter brings her tea set and doctor kit to help him, adding innocence to the bittersweet conversations. Yan recounts being stigmatized since her family’s arrival in America, telling of a deceased family member written off as just another thing on the nurse’s to-do list. The Lois continue to face go back where you came from apathy, and Sunrise simply does not give them enough time when this should be their story. 

As the brooding Fallon hides in the corner as daylight slivers across the room, top billed producer Alex Pettyfer (The Infernal Machine) should have actually received the “and” credit. His past connection to The Red Coat is only given piecemeal to the audience; even when the bullied Edward tells Fallon he doesn’t know what it’s like and wants to take revenge on Reynolds and asks for Fallon’s help, the teen receives nothing but platitudes. Fallon inexplicably never tells anyone who he is and what has happened to him and his Black wife at the hands of Reynolds, unfairly withholding the reasons for his own vengeance from characters who could benefit from them. Setting Fallon’s story ten years prior compared to perhaps a more immediate ten months makes viewers wonder what he’s been doing for the past decade. Why is he helping on the farm, defending The Lois, keeping watch, and taking the sheriff’s gun now? If Sunrise is Fallon’s story, why didn’t we begin with him? He asks The Lois to trust him when he tells them to leave and pursues Reynolds at the church and ultimately to the forest but his vengeance only happens because the movie is over, not because Fallon took any proactive action. Sunrise has too many characters when our strong Chinese Woman or the harassed immigrant son could have teamed with The Red Coat themselves.

Ma Reynolds Olwen Fouéré (Zone 414) drinks her medicine in the back of their bar, admitting they aren’t peace loving, reasonable people and she’ll take action over her belief in The Red Coat. She thinks he laughs at them, lingering in the wilderness while their petty fears feed him. Her son Guy Pearce (Memento) disagrees, but he buttons up her shirt for her and kisses her a little too long on the lips – a subtle indication of how nasty and insular The Reynolds are. 

Joe says trouble is caused when people are where they aren’t supposed to be, and his good kinfolk don’t mix with “you people” and he will make “them” understand, quoting the Bible as he washes his hands. Reynolds even praises the hard working immigrants and their smartness compared to his lazy hangers-on – oozing his perceived superiority with demented slurs, vile insults, and such ingrained, deep seeded ease. He wears a seemingly suave suit but looks the hooligan, blabbing that he knows everyone’s secrets, affairs, and crimes. Joe picks and chooses chapter and verse, smiling as he threatens to cut the throat of the next person who disrespects him. He’ll look after his own, yet Sunrise under-utilizes Reynolds’ daughter, a quiet teen afraid to be touched for obviously icky reasons who’s more a plot point than a fully realized character. From the pulpit, Joe spouts his self-appointed ideology to keep people in their place because the system is broken when it benefits others freely without serving him first. Sunrise‘s best scenes are when Reynolds’ evil meets the horror as he delivers a disturbing eulogy and gory consequences. Unlike other pandemic projects where Pearce has had a smaller role but still participated in numerous virtual press interviews and podcasts, I understand why he didn’t for Sunrise, for he already said all that’s needed in this despicably effortless characterization. What’s most horrifying is you know damn well there are such backwoods people and places in America like this – probably a lot closer than we’d like to think.


The Irish production stands in well for the Pacific Northwest thanks to the misty forest and rural buildings, and it’s a pity small ninety minute films like this can’t be made unless there are fifteen a production of/in association with companies listed in the open credits. There’s thirty-two producers listed, too, which is a lot. The red imagery among the rustic greenery is a little on the nose, yet it’s also welcome amid the otherwise mellow palette thanks to blood, red trucks, the shadowed moon, neon signs, and firelight suggesting the Chinese positive red as well as our Republican negative. Radio exposition and deer heads displayed in the general store hit home the back country. 

However, the interior scenes are too dark and mood lighting should not call attention to itself. It’s noticeably jarring when we cutaway to sunny dream flashes, overhead meandering drives through the woods, and unnecessary incidental shots of animals. Transition shots are also slow, panning too long over coloring books when not every scene has to have an establishing shot. Repeated shots of smoking, lighters, and ashtrays likewise seem to be edgy cool foreshadowing, yet they come off as unnatural, and rapid horror flashes don’t look cool – they just remind us the picture is out of order. Herky jerky camerawork reflecting delirium prevents us from seeing the character’s struggle, and shaky cam, swirling haze during the one on one fighting feels low budget, cutting corners so we don’t see the action. Excess heavy breathing sounds and every single footstep creaking are a bit much, but fortunately, the low heartbeat we hear even with a toy stethoscope and tolling church bells provide gothic touches. Sunrise also shrewdly does not rely on gore, providing choice blood drops, neck bites, dead birds, and dipping hands in the bloody bowl.

Despite imminent danger, the pace in Sunrise is uneven, drawn out in some scenes before everything seems easily resolved with an ironic staking and fiery finish. Although The Red Coat is a minor supernatural element allowing the vengeance to happen, the narrative framework is frustrating with poor editing and not enough time to tell the whole story. Montages and piecemeal tellings don’t develop an emotional feeling the way a linear structure would build justice. Sunrise never decides which one of the good guys done wrong we should invest in – viewers know where our hate is because the real world horrors are more recognizable. The farmer seeking the American dream finds out that not only does it not exist, but it’s actually a nightmare, and he’s blamed for the violence because he didn’t leave when he was told. It’s interesting that a non-American production has that handle on all our flaws, but Sunrise doesn’t hone in on the straightforward drama nor can you expect all out horror – leaving viewers to notice mistakes in the narrative. This is certainly watchable several times for the performances and the social commentary, but Sunrise doesn’t quite put it all together, trying to do too much and rushing what could have been a chilling examination.

Grade: C

Movie Review: ‘Poolman’ is a Disaster Better Off Down The Drain


Director: Chris Pine
Writers: Chris Pine, Ian Gotler
Stars: Chris Pine, Jennifer Jason Leigh, Danny DeVito

Synopsis: Darren Barrenman is an unwavering optimist and native Angeleno who spends his days looking after the pool of the Tahitian Tiki apartment block and fighting to make his hometown a better place to live.


At the opening of Poolman, there is a sequence that lulls and cradles us into a process. The process is testing and maintaining a small pool. We watch Darren (Chris Pine) in this process and it shows dedication to a craft. The craft of filmmaking is on display here, as well, with Pine as director leading his craftspeople into a stellar sequence. Matthew Jensen as cinematographer builds the sequence capturing several points of view to help us understand the process. Editor Stacey Schroeder cuts the sequence into a beautiful flow that speeds up and slows down like the waves in the tide. It’s a tremendous shame the rest of the film doesn’t live up to this potential.

The tragedy about this comedy is that the script’s an absolute mess. Chris Pine and Ian Gotler obviously wear their influences on their sleeves with the overlapping dialogue of Robert Altman, the comedic ensemble tenor of the Coen brothers, and the convoluted, twisting plots of Robert Towne. The problem is that none of that works in concert with each other. That overlapping dialogue is nonsense and aggravating, Darren (Chris Pine) isn’t anywhere near The Dude’s charming slacker, and to have a complex convoluted plot you need to come up with your own instead of cribbing all the answers from Towne’s masterpiece, Chinatown.

It’s ridiculous that an L.A. noir pastiche would twist itself in so many knots referencing Chinatown so overtly. So overtly in fact that Darren himself begins to just tell everyone else how much like Chinatown this situation is. Poolman almost begs its audience to walk out of this film and watch a much better one instead. It’s likely because Poolman doesn’t know what it wants to be. It is a comedy, but it’s not funny in a laugh out loud kind of way. It’s funny in that way in which you recognize the comedy of a scene and can nod along noting the humor inherent there.

It’s likely that the film loses its way because its protagonist is so unlikeable. Not unlikeable like a Diablo Cody heroine, like most people in a Yorgos Lanthimos film, or a Paul Schrader diarist. He’s unlikeable because he’s a tremendous narcissist in the most uninteresting of ways. Darren masquerades as an activist, a person who cares about making Los Angeles better for people, but only wants to make Los Angeles better for his own nostalgia. He cares so little about the actual feelings of the people who surround him, is so lost in his head about everything around him, that the character actually sucks the charm out of any performance Chris Pine could give and that man has more charisma than two of the four currently famous handsome white guy Chrises combined. Which is why it’s sad that the only scene where Darren isn’t steamrolling over someone else and actually listening ends without him learning the true lesson underneath.

Yes, there is a pointedly good scene within Poolman. It comes as Stephen Toronkowski (Stephen Tobolowsky) finishes a performance of his secret passion project and Darren confronts him in the dressing room. Darren is thinking he has it all figured out. Toronkowski, Darren’s foil on the L.A. city council, sits the poolman down and has an intimate talk with him. They share a beautiful moment of honesty and humanity. It’s an actual conversation with give and take. It’s a breath of fresh air the way it is because of the genius of Tobolowsky’s performance style. Even in an out of character outfit, the actor can find a beautiful slice of character work. It’s cut way too short because Darren has to get back to his Chinatown shenanigans, but it gives a tiny glimmer of hope that the film could have had a point or something under its surface. When taken as a whole, it’s obvious Poolman is just window dressing.

Poolman is anachronistic, derivative, pointless style over substance. The most irksome affectation isn’t in the cars from the early 20th century or the fact that they use outdated physical media, but in that there are two tough guys with no lines dressed exactly like Crockett and Tubbs from the “Miami Vice” TV show. Is this a reference to police corruption? Is this a nod to a great detective show? Are these characters detectives of some kind? It’s never made explicit and the answer is probably inane. Poolman is full of tedium like this. It dives deeply into unfunny absurdity, wanting us to wade in with it, so it can drag us to the deep end and dunk us into a passionless film full of uninteresting noodles of ideas. It has so much potential, but, like its main character, it is too full of itself to actually want to succeed.

Grade: D

Movie Review: ‘The Idea of You’ is Saved By Hathaway


Director: Michael Showalter
Writer: Robinne Lee, Michael Showalter, Jennifer Westfeldt
Stars: Anne Hathaway, Nicholas Galitzine, Ella Rubin

Synopsis: Solène, a 40-year-old single mom, begins an unexpected romance with 24-year-old Hayes Campbell, the lead singer of August Moon, the hottest boy band on the planet.


If there’s one thing the world needs more of, it’s solid, sweet films that allow big name actors and actresses to show off great chemistry and individual charm. That’s not a facetious statement, we genuinely need more of this. So often, the middle of the road romance and rom-com lacks the kind of star power to attract a big audience. Fortunately Michael Showalter’s The Idea of You, starring Anne Hathaway and Nicholas Galitzine, delivers just that. The film sees Solène (Hathaway) as an art gallery owner in Silver Lake have to last minute chaperone her daughter and her friends at Coachella where one of the bands is August Moon, with heartthrob Hayes Campbell as the band’s centerpiece. After a chance encounter in Hayes’ trailer (featuring an all time Mr. Pibb product placement), he and Solène have several interactions throughout the festival and it’s clear that Hayes is quite smitten with her. 

Much of the film’s early tension revolves around the fact that Solène is 16 years older than Hayes, the former having just celebrated her 40th birthday. The implications of this kind of age gap, particularly an older woman with a younger man, are seen throughout the movie. The reactions from certain people as they discover the love affair are less than positive, and, at times, outright antagonistic. This not only affects the couple themselves, but many of the people they are closest to in the world. 

The best thing The Idea of You has going for it is the chemistry between its two leads. They are incredibly believable as love interests, and you can feel the tension rise from the second they meet. Anne Hathaway is great as always, and truly blows everyone else out of the water. She has no need to give as good of a performance in this as she does, but it truly is remarkable. Nicholas Galitzine’s star continues to rise as he gives a decent Harry Styles-infused popstar performance. With well received turns in the Netflix quick hit Purple Hearts and the over-the-top comedy Bottoms in recent years, Galitzine continues to show promise as both a leading man and a supporting character. While there are some side characters, this really is a two person show with not much coming from outside the leads. 

The script and direction from Jennifer Westfeldt and Michael Showalter are where the film starts to unravel. Showalter is known for his intentionally over-practical visual style, and it doesn’t quite work here. There’s a blandness that can be seen all throughout the movie, even when we are whisked away with Solène to New York and extravagant places in Europe. None of the locations pop off the screen or feel special or romantic in any way. In addition to this, the way the script approaches the driving conflict between Solène and Hayes’ age gap is not really earned or even realistic. Once people in the world find out about their relationship, all kinds of derisive social media comments are shown that feel as if they were generated by a bot. They may be mean or have a similar opinion, but these just feel made up to make the conflict bigger than it actually is. The Idea of You does pose the interesting question of whether the difference in age would matter as much if the genders were swapped, but doesn’t follow through on exploring that to the depth it deserves. 

Without Anne Hathaway’s star power and incredible performance, this movie would come across as another lazy romance from a streamer that knows it will get views from a particular demographic and not much else. She elevates a below average script and helps it to far exceed its potential had there been any lesser actress in the role. While her performance is stunning, it is not enough to save the otherwise plain and contrived storytelling that unfolds as the film inches closer to its climax. Hopefully more stars like Hathaway will come to the aid of these borderline Hallmark films and turn out similarly stellar turns to make them more widely seen by bigger audiences.

Grade: C+

Chasing The Gold: This Year’s Hair and Makeup and a Multiverse of Freaks

With every awards conversation comes the inevitable question: Where will this film go? Where will film institutes and guilds place it? What is its most striking aspect? 

Hair and Makeup award recognition is a frustrating category. For one, you have the likes of Dune: Part Two or Sasquatch Sunset, where actors spend hours in the makeup chair, wearing a full-body suit or foam latex prosthetics to enable their movement but also enhance their performance as freaks, creatures of unearthly worlds and spaces.

Or is it Challengers? It is a film that uses the hair of its characters to make bolder statements on their age, power, and social status while manipulating sweat beads to intensify the action on the court and heighten the sexual tension. Would Abigail be a player in the game? An ancient vampire, prosthetic teeth, and contacts that bring out the scariest Evil Seed-like vampire child? The hair and makeup teams take viewers to extremes, from athletic skin and hair to bloody faces and greasy locks. In a heated year boasting thousands and thousands of bloody faces and knuckles, actors grossing people out with all kinds of fluids covering them from head to toe, how deserving is a film to enter the conversation?

Scanning past Academy Award nominees and winners, some notable wins include The Fly in 1986, and with Love Lies Bleeding entering the game, one can see how the wonderful transformation of Jena Malone’s character alone may garner award buzz. The characters in Rose Glass’s lesbian erotic bloodbath go through all kinds of disfigurements, their faces and features distorted by fluids and bruises. Makeup artists enjoy having actors’ faces as their tapestry on which they place their most creative, gruesome works of art.

The Hair and Makeup category may also recognize the more traditional role of an actor transforming into multiple characters using different hairstyles and prosthetics. Among those films will be Hit Man, starring the new Hollywood square-jawed leading man Glen Powell. Here, hair and makeup work is only elevated by the actor’s natural ‘rizz’ or suave movie star aura. 

Some films will walk the fine line between realism and fantastical. Evaluating the Hair and Makeup work will be insane and unbelievably complex for movies on polar ends. Surely, a film like Kingdom of the Planet of the Apes is a favorable contender, but what about In a Violent Nature? How are they comparable or on a familiar scale of assessment? It seems unfair that work on a film starring everyday people can be placed on the same pedestal as a biopic or a period piece. -shudders-

Hair and makeup nominations seem like a foregone conclusion for many 2024 titles already released. But, with the exemption of Dune: Part Two and Love Lies Bleeding, the hair and makeup work on many of those films haven’t caught my attention. I say this with apologies to the likes of Monkey Man, Atlas, Immaculate, Back to Black, and Abigail. The meat of this category lies in the second half of the year, when Furiosa, Nosferatu, Joker: Folie à Deux, The Crow, and MaXXXine will be released in cinemas. It’s a year with an obvious knack for the theatrics, and one can only expect more from films released later. But as far as an award race goes, lights are dimmed, and expectations are subdued, as that spark of a visually exciting, stunning, and sensual film is yet to be seen by hungry cinephiles and film critics alike.

‘Challengers’: The Tragedy of Cat Zimmerman

Note: This piece contains major plot spoilers for Challengers

The most widely seen shot in Luca Guadagnino’s Challengers is Zendaya on a hotel room bed, flanked by her co-stars Mike Faist and Josh O’Connor. It’s the most talked about part of the movie’s hype cycle, featured in many articles and social media posts for the film. I’ve seen Challengers twice in packed theaters, and you can feel the anticipation for the scene to play out, with the promise of homoeroticism being fulfilled. Yes, the scene on the bed is quite fascinating to behold in its depiction of sexual manipulation and euphoria. For me, however, it’s the previous part of the sequence that holds my interest. And I wonder if it’s the key to understanding the dynamic between Tashi (Zendaya), Art (Faist), and Pat (O’Connor). 

Tashi sits in a triangle on the floor with Art and Pat, probing about their obvious bromance. They play together, went to a tennis academy together, and are rooming together. She asks about their dating life, knowingly teasing out their mutual attraction to her and testing them. Tashi then asks if either of the two of them ever… She gives a look and, at first, Art and Pat staunchly deny anything ever happened between the two of them. But Pat reveals, much to Art’s embarrassment, the time Pat taught Art how to masturbate when they were pre-teens. They were both talking about a girl in their class, Cat Zimmerman. Tashi asks who got to date Cat Zimmerman after. No one, because a week later she got injured and had to quit tennis. It doesn’t matter anyway, because “she sucked.” And so the homoerotic tension between Art and Pat was born. Whatever happened to poor Cat Zimmerman is left a mystery, but one can assume that her tennis career ended there. 

Cat’s unfortunate injury is repeated years later when Tashi suffers what turns out to be a career-ending injury. Right before that fateful match, she and then-boyfriend Pat have a vicious fight. They’re about to have sex; Tashi is talking about tennis and his game, mentioning Art in between their moans. But Pat doesn’t want to talk about tennis, and resists Tashi’s coaching. They stop and fight about their roles in the relationship, with house music blaring so loud you can barely hear the dialogue. Some might read this as Tashi being distracted by their fight enough to lose focus and injure herself. However, I don’t think that’s the whole story. 

Right before that fight scene, you have the churro scene between Pat and Art. They discuss Art inserting himself into Tashi and Pat’s relationship, which he denies. Pat seems amused by the whole thing, essentially proud of Art for showing some kind of passion and self-interest. It makes his relationship hotter, Pat says, knowing that his best friend is pining over his girlfriend. Again we see Art and Pat project their bromance onto a woman they are both attracted to. Their body language is intimate: Pat using his foot to scoot over a stool for Art, or their shared churros. Again, sex is a somewhat shared experience between them, even if vicariously. And again some time later, their shared object of desire is injured on the court. Only this time that woman is Tashi, a tennis prodigy whose entire life revolves around the sport. Tashi, in turn, projects her own relationship to the sport onto the men in her life. We saw this already in that fight scene with Pat and the earlier beach scene. But with Pat rejecting her role, she and Art get closer. Art not only longs for her, he wants her coaching and her approval. 

Is this unresolved queer tension between Art and Pat some kind of curse? One can say, well, athletes injure themselves all the time and you can’t blame anyone for that. Accidents happen, of course. There is something fascinating to me about Cat Zimmerman and her parallel with Tashi. Cat was used as a sexual fantasy then discarded because she couldn’t play as well. Tashi, however, has the boys–and the audience–completely hypnotized both on and off the court. Her injury takes her off the court, but opens her up to coaching. Tashi projects her lost career onto Art as his wife and coach.  And let’s add a third woman to this theme: Anna, Tashi’s opponent when we first see her play. Anna is a racist sore loser, according to Tashi. Later we hear that she’s had a successful pro career. Art and Pat barely were watching her. They had their attention squarely on Tashi. It’s an interesting little detail in the film, a bittersweet “what if” moment. 

In the climactic final section of the movie, Art and Pat’s tension reaches its boiling point. But through their match, they seem to resolve their tension–finally reaching that “true tennis” zenith that Tashi was always chasing. Some have read this ending as the boys getting over their rivalry and Tashi being screwed as now Art knows about her secret dalliances with Pat throughout their marriage. And sure when Pat gives Art the “signal” he used when he dated Tashi and they have their unspoken standoff, Tashi is unaware, for once, of what is happening between them. But I’m not so ready to imagine that her life comes crashing down post-credits. Guadagnino chooses to end the movie on a moment of triumph for her, releasing a guttural “come on!” at their display of raw athleticism. 

Pat and Art need each other; and they need Tashi in a way they didn’t need Cat Zimmerman or Anna or any other coach. These guys became pure tennis players through their fixation on and relationships with Tashi, and she needs them to realize her own vision of tennis. Tennis is a relationship, Tashi says, and through the game Tashi, Art, and Pat can overcome their unspoken jealousies, attractions, and conflict. 

Interview: ‘The Idea of You’ Production Designer Amy Williams

The Idea of You is not your typical rom-com.

I kindly ask that you not judge this movie by its admittedly soapy premise—a mom who falls for a much younger pop star. Anne Hathaway’s performance is so warm and empathetic that she immediately elevates this sweet story beyond standard streamer ‘fluff.’ Add in sizzling chemistry with co-star Nicholas Galitzine and a sharp script from director Michael Showalter and Jennifer Westfeldt, and you’ve got a fantastically fun summer romp with a lot of heart.

And that’s precisely why Amy Williams was the perfect choice to serve as The Idea of You‘s production designer—she puts her heart into every project, packing each set with expertly planned craftsmanship, carefully chosen pieces, and layers of rich, character-driven details that visually elevate the spaces she transforms.

Williams used her art gallery experience to build an artist’s dream California home for Hathaway’s character, Solène. She also showcased pieces from local artists when staging art shows. Plus, she recreated Coachella and managed to bring St. Tropez to Savannah

Exploring Williams’ work is to better understand the art of production design in general. Read on to learn more about Williams and her approach to “dream job,” The Idea of You.

Shadan Larki: Amy, I know you were at SXSW for The Idea of You‘s world premiere. You’ve also supported the film at various screenings and events. What’s it like to see the audiences’ reactions? 

Amy Williams: The energy has been amazing! It was such a collaborative, family-like feel as far as how we prepped the film, how we all worked together, and how everything evolved. The actors and director, Michael Showalter, were involved.

Seeing people respond to that was really fun because we all poured our hearts into this movie, which felt rare. It’s been really fun to see the response. 

SL: This is how much of a nerd I am, but when I was watching The Idea of You at SXSW, and I saw Anne Hathaway’s apartment. I was like, ‘I have to ask Amy about creating this because it’s perfect, and it’s exactly what you would picture your cool, artsy older sister’s space to look like. So, how did you put that all together?

AW: We always liked to toe the line between what the book described and how you were reshaping and how Michael wanted to reshape things as far as the character is concerned.

So, they wanted her to be in Silver Lake, and we talked about how she would have this classic craftsman house she and her husband bought as a starter house. But then, because she has such impeccable taste and is charmed by the beautiful, ugly details of things, she would have embraced the house and brought it to life.

And then, because she was an art dealer. She studied art history, so we wanted to give her an eclectic mix of artwork. And we got really into it. Annie was really into it, Michael was really into it. We used all real artists. And we pulled artists. We wanted to focus on female artists, artists from Silver Lake, and local artists from Atlanta just because we were working and filming there and we had access to real artists there. The gallery’s philosophy was this nurturing, boutique art gallery where she would take these artists and work with them through their careers. For the interior of the house, we used a lot of collections, gifts, items of interest, and ceramics. 

We found an exterior house in Atlanta, all gray and white inside. It was boring. The outside looked good, so we renovated the whole interior. We worked for two months to add what looked like original detail. All the molding you see in the house, all the trim, was all white. So, we had scenic artists come in and make a faux wood grain for it. We added stained glass. We just got to build kind of the craftsman California dream home with many feelings of love, texture, and history. We just wanted to feel that history, too. 

SL: You mentioned the moldings. Are there any details or things that you were able to sprinkle in there that you’re just glad made it into the movie? Or something that, when you watch it now, just makes you smile?

AW: It’s a lot of things. There’s the mirror that she looks into when she sees the watch. 

There were a lot of risky choices that we made, sometimes the director wasn’t sure about or Anne wasn’t sure about, and that mirror was one of them. I think it was successful, and it looked really great.

We also made this stained-glass dining room lamp, which you see quite a bit in the film. We put a lot of work into adding wooden beams to the ceiling, and I just kept bugging the director and Jim Frohna, the D.P., the entire time, like, ‘Shoot wider, shoot wider. I want to see the ceilings.’ And so those barely made it in there, but they’re in.

SL: Risky choices; tell me about that. What were some risky design choices that you made?

AW: Well, I think it’s really fun to make idiotic choices. I think it’s really fun to include things that are not predictable but aren’t so insane that they draw too much attention. And especially for Solène’s character, because she’s friends with so many artists and she’s creative and loves beautiful things, we could stretch the limit of being very eclectic.

She has a bit of everything, and it was really fun for me because that’s how I am. I really related to the character because I was an art history major, and I had all these interests, and I didn’t know what I would do with them. I went the art gallery route, but luckily, I found filmmaking. [Laughs]. So I could relate to the fact that she loved a ’70s chair in one corner. And then maybe there’s a turn-of-the-century style, stained glass piece that’s original or a mid-century piece that she saw. Everything has meaning to her in selection. And I think that’s how the set decorator, Melisa Jusufi, and I approached selecting the pieces. Everything was a discussion, a choice, and intentional, and I love how it kind of all marries together. 

SL: With Anne Hathaway’s character, Solène, we see her house, her gallery, and even her artist hideaway, but then with Nicholas Galitzine’s Hayes, we don’t see personal space at all. He’s always in hotels and on the road. How did you sprinkle in some character development and personality in production design that could otherwise feel mundane?

AW: Yeah, it’s tough. Hayes talks about how he has this big, huge loft, and there’s nothing in it. And it’s very telling of where his character is at that moment in his life. He is a young man in his twenties. There were points in the script and even in the process of prepping the movie where we were going to show that he had a London flat. We were going to dress it and make it a little more character-specific, but it got cut. It became a little bit more about her world than his. His world was the big public spaces, Coachella, hotel rooms, and traveling in the private jet.

One set where we could bring in the essence of Hayes was the recording studio, which had a bit more warmth and character when he finally decided to go solo. And you see him in LA, and it’s a little bit messy and not glamorous, but it’s conducive to being creative. So, I think that was one moment we could show more of him. And I think Jacqueline Demeterio, our costume designer, did an amazing job with his costumes too, because I think the texture and the color in that was really what makes the character so charming, like that fuzzy sweater, you just want to cuddle up to him.

SL: Tell me about Coachella because that’s such an interesting thing to try to recreate. What did that mean on your end? 

AW: It was scary. It was daunting because we were in Atlanta, nowhere near Palm Springs or a desert. It was a really big, beautiful collaboration between visual effects and set design. We worked with real-stage vendors, sound mixers, and lighting designers. And we created some of the graphics for the show; my art director, Kat Rich, was where I had her most of the time. She was out at a racetrack in Georgia, about an hour away from the office. And there were a lot of big flags and art pieces and a big, huge meet-and-greet tent and trailers. It was very elaborate and really big. And I think we were always afraid that the budget couldn’t support it. I think the visual effects take it to the next level and make it feel believable— just some palm trees in the background and some mountains. 

But it was so fun. It was one of those things. I’d never thought I’d be designing a stage for a boy band. [Laughs]. It turned out to be super fun. 

SL: I thought they shot those scenes on location at a music festival. 

AW: I love hearing that!

SL: You sold me. Another set I loved is the vacation house they go to in Europe because, again, it’s exactly the kind of place that you imagine a group of 20s-somethings going to. How did you approach that? I loved the juxtaposition of the coldness versus Hayes’s warmth and the light Solène brings.  

AW: Going on a private jet to all these places is a fantasy. And we scouted Savannah for most of our European exteriors and some of the interiors. And we filmed it all within two days. So, everything you see at the beach in St Tropez is in Savannah. You see Barcelona, you see Paris with a lot of signage and movie magic. We made that happen. Then, regarding the interiors, we found a few locations here in Atlanta that had a good vintage look.

I forget the name of the building, but it had four different rooms, and because of scheduling, we had to move from room to room. So one room was Barcelona, one room was Paris, and one room was London. Then, downstairs, we shot the music video that she watches on her laptop.

There was a scene at one point where they were at an art museum, so we created a bit of an art museum, and it was really fun. But it was crazy to think, ‘Okay, we’re going to do six different countries in two days and shoot it all.’ 

SL: What’s it like when you’re working on something that will be a part of a montage? You have to make it distinct enough, but you won’t have the screen time to develop it. It’s not like her apartment, right? We’re not spending much time there, so how do you make it pop while knowing you don’t have production time or screen time to spend on it?

AW: Yeah, I mean, you’re always working under restrictions, whether it be budget, time, access to European items, some of the things we had to create from scratch just to kind of bring in the world. We built one of those neon green pharmacy signs and just stuck it in the back, like a little hint. 

It was also really fun regarding set decoration and production design because it was supposed to be glamorous, gorgeous, and rich. So, we did very distinct color palettes for each suite, and they didn’t all make it in the movie. I don’t think the Paris suite made it in, but it was still great. The other one, I’ll say, just going back to your Hayes question because I think that was a really good one, is the hotel room where she first visited him in New York. I think it was really important that we made it a place where a rock star would stay and not necessarily a place she would pick. It had a little bit of a bite and an edge to it. 

SL: What other set pieces did you enjoy working on?

AW: I think some things that go unnoticed with production design are the green work and the landscaping we do to transform the world. The director, D.P., and I all scouted in L.A. twice because we planned to shoot there for three days to get all of the Silver Lake scenes, the reservoir, and everything authentic. Time was running short, and we made the decision, I think, in the last week of filming that we weren’t going to go to L.A.; we were going to try to pull it all off in Atlanta.

Some of that is done with the help of visual effects, but a lot of it is getting the foliage right and the outside world right. We put a lot of research and attention into that, but hopefully, no one notices it because it should feel like L.A.

SL: That’s why I love talking to you; that never would have occurred to me.

AW: Yeah. There’s so much that you just don’t want people to notice. But I’m really glad that people do notice the artwork. 

I think it’s also really important [to note] that Anne Hathaway was the producer of this. She was so all-encompassing about her commitment to the character that we had huge conversations about certain things that should be in her home. And there was a lot of back-and-forth communication. I would show her references, ideas, and colors. It was a unique experience to have with an actor who was so involved in the production design process and cared about the artwork and what was in the art gallery. 

The only other thing would be the art gallery, where we communicated with over 200 artists, obtained permission from them, and selected their artwork.

We had to create three distinct gallery shows in that gallery, all within three days. So, that was a lot of logistics, but it was really fun to return to my gallery days. I also got to curate a real show for a film, have everything authentic, and have an arc and meaning.

SL: How does The Idea of You fit into the arc of your career as a production designer? What lessons will you take away from this experience?

AW: Working with Michael Showalter was a very heightened, collaborative experience. I felt like I got to be myself as a designer. But I was also challenged by the process. And I think the growth came in collaborating with people that are geniuses like Anne Hathaway, Michael Showalter, and Jim Frohna, the DP, and having us challenge each other and accepting one another’s ideas when they’re good and shutting them down when they’re bad ideas.

When I watched this film, I saw that everybody brought their best work, and it harmonized beautifully. We’re all doing it again right now; I’m in Atlanta prepping Michael’s next movie. It was such a rich experience. 

SL: Are you allowed to tell me what it is?

AW: Yeah, it’s already been announced. It’s called Oh. What. Fun. It’s a Christmas movie with Michelle Pfeiffer.

SL: Oh, I can’t wait to see what Amy Williams Christmas production design looks like!

AW: I know, I haven’t done one yet!

It overlaps a bit, but I’m doing a really intense mini-series called Long Bright River, which is a completely different subject matter. It’s very heavy and emotionally intense, occurring in December during Christmas. The Michelle Pfeiffer-Showalter project is a Christmas movie about family. It’s about moms during the holiday season and how they’re often taken for granted.

SL: Is it hard to move from project to project? You become so intimately involved in this world that you built it. And then you have to leave it behind and go to the next one.

AW: Yeah, it’s heartbreaking. But then It’s like the dream job for me. Amazingly, I get to build all these worlds and do things I never thought I would do. I didn’t think I would do a rom-com about a boy band, and it would become one of the most favorite things I’ve ever done. What was really fun about it is that it’s a genre that doesn’t often get recognized for things like production design, cinematography, or acting. Still, I think everybody really brought great work to it and elevated what some consider ‘fluff.’ I think it resonates with people, and people can relate to it and has depth. 

SL: I love that you get to have a voice and be a part of the creative process.

AW: You feel like a filmmaker, and when you have that respect, you can really, as I say, ‘spread your wings,’ but it just comes down to the stories are also interesting. I’ve been lucky enough to do TV and film and different genres. It’s like playing, getting to be a kid, exploring all these worlds, and telling stories with a really weird mixed media.

I’m just so lucky. I’m so happy to do it. And it’s so hard, too. It’s exhausting. This past summer, I made a film called Death of a Unicorn in Budapest. That will be a really fun to talk to you about when it comes out. It’s with A24 and has a great cast. And one of my close friends, Alex Scharfman, was his first film directing. I’m excited about that one, too, because we got to make unicorn puppets!