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Movie Review (Cannes 2025): Joachim Trierโ€™s ‘Sentimental Value’ is an Intimate Look at Memory and Reconciliation


Director: Joachim Trier
Writers: Joachim Trier, Eskil Vogt
Stars: Renata Reinsve, Stellan Skarsgรฅrd, Inga Ibsdotter Lilleaas

Synopsis: An intimate exploration of family, memories, and the reconciliatory power of art.


Joachim Trier and longtime collaborator Eskil Vogt have consistently made films that connect with audiences in a very tangible way. Everyone has seemed to resonate with the stories they have made so far, particularly his previous piece of work, the 2021 Cannes Film Festival standout: The Worst Person in the World, which had everyone who has felt lost and misguided, whether in love or their career, drying out their eyes by the time the end credits roll. It was a simple project on paper, utilizing concepts and molds regularly seen in cinema, like rom-coms and coming-of-age stories, but with a clear understanding of the โ€œwhyโ€ of the emotions we feel during the time of our lives, where we donโ€™t know where we are headed.ย 

You felt seen, no matter the age, sex, or ethnicityโ€“it was capturing a draining sensation that most, if not all, have felt, even more so after the pandemic, where lost souls become even more astray. The other Trier films also contained this sensibility, striking a chord deeply. And even though I still prefer Oslo, August 31st to the aforementioned fim, a part of me is still attached to The Worst Person in the World and its open arms. The film catapulted Trier, Vogt, and its lead, the fascinating Renate Reinsve, to the top of the crop in the international market. This is why his follow-up is highly anticipated; everyone wants to see how this trio will break our hearts again.ย 

Initially, after having seen his latest, Sentimental Value (screened in competition at the 2025 Cannes Film Festival, where it won the Grand Prix), I didnโ€™t feel that same level of connection. The rest of my colleagues connected with it far more strongly. Everybody talked about it and was blown away by how much Trier, Vogt, and Renate had challenged themselves to complicate the scenarios and raise the emotional stakes while still maintaining a humanistic, beating heart. However, a few days after resting on it, and while writing this review, I have found a path to its heart and was quite moved, even if I still have a couple of restraints in the narrative that feel too cinematic and dramatic, which depart from Trier and Vogtโ€™s more grounded storytelling.ย 

Sentimental Value begins with a narrator telling us the story of the Borg family home, located in the heart of Oslo, Norway. The voice describes some events that have occurred there, both joyful and sad, but mostly the latter, in the form of two tragedies that have tainted the house, haunting those who step inside it. The house might be beautiful and fancy in design, yet it has a ghostly feeling within its rooms and walls. And after the death of their mother, sisters Nora (Renate Reinsve) and Agnes (Inga Ibsdotter Lilleaas) must go back to face the ghosts of the past that caused them pain. Nora is a stage actress who is rapidly climbing the ladder of success and acclaim due to her recent performances. (Her situation is much like Reinsve’s, whose roles in The Worst Person in the World and A Different Man have placed her as one of the top European actresses to watch.)ย 

Nora is introduced to us during a time of sheer anxiety, right before going on stage and after the passing of her mother, which means that an unwanted family reunion is about to take place. On the stage, her worries go away; the play suppresses her anguish because she hides behind the mask of her character. But those are just a few mere hours. Once the curtains close, it all comes back again. The sisters both have some strains from their childhood that they would like to surpass. The former still has plenty of resentment, but the latter is more forgiving, even if some of the painful reverberations are still felt to this day.ย 

Nevertheless, Nora and Agnes are reunited with their father, acclaimed veteran director Gustav (Stellan Skarsgรฅrd), who has not been a part of their lives since he divorced their mother when they were little. Although Nora does not want anything to do with him, he arrives with a proposition. Gustav wants Nora to play the lead role in his first film in fifteen years, which he believes is his best one to date. He wrote the role specifically for Nora, but even so, she is baffled by the offer and refuses to work with him. Gustav does not want to drop the project, as it serves as a form of reconciliation and lucidity from his past. This is why he casts the American star Rachel Kemp (Elle Fanning) instead. That isnโ€™t the only detail that stresses Nora.ย 

Gustav insists on filming in the familyโ€™s grief-soaked home. He even asks Rachel to dye her hair the same color as Noraโ€™s and do the role in a Norwegian accent, even if she canโ€™t pull it off. These demands lead Nora to believe that the film is about their family, or her in particular, with Rachel playing a younger version of herself. Reality and fiction begin to intertwine; art and life muddle with each other to concoct a volatile yet necessary potion for the fractured family. Is Gustav using art to heal his and his daughtersโ€™ wounds from their childhood? Sentimental Value looks back at the history of the Borg familyโ€“way back to when Gustav was a child, to now, where his daughters are all grown upโ€“and their respective senses of abandonment and lack of nurture. And it is all primarily developed inside the house that is being cleared out.ย 

The house has trinkets and objects that might not be of value to those who inhabit it next. Still, for Nora and Agnes, these items have, as the filmโ€™s title entails, sentimental valueโ€“the worth being made by how impactful the memory attached to it is. They hold onto these items, maintaining their grievances and nostalgia at the forefront. And by doing so, never letting them go, they cannot grow. They remain the same wounded people with emotional baggage. Trier and Vogt explore the true meaning behind the term sentimental value in a more complex and specific scenario that those of his other features, with a deeper venture into a meta commentary that connects their work, as if they were parallel universesโ€“different version of the characters yet all tethered in sadness and potential healing.ย 

Julie, Nora, Anders, Aksel, Philip, and even the Reeds in Louder Than Bombs are all connected spiritually and emotionally in this web that Trier and Vogt have concocted throughout their delicate collaborations. These are characters that have connected with us plenty, and each time, there is a feeling that Trier and Vogt are tapping into more personal places in their minds, hearts, and souls for their pictures. They have grown together, known each other since they were bachelors, and now they are husbands, and Trier even became a father. And in each film, you see these parts of their lives being portrayed on screenโ€“the worries, doubts, joys, and pain that come with each role in life. The characters they pour these emotions of theirs into are lost souls meant to be healed and saved by love.ย 

In the case of Sentimental Value, Nora and Gustav have been bottling everything until there is no room for more, which gives way to tears, anxiety attacks, and constant pondering of their decisions, past and present. But the two donโ€™t seem to realize how alike they are. The two have experienced similar things that have shaped them into who they are. That does not excuse Gustavโ€™s actions, leaving behind a family to follow his dreams and live a life full of acclaim and lavishness. However, he has changed. Skarsgรฅrd easily lends Gustav the look of a man who has been previously troubled and is now searching for forgiveness, as it might be his last chance to resonate with those he left behind. And Gustav tries to do that with cinema, the only way he knows how to express himself.ย 

Words donโ€™t come out easily for Gustav (and even Skarsgรฅrd as an actor does his best work when heโ€™s kept restrained, without many lines of dialogue, because his facial expressions reveal more). But when Gustav writes these thoughts down, he finds a way into his heart previously untapped and unchecked, yet now evidently bleeding. This reminds me of a video I saw from an interview of Orson Welles, where heโ€™s asked if he has any regrets. Welles replies: โ€œWell, I suppose that I fell in love with moviesโ€ฆ I have done less in my life than I would have if I hadnโ€™t.โ€ Bold words from a man whose films shaped cinema itself (Citizen Kane, The Third Man, The Magnificent Ambersons), which is quite shocking.ย 

Although Gustavโ€™s reasons for abandoning his family, canโ€™t be, and it will be irresponsible to say so, simplified as โ€œfor the sake of artโ€ and โ€œthe love of cinemaโ€, the aspect of looking back, now old and many films in, just consumes Welles and Gustav, and adds a rather contemplative look at a age of directors, who spent their lives sacrificing everything to be behind the directors chair. Welles also mentions that he canโ€™t change the condition of that love with cinema, but that heโ€™d be better off without it. And somehow, that is how Gustav feels deep inside. That element of the film is very inspiring and relatable, as I have found myself to be more expressive when writing about something I am fond of rather than talking about it. But it is the part of the film that didnโ€™t convince me entirely at the beginning.ย 

There is something about the film-within-a-film aspect from Trier and Vogt that, for me, feels too easy an emotional connection, when previously the two had found ways to move the viewer through trickier, more humanistic dramatic underpinnings. Unfortunately, the character of Rachel Kemp is a misstep. The character disrupts the filmโ€™s otherwise grounded emotional tone. It derails it further from it, nearly to a degree where it becomes unreachable, the distance becoming lengthy. Then again, using cinema as a healing tool is not only a recurring theme that directors, mostly veteran ones, have utilized โ€“ more so to reflect on a career, a life, and a legacy of wonders โ€“ but also what we cinephiles and theatergoers utilize the medium for.ย 

We see films to escape, to heal our wounds, to express our emotions, to feel a connection, to wander off into another place, time, and memory. It is catharsis, reaching the unreachable. Sentimental Value is about this and much more, and days after seeing the film, I have found myself thinking about this part of the film and my relationship with cinema. Trier and Vogt may continue to earn accolades. Still, the real โ€œsentimental valueโ€ of their work lies in its ability to mirror our interior livesโ€”our regrets, our reconciliations, and our longing to be understood. It reflects our unspoken thoughts and feelings, reminders that healing, like cinema, is rarely perfect, but always human. That is the enduring power of Trier and Vogtโ€™s workโ€”storytelling not just as expression, but as transformation.

Grade: B+

Movie Review: ‘Karate Kid: Legends’ Proves It’s Time to Put this Franchise in a Body Bag


Director: Jonathan Entwistle
Writers: Rob Lieber, Robert Mark Kamen
Stars: Jackie Chan, Ben Wang, Joshua Jackson

Synopsis: After kung fu prodigy Li Fong relocates to New York City, he attracts unwanted attention from a local karate champion and embarks on a journey to enter the ultimate karate competition with the help of Mr. Han and Daniel LaRusso.


While watching the gluttonous nostalgia fest that is Karate Kid: Legends, I kept waiting for Rob Garrisonโ€™s Tommy to appear in the end credits, cackling maniacally as he declared it was finally time to get this franchise into a body bag.

The latest entry is heavy on exposition, light on creativity, and too worried about imitating the original storyโ€”focusing so much on legacy characters that it forgets to establish any meaningful emotional connection. Karate Kid: Legends plays like the CliffNotes version of how to write a sixth installment in a franchiseโ€”hoping that shiny packaging and familiar faces will be a convincing enough disguise to take your money and run.

Karate Kid: Legends' Review: A Franchise With No Fighting Spirit - WSJ

The story follows Li Fong (American Born Chinese’s Ben Wang), who is being mentored โ€œnotโ€ to fight at a dojo by Mr. Han (Jackie Chan). The setting should look familiar to fans of the franchise, as the film includes a cleanup clip from The Karate Kid: Part II. For some reason, we now have to know the backstory of a once-forgotten shack on a dirty lakeโ€”one that has since been upgraded into a pristine, money-making operation.ย 

Han now trains hundreds of students as the shifu of a wuguan, but Fong’s mother (The Joy Luck Club’s Ming-Na Wen) wonโ€™t allow him to participate. (It makes you wonder why she even lets him hang out there in the first placeโ€”but I digress.) Her resistance is rooted in shared trauma: both she and Li are haunted by the memory of losing a loved one to violence, a theme the film touches on only vaguely and without much finesse. Li’s mother is a doctor, and she accepts a position in New York City, prompting a move that leaves Mr. Han behind. Once in the city, Li meets the two inevitable characters of any mainstream coming-of-age story: a girl and her possessive, angry ex-boyfriend.ย 

Li is smitten with Mia (Somewhere in Queensโ€™s Sadie Stanley), who works at her father Victorโ€™s (Doctor Odyssey‘s Joshua Jackson) pizza shop. Naturally, her ex, Conor (Ms. Marvel‘s Aramis Knight), is a well-known kung fu champion trained at a dojo run by Oโ€™Shea (Tim Rozon)โ€”a loan shark Victor borrowed money from to open his restaurant, who also happens to be Connorโ€™s sensei.

The script was written by Rob Lieber, a writer for televisionโ€™s The Goldbergs and a handful of forgettable family comedies that youโ€™ve hopefully blocked from memory. The narrative leaps the script takes to connect all these coincidences are so forced and yawn-inducing, they ought to come with a warning for neck strain from excessive eye-rolling.

Karate Kid: Legends Trailer: Jackie Chan, Ralph Macchio Star in Sequel

I have no doubt that Lieber and director Jonathan Entwistle had their hearts in the right place. However, the final product feels like a handful of flimsy Disney Channel episodes lazily strung together. Having Li train Jacksonโ€™s Victor cleverly flips the script a bit, but soon the studio canโ€™t help itselfโ€”rushing to bridge the franchiseโ€™s worlds, from Chanโ€™s 2010 installment to the return of Ralph Macchio.ย 

The result is a glorified Cobra Kai cameo that feels like two completely different films mashed togetherโ€”lacking depth, honesty, and any semblance of normal human interaction. When Victor hears Li tell him the story about the loss of a loved one, and in the matter it happens, he replies with a canned response that is so robotic, I wondered if the character needed to be recharged. There is and attempt to explore the trauma Li has suffered, which should have been the soul of the story, using Karate to overcome the scars and survivors grief.ย 

Instead, we get Li competing in some bizarre Five Boroughs tournament that feels like it was yanked from a defunct Mortal Kombat knockoff. Nothing appears sanctioned, yet somehow it’s acceptable for a bunch of underage kids to beat the hell out of each other on a skyscraperโ€”for $50,000? And Li’s elders are just fine with this? He gets smashed in the head, knocked out cold, and his physician mother just wants him to compete instead of being checked by trained medical personnel?ย 

Sure, it’s a movie, but Karate Kid: Legends feels like a watered-down, generic retread of a franchise running on fumes. The concept is simple, yet the execution stumbles, bogged down by clunky exposition, lame humor, and over-explained action beats. (Do we really need a slow-motion replay and graphics for every single point?) At this point, Iโ€™ll spring for the body bagโ€”can Hilary Swank make a cameo to pull up the zipper and put this franchise out of its misery?

Karate Kid: Legends' has a familiar plot that keeps the action coming -  CultureMap Houston

You can watch Karate Kid: Legends (2025) only in theaters May 30th!

Grade: D+

Clint Eastwood at 95: An American Century in Film

Clint Eastwood turns 95 this week. An almost unfathomable milestone for a career that feels as elemental as the Hollywood sign itself, and as raw and unforgiving as a high-noon standoff. To attempt to chart Eastwoodโ€™s seven decades in cinema is to review a landscape of shifting American identity, and a relentless, career-long wrestling match with American masculinity.

Such a panoramic career, one that encompasses not only genre-defining Westerns and iconic crime thrillers but also unexpected diversions like the musical, Paint Your Wagon (1969), sensitive dramas such as The Bridges of Madison County (1995), and acclaimed directorial achievements in which his on-screen persona is either absent or secondary, like Mystic River (2003) or the paired historical statements of Flags of Our Fathers (2006) and Letters from Iwo Jima (2006). A lengthy and diverse career like his defies exhaustive analysis in a single essay. To do justice to its sweep would require an entire book (or more!). 

Our approach, therefore, is necessarily selective, focusing on a curated collection of landmark films. These are not merely personal favorites; they stand as crucial signposts, embodying distinct eras in Eastwood’s evolution while offering the most potent lens through which to examine his profound and enduring engagement with that central theme of American manhood. Other pictures, like the revisionist Western. The Outlaw Josey Wales (1976), certainly echo these concerns and mark important career junctures, but the films we will explore serve as the clearest crucibles for our specific thematic fire.

Through these carefully chosen examples, we see how Eastwood โ€“ star, auteur, enigma โ€“ hasnโ€™t just mirrored ideals of manhood, but actively forged, interrogated, and sometimes shattered them. From sun-baked mesas to rain-slicked city streets, his silhouette casts a long, often troubling, shadow over what it meant, and means, to be a man in a transformative American century.

Era 1: Forging the Frontier Myth โ€“ The Stoic Individualist (c. 1964-1971)

(Focus Film: The Good, the Bad and the Ugly)

The squint. The poncho. The cheroot. The name on everyone’s lips, though rarely spoken by the man himself: Blondie. When Sergio Leoneโ€™s The Good, the Bad and the Ugly exploded onto screens in 1966, it wasnโ€™t just a film, it was a cultural detonation. Ennio Morriconeโ€™s unforgettable score became the anthem for a new kind of Western, and Clint Eastwood, with his minimalist cool, became its face. This was where the Eastwood persona โ€“ laconic, lethal, morally ambiguous โ€“ was seared into the global cinematic consciousness, launching a new, potent vision of American masculinity onto the world stage.

Leoneโ€™s Spaghetti Westerns weren’t just horse operas; they were audacious, operatic revisions of a fading Hollywood dream. As American-made Westerns lost their footing, these Italian born epics, shot through with a cynical verve, offered a radical alternative. Critics and scholars would later fill volumes dissecting Leone’s revolutionary style and Eastwoodโ€™s symbiotic role within it, but the immediate impact was visceral: the Western landscape suddenly became alien, dangerous, and thrillingly unpredictable.

At the heart of this new frontier was the anti-hero. American cinema had certainly flirted with morally grey protagonists before โ€“ Bogartโ€™s world-weary PIs or Brandoโ€™s brooding rebels come to mind. Even in Westerns, complex figures were emerging to challenge the polished hero stereotype: think of those in Anthony Mann’s psychological dramas, John Ford’s The Searchers, and not least, Paul Newman as the memorably cynical Hud Bannon.

Eastwoodโ€™s โ€˜Man with No Nameโ€™ was a different creature altogether. His compass, if he had one, spun wildly, usually settling on self-interest. Eastwoodโ€™s genius was his stillness, his ability to command the frame with an almost Zen-like economy of expression. This wasn’t the garrulous hero of yore; this was a man who understood that in a brutal world, silence, punctuated by sudden, decisive violence, was the ultimate currency. This, then, was the new masculine cool.

The Dollars Trilogy made Eastwood a global phenomenon. He became, as some would say, the inheritor of John Wayneโ€™s crown, but this new king of American masculinity ruled a starkly different kind of kingdom: cynical, solitary, and forged in an international crucible. The stoic, self-reliant figure he etched here would become the granite foundation of a career spent exploring, and often subverting, that very image.

Era 2: Urban Justice & Assertive Masculinity: The Actor Takes Control (c. 1971-1980s)

(Focus Films: Dirty Harry; Play Misty for Me)

โ€œDo I feel lucky?โ€ The question, delivered with a .44 Magnumโ€™s cold authority, echoed far beyond the crime-ridden streets of Don Siegelโ€™s 1971 San Francisco. Dirty Harry was more than a hit; it was a cultural flashpoint. Inspector Harry Callahan, Eastwoodโ€™s new avatar, strode into a landscape of societal anxiety, a figure worlds away from the taciturn Blondie, yet forged from the same steel. Callahanโ€™s violence wasnโ€™t for gold; it was a political statement, a brutal answer to what the film presented as a city unraveling under the perceived excesses of counter culture.

Siegelโ€™s San Francisco is a battleground where liberal pieties have failed, crying out for Callahanโ€™s brand of โ€œcommon senseโ€ justice. Itโ€™s a vision whose confrontational politics would resonate with a Nixonian โ€œsilent majorityโ€ and, startlingly, prefigure the culture war talking points of decades to come. But the filmโ€™s power, and its enduring controversy, lies in its uncomfortable embrace of its flawed hero. Callahan is bigoted, insubordinate, and his methods are a civil libertarianโ€™s nightmare. Yet the film dares you to root for him, a provocative stance that forces a confrontation with the audienceโ€™s own hunger for order, however ruthlessly imposed. This was masculinity as a blunt instrument, contemptuous of bureaucracy, unleashed to cleanse the streets.

This raw, confrontational cinema was pure New Hollywood in its audacity, even as its politics leaned right. And at its nucleus was Eastwood, now a bona fide superstar. Dirty Harry didnโ€™t just cement another iconic persona; it was produced by his own Malpaso Company, a clear signal of his intent to sculpt his own destiny. He was no longer just the Man with No Name; he was rapidly becoming the Man in Charge, a pivotal move towards the actor-auteur status that would define his later career.

And 1971 wasn’t just the year of Harry Callahanโ€™s furious street justice; it was the year Clint Eastwood, with audacious quiet, first stepped behind the camera. Play Misty for Me, his directorial debut, is far more than a curious footnote; itโ€™s a surprisingly taut and unsettling psychological thriller that immediately telegraphed ambitions beyond the confines of action stardom. Here, Eastwood the actor immerses himself in the cool jazz hues of Carmel, playing Dave Garver, a charismatic late-night DJ whose smooth baritone and freewheeling lifestyle are a world away from the violent frontiers he usually patrolled. Yet, even in this seemingly more relaxed milieu, Eastwood the director begins to probe a certain kind of contemporary male identity, one whose casual confidence perhaps masks a deeper unpreparedness for the darker currents of human connection.

What remains striking about Play Misty for Me is its unnerving prescience, an early tremor of the โ€˜stalker thrillerโ€™ subgenre that would become a cinematic staple decades later. Jessica Walterโ€™s Evelyn Draper, the devoted fan whose initial phone-in request spirals into a terrifying fixation, is not merely a spurned lover but a figure of escalating, unpindownable menace. The film charts this descent with a chilling patience, suggesting Eastwood, even as a freshman director, possessed an instinct for the primal fear that arises when intimacy sours into obsession, and control is wrested away. For an Eastwood protagonist, itโ€™s a novel form of vulnerability; not the threat of a bullet, but the insidious creep of psychological warfare, where the domestic space becomes a battleground.

As a director, Eastwood already sketches the outlines of the efficient, atmospheric style that would become his signature. The breezy Carmel coastline, a sun-dappled idyll, is artfully juxtaposed with the claustrophobia of Evelynโ€™s obsession, the scenic beauty offering a stark counterpoint to the film’s increasingly dark heart. While bearing some hallmarks of its era’s studio thrillers, there’s a raw, discomfiting edge to the central conflict, particularly in Walterโ€™s ferociously committed performance, that still has the power to disturb. Itโ€™s a deliberately uncomfortable journey, suggesting an early authorial interest in pushing audience boundaries, albeit through the shadowy corridors of desire rather than the explicit politics of Callahanโ€™s San Francisco.

Thematically, Play Misty for Me offers a fascinating counter-narrative to the assertive, often righteous masculinity Eastwood was simultaneously embodying elsewhere. Dave Garver, for all his laid-back charm and professional cool, is a man whose lifestyle renders him unexpectedly vulnerable. Thereโ€™s a subtle, almost cautionary exploration here of the consequences that can follow when casual connections ignite something far more volatile, a theme of male misjudgment meeting female pathology that the film navigates with a tense focus. Itโ€™s also a compelling early glimpse into Eastwoodโ€™s career-long fascination with obsession, the fragility of sanity, and the often-perilous dance of human relationships, themes that would echo in more complex, varied forms in his later directorial work.

While it may not possess the overt genre revisionism of Unforgiven or the stark iconic power of his gun-wielding figures, Play Misty for Me stands as a crucial, surprisingly assured debut. Itโ€™s Eastwood taking the directorial reins with confidence, proving his mettle in a new arena, and demonstrating an immediate grasp of suspense mechanics. More than that, it reveals an artist already keen to explore the psychological landscapes beneath the action, adding a vital, more introspective layer to that pivotal year of 1971 and signaling the multifaceted career that was to come. The one-two punch of Dirty Harry and this accomplished first film as director truly announced Eastwood as a defining force, shaping his narratives on both sides of the camera.

Era 3: Deconstructing the Hero, Interrogating American Manhood (c. Late 1980s-Mid 2000s)

(Focus Films: Unforgiven; Million Dollar Baby)

Then came Unforgiven. If Dirty Harry codified the Eastwood persona, this 1992 masterwork saw him hold that very image up to the harshest light, then shatter it. Here was Eastwood, the Western icon, returning to the genre not to polish the myth, but to bury it with full, brutal honors. This wasn’t just a great film; it was a reckoning. The moment Eastwood, the accomplished director, fully merged with Eastwood, the screen legend, to create something profound. The Oscars for Best Picture and Director werenโ€™t just accolades; they were an industry acknowledging an artist who had transcended his origins.

William Munny, the retired pig farmer and former killer, is the ghost of Blondie, stripped of all romance. The weight of regret hangs heavier than any gun belt. His quietness isn’t cool detachment; it’s the weariness of a soul that knows the true cost of violence. When Munny is drawn back into that world, the violence is clumsy, ugly, and devoid of glory. Unforgiven is an elegy for the Western, a meditation on the brutal reality underpinning the frontier legend, and perhaps a reflection of a post-Cold War America forced to confront the consequences of its own violent mythologies. Gene Hackmanโ€™s Little Bill Daggett, a man who perverts justice with sadistic glee, provides the perfect corrupt counterpoint to Munny’s tortured path.

The critical acclaim for Unforgiven opened a new chapter. Eastwood was now a revered American auteur. He followed it with films that continued to explore the complexities of character and morality, none more devastatingly than Million Dollar Baby (2004). 

Here, as grizzled trainer Frankie Dunn, Eastwood again inhabited an aging figure confronting his own limitations. The filmโ€™s boxing narrative echoes Rocky but veers into far darker, quintessentially Eastwoodian territory in its final act. Frankieโ€™s initial reluctance to train Maggie Fitzgerald, his gruff exterior, sets the stage for a relationship that slowly thaws his hardened masculinity, revealing a profound, paternal vulnerability. His understated performance, where a flicker of tenderness speaks volumes, is a testament to his mastery. And again, the filmโ€™s tragic core, its refusal of easy sentiment, resonated in an America grappling with its own sense of identity, earning Eastwood another pair of Oscars and cementing his status as a filmmaker unafraid of lifeโ€™s hardest questions.

Era 4: The Anachronistic Man โ€“ American Chronicles and Enduring Legacies (c. Mid 2000s-Present)

(Focus Film: Gran Torino)

By 2008, Clint Eastwood was an institution, yet Gran Torino proved he could still ignite a cultural firestorm. As Walt Kowalski, a widowed Korean War vet rattling around his changing Detroit neighborhood, Eastwood presented one of his most potent late-career characters: the American man as an anachronism. Walt is a walking monument to a bygone era, his beloved Ford Gran Torino a gleaming relic of a time when America made things, and men, it seemed to Walt, were made differently. His casual bigotry, his growling contempt for the perceived decay of his world โ€“ from his “pampered” grandchildren to the Hmong family who move in next door โ€“ is Eastwood holding up a mirror to a raw, uncomfortable part of the American psyche.

The filmโ€™s narrative charts Waltโ€™s grudging path to redemption, as he forms an unlikely bond with Thao, the Hmong teenager he initially despises. This mentorship echoes themes from Unforgiven and Million Dollar Baby, yet for all its effectiveness, Gran Torino treads somewhat familiar ground, perhaps sidestepping a deeper dive into the socio-economic despair that shaped Waltโ€™s bitterness. But what remains undeniable is the sheer force of Eastwood on screen. At 78, he is utterly compelling as Walt, physically imposing, a man whose self-reliance is etched into every line on his face. He is the silent strength, the ingrained competence that defined his characters for decades. Walt Kowalski became another indelible Eastwood figure, a man wrestling with his own obsolescence and finding one last, defiant act of meaning, connecting powerfully with audiences worldwide.

Clint Eastwood at 95: the career itself feels like a sprawling American epic. More than just an actor who endured or a director who achieved acclaim, Eastwood has been a constant, often challenging, presence in our collective imagination, his silhouette synonymous with a certain kind of American man. Yet, as we’ve seen, that “certain kind” has never been static. From the mythic frontiersman to the urban vigilante, from the haunted killer confronting his past to the aging lion roaring against the dying of the light, his films have provided a running commentary on American masculinity, its power, its pathologies, its pain, and its potential for unexpected grace.

The journey through these eras, marked by films like The Good, the Bad and the Ugly, Dirty Harry, Unforgiven, Million Dollar Baby, and Gran Torino, reveals an artist unafraid to engage with, and ultimately deconstruct, the very archetypes that made him a star. Through Malpaso, his singular vision found its way to the screen. His directorial style, lean and direct, mirrored the men he often portrayed: no fuss, all impact.

It must also be noted that Eastwoodโ€™s own distinct, often conservative and libertarian inflected worldview has undeniably shaped his cinematic output and public persona. This perspective, sometimes lauded, occasionally divisive, can be felt in the rugged individualism and uncompromising outlook of many of his characters. 

His legacy, then, isnโ€™t just in the iconography or the awards. It’s in the conversations his films demand, the uncomfortable truths they often tell about violence, justice, and the often-fraught quest for individual integrity. Clint Eastwood hasnโ€™t just made movies; he’s held an unflinching gaze on the American soul, and in doing so, has crafted a body of work as vital and volatile as the nation itself.

Women InSession: William Travilla & Marilyn Monroe

This week on Women InSession, we discuss the legendary costume designer William Travilla and his iconic work with the great Marilyn Monroe! In fact, in terms of American iconography, is there a more famous image than that of Monroe over the grate with her dress flying up in the air as she tries to keep it down? If not, it’s obviously very much in the conversation. So we wanted to talk about this pairing and what it means for the legacy of cinema.

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

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Criterion Releases: June 2025

Fully in the summertime, Criterion follows up one full month of releases with another month of them. While two films from the same year come out with re-editions, five more are new entrants. A nearly forgotten screwball comedy, an underrated โ€˜70s thriller, a watershed musical film, a documentary on a jazz legend, and one of Canadaโ€™s finest films ever made all come out this month. Most are from the most recognizable names in Hollywood, while others are getting their special showcase for the first time. 

Midnight (1939)

Claudette Colbert plays an American showgirl who comes to Paris with nothing but an evening gown she wears and crashes the party by playing a wealthy Hungarian baroness. Her new scheme as a homewrecker is quickly caught by a nobleman (John Barrymore) and a cab driver (Don Ameche) who have both fallen for her. Billy Wilder and Charles Brackett wrote this witty comedy that cuts through the couture and observes the social hierarchy in their own rules being rigged by an outsider.

Sorcerer (1977)

William Friedkinโ€™s remake of The Wages of Fear doesnโ€™t stray too far from the original story but has its originality, making it stand out. In an isolated Latin American village, four people from different backgrounds (Roy Scheider, Bruno Cremer, Francisco Rabal, and Amidou) drive two trucks of highly explosive nitroglycerin through the jungle to extinguish a fire. Itโ€™s as intense as the original film, and Friedkin cuts away from the sociopolitical themes in Henri-Georges Clouzotโ€™s version for a straightforward thriller. At the time, production problems, rising costs, and release during the Star Wars phenomenon were seen as negatives against the film, but Sorcerer has been reappraised as a gem of the era. 

The Wiz (1978)

Before Wicked, this film was the first to give another perspective on the classic story The Wizard of Oz. Diana Ross, Michael Jackson, Richard Pryor, and Lena Horne star in the complete retelling set in Harlem and a teacher who is transported to a NYC-like version of Emerald City. Itโ€™s the same story put to an R&B soundtrack produced by Quincy Jones, scripted by Joel Schumacher, and directed by Sidney Lumet. Like Sorcerer, The Wiz was not well received upon release, but has also since been looked at again as a cult classic and a cultural moment for African Americans. 

Brazil (1985)

The first of two re-editions is Terry Gilliamโ€™s dystopian, autocratic world through the eyes of a bureaucrat (Jonathan Pryce) who dreams of something better than this broken-down world. However, it is only just a dream as the world, a satire of Margaret Thatcherโ€™s consumerist ideology, that makes things so bleak and so phony that people can see it yet cannot escape the Orwellian world taking place. Robert De Niro, Michael Palin, Ian Holm, Bob Hoskins, and Kim Greist also star in Gilliamโ€™s masterpiece, which remains one of the most visually striking films ever made forty years after its release. 

Mishima: A Life in Four Chapters (1985)

The second re-edition is Paul Schraderโ€™s biographical story about Japanese author Yukio Mishima and the events leading up to his shocking death. Following Mishimaโ€™s life while cutting with excerpts from some of his most famous works, we see him grow from a sickly boy to an adult whose obsession with masculinity and Japanese traditionalism leads Mishima to try a far-fetched idea he brazenly believed could happen. It is both beautiful and horrifying to see the ideas of a man whose words would turn into a crazed ideology for an era that had been nuked out of existence. 

Thelonious Monk Straight, No Chaser (1988) 

This documentary on a jazz legend recreates the live performances and closeness to Monkโ€™s unique playing style that made him a force in music. Director Charlotte Zwerin, who had collaborated with David and Albert Maysles on Salesman and Gimme Shelter two decades earlier, worked on her own in unspooling the improvisational Monk as he put together some of the most unique pieces of music ever played. It also shines a light on Monkโ€™s demons that plagued him and how they affected the pianist for the remainder of his life. 

Thirty-Two Short Films About Glenn Gould (1993)

Instead of a single traditional narrative, director Francois Girard constructs vignettes around the life of the renowned Canadian pianist. Scenes of Gouldโ€™s life, interviews with friends, and archive footage that deconstruct Gouldโ€™s genius as an artist and his eccentricities that made him one of a kind and a legend. Colm Feore stars as Gould, who would leave live performance behind for a recording studio he would play from for the rest of his life, but is an illumination of a 20th-century virtuoso. 

Chasing the Gold: 2025 Cannes Film Festival

On this episode of Chasing the Gold, JD (filling in for Shadan) is joined by ISF writing Hector A. Gonzalez to discuss all the films he saw at this year’s Cannes Film Festival, including It Was Just An Accident, Sentimental Value, Sound of Falling, Die, My Life, Eddington and more!

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Chasing the Gold – 2025 Cannes Film Festival

Movie Review: ‘The Brutalist’ is Truly a New American Epic


Director: Brady Corbet
Writer: Brady Corbet, Mona Fastvold
Stars: Adrien Brody, Felicity Jones, Guy Pearce

Synopsis: A visionary architect flees post-war Europe in 1947 for a brighter future in the United States and finds his life forever changed by a wealthy client.


โ€œAmerica. The land of the free, the home of the brave.โ€ A statement that is often said by anyone looking to come to the country and make a name for themselves, a statement filled with promise and potential that has transcended generations of immigrants. Everyone in pursuit of some variation of โ€œthe American Dream,โ€ and all its limitlessness. It is with this thinking that many looked for a way to flee to America during/after the events of World War II, and make a better life for themselves and their families.

The Brutalist, directed by Brady Corbet, explores these themes through the eyes of Lรกszlรณ Tรณth (Adrien Brody), an architect of Jewish descent from Hungary and Holocaust survivor who, after World War II, arrives in America separated from his wife Erzsรฉbet (Felicity Jones) and niece Zsรณfia (Raffey Cassidy), but with hopes of bringing them to the country as well. Over the course of several years, the movie chronicles Tรณthโ€™s journey from initially working with his cousin Attila (Alessandro Nivola) to eventually working for Harrison Lee Van Buren (Guy Pearce), who finds out about Tรณthโ€™s work as an architect and commissions him to build a community center in memory of Harrisonโ€™s late mother. Throughout the movie, Tรณth is tested, as the pressure to build the center and bring his family to a prosperous future in America continues to grow and potentially break him entirely, challenging the very notion of the American Dream and how attainable it really is.

Throughout its gargantuan runtime of 3 hours and 35 minutes (with a 15-minute intermission), The Brutalist builds the concept of the American Dream up to extraordinary heights, only to bring them crashing down upon its characters and expose the dark reality behind those aspirations, and how devastatingly the lives of immigrants are given little credence even as the world potentially opens its arms to them. At every turn, as it looks like Tรณth may have found his big break, it is marred with caveats upon caveats, as even those people who claim to do nothing but respect his vision look down upon him as a second-rate human. Yet, he keeps on, knowing what he is capable of through his work, so that he can make enough to send for Erzsรฉbet and Zsรณfia and see them once again. Brody is phenomenal in the role, providing an emotional backbone to Lรกszlรณ and providing a glimpse into his potential for the audience. Early on, when he is commissioned to build a library for Van Buren, the gears that begin shifting in his head as he comes up with ideas and unique concepts to make it stand out make for an engrossing watch, mirrored later as the community center begins to take some shape.

The Brutalist movie ending: How the Oscar front-runner falls apart.Every performance in The Brutalist is firing on all cylinders, from Brodyโ€™s terrific portrayal to Felicity Jones as Erzsรฉbet adding an emotional center to the story. Her, at times, devastating presence impacts the second half considerably, as well as Guy Pearce as Harrison Van Buren, whose more charismatic public personality masks his more monstrous nature (to a point), and leads to career best work from him. A solid supporting cast comprised of Cassidy, Joe Alwyn, Nivola, Emma Laird, and Stacy Martin back the proceedings, with particularly exceptional work from Cassidy, who spends a major chunk of the movie without dialogue and conveys entire storylines through just her eyes.ย 

From its incredible opening sequence to its final scene, Corbet directs the movie to perfection, accompanied by magnificent cinematography from Lol Crawleyโ€“shot in VistaVisionโ€“and a booming score from Daniel Blumberg engulfing its bigger and quieter moments. The production is massive in scale, and when taken into consideration that the movie was made for just under $10 million, the work done in The Brutalist is made even more impressive. The script from Corbet and co-writer (and real life partner) Mona Fastvold keeps the movie moving at a brisk pace, and realizes its characters as perfectly as it can, given the world that they inhabit, even in its bolder second half where choices are made that potentially could polarize viewers. The answers we receive are not always satisfying, the payoffs are not always worth it, but these moments are what define our legacy.

In 'The Brutalist,' Judy Becker's Spectacular Production Design Is the  Film's Other Main Character | Vogue

Through thick and thin, Lรกszlรณ Tรณth continues to keep going, wanting to cut through the limitations and discrimination in his path for himself and his family, and leads him to a finale that asks if the journey to the destination may be for nought or worth it all, and understanding and holding on to what really matters in the end. All things said and done, however, one thing is clear: The Brutalist is a new American epic that deserves all the recognition it gets and hopefully will receive as the years go by.

Grade: A+

Movie Review: โ€˜Bring Her Backโ€™ is a Deeply Evil Movie Hellbent on Damaging Your Psyche


Directors: Danny Philippou, Michael Philippou
Writers: Danny Philippou, Bill Hinzman
Stars: Sally Hawkins, Billy Barratt, Sora Wong

Synopsis: A brother and sister uncover a terrifying ritual at the secluded home of their new foster mother.


Are Danny and Michael Philippou OK? Iโ€™m asking because, in interviews, theyโ€™re the biggest goofballs around, having the time of their lives promoting their latest movie, Bring Her Back, with their fellow cast members. Then, you sit down in the cinema and watch as they inflict massive amounts of psychological damage, simply by crafting some of the most harrowing, traumatizing scenes of violence you will ever find in a mainstream movie. Though some will argue that Bring Her Back is as independently produced as their first film, Talk to Me, A24โ€™s status as an Oscar-winning distributor puts it in the mainstream conversation.ย 

I can count on one hand the horror films Iโ€™ve seen in a cinema, in the past two years, that did some active damage to me, where I couldnโ€™t do anything but sit and feel deeply unwell after having seen them: Pascal Planteโ€™s Red Rooms, David Cronenbergโ€™s The Shrouds, and now RackaRackaโ€™s Bring Her Back. Itโ€™s a deeply unpleasant experience that, in many cases, will likely alienate audiences more than their crowd-pleasing, but terrifying, 2023 directorial debut. The audience is forced to watch characters do some of the most irredeemable things, all in the name of love.ย 

And while it may not be as narratively and aesthetically strong as Talk to Me, (which I loved even more after having the chance of seeing it in IMAX earlier this year), itโ€™s definitely far more disturbing, and you wonโ€™t be able to shake off some of the images youโ€™ve seen long after youโ€™ve driven back from the movie theater and are forced to ruminate on what youโ€™ve seen. How in the hell do you expect me to drive back home after being a witness to the imagery the Philippou brothers make a reality in this film? If that doesnโ€™t sell you on the tantalizing prospect of a feel-bad time at the movies, I donโ€™t know what will. Yet, the intended effect has definitely worked on me, and itโ€™ll be hard to even think about anything else for some time.ย 

Hereโ€™s an even more important question: How does one even approach writing on a movie like this, where each screenwriting decision is meant to disturb the audience so violently that they may be unable to sleep at night? Letโ€™s start with this: this is an entirely different beast than Talk to Me, which makes it interesting, right from the get-go. Formally, itโ€™s far more confrontational than RackaRackaโ€™s previous film, especially when it comes to crafting some of the most harrowing sequences of violence you may see all year. The taller aspect ratio leans us closer to the characters, as they get to experience profound, destabilizing terror, which the Philippou brothers, alongside cinematographer Aaron McLisky, linger on for as long as they possibly can and force the audience to watch, as they gasp in pure shock at what theyโ€™re looking at.ย 

Bring Her Back' review: Sally Hawkins is an unholy terror in psycho-biddy  banger | Mashable

One scene in particular made a usually quiet audience at a press screening yell and gasp in absolute bewilderment, as McLiskyโ€™s camera showcases one of the most agonizing examples of gore you may see all year, and he rarely cuts away from the violence to get a reaction shot out of the protagonist, which most Hollywood films do. All of these scenes work incredibly well because the practical effects are nail-bitingly lifelike, and the close-ups of each severed body part are as detailed as you can get. Closing your eyes wonโ€™t do you any good, especially if youโ€™re squeamish, as the note-perfect sound design ensures youโ€™ll be able to see what youโ€™re shielding away from.ย 

Thereโ€™s another sequence that juxtaposes The Veronicasโ€™ โ€œUntouchedโ€ with brutal, demented imagery. I wonโ€™t describe it for the squeamish people reading this article, but letโ€™s just say youโ€™ll never be able to hear this popular song the same way again, because youโ€™ll now always associate it with this scene from Bring Her Back. Itโ€™s an unforgivingly traumatic cinema experience that no one, and I mean no one, is ready for.ย 

The problem, though, lies in the fact that RackaRacka seems to be staging these insane (and they are insane) sequences of gore to mask the lack of substance in its story, which follows siblings Andy (Billy Barratt) and Piper (Sora Wong), who, after the death of their father, are sent to a foster home, run by Laura (Sally Hawkins). Things seem innocuous enough at first, but the directing duo plants clues that inform us that perhaps Laura isnโ€™t the nice foster parent she makes herself out to be, as she has recently lost her daughter and will do anything toโ€ฆbring her back. Thatโ€™s about as far as Iโ€™ll go in describing the plot for you, because the best part of seeing a film like this is to know as little as possible and hope that it will enthrall โ€“ or traumatize โ€“ you.ย 

Iโ€™ll say that, as shocked as I was at some of the violence shown on screen, and as attuned I am to RackaRackaโ€™s sense of mordant humor in earlier sequences of the film (or even during its climax), as a fan of their work on YouTube, I found that, when removing all of the shocking moments Bring Her Back has, the story itself can often be lacking in purpose, beyond the sickening gore, which Talk to Me had, in capturing a profoundly human relationship between Mia and her friends.

Bring Her Back' Movie Review: A Desperate Mother and Two Siblings Cope With  Grief In An Underwhelming Revival Tale โ€” Guy At The Movies

Thematically, Bring Her Back shares similarities with their 2023 film, notably when discussing grief, but it does so in a far more distressing way than the duoโ€™s previous effort. This will undoubtedly divide some audience members, particularly when the film reaches its denouement and makes decisions that are simultaneously disturbing and nonsensical, clearly done for shock value, and with little to no thought put into the why of it all. Again, itโ€™s difficult to talk about the movie without spoiling a thing, but some key moments as the plot develops are bound to rub you the wrong way and leave you with a bad taste in your mouth.ย 

Initially, we do attach ourselves to Andy and Piperโ€™s relationship. Amidst their flaws and the horrifying experiences they share, the two love each other deeply. However, Danny and Michael do not want us to attach ourselves to their plight, because what Laura has in store for them will test them in ways theyโ€™ve never once imagined as soon as they step foot in her home. It results in an ending that seems telegraphed, but doesnโ€™t fall prey to the pitfalls that most movies in this sub-genre of films do, where the foster parent holds a dark secret, and no one around the people who are victimized believes them. In fact, the Philippou brothers donโ€™t do what most filmmakers sadly perpetuate during the climax, which gives them an edge over most horror directors who present their characters constantly making stupid decisions and being victims of their own ignorance.ย 

Adam wants to break free from Lauraโ€™s shackles, but canโ€™t do it without hard evidence that something is wrong. He doesnโ€™t make a single shortsighted decision and does the right thing every time, regardless of how unfortunate the story turns. I appreciated this from a genre that usually talks down at the characters they write, as if theyโ€™re incapable of acting intelligently and resourcefully, regardless if they are facing events their minds canโ€™t process. It proves to me that the Philippou brothers will go a long way in making horror cinema thatโ€™s not only playful and inventive, but will contain intelligently-written human characters who will always showcase the most vulnerable parts of themselves, even if the situation they are stuck in becomes extremely supernatural.ย 

Itโ€™s in those vulnerable moments where Barratt and Wongโ€™s acting shines the most, but the real star of the picture is Sally Hawkins, who gives one of the best performances of her career as the mysterious Laura. Her love for her late daughter knows no bounds, to the point that sheโ€™ll do anything (literally) to โ€œbring her back.โ€ What that entails, Iโ€™ll let you figure that out as the film progresses, but thereโ€™s an air of melancholy in her portrayal of the character thatโ€™s fascinating to dissect, even when she takes irreparable actions. It makes the filmโ€™s coda all the more heartbreaking, even if no one can condone what she does. We fully understand the lengths she will go to bring her daughter back, because the love she has for her is unconditional and will never end.ย 


That alone made the movie compelling, even if Iโ€™m a bit miffed at some of the decisions Danny and Michael make along the way. Youโ€™re better off experiencing this profoundly deranged, evil movie on your own and coming up with your own opinion of this complete nightmare. Perhaps a distanced rewatch, like Talk to Me, will reward attentive viewers in catching details they likely missed, and could make their viewing experience different if they know the narrative twists and turns RackaRacka has in store for them. However, I have no desire to watch Bring Her Back ever again, and I mean this as the highest possible compliment, even if I believe Danny and Michael Philippou arenโ€™t OKโ€ฆ

Grade: B+

Movie Review: ‘Hurry Up Tomorrow’ is an Endless Parade of The Weeknd References


Director: Trey Edward Shults
Writer: Reza Fahim, Trey Edward Shults, The Weeknd
Stars: The Weeknd, Jenna Ortega, Barry Keoghan

Synopsis: An insomniac musician encounters a mysterious stranger, leading to a journey that challenges everything he knows about himself.


At some point in every major musicianโ€™s career, they tried their hand at acting. From Michael Jackson, Prince and Cher, to Selena Gomez, Lady Gaga and Taylor Swift, the list goes on and on of singers who have appeared on screen to expand their reach as artists. It only makes sense then that Abel Tesfaye, more famously known as The Weeknd, would want to try his hand at the craft as well. After a brief appearance in 2019โ€™s Uncut Gems, Abel went on to be in 2023โ€™s The Idol, an HBO series from Sam Levinson, the creator of Euphoria, and was reportedly set in the same universe as that show. Unfortunately, The Idol was poorly received by both critics and audiences, and is considered by many to be one of the worst HBO shows to be included in the networkโ€™s prestigious 9PM Sunday night slot. However, one misstep doesnโ€™t mean the journey is over, and that leads us to 2025โ€™s Hurry Up Tomorrow.

Yes, for those who might be wondering, the movie is in fact named after The Weekndโ€™s most recent album, and acts as a companion piece to it. Directed by Trey Edward Shults (It Comes at Night, Waves), the movie stars Tesfaye as a fictionalized version of himself, as he is currently on tour and performing songs from the new album to hordes of fans who have gathered to hear his music. Accompanied by his manager, Lee (Barry Keoghan), and the rest of his team, the tour is a great success and selling well. However, Abel feels emotionally distraught, having recently been through a breakup and is now addicted to drugs and alcohol to a potential point of no return. This begins to affect his performances as he loses his voice on stage. It is at this moment that he meets Anima (Jenna Ortega), a young woman who seems to be escaping her own past life, and finds a connection in Abel.

Being a companion piece to the album, Hurry Up Tomorrow may benefit some from a listen to the source material, as some of the lyrics do, in fact, tell a story that mirrors the plot described in the above paragraph, and it makes some of the choices the movie makes have a bit more backing to them. Conceptually, as a result, it wants to be an adaptation of the album, while also acting as a retrospective look at The Weekndโ€™s career and his shattered inner psyche that forms more cracks as the movie progresses. Itโ€™s a dichotomy of an artist thatโ€™s definitely interesting to explore, and there are glimmers in Hurry Up Tomorrow where it does exactly that. When Abel meets Anima, the two go out and have fun at an amusement park, leaving the rest of the world behind. Itโ€™s a moment that looks at an escape from the misery and addictions that plague Abel.

The Weeknd's 'Hurry Up Tomorrow' blurs reality in emotional cinematic debut  โ€“ The Mesa Press

Unfortunately for Hurry Up Tomorrow, it also does a lot of this in a very maligned manner that is more concerned with how it looks than what it is actually saying, leading to a scatterbrained movie that ends up being a huge mess by the end. While there is undeniably a lot of talent on display, from its actors to Shultsโ€™s direction and use of flashy visuals and aspect ratios to differentiate sectionsโ€“a few visual tricks of his going back to It Comes at Night and Wavesโ€“to an often thunderous sound design courtesy of Johnnie Burn (coming off an Oscar win for The Zone of Interest), it squanders much of it on a sense of self-indulgence and unsubtle hammering of its messages, both visually and narratively, that only render much of Abelโ€™s dilemma as hollow and empty, and even, at times, unintentionally funny.

For his part, Tesfaye as a singer is effective enough, similar to the real-life artist; but, as an actor, he often comes up short emotionally, particularly in the movieโ€™s more dramatic moments. This is especially noticeable when heโ€™s alongside Ortega, who practically chomps the scenery in the movieโ€™s latter half and delivers one of her more heightened performances to date, and Keoghan, who isnโ€™t given much to do beyond constantly reminding Abel that he has fans who love him and that he needs to keep going for them no matter what, but still maintains a level of charisma over the proceedings. This is further affected by a thinly written script that doesnโ€™t give their characters much more context beyond just the few moments we get early on. Anima is shown to be someone on the run after burning her house down, avoiding her mother and a superfan of The Weeknd who is about to attend his concert, but the allusions made to who she represents in the movie and what she means to Abel are less effective as they are given little to no backing besides anything you heard in the actual album.

Hurry Up Tomorrow Trailer: Jenna Ortega Is Unhinged in The Weeknd's New  Thriller
Perhaps there is a possibility that superfans of The Weeknd will appreciate Hurry Up Tomorrow a lot more than others. This reviewer is in fact a fan of a lot of his music as well. However, the potential here does not match the final movieโ€™s execution of said elements, with the third act being a bizarre look into Abelโ€™s career to this point and practically spelling out what it wants to say after two acts of very surface level glimpses into its more poignant themes, and then ending on an extremely abrupt note that leaves more questions than it answers. What could have been a very scathing look into an egotistical lifestyle and its repercussions ends up overall shortchanged and lacking. Will it eventually develop a cult following with The Weekndโ€™s fanbase and listeners of Hurry Up Tomorrow the album? Time will tell, but as of right now, people will probably want the movie to hurry up and end instead.

Grade: C-

Movie Review (Cannes 2025): Spike Leeโ€™s ‘Highest 2 Lowest’ Is a Passionate, Flawed Tribute to Brooklyn and His Collaborations with Denzel Washington


Director: Spike Lee
Writer: Evan Hunter, Akira Kurosawa, Hideo Oguni
Stars: Denzel Washington, Jeffrey Wright, A$AP Rocky

Synopsis: When a titan music mogul is targeted with a ransom plot, he is jammed up in a life-or-death moral dilemma


Few filmmakers depict Brooklyn, New York like Spike Lee, from his underseen debut feature Joeโ€™s Bed-Stuy Barbershop: We Cut Heads to Do the Right Thing, his magnum opus, and, in my opinion, one of the best films ever made. He may not be originally from the area, born in Atlanta, Georgia, but Spike grew up there, lives and breathes the area, and knows it by heart, expelling his love for it in all of his New York-set pictures, no matter the narrative or genre. Spike captures the city and its always-moving people with pure authenticity; the specificity of his lensโ€“the way the characters speak and interact, the look and feel, the locations, and the music utilizedโ€“makes his works so vivid, making everything come alive instantly.ย 

For his latest work, Highest 2 Lowest (screening out of competition at the 2025 Cannes Film Festival), Spike Lee wants to honor the city of New York, and specifically Brooklyn and Bed Stuy, once again with a reimagined canvas, originally painted by Japanese maestro Akira Kurosawa in his 1963 feature High and Low. The last time he attempted to remake an Asian cinema staple was in 2013 with the Josh Brolin-led Oldboy, and it was (expectedly) terrible. If you ask him today, he might tell you the same thing. But the difference between that film and Highest 2 Lowest is that Spike does not want to remake a Kurosawa picture; he has learned from his mistakes. Instead, he uses it as inspiration to create something new and akin to his style and sensibilitiesโ€“celebrating New York, exploring today’s music industry, and honoring his bond with Denzel Washington, who has reunited for the first time in nearly twenty years.ย 

Ray Charlesโ€™ version of โ€˜Oh, What a Beautiful Mornin,โ€™ from the musical โ€˜Oklahoma!,โ€™ is the first track on Spikeโ€™s latest jukebox, accompanied by drone shots of the New York skyline. In those first shots, the director encapsulates the beauty behind the non-stop craze of the city. Soon after, we meet David King (Washington), known for once having the โ€œbest ears in the businessโ€ and the founder of a Rock-a-Fella Records-type label called Stackinโ€™ Hits. On top of his penthouse, King looks at the city from above, like royalty observing their kingdom from their castle. But he isnโ€™t on top of the world as he once was, and the events that transpire will have him fight a bout of morality that will either plunge him deeper into a worse spot or cement his legacy once again.ย 

With utmost success comes some sacrifices, and Kingโ€™s comes in the loss of connection with his wife, Pam (Ilfenesh Hadera), and son, Trey (Aubrey Joseph), as well as losing control of the label he built from the ground up. After decades of blood, sweat, and tears being spilled to create hit records and launch successful artists, King is being asked to sell his past with the label, effectively removing him entirely from the music scene he helped forge. If you look back at the โ€˜80s and โ€˜90s, those were times when many labels were created. Youโ€™d see plenty of them have their array of eclectic artists and have great moments of success. Of course, the industry was way different from what it is now.ย 

Once a dominant force, record labels are currently struggling to stay afloat, adapting to the digital age of streaming. Music might be at an even closer reach than before, with Spotify and Apple Music having a vast catalogue available by downloading an app and a monthly subscription. However, that does not necessarily translate to increased sales. Instead, there is a rapid decline in the relevance of labels and physical media. Spike Lee, who has been a part of the industry as a music-video director and soundtrack curator, saw these changes first-hand. He knows how bad things have become, both in cinema and elsewhere. And so he dedicates a part of Highest 2 Lowest to converse about the current landscape through the erasure of record labels and the dissipating relevancy of art in general. It is one of the many aspects that give the film personality and separate it from the Kurosawa picture.ย 

One day, King gets an unexpected call from a mysterious man, later revealed to be an aspiring rapper named Yung Felon (A$AP Rocky), saying that he kidnapped his son and wants 17.5 million dollars in return for him. However, the rapper does not realize that he has taken the wrong child; instead, he grabs the son of Kingโ€™s driver and old friend, Paul (Jeffrey Wright). But the kidnapper still wants the money, in cash. This forms the High and Low-style narrative framework, a pressure-cooker setup that tests the charactersโ€™ values. Will David King pay the amount he is being asked? Will he help his friend and leave behind his familyโ€™s well-being in exchange? King has much to think about as he searches New York, while Paul is worried and urges him to help.ย 

Kurosawa delved into the class divide, using his imagery to create striking metaphors of capitalist societies and governments in the post-war era of economic upheaval. Spike Leeโ€™s vision is slightly different; he leads more toward entrepreneurship and perseverance, emphasizing the importance of grinding until you succeed, with some modern conceptualizations of moral quandaries, such as cancel culture and the constant scrutiny of every move in the public eye. The latter is more referred to than examined, as Kingโ€™s backstory is up to the viewer to interpret via Washington and Wrightโ€™s solid, convincing performances. Lee doesnโ€™t offer remarkably fresh insights on the topics he raises, nor does he present his comedic sensibilities with the flair or subtlety seen in his earlier workโ€“the inclusion of mockish memes (many anti-Boston sports team tabloids) placed during the film takes some of the seriousness away from the project.ย 

The Do the Right Thing director is also less experimental than Kurosawa with his imagery, with many sequences during the first half of Highest 2 Lowest, the weakest part of the film overall, feeling flat. They contain Spike Leeโ€™s touch and energy without the verve that made his early work so fascinating, like his double dolly shots and 360 degree-rotating shots. Things tend to pick up right when we switch from Kingโ€™s apartment room in the skies to the streets of New Yorkโ€“hitting the local spots and riding the subway for some of the filmโ€™s most kinetic (and best) moments. He basks in the vibrancy and constant alert of the city to drive the film into its thrills.ย 

Highest 2 Lowest is uneven and occasionally frustrating, giving you the best of both worldsโ€“the highest in the latter half set-pieces and the lowest in the bland, annoying score and cheap comedy and camp. But when it finds its rhythm, the film becomes a gripping showcase of what Spike Lee does best: telling New York stories with a pulse and point of view. It is one of the many projects that veteran filmmakers have produced lately where legacy, both cinematic and cultural, is at the forefront. However, in this case, this isnโ€™t about him entirely; it is more about New York, the music that shaped the city, and the collaboration with his good friend Denzel Washington, who was honored with an honorary Palme dโ€™Or before the world premiere. Highest 2 Lowest may stumble, but its love for the cityโ€”and the enduring power of collaborationโ€”rings true.

Grade: B-

Movie Review (Cannes 2025): Mascha Schilinskiโ€™s โ€˜Sound of Fallingโ€™ Turns Pain Into Poetry


Director:ย Mascha Shilinski
Writers: Louise Peter, Mascha Shilinskiย 
Stars: Hanna Heckt, Lena Urzendowsky, Susanne Wuest

Synopsis: A remote German farm harbors generations of secrets. Four women, separated by decades but united by trauma, uncover the truth behind its weathered walls


Every story is a ghost story in one way or another, with stories being hauntings of the past and characters being the ghosts of real people. They let us feel the presence of what isnโ€™t there, no matter if it was thirty years or two months ago. Things cannot be changed, so we tend to tell tales to uncover the uncovered, live what hasnโ€™t been lived, or remember what has been lost. In the case of Mascha Schilinskiโ€™s sophomore feature, Sound of Falling (screened in competition at the 2025 Cannes Film Festival, where it tied for the Jury Prize), we venture through four generations of young women and their traumas living on the same German farm. In this highly experimental and melancholic exploration of guilt, shame, yearning, and repression, Schilinski offers us a poetic ghost story that unfolds through time and memory, evoking all its ominous sensations.ย 

Guided by mood and emotion, the film is carefully pieced together. Schilinski invites the audience to fully immerse themselves in the sensory experience to marinate in its motifs. Through inspired filmmaking, Schilinski leaves her mark on the Cannes competition with adept tact, a distinctive visual language, and a resounding voice. In Sound of Falling, there are numerous characters, each represented in a separate chapter, following one of the central women in their respective eras. At the same time, they struggle on the family farm. They are all young, with Schilinski commenting that the patriarchal abuse begins right from the start, deconstructing the person without the chance of building their own identity. The film begins in the early 20th century, with Alma (Hanna Heckt) at its center.

Alma has seen many troubling things in her young life, all of which she describes with great detail during her narration, starting with her uncle losing a leg through amputation and her auntโ€™s intrigue with him and his injury. Her descriptions are delivered as if Heckt was reciting poetry, with each memory told in prose, but dark and brooding. Many existentialist and contemplative comments are shared by Alma, as well as the other narrators that you hear. These voices, and the images that accompany them, gave me goosebumps, making me quite anxious and dreading an escape. But there isnโ€™t one; you must let it take over you until Schilinski decides to open the door. Alma worries about her mortality, questioning what happens when we die, and sheโ€™s answered: โ€œNothing.โ€ย 

A sense of despondency consumed me from this response; cinematographer Fabian Gamper lingers in the shadows surrounding the farm. What Schilinski wants to do with these existentialist parables is not create a crisis in the same vein as Lars von Trierโ€™s Melancholia; she wants to say that even with death, there is no finality. The pain and suffering continue to linger for generations, sometimes being transferred from one vessel to anotherโ€“the burden of life is imprinted on the ones who havenโ€™t even begun to live yet. There is a lucidity to these retellings; even at a young age, Alma understands the rigor of what she has seen or heard. That despondency and suffering plagues the farmhouse, and it goes through Alma and is passed down to her daughter, Angelika (Lena Urzendowsky), who experiences some horrid things.ย 

Each generation inherits the pain of the last, their suffering accumulating like dust in the farmhouse walls. Their lives are intertwined through cruelty, with things never seeming to change as time passes. The setting changes due to modernization, but the delicate lining of the farmhouse remains static, its walls built on the sadness and fear these women face daily. This feeding shapes the ghost storyโ€“consuming the women’s once-lucky spirits and turning them into specters that haunt the farm day by day, year by year. Time is fractured, so is the structure of Sound of Falling, as it jumps between different periods to present a variety of perspectives and hear the accounts of a broken soul navigating the seas of melancholy, which makes the experience very disorienting. You feel astray, disconnected from your world, and voyaging through the sadness. You never know where you are or what time it is.ย 

It is not the guided travels in the form of Gaspar Noรฉโ€™s Enter the Void, where we follow the spirit of a recently deceased man as he searches for the afterlife, inspired by the scriptures in The Tibetan Book of the Dead. But we enter the womenโ€™s encapsulation of the void, which is equally (and even more so) hauntingly entrancing. At first, you donโ€™t know what Schilinski wants to do with Sound of Falling. The first array of images evokes an eerie feeling from a scene of liveliness: the image of a young girl with a shadowy presence, as everything goes quiet, is preceded by that of her sisters laughing as their maid chases them after they prank her. The audience is presented with two tones in a matter of seconds, and one is curious about the cause of this shift.ย 

Later on, you get a grasp on the reason โ€œwhyโ€ of this change during the introduction. Innocence is taken away for tragic clarity. Laughter drowns in the woes of othersโ€“a thing of nightmares becomes reality through subtle reverberations of surrealism. A sound, a voice in the background, or a photograph invokes dread in simple, imaginative ways. Schilinski never opts to over-style her film because it might rid her film of its grounded yet ghostly atmosphere. Her focus is more on building an ominous atmosphere and creating a sense of being in a constant loop, without sensationalizing the characters’ suffering to the point of exploitation. Schilinski trusts the viewer to sit with discomfort and recognize the echoes of trauma not just in dialogue or expression but in the air, silence, and repetition. The film does not offer answers or catharsis. We are left unsettled and wandering through this emotional fog during and after the movie, where Schilinski turns pain into poetry and memory into myth.

Grade: A-

Movie Review: ‘Fountain of Youth’ is Just A Wannabe Adventure Film


Director: Guy Ritchie
Writer: James Vanderbilt
Stars: John Krasinski, Natalie Portman, Eiza Gonzรกlez

Synopsis: Two estranged siblings join forces to seek the legendary Fountain of Youth. Using historical clues, they embark on an epic quest filled with adventure. If successful, the mythical fountain could grant them immortality.


Usually, I enjoy nothing more than an old-fashioned, swashbuckling family adventure filmโ€”one where people search for fabled lost treasure and the goal is simply to immerse yourself in B-movie bliss. Thatโ€™s exactly what I was hoping for with Apple TV+โ€™s Fountain of Youth, anyway. This is where I risk sounding a bit pretentious with a mini film history lessonโ€”specifically, about how Steven Spielberg and Harrison Ford got it right over forty years ago with Raiders of the Lost Ark.

The team behind the Indiana Jones franchise understood the assignment: a proper, pulpy homage to the serial films of the 1930s and 1940s. Those stories reveled in characters throwing themselves into what felt like tangible adventure, rather than being drowned in CGI effects that yank you out of the experience. Ironically, the two most recent films featuring the iconic fedora-wearing archaeologist have nearly become parodies of themselves, hampered by an overreliance on modern filmmaking technology that stunts the character’s charm and growth.

Like the later entries in a once-great franchise, Fountain of Youth is the unintended consequence of incalculable success. The filmmakers arenโ€™t crafting a filmโ€”theyโ€™re producing streaming content, banking on a tried-and-true concept and a cast of likable (and recognizable) actors to distract from the fact that everything about the movie is so vain, shallow, and meaningless, youโ€™re left with no reason to care about the outcome.

MOVIE REVIEW: Fountain of Youth โ€” Every Movie Has a Lesson

The story follows Luke Purdeu (A Quiet Placeโ€™s John Krasinski), a disgraced former archaeologist known for his, letโ€™s say, unorthodox methods of searching for lost treasures. We first meet Luke in Thailand, where the tall, gawky-looking American is riding a moped while carrying a painting he has clearly obtained illegally. His suspicions are confirmed when he is ambushed by henchmen from a crime syndicate.ย 

Though he manages to escape, he is soon confronted on a train by a mysterious and striking woman named Esme (Eiza Gonzรกlez). It’s unclear who Esme works for or what organization she represents, but sheโ€™s after the stolen painting, and her reasons go beyond its monetary value. Meanwhile, we meet Charlotte (Academyย  Award winner Natalie Portman, taking a paycheck here), who lives abroad in London and is going through a contentious divorce from her husband.ย 

Together, they co-parent their eleven-year-old son, a musical prodigy named Thomas (Benjamin Chivers). Charlotte is currently working a dull 9-to-5 museum curating jobโ€”a far cry from the adventurous life Thomas’s father once led as an Indiana Jonesโ€“like figure traveling the world searching for evidence of the Sun God. Later, Luke shows up uninvited at Charlotteโ€™s workplace, using his sister to help steal a painting containing clues pointing to the adventure of a lifetime.

Apple Original Films unveils trailer for Guy Ritchie's โ€œFountain of Youthโ€  - Apple TV+ Press

Fountain of Youth was directed by Guy Ritchie (Lock, Stock, and Two Smoking Barrels), a man known for highly distinctive action films with a flair for, depending on your mood, ear-pleasing dialogue and unusual characters. In the past decade, he has focused on bloated, big-budget films that are too obsessed with style over substance. The same concept applies here, but now relies on cookie-cutter cutout characters that borrow from better adventure fare and classic themes of mythical locations.ย 

That is also the fault of the script from James Vanderbilt, who wowed us with the script for Zodiac, but then made us question our love for movies in the first place with Independence Day: Resurgence. Vanderbilt goes back toย  the old trope of a rich man, Owen (Ex Machinaโ€™s Domhnall Gleeson), who is funding Lukeโ€™s team, which consists of the tech muscle Patrick (The Boysโ€™ Laz Alonso) and security brains (The Penguinโ€™s Carmen Ejogo), on the search for the Fountain of Youth. This spring reportedly will give anyone everlasting life if they drink it.ย 

There is a heaping amount of exposition in the film, in all three acts, including an atrociously bad one that was nothing more than to add a recognized name and face, Stanly Tucci, setting up a franchise for the streamer. When Ritchie is obsessed with style, plot points go out the window and care for the story, like law enforcement being killed in the background during what was supposed to be a fun sequence, that does away with the concept of family fare.ย 

Fountain of Youth ending explained: What happens to Owen? | LSA IndiaThen thereโ€™s the additional old trope of breaking a child out of their shell. Now, I know itโ€™s a film, but it always baffles me when an adult brings a child on a life-or-death adventureโ€”bullets flying past their heads, people literally dying around themโ€”and somehow thinks, โ€œYes, this will help the child grow into a well-adjusted, fully functioning adult.โ€ And then thereโ€™s the matter of the real villain, which is so painfully obvious as Vanderbiltโ€™s script keeps hammering the point home from the second act onward, leaving no room for surprise or suspense.

Donโ€™t get me wrongโ€”Fountain of Youth is pleasant enough as a mindless distraction to pass the time. The characters are likable, with Krasinski delivering a buffed-up, charming version of his Jim Halpert persona. I couldnโ€™t tell if Portmanโ€™s character was meant to be the stereotypically annoyed female caricature, or if it was just an unconscious passive-aggressiveness, churning out the same โ€œvoice of reasonโ€ dialogue every five minutes. Frankly, the film would have been much more enjoyable if it had focused on the friction between Gonzรกlezโ€™s Esme and Luke. Still, that dynamic is undercut by the filmโ€™s insistence on maintaining a family-friendly storyline.

Ultimately, this is just another Indiana Jones wannabe that merely passes the time. Honestly, watching it made me wonder why anyone wouldnโ€™t just turn it off and put on a real Indy adventureโ€”watching him globe-trot with his famous friends like the big-hearted Sallah, the lovably befuddled Marcus, the fiery Marion, or the ever-adorable Short Round. And you shouldโ€”right nowโ€”even if youโ€™ve seen it before. Because this? This is just a Ritchie-Krasinski-Portman knockoff of Spielberg-Ford-Allen, anyway.

You can stream Fountain of Youth only on Apple TV+ May 23rd!

Grade: C-

Podcast Review: Lilo & Stitch

On this episode, JD and Brendan are joined by a very special guest (JD’s son Sam!) as we review Disney’s latest live-action remake Lilo & Stitch! We are biased, but this is one of our favorite episodes to date. Sam was so excited and we had a great time getting his perspective on Lilo, Stitch and all the fun they have in the movie. It might not be a masterwork, but it’s also not nearly as egregious as others make it out to be.

Review: Lilo & Stitch (4:00)
Director: Dean Fleischer Camp
Writer: Chris Kekaniokalani Bright, Mike Van Waes
Stars: Maia Kealoha, Sydney Elizebeth Agudong, Chris Sanders

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Movie Review: ‘Nonnas’ is a Pure Comfort Meal


Director: Stephen Chbosky
Writers: Liz Maccie, Jody Scaravella
Stars: Vince Vaughn, Lorraine Bracco, Talia Shire

Synopsis: After losing his beloved mother, a man risks everything to honor her by opening an Italian restaurant with actual grandmothers as the chefs.


It’s their attention to detail. Very rarely does a film that uses food as a canvas for storytelling suffer from losing the audienceโ€™s attention. Think about itโ€”the unveiling of the great timpano in Big Night, the way Jon Favreauโ€™s Carl Casper carefully crafts a beautiful meal before confronting Oliver Plattโ€™s food critic in Chef, or even in animation, how Anton Ego takes his first bite of Remyโ€™s titular dish in Ratatouille. Even the smallest scenes, like the meticulous way Paul Sorvino thinly slices garlic with a razor blade in Goodfellas, show how food can ground a story in texture, memory, and meaning.

I felt the same warmth in Netflixโ€™s new film Nonnas when they invited Joey to the counter to watch his Nonna make the gravy. You can almost smell the basil and taste the sweetness of the tomatoes, and watching piles of food being devoured by happy family members is a delight to behold. (I especially relate to the guy who took four slices of lasagna with a single spatula.) Nonnas bring the feeling of nostalgia, and how good it is to tell a story, and have the power to bring back overwhelming memories, good or bad, all that matters is that you relive them without regrets.ย 

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The story of Nonnas follows Joe (Vince Vaughn), who is grieving the recent loss of his mother. To make matters worse, he misses his grandmother, his beloved โ€œNonna,โ€ as well. In an effort to reconnect with his roots, Joe turns to generations-old recipes for solace, comfort, and, frankly, the kind of direction only the elder women in a strong family can provide. Heโ€™s not aloneโ€”he has a support system, including his best friend Bruno (Magic Mikeโ€™s Joe Manganiello) and his wife Stella (Drea de Matteo), who bring him food and invite him over for dinner.

Joe also visits his momโ€™s best friend, Roberta (The Sopranosโ€™ Lorraine Bracco), at her care facility. She gives him a letter, telling him to read it โ€œwhen the time is right.โ€ As the nights grow longer and his sense of purpose drifts, Joe finds closure by using his motherโ€™s insurance money to open a restaurant. With the help of her lifelong friends, he launches Enoteca Mariaโ€”a kitchen staffed by four โ€œnonnas,โ€ each representing a different region of Italy and bringing their own culinary traditions and nostalgia to every plate.

Nonnas Review: This Tasty Vince Vaughn Dramedy Eventually Won Me Over  Thanks To Its Big Heart

Nonnas was directed by Stephen Chbosky, best known for helming one of the greatest coming-of-age films of the 21st century, The Perks of Being a Wallflower, as well as the unfairly maligned Dear Evan Hansen. Working from a script by his wife, Liz Maccie (Siren), the film is based on the true story of American chef Joe Scaravellaโ€”a restaurateur best known for establishing the real-life restaurant featured in the film in 2007, where rotating โ€œnonnasโ€ regularly prepare traditional home-cooked meals.

Before you start questioning if this is a way for Mr. Scaravella to get around child labor laws by โ€œhiringโ€ older adults to chain them to a kitchen island to keep them working for free, Nonnas is delightful, filled with heartfelt messaging, and makes for a good family film about honoring those weโ€™ve lost and celebrating the wisdom of our elders. The film is poignant, while yes, being a little bit manipulative, but never crossing that line fully. In fact, itโ€™s warm, bubbly, and affirming in a way that most streaming films lose the concept of quickly in order to fit an algorithm narrative.ย 

Nonnas is rich in meaning, wanting to honor the way one was raised and shaped, which happens through not just one, but multiple generations. Itโ€™s the equivalent of a warm family dinner that has trouble closing the distance when it comes to themes of grief, loss, and mindfulness. The script is a highly fictionalized take on the true story, but that is most films, clearly slanted for crowd-pleasing viewing with comedic takes, like when Bracco refers to Craigslist as โ€œThe List of Craig.โ€ Of course, it could be all true, how would I know? I hope two old nonnas started a food fight, using tomatoes and garlic as grenades in the name of team building.ย 

The cast is the ticket here, including Bracco, Susan Sarandon (Thelma & Louise), Talia Shire (The Godfather), Brenda Vaccaro (Once Upon a Time in Hollywood), and Linda Cardellini (Green Book). They hit the right notes, along with classic feel-good tropes, that make this a nostalgia machine for any age, group, or family. Everything about those dinner scenes, the banter, laughs, arguments, and camaraderie on screen, is mouth-watering entertainment, even though the film is not as authentically meaningful in themes as the dishes they present.ย 


You can stream Nonnas only on Netflix.

Grade: B

Jafar Panahi: The Director Who Refuses To Be Silenced

With the Palme dโ€™Or win for his latest movie, It Was Just An Accident, Iranian director Jafar Panahi joins an elite class of directors whoโ€™ve won the big three festival prizes at Cannes, Berlin, and Venice. Frenchman Henri-Georges Clouzot, Italian Michelangelo Antonioni, and American Robert Altman all won the Palme dโ€™Or, Golden Lion, and Golden Bear as well, and they are legends in their own right. Panahi may not be a major standout from Iran compared to Asghar Farhadi and Abbas Kiarostami, but Panahi has been in the business long enough that his name now has to be considered among the elites from the notoriously censorious nation. Winning the Palme dโ€™Or is probably the best middle finger Panahi could give to the authorities at home, who have banned him from filmmaking, yet he continues to defy. 

Panahiโ€™s filmmaking experience came from his days in the military when he was conscripted into the army during the Iran-Iraq War in the 1980s. He was their cinematographer, capturing footage on the ground as part of the propaganda for the newly established Islamic Republic, and was a Prisoner of War for 76 days. After his discharge, Panahi enrolled in film school, where his exposure to Western films influenced his style going into narrative filmmaking during the ’90s. After a series of short documentaries and serving as Kiarostamiโ€™s assistant for his film, Through the Olive Trees, Panahi made his narrative feature debut in 1995 with The White Balloon.

The film follows a young girl who wants to buy a goldfish but is unable due to her motherโ€™s refusal to give her the money. She tries to trick her way into getting the money, but manages to lose it twice and tries to get it back. Worldwide acclaim for The White Balloon won numerous awards for Panahi and was submitted by Iran as the countryโ€™s nominee for Best International Film at the Oscars. However, the government attempted to withdraw the nomination, which was refused; this would start a series of interferences between the government and Panahi. In 2000, Panahi released The Circle, winning the Golden Lion at Venice. The drama, which was critical of Iranโ€™s treatment of women, was later banned by the authorities, and so was his next feature, Crimson Gold.

Iranโ€™s strict rules on what can be depicted about Iranian society, as well as formal permission from the Ministry of Culture and Islamic Guidance, have always clamped down on certain dissents made by artists. His next film, Offside, was even a more direct attack on the government, the story about a group of girls who disguise themselves as boys to watch a soccer game. Iran prohibits women and girls from attending certain sporting events to prevent women from hearing crude language and seeing men in shorts and t-shirts; again, Panahi refused to change the story and filmed in secret. He was able to set up outside distribution and sneak the film out of Iran before the authorities banned and confiscated it. By then, authorities moved to crush open dissent harder after the Green Movement in 2009, which Panahi supported, and he was arrested. 

Along with fellow director Mohammad Rasoulof, Panahi was convicted of โ€œintention to commit crimes against the country’s national security and propaganda against the Islamic Republic,” and sentenced to six years imprisonment plus a twenty-year ban from any work in media. The international response was massive, with many organizations, filmmakers, actors, and other public figures condemning the sentences. Panahi was later allowed to serve his sentence under house arrest, where he continued to make movies in secret. This Is Not A Film follows him over ten days, talking to his lawyers while appealing his sentence and reflecting on his career up to then. Closed Curtain was filmed secretly at his home about two people in hiding from the police – a docufiction mirroring Panahiโ€™s situation. In 2015, Taxi, which won Panahi the Golden Bear in Berlin, follows the director while working as a cab driver, talking to his passengers about daily life in Tehran, who speak openly about how they feel about what is happening in their country. 

By the time he made It Was Just An Accident, also shot secretly and without permission due to his filmmaking ban, Panahi was officially free and allowed to travel out of the country. At the Cannes Film Festival for the first time in years, Panahi presents a story about how a man who accidentally runs over a dog snowballs into a much serious conflict that challenges all the characters involved. Again, it challenges Iranian authority with women being shown not wearing their hijab, a law Iranian officials have taken a hardline stance on. Panahi gave tribute to other artists at home who remain banned from working or travelling, and his victory at Cannes solidifies Panahi as one of the most important filmmakers in the world. Neon has the rights to the film, which means itโ€™s an immediate Oscar contender later in the year. 

Iran is a country that has produced an incredible wealth of amazing movies, but is also challenged by theocratic rule, which demands obedience and following of Islamic law. Many Iranian artists have now gone on to live in exile so they can openly criticize the government and demand change. Panahi, however, has refused to go into exile, continuing to make movies in his homeland in defiance of the law. โ€œThose who are making their first films are forced to do whatever they are told; they allow the censors to mutilate their films,โ€ said Panahi in an interview. โ€œIf we do not stand up to the censors, the conditions will be worse for the young filmmakers.โ€ His daring storytelling makes him a hero to everyone who stands for freedom of expression and the refusal to compromise against a restrictive machine. 

Episode 638: Top 5 Mission: Impossible Stunts

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This week on the InSession Film Podcast, with The Final Reckoning maybe being the end, we do a consensus ranking of the Top 5 stunts in the Mission: Impossible franchise! We also discuss the weekend box office and the 2025 Cannes Film Festival.

– More on The Final Reckoning (0:34)
Despite having a cathartic conversation with Griffin Schiller of FilmSpeak in our review of Mission: Impossible – The Final Reckoning, it turns out we had more to say on the film. We love this franchise and there’s something about these last two and its hard right turn with how they treat Ethan that left us quite frustrated.ย 

– Dumb Twitter Discourse / 2025 Cannes (26:29)
The discourse around Lilo & Stitch has been nothing short of dumb and disingenuous. We felt inspired to not only address it, but specifically talk about why parents would take their kids to see *checks notes* a kids movie. Of all the movies out right now, it turns out there’s only one option appropriate for young kids. And you guys are never going to guess which one it is. After losing our minds, we end the segment celebrating the great films to come out of this year’s Cannes Film Festival. The fall season looks to be really exciting.


RELATED: Listen to Episode 610 of the InSession Film Podcast where we discussed our Top 10 Movies of 2024!


– Mission: Impossible Stunts Ranking (1:04:57)
Instead of doing a traditional Top 5 this week, we thought it would be more fun to do a consensus ranking of the best Mission: Impossible stunts. We started off by aiming for the five stunts that we loved the most, and ended up discussing thirteen because we just couldn’t help ourselves. There’s just so many absurd and incredible stunts to talk about, with some of them changing Hollywood filmmaking as we know it.ย  With that said, what would be your Top 5 Mission: Impossible stunts?

– Music
Hui Hou – Dan Romber
Mission: Impossibe Theme – Danny Elfman

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Classic Film Review: ‘The Shining’ 45 Years Later: ย A Creepy Classic Maintains Timeless Mania


Director: Stanley Kubrick
Writers: Stephen King, Stanley Kubrick, Diane Johnson
Stars: Jack Nicholson, Shelley Duvall, Danny Lloyd

Synopsis: A family heads to an isolated hotel for the winter, where a sinister presence influences the father into violence. At the same time, his psychic son sees horrifying forebodings from both the past and the future.


Is Stanley Kubrickโ€™s The Shining a horror movie? Perhaps in the modern sense, but if you make that determination, youโ€™d have to believe it was the only one heโ€™d ever made. Itโ€™s certainly scary, but now 45 years post-release, it may be more aptly placed in a genre all its own. The Shining would be one of the greatest horror movies of all time, but what it actually is has transcended any such definition. In simpler terms, the movie is โ€œits own thingโ€.

Evidence for the filmโ€™s existence on a higher plane than just about any other can be found, much like other great works of art, in just how many copies, and copies or copies of it, that there are. Take It Chapter Two, for example, which releases four decades after The Shining. That one is a horror movie, no doubt, yet far less scary than the former. It also directly references the former in a way completely irrelevant to the plot, wherein a character shouts โ€œHereโ€™s Johnny!โ€ towards the filmโ€™s climax.

Yes, Stephen King wrote both books, but for movies so far apart and otherwise completely unrelated, such a focused inclusion only nods to the overwhelming impact The Shining has had on the horror genre, whether or not it meant to. Kubrickโ€™s film is one that youโ€™ve got to be patient with; itโ€™s a prodding narrative that seeps into your psyche with painstaking precision. It sneaks up on you, like a car you canโ€™t hear running, and before you know it you, too, are running from an axe-wielding Jack Torrance. From that teal title card accompanied by an irreplaceable, natural film grain, the filmโ€™s eventual mania is immediately felt in a kind of encapsulated, instant vision.

Notoriously, King didnโ€™t like this adaptation of his book at all, preferring a made for television version that would come a little later down the line. But that one didnโ€™t have Jack Nicholson, soโ€ฆ why bother? It goes without saying, but Nicholsonโ€™s performance in The Shining is the driving core that makes the entire thing tick. It’s the same general impact that an action star may make on a big movie franchise, but on a much smaller scale and in one singular instance โ€” and he isnโ€™t just good towards the end, when heโ€™s shouting and chasing and losing his mind.

Nicholson plants Torranceโ€™s seed of unease very early on in the film, well before any of the characters around him care to recognize the potential evils that outline him. When he takes the job to care for the Overlook Hotel, his eventual descent appears to be faintly visible in the look he gives the man who makes the offer. Itโ€™s a life yet to be lived by a man who may not mentally be there just yet, but the writing’s on the wall. Just a brilliant performance that enough canโ€™t possibly be said about.

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That goes for the whole film, really. Itโ€™s one of those that youโ€™re forced to turn your brain off for in the best way possible; could you nitpick it and find something to complain about? Sure, but why would you when whatโ€™s present is so passionately crafted that it puts most everything being released today to shame? Whether in the horror genre or elsewhere, this is the sort of once in a lifetime cinematic experience that permanently changed the way people saw the medium back in 1980. In fact, it hasnโ€™t been the same since. A trip to the Overlook is the perfect antidote to any film buff who may feel bummed out after another mediocre trip to the movies; if all else fails, this is one you can boot up in any mood, at any time, for any reason, and itโ€™ll do the trick and then some.

Grade: A

Movie Review: โ€˜Lilo & Stitchโ€™ (2025) Continues Disneyโ€™s Trend of Lifeless Remakes


Director: Dean Fleischer Camp
Writers: Chris Kekaniokalani Bright and Mike Van Waes
Stars: Maia Kealoha, Chris Sanders, Sydney Agudong

Synopsis: The story of a Hawaiian girl meeting a fugitive alien who helps mend her broken family


For well over a decade now, Disney has been sucking their well of classic animated films dry to make a quick buck by creating live-action versions of the same material. Some are completely different takes on the material like 2020โ€™s Mulan, and others are lifeless photocopy jobs like 2019โ€™s The Lion King. Their latest attempt at this tried and true formula with Lilo & Stitch (2025) ends up lying somewhere in between these two types. The original Lilo & Stitch film from 2002, despite coming out at a time when Disney Animation was in a slump, proved to last through multiple generations as a heartwarming story about the meaning of family. Unfortunately, considering the quality of all of their others, it’s no surprise that Disney’s latest live-action revamp misses the core, the heart from the original.

The new Lilo & Stitch, despite running 20 minutes longer than the original film, has so much less thematic substance than the original that it’s utterly confounding. When it’s not just following the beat-by-beat strokes of the original, it makes some of the most bizarre and haphazard changes and additions to the story that either add nothing to the film but fluff or actively harm what the remake is trying to accomplish. Young actress Maia Kealoha, as Lilo, seems to be the only aspect of this remake that the movie captures with the warmth of the original. Still, Lilo & Stitch appears to yet again render these remakes as pointless, sludgy-looking cash grabs for the company’s benefit.

The narrative of this remake mostly remains the same with mad scientist Jumba (Zach Galifianakis) being put on trial for the creation of experiment 626, aka Stitch (voiced by Chris Sanders, co-director and voice of Stitch in the original film). Still, Stitch goes on to escape his capture and lands on planet Earth in the state of Hawaii where he is adopted by Lilo and Nani (Sydney Agudong). However, the issues with this remake are apparent from the start with a weirdly breakneck pace through its first 20 minutes of introducing us to the characters while trying to hit beats that the movie knows its audience will remember. The main problem is that this is yet another case where the lack of these moments in the remake will be filled in with the nostalgia that many have for the original film, which is the laziest way to tell this story to both newer and older audiences.ย 

As stated previously, it’s very apparent that the only performance here that manages to capture even an iota of the original’s charm is Maia Kealoha, who brings a similar likability to the character that is present in the original. She manages to find a nice connection to Stitch even though the CG creature is not there with her on set, an incredibly impressive feat for such a young first-time performer. Unfortunately, performance-wise there isn’t much else to talk about other than the shockingly awful performance from Zach Galifianakis. From the opening minutes, it is so obvious that his type of voice and mannerisms as an actor do not fit the character whatsoever, and it doesn’t help matters when they entirely shift Jumba as the villain of this film. This haphazard change ruins the dynamic he is supposed to form with Stitch later in the film, when he realizes the creature has greater purpose than destruction.

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Even though the central focus of the original surrounds Lilo and Naniโ€™s family, there are a shocking amount of changes and new additions to the human cast of the film, as well. The most apparent of them is the inclusion of Tลซtลซ (Amy Hill) as a neighbor who lives next to Nani and Lilo, but as with the other remakes, it comes off as an inclusion whose presence makes no difference to the film. Courtney B. Vance plays this filmโ€™s version of Cobra Bubbles who is also bizarrely changed to be a CIA agent who decides to be a social worker in disguise instead of the reverse; yet another unneeded fluff change that somehow doesnโ€™t even compare how different Sydney Agudongโ€™s Nani is in this version of the story. Here, she is made to be an aspiring marine biologist who can’t achieve that career because of her little sister. Not only does this change barely add anything new to the core of the story, but it forgets that what made Naniโ€™s smaller regular life conflicts so important was that it could relate so much more to the struggles of the average person. It’s an utterly confounding change that takes so much more away than it adds.ย 


The truth is, I wish I could say Disneyโ€™s Live-action Lilo and Stitch was even just mildly better than the bottom of the barrel quality weโ€™ve been getting from these kinds of movies for years now, but that would just be a swerve further away from the truth than imaginable. Itโ€™s yet another limp reincarnation of such an lively 2D animated film that fails to even remotely capture the same sort of magic that was present in that 2002 film. Lilo & Stitch (2025) is an empty husk that will leave the brains of those who watch it immediately after the fact. ย 

Grade: D+

Movie Review (Cannes 2025): โ€˜Romerรญaโ€™ Allows Carla Simรณnโ€™s Memories To Wash Ashore in Galicia


Director: Carla Simรณn
Writer: Carla Simรณn
Stars: Tristรกn Ulloa, Sara Casasnovas, Llรบcia Garcia

Synopsis: With her mother’s diary in hand, Marina’s search for official documents for university leads her to her biological family on the Atlantic coast. What starts as an administrative quest reveals long-buried family secrets.


Since her directorial debut, Summer 1993, Spanish filmmaker Carla Simรณn has been crafting a loose trilogy centered around family relationships and identity, where she draws inspiration from her own life to create poignant, nuanced stories that play with her memory in poetic ways. Each film covers a different time and place. Simรณn takes her experiences as a kid, whether in the rural area or farming region of the Catalan countryside, and sends us on a journey through remembrance, without drowning too much in the overly sentimental nostalgia trips that many directors adopt during their retellings. She looks at these moments through a new lens, capturing what might have passed her mind when younger.

The things that children donโ€™t understand in adult situations are presented with the innocence of the kid at the center of the story and a maturity from the now older filmmaker. But the trilogy is now coming to a close. Following her excellent Golden Bear-winning Alcarrร s, Simรณn presents Romerรญa (screening in competition at the 2025 Cannes Film Festival), the third and final installment of this series of films about family, memory, and coming of age. Switching scenarios from the Catalan countryside to the Galician seaside towns, Simรณnโ€™s latest is her most personal work, covering a period in her life that has made a mark on herโ€“one that still hurts her to some degree. It was a period of fragmented remembering, during which portraits deemed incomplete turned into beautiful paintings.ย 

People who were once estranged were brought back into your life to guide you during this reminiscence. Romerรญa is set during the summer of 2004, in the town of Vigo, Galicia, and follows an eighteen-year-old girl, Marina (Llรบcia Garcia, Simรณnโ€™s surrogate), who travels from Barcelona to Spainโ€™s Atlantic coast in order to get her parentsโ€™ death certificates from her biological grandparents needed for a film school grant. The scholarship Marina is applying for requires a document acknowledging her bloodline. Marinaโ€™s parents passed away from AIDSโ€“the second film at the festival about the topic, alongside Julia Ducournauโ€™s Alphaโ€“during the โ€˜90s epidemic, hence her being taken care of by adoptive parents. Like Ducournau, Simรณn reflects on a time that was deeply affected by drugs and the transmission of this disease, with many people losing their loved ones via overdose, AIDS, and other related incidents.ย 

It was a troubling time that Ducournau and Simรณn lived through and they felt those pains firsthand, specifically the Spanish filmmaker. But the two have different approaches to discussing the time and the people affected by it. Ducournau is broader (and more mournful) in her dissection, utilizing the collective community’s fears, melancholy, and worries to shape her story about an ostracized family. She brilliantly basks in the darkness. But Simรณn embraces the light that kisses the Galician terrains and coastsโ€“the places where her parents fell deeply in loveโ€“without shying away from the coldness that emerges from the recollections of her family. The two films are polar opposites, yet connected at their hearts, with pain and resilience holding them together.ย 

From here, very early in the film, you sense Simรณnโ€™s openness; her willingness to share personal details about her youth and disconnected family has always been present in all her projects, including her shorts. However, in Romerรญa, since it is a point in her life when she finally knew who her parents were, it feels like a topic she wouldโ€™ve keptย  hidden previously during her early years. But now, with three feature films in her portfolio and having reconciled with all those thoughts during the filming process, she invites us to hear the complete storyโ€“completing the picture of what made her parents the people they were. Upon arrival, Marina is met with open arms from her aunts, uncles, and cousins, all happy to know everything about her.ย 

The only person with a different approach towards her is Uncle Iago (Alberto Gracia), a sidelined member of the family who refuses to bury the past of those who have passed. Iago is the only member of this family who is willing to talk about Marinaโ€™s parents and their turmoil, like her fatherโ€™s heroin addiction, which ultimately led to the contraction of the disease, and his bond with her mother. Curious as a teenager always is, Marina converses with Iago and learns the secrets that lingered in her parentsโ€™ lives. Even though they have been dead for many years, these conversations and the trip to Galicia have helped her grow closer to themโ€“her fractured memories slowly being repaired as they unfold in a new light that shines their double-edged personalities.ย 

Simรณn then plays with these retellings from Iago and the rest of the family in a fleeting manner, with tons of poetic nuances and her usual swift delicacy. From a single instance where her grandmother tells Marina that she has a keen resemblance to her mother, Simรณn takes the viewer from the 2000s to the โ€˜80s, where we see a young couple deeply in love. Those are Marinaโ€™s parents, played by Llรบcia Garcia and Mitch Martin. It is a daring swing (Simรณnโ€™s most daring swing in her filmmaking career, if you ask me) into the mystical, where Garcia not only is a stand-in for Simรณn, but her mother as well. Simรณn’s trust in Garcia must be enormous, as she is tasked with not only the role of playing her, but also the caretaker who left her life way too soon. Simรณn also has another actor playing dual roles in Mitch Martin, who plays Marinaโ€™s father (and in counterpart Simรณnโ€™s) as well as her eldest cousin, Nuno.ย 

A spectral element blossoms from these scenes of cinematic remembrance; they capture the haunting beauty of memory and timeโ€“the displacement of recollection. Using her motherโ€™s diary as a framing device helps us navigate these moments as if it were Simรณn reading it for the first time. And in a festival where cinematic poetry has been vast and seen in various effective forms (Sirรขt, Alpha, Resurrection, Sound of Falling, amongst other excellent examples), Simรณn finds a way to make her wistfulness stand out in the competition and in her filmography too. As we travel from the past to the present, and vice versa, Marina connects with the rest of the family members, each revealing a small yet intricate detail about her parents. But that means that the depicted retellings do take a darker turn.ย 

What begins as a love story from these visions later descends into addiction, where the heroin takes control of them and ultimately separates the two emotionally. Dashes of the late Carlos Sauraโ€™s Deprisa, Deprisa (Faster, Faster) are noticed in Romerรญa not only in the story itself but in the actorsโ€™ characteristics tooโ€“Garcia and Martin resemble the two leads from the film, Berta Socuellamos Zarco and Josรฉ Antonio Valdelomar, who, rather tragically, passed away from a heroin overdose. The excellent and tragic 1981 film follows Angela (Zarco) and Pablo (Valdelomar) as they fall in love and into the hands of drugs. A cinematic circle begins to shape itself, where Simรณn and Saura, a significant influence on her work, connect with reverence, adding an equally touching and saddening splendor that is easy to be moved by.ย 

Like Saura, Simรณn takes time to talk about people succumbing to the periphery of drugs in โ€˜80s Spain. Although Romerรญa does not expand on the impossibility of escape during the post-Franco urban margins as much as Deprisa, Deprisa, there is a heartfelt commentary on youth and love during a period of uncertainty. The Spanish filmmaker questions: Why do people pick and choose the stories they keep secret and decide to tell? And she comes up with Romerรญa as an answer to such a question. What I love about the film, and Simรณnโ€™s approach, is that even if this is a story based on her experiences, she concocts a universal portrait, not explicitly related to losing your parents (and the things we never knew about them), but the search for clarity and lucidity in the blurred, melancholic moments of our lives.ย 

Grade: A-

Movie Review: โ€˜The Phoenician Schemeโ€™ Hides Depth Behind Beautiful Scenery


Director: Wes Anderson
Writer: Wes Anderson
Stars: Benicio del Toro, Mia Threapleton, Michael Cera

Synopsis: Wealthy businessman Zsa-zsa Korda appoints his only daughter, a nun, as sole heir to his estate. As Korda embarks on a new enterprise, they soon become the target of scheming tycoons, foreign terrorists, and determined assassins.


โ€œMyself, I feel very safe.โ€ Thatโ€™s what Zsa-zsa Korda (Benicio del Toro) tends to tell himself moments before potential disaster, when everyone around him has reason to panic. A ticking time bomb that was covertly hidden under his private planeโ€™s lunch trolley? No bother, it shouldnโ€™t go off before he and his companions reach the tarmac. A catastrophic engine failure that requires a forced landing, one that his pilot is reasonably anxious about performing? Good thing Korda, an infamous international businessman and one of the richest men in Europe, is a capable aviator himself. (Perhaps itโ€™s no coincidence that a number of these crises unfold while he floats among the clouds.) A global project that he has been nurturing for years and could feasibly set the wheels of global commerce in motion anew is suddenly in jeopardy of losing its financing? More complicated than a plane crash โ€“ he has survived six โ€“ but for a master negotiator such as himself, Kordaโ€™s ability to convince his financiers to fork over a bit more dough should be as easy as taking candy from a baby. Heโ€™s a man of endless means, after all, despite the fact that practically everyone heโ€™s ever communicated with wants him dead. โ€œIโ€™m still in the habit of surviving,โ€ he notes following the first aerial accident we see him escape with but a few minor-ish injuries, despite the fact that, in his glib phrasing, he keeps getting assassinated. If anyone should feel safe in times of trouble, itโ€™s probably the man with this much luck on his side.ย 

This idea of feeling safe amidst logical uncertainty also happens to make a lot of sense for audiences taking in a new film from Wes Anderson, the auteur whose style has become more recognizable with every passing feature, arguably to the point of being overdone. He strokes a familiar, comforting brush when he paints, making art that you might feasibly say youโ€™ve seen before, only what you really mean is that youโ€™ve seen something only slightly similar. While each of Andersonโ€™s films look, sound, and feel analogous on their surface โ€“ singularly and intricately designed by a mad diaramist with an infinite toolbox โ€“ thereโ€™s newfound magic aplenty to what Anderson achieves in each work of art, and the fresh stories he tells while maintaining his elegant, orderly technique.ย 

Zsa-zsa Korda, the main character in his latest journey, The Phoenician Scheme, is the ideal Andersonian archetype, a wealthy, idiosyncratic man who has a complicated relationship with his many children and a particular goal in mind, one that serves as the filmโ€™s engine. This objective, one that quickly transforms from an ambitious business venture into a madcap caper, fits squarely in the narrative realm its writer-director has been operating within for the better part of three decades. Its thematic dressing is a slightly newer presence in Andersonโ€™s filmography, though viewers of his two most recent films โ€“ 2021โ€™s The French Dispatch and 2023โ€™s Asteroid City โ€“ will clock The Phoenician Schemeโ€™s poignancy from a mile away and still appreciate the trip that is required to get to its heart. Most, if not all of his films are cut from the same cloth, but every individual creation exists unto itself.

Benicio Del Toro stars as Zsa-Zsa Korda in director Wes Anderson’s THE PHOENICIAN SCHEME, a Focus Features release. Courtesy of TPS Productions/Focus Features ยฉ 2025 All Rights Reserved.

The Phoenician Scheme is no exception, and not only because it feels as though Anderson saw the heartfelt responses to his two preceding features and asked, โ€œWhat if that tone, but funnier and bloodier?โ€ Of course, that simply means that there will be a bounty of sight gags, glorious quips, and gunfire aplenty, but itโ€™s Schemeโ€™s heartwarming spirit that should still be the primary draw. The film doesnโ€™t fully set off on its globe-trotting excursion until Korda is reunited with his only daughter, Liesl (Mia Threapleton), who he hasnโ€™t seen in six years, not since sending her to a convent where she would become a nun. He didnโ€™t necessarily want her to become religious; he just figured it was safer than living in his chaotic transactional world.ย 

Korda has sent for her in order to will his estate to her in the event of his inevitable, albeit untimely death, a prospect that comes with a fortune as sizable as Lieslโ€™s doubts, given she and her fatherโ€™s self-induced estrangement. Nothing a quick prayer canโ€™t fix, though, and after confiding in the Lord, Liesl agrees to work with Zsa-zsa on a trial basis, one that she intends to use as proof that she belongs in the convent. Thus, their adventure begins, and because Anderson is nothing if not a filmmaker who loves to employ a vast ensemble, Kordaโ€™s entomology tutor, Bjรธrn (Michael Cera), tags along.ย 

As the trioโ€™s travels ensue, so, too, does the United Nationsโ€™ concerted effort to bring Korda down once and for all, as his dealings in international markets have caused a great deal of turmoil between a number of international countries. Led by Rupert Friend, this U.N. task force has been fudging prices for the materials Korda requires to complete his next enterprise, a collection of profit-maximizing channels across six separate locations in the territory formerly known as Phoenicia. In order to balance the cost, Korda (with Liesl and Bjรธrnโ€™s assistance) has to negotiate the reduction of โ€œthe gapโ€ with the other involved parties: the mousy Prince Farouk (Riz Ahmed), railroad barons Leland and Reagan (Tom Hanks and Bryan Cranston, respectively), the nightclub-owning Marseille Bob (Mathieu Amalric), the fast-talking ship captain Marty (Jeffrey Wright), and Kordaโ€™s cousin, Hilda (Scarlett Johansson), who has been tasked with heading up construction of a dam at the center of the whole operation. Uncle Nubar (Benedict Cumberbatch, sporting one hell of a beard) is the biggest obstacle of all, and is a significant figure in Kordaโ€™s past to boot. But the numbers theyโ€™re all negotiating donโ€™t matter nearly as much as the journey to each destination, as The Phoenician Scheme is as much a road movie as it is an action-comedy, and combining those two genres makes for a blissfully entertaining romp that only Anderson could devise.ย 

(L to R) Mathieu Amalric as Marseille Bob, Michael Cera as Bjorn, Benicio Del Toro as
Zsa-Zsa Korda, Mia Threapleton as Liesl, and Jeffrey Wright as Marty in director Wes
Anderson’s THE PHOENICIAN SCHEME, a Focus Features release.
Courtesy of TPS Productions/Focus Features ยฉ 2025 All Rights Reserved.

And while said romp tends to get a bit distracted by the plethora of schemes hiding within its titular one, itโ€™s a fitting quality, given its protagonistโ€™s own inability to handle one thing at a time, and certainly his struggles with keeping it all in order. โ€œIf something gets in your way, flatten it,โ€ Korda tells Liesl, nevermind that it was the advice his own father gave him before he cut Zsa-zsa out of his will. Thatโ€™s not an idea that one might typically associate with Anderson, though maybe thatโ€™s because โ€œflattenโ€ is the term used and not โ€œescape.โ€ The latter has been far more present throughout his career, from 1996โ€™s Bottle Rocket to his masterpiece, 2014โ€™s The Grand Budapest Hotel, and beyond. In each, someone (or multiple someones) spend a great deal of time running from something, attempting to evade capture and narrowly succeeding.ย 

The same happens in The Phoenician Scheme, but with another obsession of Andersonโ€™s working its way into the foreground: How these dire straits bring people closer together. Who better to pair in this particular scenario than a father and a daughter โ€“The Royal Tenenbaums, anyone? โ€“ with del Toro delightfully inhabiting the role of the pompous puppet master who softens up over time, and Threapleton turning in a breakout performance as the kid he once left behind for bigger and better things. Her understanding that emotions need not always be plastered on an actorโ€™s face is the smartest casting-related revelation, perhaps only surpassed by how at home the Anderson first-timing Cera is in this quirky world. Heโ€™s a riot and a natural, and is thankfully given a part that expands far beyond the trappings that Bjรธrnโ€™s accent might suggest.

(L to R) Mia Threapleton as Liesl and Benicio Del Toro as Zsa-Zsa Korda in director Wes Anderson’s THE PHOENICIAN SCHEME, a Focus Features release. Credit: Courtesy of TPS Productions/Focus Features ยฉ 2025 All Rights Reserved.

In terms of its action, The Phoenician Schemeโ€™s violence serves as Andersonโ€™s most overt use of combat to date, but itโ€™s treated with a slickness that is at home here as it would be in a Monty Python tale. (Gunshot wounds tend to be met with โ€œTis just a flesh woundโ€ type responses.) Yet the scales are always cleverly balanced out by how other characters look at Zsa-zsa after heโ€™s thrown himself in harmโ€™s way on their behalf. Furthermore, when Korda is severely wounded, Anderson alters his aspect ratio to Academy and shifts to heavenly tableaus where his main character dreams of God (Bill Murray) and others from his past, as if heโ€™s briefly ascended to the afterlife. Shot in black and white (which cinematographer Bruno Delbonnel previously mastered in Joel Coenโ€™s The Tragedy of Macbeth), these brief departures from the reality Anderson has molded are among his deepest constructions to date, and allow for real-time introspection about what exactly he might be getting at with this particular piece.ย 

They occur infrequently and are relatively brief, but these interludes feel more in line with Phoenicianโ€™s grand scheme than they appear at first blush. โ€œSomewhere along the line, we realize this guy is being confronted with his own death so aggressively and overtly that itโ€™s actually starting to change his view of the world,โ€ Anderson told Vultureโ€™s Bilge Ebiri in a recent interview. โ€œWhich is not something heโ€™s ever been open to. And what heโ€™s learning in those moments I guess heโ€™s learning from himself.โ€ As the audience learns along with Korda โ€“ about life, death, legacy, regret, and love โ€“ thereโ€™s a chance theyโ€™ll be hesitant, given what much of The Phoenician Scheme has presented itself to be. It would be a mistake. Like Asteroid City and the rest of Andersonโ€™s body of work before it, something deeper is at play. You just have to look beyond the pristine scenery to find it.

Grade: B+