Full of Grace: "Ken Russell's The Devils" 55 Years Later

 

The following contains spoilers for the full plot of "Ken Russell's The Devils."

In 1634, a group of nuns in the town of Loudon in the kingdom of France reported being possessed by devils, all beset upon them by the town's head priest Urbain Grandier. He was investigated by the Catholic Church, found guilty of witchcraft, and burned at the stake. The tale of Grandier and the town of Loudon became known as the Loudon Possessions, subsequently written as the novel "The Devils of Loudun" by English philosopher Aldous Huxley in 1952, then adapted into a play simply titled "The Devils" in 1961 by John Whiting. A decade after the play's release, United Artists brought a film adaptation to British film director Ken Russell's as a potential next project. However, after reading his finished script, the studio backed out, fearing the potentially controversial nature of the material. It was at that point that Warner Bros. stepped in to fund the project, eventually being released in 1971. 

But that was not the end of the trouble for Russell's project. While it was eventually released, the film was a lightning rod for controversy due to the depictions of nudity, sexuality, and violence within the religious story. It was branded with an X rating, the 1970s equivalent of the NC-17, even after receiving heavy edits for its content. While a modest success at the European box office, the film has since languished. Every subsequent release, either streaming or home media, was the censored version, and it has remained a subject of intense controversy. Initially met with a mixed reception, the film's esteem has grown over the decades since its release, in part due to the rumor uncut version eventually being released, but also due to even the censored version being notoriously difficult to watch.

In April 2026, Warner Bros. announced that they would launch a new label focusing on smaller independent projects as well as restorations of more obscure classic Warner Bros. Films, named Warner Bros. Clockwork. Alongside announcing that they would distribute the newest projects from the likes of Sean Baker ("Anora," "The Florida Project"), Mary Bronstein ("If I Had Legs, I'd Kick You"), Park Chan-Wook ("Oldboy," "The Handmaiden"), and Noah Baumbach ("Marriage Story," "The Squid and the Whale"), it was announced that the first film released by the new studio would be a full restoration of the original uncut version of "The Devils," now referred to as "Ken Russell's The Devils" and released in theatres for one week only on October 16th, 2026, with a home media release to follow later.

This has been, understandably, hailed as a massive success for cinephiles but also for anyone interested in film preservation and censorship. For years, it was assumed that the reason the full version had yet to be released was because it had been lost to time. After all, why would a company like Criterion, Kino Lorber, or Arrow, home media distributors who specialize in restorations and cult films, not pick it up if it did exist? But beyond that, the film's existence in its entirety means that we can examine what it was trying to say and hold it up against a modern lens. An exercise that reveals that, despite being over half a century old now, it is far more potent and representative of our modern-day political landscape than one would hope.

As is often the case with films that deal with religion, the controversy the film elicited in its original release stood in stark contrast to the film and story's morals. The film sees the charismatic priest of Loudon Father Urbain Grandier, played by Oliver Reed ("Gladiator," "Oliver! (1968)"), accused of causing the possession of Sister Jeanne des Agnes, played by Vanessa Redgrave (" Morgan – A Suitable Case for Treatment," "Julia"). These accusations result in the Catholic Church sending Father Pierre Barre and Father-Canon Jean Mignon, played by Michael Gothard ("Arthur and the Britons," "For Your Eyes Only") and Murray Melvin ("A Taste of Honey," "Barry Lyndon") respectively, to investigate the possession and ultimately hold a witchcraft trial for Father Grandier. Yet, very early on in the film Russell's makes an important distinction: Sister Jeanne, as well as the rest of the nuns in her convent are faking their possessions and the Baron de Laubardemont, played by Dudley Sutton ("The Leather Boys," "Lovejoy"), has been sent to oversee the exorcisms specifically so they can get Grandier out of the picture and take the town over for King Louis XIII of France.

That falsity is where the film's intrigue lies, and it's also where it becomes as politically relevant now as it has ever been. Grandier is a man who openly admits that he has faltered in position in the church. The first time we seen him, he is laying naked with the daughter of one of the town's other priests as she confesses that she is pregnant by him. But as the film progresses, it becomes apparent that, whatever his faults, Grandier is a man of faith and puts the people of his town above himself. He states as much during his trial, "My lords, I am innocent of the charges. And I am afraid. But I have the hope in my heart that, before this day ends, Almighty God will glance aside and let my suffering atone for my vain and disordered life. Amen." He may be a fornicator, as the film itself describes him, but when he finds a woman he truly loves in Madeleine de Brou, played by Gemma Jones ("Marvellous (2014)," "Gentleman Jack""), he commits to her. Their marriage might be in secret, but it is performed by Grandier to the specifications of church doctrine. The first time Laubardemont appears to attempt to demolish the town's walls, he demands he stop, or Grandier will make sure he and the demolishers do not leave the town alive. During his trial and final moments at the stake, Grandier does not just proclaim his innocence in the possessions but encourages the townsfolk watching to not stand by as their homes are taken by the political elite. "Don't look at me! Look at your city! If your city is destroyed, your freedom is destroyed also... If you would remain free men, fight. Fight them or become their slaves." He is the example of a man who lives to the meaning of his religion, even if he falters in his own actions. 

It would be easy to end things there, to make the film and story be about political leaders weaponizing citizen's disdain for an individual for their own gain. But Russell's is smart in his depictions and broadens the film's scope to also encompass the members of the church who are unwittingly pitted against Grandier. Father Pierre Barre and Father-Canon Jean Mignon are men who believe in what they are doing, unaware of how they are being manipulated by the nuns and Baron. If you were to ask them, this is an unfortunate but righteous mission. But they are all too easily manipulated by those with true evil in their hearts to attack and harm their fellow Priest. As Grandier is tied to the stake, Father Barre shouts at him, "Confess! Confess! You have only a moment to live!” Before Grandier retorts, “Only a moment, but then I face the just and fearful judgment that you too, reverend father, will soon be called."

There's much to be made of the political message of the plot, but most interestingly isn't how the 1971, or even 1952 and 1961, interpretation feels just as relevant today. It's that even shortly after the original event in the 1600s, the public was aware that this was all likely a sham made up to get rid of Grandier. English philosopher John Locke stated "The story of the nuns of Lodun possessed, was nothing but a contrivance of Cardinal Richelieu to destroy Grandier... the nuns played their tricks well, but all was a cheat," and he made this observation in 1679. We can be as observant as humanly possible in hindsight, but the most pain is caused at the moment of the deception. Russell knows this and showcases this as numerous characters are slowly turned into props for the King of France and Sister Jeanne throughout the film. Their beliefs are never shown to be faults or a poison within them, but rather it is time and time again the power held over them by those with higher status that is the greatest sin, and it is that which contorts their honest and innocent beliefs into their own downfall.

There is something truly poetic about a film like this, after being buried for so long, being the first film released after Paramount/Skydance's purchase of Warner Bros. Beyond the fact that Paramount as a studio has rarely touched material like this, Skydance is run by David Ellison, a self-proclaimed close friend and advisor to President Donald Trump. To have the first film released underneath this new ownership be a long censored religious story involving heresy, blasphemy, and accusations of witchcraft made to benefit the political elite and harm the everyday citizens does not fall on deaf ears. Yes, it is a triumph that the film exists in its current form at all, and that should be celebrated. It also cannot be ignored that, due to its content, the film simply will not be for everyone and will likely still be argued against for years to come. But we cannot be so naive as to ignore so much of the relevance that is at its core. For once the vitriol and controversy begins, it is impossible to quell no matter the effort. Father Grandier says so himself with a line that eerily predicts how the film would be received even before its release: "If the Devil's evidence is to be accepted, the most virtuous people are in the greatest of danger, for it against these that Satan rages most violently. I had never set eyes on Sister Jeanne of the Angels until the day of my arrest, but the Devil has spoken, and to doubt his word is sacrilege."

Other Mommy - Review: Are You My Mother?

 

What’s in a name? Well, a name as silly as “Other Mommy” can do wonders for a film’s marketing campaign. When you pair a title like that with a well edited trailer playing before one of the biggest box office hits of the year, you have a recipe for the kind of buzz any studio would kill for. So, if nothing else, director Rob Savage’s (“Dashcam,” “The Boogeyman”) latest horror film has plenty of eyes on it regardless of any level of quality. If it’s actually good, then things could be even better.

“Other Mommy” follows 7-year-old Bela Martin, played by Arabella Olivia Clark, as she attempts to adjust to her new life and school. Her father Russell, played by Jay Duplass (“Transparent,” “Dying for Sex”) is a stay-at-home dad and her mother Ursula, played by Jessica Chastain (“Interstellar,” “Zero Dark Thirty”), is consumed by her corporate job. So, Bela decides to befriend a shadowy shapeshifting creature that lives in her bathroom who she calls Other Mommy, played by Chastain, who soon turns quite sinister as she attempts to invade Bela’s family so that she can “live inside her heart.”

Adapting from the book “Incidents Around the House” by Josh Malerman, screenwriter Nathan Elston hits the ground running and throws us directly into Bela’s difficult circumstances. There’s just enough familial drama going on to keep things engaging, and the brisk pace helps keep things feeling lively. For as quick as things are, at a runtime of just barely over 90-minutes, the film never sticks to even its own sense of internal logic. The rules by which Other Mommy seems to abide by are never consistent, but things shift from set piece to set piece so quickly that you’ll hardly notice. There are some admirable attempts to mix things up, such as the genuine childlike perspective and the lack of any explanation as to what Other Mommy is, but most of the script is material made to move from one scare to the next.

Chastain is certainly having a lot of fun here, and while the material might not be solid gold, she’s committing to the madness of it all admirably. She really gets to go off the rails as Other Mommy though, and that's where she gets to shine. Duplass is fun as the overwhelmed dad caught in the middle of all of this, and the family dynamic is really one of the film’s best aspects. Clark is surprisingly effective with the material. She delivers a genuinely good performance, especially given her age, and it makes the third act work wonders.

That third act is a perfect example of what the film does well: when it leans into the imaginative and childlike nature of things. This is still a rated-r horror film, so there’s plenty of blood and language, but the best aspects are when Savage zeroes in on the fact that this story is from the perspective of a young child. It embraces the nightmare versions of these events, and even the sillier aspects as well. Things still make little to no sense half of the time, but it at least makes no sense while embracing itself and the look. Cinematographer Lowell A. Meyer (“Knock at the Cabin,” “Greener Grass”) gets a lot of mileage out of twisty upside-down angles and reverse shots, and it's effective. Really the entire film could be summarized as incredibly derivative, but effective and entertaining.

“Other Mommy” isn’t the next massive Blumhouse cult hit, nor is it unwatchable slop either. This is a very middle of the road and derivative horror flick that benefits wildly from a committed cast and concept. Anyone going in expecting anything close to coherent logic or a deeply crafted script should leave their expectations at the door. This is a silly kind of horror film, the kind that almost wants you to be a kid again. A kid that can handle dismemberment, blood, and cursing that is. 3/5

The Social Reckoning - Review: To Be Reckoned With

 

In 2011, they made a movie about Facebook. “The Social Network” became one of the most acclaimed films of the year, grossed $225 million, was nominated for eight Academy Awards including Best Picture, and won three, including Best Adapted Screenplay and giving Aaron Sorkin (“The West Wing,” “A Few Good Men”) his first and at this time only Oscar win. The film’s esteem has only grown in the years since, now becoming one of the most beloved films of the 2010s. Given everything that’s happened with the social media/tech juggernaut in the following years, it only makes sense that Sorkin, now directing as well as writing, would want to take another swing at Zuckerberg and his website. Hence “The Social Reckoning,” a semi-sequel/follow-up that seeks to reexamine Facebook’s place in our lives and judicial system since the 2011 hit.

Set in 2019, the film follows Facebook data engineer Frances Haugen, played by Mikey Madison (“Anora,” “Scream (2022)”), who approaches Wall Street Journal reporter Jeff Horwitz, played by Jeremy Allen White (“The Bear,” “The Iron Claw”), to help her break the story that Facebook was aware of harmful societal effects from its platforms, and chose to prioritize their profit over addressing them. Meanwhile in 2021, Mark Zuckerberg, played by Jeremy Strong (“Succession,” “The Trial of the Chicago 7”), butts heads with his crisis management specialist Raya, played by Wunmi Mosaku (“Sinners,” “Loki”), and a former investor and member of his legal counsel Charlie Garrigan, played by Bill Burr (“The King of Staten Island,” “F is for Family”), over how to handle testifying before the U.S. Senate on Facebook’s effects on the world.

It’s not hard to see why Sorkin would want to return to this well. Not only is the original film likely his most well-known and acclaimed work, but since its release, he’s pivoted mostly to making films about true events, instead of fabricated ones. His writing comes across as far more forced than ever before though. Sure, it still has his trademark rapid fire dialogue and pop culture jabs. But things feel more transparently performative this time. Sorkin has clearly always been a nerd at heart, but this film is truly written like he’s trying to get back at someone, rather than present a genuinely compelling scenario. While Sorkin has also had issues with writing women in the past, numerous scenes here also stand out as being bizarrely sexist. Worst of all, these lines and moments serve no purpose in the actual narrative, instead existing for... seemingly just no reason. Somehow, despite the script's weak elements, the film doesn’t drag, pacing itself well enough to get through its two hour length without much downtime. 

Madison and White are good here, doing a lot with a weak script. Madison is clearly the film’s stand out, and each moment she spends on screen is injected with little moments that build Frances out as an unlikely heroine. She’s a compelling character, and while the script may falter, Madison’s performance never does. White is less successful mostly because the character is less interesting, but he’s still good in the role. He’s the film’s moral center and spends much of his time standing around as Madison explains technical terms and algorithms to him. It’s not a bad role, but it's almost cartoonish in how cliched it feels. Strong is the most fun to watch mostly because he’s the one doing the most acting in teh whole film. His voice and mannerisms for Zuckerberg may or may not be accurate, but he’s always the most interesting person on screen when he appears. Burr is an unexpected highlight, as he drops in like an acidic guardian angel to lecture Zuckerberg in some of the film’s better dialogue, and Mosaku is good but painfully underutilized by the film’s end.

The film has a painfully flat and grey look to everything, sapping much of the events of any sense of distinction or color. Cinematographer Jeff Cronenweth (“Gone Girl,” “Fight Club”) returns from the previous film, and he does the best he can with Sorkin’s direction, but it's a very static movie. So many scenes take place inside buildings and offices where only important characters exist. A few scenes outdoors in Puerto Rico with background cast not only come alive in terms of color, but in terms of warmth and liveliness. A movie inherently being cold isn’t a bad thing; the bad thing is that this coldness feels like a byproduct rather than anything intentional. Alexandre Desplat’s (“The Grand Budapest Hotel,” “Fantastic Mr. Fox”) score can’t hold a candle to Trent Reznor and Atticus Ross’s work on the first film, but it stands on its own as a good mixture of warm human instruments and electronica beats.

It’s obvious that Sorkin wants this film to be in the vein of movies like “All the President’s Men,” but he’s failed to capture any sense of warmth or humanity that those films have. Instead, things are routinely scenes of people explaining statistics to other people, having the dramatic tension hinge on percentages and numbers. That’s not a bad way to make a film, and there are plenty of examples of excellent movies built around those ideas. The problem is Sorkin’s direction leaves everyone feeling more like standees made to recite numbers rather than people. It just feels like a film where all of its worst aspects are due to Sorkin’s control, like everyone was afraid of the prospect of telling him no. It’s a film with too much scope and yet not enough going on, and the third act climax builds to a real-life event that is quite baffling to have in a mainstream Hollywood film like this.

On paper, everything about this film makes sense. Sure, the original actor for Zuckerberg declined to return, as did the original film’s director, but those are minor bumps in the road. Well, apparently not, as the resulting film ends up being far blander than it should. Even at his worst, Sorkin manages to be somewhat inflammatory. Here, it’s as if he wants to make a film for everyone... about politics and social media and the divide they’ve created. The musical score is good, it’s paced well enough, and the actors are clearly talented and doing the best they can with what they’re given. But when all a film like this, that clearly wants to say something and be important, can muster is a blasé feeling of indifference, something has gone truly wrong. 2/5

Digger - Review: Burning Down the House

 

It’s hard to know where to even begin with a film like “Digger.” The decade long passion project of co-writer/director Alejandro G. Iñárritu (“Birdman,” “The Revenant”), the return to more “serious” dramatic acting for Tom Cruise (“Top Gun,” “Mission: Impossible (1996)”) after decades of blockbuster action work, the last film developed by executives Michael De Luca and Pamela Abdy’s auteur driven push at Warner Bros., and the last film ever release by Warner Bros. Before they got gobbled up by Paramount and Skydance. Suffice it to say, “Digger” is unlike any other big-budget blockbuster film you’ve seen in recent years, if ever. And that’s not just because of the production behind it. The real question remains: that’s a fun list of facts behind its making, but is the film any good?

The film follows Digger Rockwell, played by Cruise, an aged oil magnate whose latest drilling operation off the coast of Greenland sets off an explosion that causes an ice shelf the size of Maryland to break off and head directly for coastal Europe. The disaster means that Digger must enlist in the help of his head of environmental safety and security Dr. Nirav Ganesh, played by Riz Ahmed (“Sound of Metal,” “Rogue One: A Star Wars Story”) and the United States President Compson, played by John Goodman (“The Big Lebowski,” “Roseanne”), to tackles the fallout head on. And things only get weirder from there.

“Digger” is a film virtually impossible to discuss without spoiling major elements, something seemingly bizarre given its relatively straightforward nature. While this will be a spoiler-free review, suffice it to say that there’s a lot going on here and one development in particular that will divide audiences almost immediately. It’ll work for some people, it won’t for others. It’s a daring twist that makes the film’s satirical edge much sharper than it otherwise would be and results in a type of story that hasn’t really been attempted on this scale before.

Cruise absolutely runs away with the movie, turning in a truly fantastic and audacious kind of performance. It’s the best he’s been since at least “Collateral” if not “Magnolia.” If Cruise has been said to embrace every stunt like it's the last thing he’ll ever do, then he takes the same approach with the character of Digger. Ahmed is also excellent, embracing the larger-than-life material and turning in a performance opposite Cruise that’s unlike anything the actor has tackled before. He’s just a lot of fun to watch navigate this material, and any scene with him and Cruise is feels like a kind of maddening magic. Goodman is good, but he’s chewing so much scenery he threatens to derail the entire production. It’s an understandable interpretation given the material, but whereas Cruise and Ahmed manage to be real people despite the extravagance, Goodman is a cartoon even as much as he is entertaining.

The supporting cast all vary in different ways and for vastly different reasons too. Sandra Hüller (“Anatomy of a Fall,” “Project Hail Mary”) plays Digger’s sister Emma and while she is great when she appears, she’s also vastly underutilized. Most of the other supporting actors also fall into a trap of cartoonish bumbling, without any real substance to their performances. The exception is Jesse Plemmons (“Game Night,” “Bugonia”), who makes a brief appearance as Kenny. He injects a different kind of seriousness into the events that not only helps to set up the actual central idea of the film, but is a breath of fresh air in the surrounding madness of the rest of the film and characters.

There’s a lot to like with the film’s production as well. The sets and overall look are daunting and surreal, bending slightly to the reality of the story in interesting ways. Everything feels heightened at all times, as if the idea of even one moment being grounded would result in the cameras exploding. It's a deliberate choice that further enhances the maddening cartoonish tone the runs throughout most of the film, shot with a keen and fantastic eye by Emmanuel Lubezki (“Birdman,” “Children of Men”). Virtually every element of the physical production is astonishing and near perfect. The musical score that backs things up is certainly unique as well, with Cosmo Sheldrake composing his first film score that alternates between actual music and rhythmic background sounds, like water droplets and machinery.

Now, a film like this is clearly trying to say something. That much is obvious from the subject matter, marketing, people involved, etc. What it's trying to say seems a bit confused, both from the film itself and the results of said message. There’s a lot here about the nature of satire, of pointing and laughing at something in lieu of actually doing anything about it. There’s also a lot being said about if that is beneficial just by the collective exhale that can be had by doing such. There’s a lot said and yet Iñárritu and his co-writers Alexander Dinelaris Jr. (“Birdman,” “The Revenant”), Nicolás Giacobone (“Birdman,” “Bardo, False Chronicle of a Handful of Truths”), and Sabina Berman (“Gloria,” “Backyard”) seem to not know where they want to land. That’s not necessarily an issue, but for a film making this kind of a statement, landing in the middle can’t help but feel deflating.

The script and dialogue itself ping pongs back and forth between being cartoonishly overdone and remarkably insightful. Given that it seems to mirror the performances in that way, one might even wonder if that was intentional. Is it supposed to be both blithering overblown and introspective to the nanometer at the same time? This sense of tonal whiplash creates a work where you really don’t know what to expect from moment to moment. This, combined with Cruise’s energy and the look of the film, makes for a movie that, for all its faults, manages to be just relentlessly entertaining. Whether it’s pure bewilderment or genuine enjoyment, it’s a film that’s hard to look away from, and Cruise seems determined to make you have a good time through his sheer movie star willpower. Then the ending hits and it's as if the entire film’s undecided ice cream sundae of ideas gets a big old rotten cherry on top in the form of a, pardon my French, fucking bleak ending that leaves you sitting with a blank stare, mouth agape.

“Digger” will likely appeal to many based purely on its nature of being a completely different film that what anyone has made recently. Led by a commanding and fantastic lead performance from Cruise, a great supporting role from Ahmed, and a gorgeous physical production, this is a film that leaves you flabbergasted. It’s certainly something new, something entertaining, and something with... something to say. How well that will all go over with you is a person by person matter though. Alejandro G. Iñárritu has certainly dug himself quite the hole here. Whether or not you want to see it through and help him out of it is your decision. 3.5/5

Verity - Review: Pulp Fiction

 

Colleen Hoover might just be the best thing to happen to the entertainment world since Stephanie Meyer. Formerly self-published, her books have rocketed into the stratosphere of the literary world, and in just three years she’s received four film adaptations of her works: “It Ends with Us,” “Regretting You,” and “Reminders of Him” have already grossed over half a billion dollars against budgets that total around $75 million. This latest adaptation promises to be the darkest and most seductive yet with her take on a sexy thriller with “Verity.”

The film follows Lowen Ashleigh, played by Dakota Johnson (“Fifty Shades of Grey,” “Materialists”), a small-time fiction writer living in New York City. She’s approached by a publishing company with the offer of a lifetime: to ghostwrite the latest novel by world famous bestselling thriller author Verity Crawford, played by Anne Hathaway (“The Devil Wears Prada,” “The Princess Diaries”). Lowen is hired by Verity’s husband Jeremy, played by Josh Hartnett (“Penny Dreadful,” “Trap”), and invited to their lakeside home to stay and research Verity’s notes, which is where she learns that Verity has been paralyzed in a car accident, unable to speak or move for the foreseeable future. While staying at the house, Lowen believes something sinister might be going on, and begins to question if Verity herself is all that she appears to be.

It’s a tight concept, and one that has worked for decades in cinema. You get a cast of sexy actors together, let them brood it out and have banter, and then end things with a crescendo. However, screenwriter Nick Antosca (“Channel Zero,” “Brand New Cherry Flavor”) just doesn’t fill the movie with enough interesting goings on to keep anyone's attention for long. There are long stretches of the film where seemingly nothing significant happens and its, quite frankly, just boring. There definitely are major developments, but they all come in the last fifteen minutes, leaving no time to actually explore them. The plentiful sex scenes don’t help either as most just boil down to awkward moments of faux sexiness. Smeared cupcake on someone’s face certainly could be sexy, but not the way it’s presented here. The dialogue suffers as well, with a lot of odd bits that come across like a first draft or a teenager's idea of layered material.

The film’s director Michael Showalter (“The Big Sick,” “The Lovebirds”) isn’t helping much either. While his background in comedy is extensive, it simply doesn’t translate here. The moments that should be cheesier or campier are never leaned into in the way that they need, resulting in a film that feels flaccid for virtually anything it tries to do. And it certainly tries to do quite a bit, with twists right up until the last shot. It’s not a complete mess, as there are scenes of tension that work well, and the mystery is interesting enough to hold attention. But, like the script, large swaths of the film simply feel cold and boring.

Johnson certainly isn’t the most emotive actress in the world, but she’s turned in some fine work in other films before. However, her more prosaic personality is the exact opposite of what the film needs from its lead. She’s just cold and flat, failing to garner much attention for any length of the film. Hartnett fares much better, mostly due to him playing up his emotions in many later scenes. Hathaway steals the show, despite her considerably limited role. It speaks to her ability to captivate that she is the most interesting person on screen despite not being able to move or emote for large chunks of the film. Her flashback sequences and narration are the highlight, managing to inject enough energy and intrigue into the film to prevent the viewer from nodding off.

If a sexy thriller is what you want, then “Verity” technically delivers in that it is a film that calls itself a sexy thriller. But it also feels like every other film of that ilk, with a high dose of valium snuck in the middle. It’s competently made, and fans of this genre should have a fine enough time thanks to Hartnett and Hathaway doing their damndest to lift the project up. But there are also far too many better examples of this genre to feel satisfied with this kind of dime store pulp story. 1.5/5 

Forgotten Island - Review: Don't You Forget About Me

A movie can be inspired by anything, and a film being inspired by a friendship is one of the oldest traditions. Writer/directors Joel Crawford (“The Croods: A New Age,” “Puss in Boots: The Last Wish”) and Januel Mercado (“Puss in Boots: The Last Wish”) are best friends. They became best friends by working at DreamWorks together and eventually directed films for the studio together. So, it's only fitting then that they would get to make a film inspired by their own friendship for the studio where they met. And they’ve done just that, mixing in the Filipino mythology of Mercado’s upbringing and the stylized animation of their previous directorial effort, to craft an animated trip to a “Forgotten Island.”

Set in the 1990s, the film follows best friends Jo, voiced by H.E.R. (“The Color Purple (2023)”) and Raissa, voiced by Liza Soberano (“Alone/Together,” “Forevermore”), growing up together in the Philippines. After Raissa decides to go to college in the United States much to Jo’s disappointment, the pair find themselves transported to Nakali Island, a mythical island full of monsters and creatures from Filippino folklore. Stranded on the island, they enlist in the help of a werewolf Raww, voiced by Dave Franco (“Neighbors,” “Now You See Me”), to help them find a way home before the island causes them to forget their entire friendship.

Soberano and H.E.R. are perfect together, with plenty of love and chemistry oozing from each of their interactions. They’re not only believable as best friends, but their vocal performances nail the varied tones of the adventure. The tale runs the gamut from wild, outlandish comedy to fantastical but serious drama. They never falter, earning the emotions throughout. Franco is also great, turning in a surprisingly layered and charming performance as the rambunctious Raww. The supporting cast ranges from comedic standouts like Manny Jacinto (“The Acolyte,” “The Good Place”) as the demon baby Bungi and Kevin McCann (“Puss in Boots: The Last Wish”) as the Kataw prince Mermahn, to the more serious roles like Jenny Slate (“Zootopia,” “Marcel the Shell with Shoes On (2021)”) as Batiba the memory demon or Lea Salonga (“Yellow Rose,” “Sana Maulit Muli”) as the villainous demon Manang. All are fantastic, with Slate and Salonga standing out among a sea of excellent supporting performances.

Crawford and Mercado’s script goes for some true emotion throughout the film, and it all works wonders. Watching Jo and Raissa hang out, just existing with each other, talking out their issues and their new quest makes for a really engaging story, and their humor feels perfectly mined from a real-life friendship. Yes, it's loud, brash, and moves like a bullet through its tale. But as opposed to other animated films where the humor can feel aggressive, here it all feels like it naturally comes from the personalities of the two leads, and by extension the two writers. It won’t be for everyone, but it never feels false or inauthentic, and the tonal balances really work. For a film to go from broad silly humor to deeply serious sequences of emotional drama without breaking a sweat, it’s a true triumph.

Given how exceptionally stylish their “Puss in Boots” film was, it should come as no surprise that Crawford and Mercado have pushed those aspects even further here. Not only is the film bursting at the seams with color on every scale, but there’s hardly a moment where something stylish isn’t going on. There’s a heavy emphasis on mixing two-dimensional and three-dimensional animation, from entire sequences animated by hand to layering two-dimensional elements on top of three-dimensional characters. It’s a dizzying art style and always manages to provide something new to see in each new scene, bring the Philippines and Island to life in gorgeous ways. The musical identity of the film is also fantastically unique; Nathan Matthew David (“Chang Can Dunk,” “Deadly Class”) develops a unique sound that meshes modern Hollywood sensibilities with Filipino flare and language.

It could be easy to call “Forgotten Island” loud or brash or hyperactive or silly. But its easier to call it deeply authentic. Here is a film that feels like it was made by two friends to make each other laugh and cry, and it just so happened to reach a mainstream audience after the fact. The voice cast is fantastic, the animation is gorgeously stylish, the tonal balance is just right, and the musical identity is pitch perfect. There’s so much energy and creativity here that it feels at times like a movie Crawford and Mercado got away with making. Something for just the two of them. Something unforgettable. 5/5

Primetime - Review: You See How This Looks

 

As the television landscape changed in the 1990s, most households went from watching Rachel and Ross and Jerry and Elaine to Big Brother and Jersey Shore and anything that involved Keeping Up with those darn Kardashians. But arguably one of the most lasting figures in 2000s pop culture is Chris Hansen and “To Catch a Predator,” a program that has loomed large over the years and remained a part of American culture even to this day. Its legacy has continued in various forms to this day, from other programs hosted by Hansen to various other forms of internet vigilantism. Now, we have a biopic film seeking to chronicle the meteoric rise and fall of that original series with “Primetime.”

Based on the Esquire article by Luke Dittrich, the film follows Chris Hansen, played by Robert Pattinson (“Twilight,” “The Batman”), as he and his producer Andie Bender, played by Merritt Weaver (“Nurse Jackie,” “Unbelievable”), are invited by NBC to develop “To Catch a Predator” into a spinoff for a primetime slot. This involves hiring a new acting decoy named Dan, played by Skylar Gisondo (“Superman (2025),” “Santa Clarita Diet”), and seeking out bigger, juicier targets courtesy of their internet team Perverted Justice, led by founder Xavier, played by Matthew Maher (“Air,” “Our Flag Means Death”) and longstanding decoy Del, played by Phoebe Bridgers.

This is a thorny film full of difficult subject material, and director Lance Oppenheim’s (“Some Kind of Heaven,” “Ren Faire”) trademark flourishes are here on grand display. It’s a film full of fuzzy lighting cues and camerawork, deliberately mimicking the style of CRT televisions from the early 2000s. Each moment has some kind of deliberately faked lighting choice that rattles the sense of realism throughout. No moment feels out of place, as if each is chosen to prevent the audience from falling into a sense of complacency. But it isn’t just for show; the film is laser focused on showcasing Hansen’s descent during this pursuit of journalistic integrity, and so much of the film is dedicated to showcasing that spiral in him and the rest of his crew. Oppenheim and cinematographer David Bolen (“Gone In The Night,” “Thelma”) make this look unlike any other drama you’re likely to see this year, and it transports you into the weird, unsettling nature of a story like this.

Pattinson is perfect. Plain and simple, he launches himself into the role and never comes up for air. This isn’t a caricature, or some kind of hollow puppet act. There’s real emotional pathos going on with his version of Hansen, and Pattinson simply transforms into the role. While it is full of his typical idiosyncrasies, there’s also a deeper rumbling beneath the surface that makes each choice riveting to behold. The entire cast is truly captivating; Gisondo’s co-lead performance sets up a perfect mirror to Pattison’s Hansen, both in character and performance. The two are electric together, and Gisondo’s slowly evolving disillusion is a feast for the young actor. Maher gets a meaty role here as well, and while his is the most strictly comedic, there’s also a lot bubbling under the surface for him as well. Bridgers turns in some great work despite limited screentime, but she manages to do a lot with a little especially in her final scene. Weaver completely captivates as well, bouncing off Pattinson’s more flamboyant portrayal of Hansen with a quieter, slowly boiling performance. She is easily delivering the performance of her career, and the nuances on display as her character evolves in the third act are simply spectacular.

Ajon Singh’s script is where a few minor cracks start to show, but not nearly enough to bring the film down. While the film certainly doesn’t shy away from the lurid nature of the program and the work it does, Singh is clearly more interested in the psyche of the people who would do a program like “To Catch a Predator.” There are musings on the viewership and the surrounding world’s reaction to the program, but it's not the focus. That’s not to say the film demonizes Hansen or vilifies the men he goes after, far from it. But it isn’t a legal procedural. It’s actually more dreamlike and hazy, giving the impression of a half-hallucinatory recounting of the stranger than fiction events that led to the show’s cancellation. Editor Daniel Garber (“Some Kind of Heaven,” “How to Blow Up a Pipeline”) layers the film in on itself, looping moments in as if it’s a snake eating its own tail. There’s a very lurid sense to the events, but also a liminal psychosis as well. The dialogue pops off the page and gets brought to life by its talented cast, and Ari Balouzian’s (“Some Kind of Heaven,” “Ren Faire”) musical score heavily juxtaposes the events on screen with a light, chime and xylophone heavy bout of music.

Oppenheim wants to captivate you; that’s why the film is shot the way it is, filled with actors as good as this group, scored the way it is, and with subject material like this. There’s a good amount going on under the surface, and while it isn’t a complete recount of this subject, it seeks to poke at it. Yes, these events are fictionalized, but the strangest ones that will cause people to seek out the truth are true. Pattinson is electric, arguably the best he’s ever been, and Weaver also delivers a commanding, career best performance. It’s a lurid dream, something that feels both completely real within the façade, like reality television, built with gorgeous production design, cinematography, and music. There are other, more nuanced takes on the nature of blending news entertainment media and journalistic integrity, but even if this isn’t the de facto authority on this subject, you cannot deny the allure of what Oppenheim has crafted. You’ll want to have a seat. 5/5

Shaun the Sheep: The Beast of Mossy Bottom - Review: A Tale of Shear Terror

 

In 2015 and after almost a decade on British television, Aardman Animation brought the lovably mute sheep who made his debut in 1995's "A Close Shave" to the big screen with "Shaun the Sheep Movie." After a second feature film adventure with 2019's "Farmageddon," Shaun and his gang are back in a new adventure, this time themed around the spookiness of the fall and Halloween season. At least as spooky as a family-friendly stop motion mute sheep can be.

It's almost Halloween! Shaun, bleated to life by Justin Fletcher ("Justin's House," "Something Special"), and his friends have been trying to grow massive pumpkins to carve for the season. But after a mishap involving their Farmer causes them to all be smashed, Shaun channels his inner mad scientist to create a potion letting them grow to gigantic sizes. However, this inadvertently results in the unleashing of a massively hairy beast running rampant through the nearby town. It's up to Shaun and his friends to stop the beast and solve the mystery of its appearance.

It's difficult to find much to say about Shaun's latest adventure, and that's not a bad thing. Aardman has spent decades finely crafting their very specific style of British humor and stop-motion slapstick to a chemically perfection concoction. Every movement, bleat, grunt, or visual gag hits with maximum precision, piled high with plenty of color and whimsy. You'd be hard pressed to find a single person with a beating heart who can't find something to enjoy in Shaun and his friend's latest adventure. The fall and Halloween theming provide some light spookiness, but it's far from terrifying, coming much closer to a "Sesame Street" Halloween episode than anything legitimately scary.

What plot exists mostly seems to be an excuse to string together a light parody of various horror tales, specifically Frankenstein. It lacks the surprising emotional weight that was seen in the very first film, but it's still filled to the brim with charm. Directors Steve Cox ("Shaun the Sheep: The Flight Before Christmas") and Matthew Walker (" Lloyd of the Flies") and writers Mark Burton (" Wallace & Gromit: Vengeance Most Fowl," "Madagascar") and Giles Pilbrow (" Shaun the Sheep: The Flight Before Christmas," "Horrible Histories: The Movie - Rotten Romans") know these characters well, and the fun then comes from putting them in these circumstances outside of their farm. Shaun's turn as a pseudo mad scientist is exceptionally amusing, particularly just to allow him ample time to be the butt of many jokes. It never exceeds its own grasp but reaches as high as possible within its own constraints.

It's a quick little romp as well, clocking in at just around 75 minutes when the credits start. No moment ever overstays its welcome, moving briskly from gag to gag without feeling hyperactive. There's plenty to enjoy here for kids without feeling like they're rotting away, and plenty to amuse adults without resorting to adult jokes or pop culture references. Natalie Holt's ("Loki," "Pin Cushion") musical score pops in and gives everything as much bravado as needed; a welcome bit of theatricality added onto an otherwise charmingly low-stakes film. Really, it's just a perfectly charming little tale, and, with the spooky theming, one that could and should easily fall right into plenty of family's fall movie rotations.

If you like stop-motion, Aardman's other works, or just fun and simple filmmaking, then chances are you're already planning on seeing "The Beast of Mossy Bottom." But if it isn't on your radar, then you should take the time to see just a simply delightfully charming and extremely amusing little slice of hand-made Halloween filmmaking magic. With sci-fi and now horror under their belts, if Shaun and his friends keep invading other genres every few years until the end of time, the world would be a better place. 4.5/5 

Resident Evil (2026) - Review: Delivery Us To Evil

After decades of varying approaches, from CGI heavy action romps to animated continuations to faithful-to-a-fault adaptations, and varying degrees of commercial and critical success, the "Resident Evil" video game franchise is getting its third theatrical reboot and eighth live-action film in just under twenty-five years. The difference though is the director behind the camera; fresh off the back-to-back critical and commercial success of "Barbarian" and "Weapons," co-writer/director/self-proclaimed "RE" super fan Zach Cregger is here bring his version of the mega-successful survival horror franchise for the big screen. 

"Resident Evil" follows medical courier Bryan, played by Austin Abrams ("Weapons," "euphoria"), as he takes a last-minute job transporting an overnight package through the snow-covered Colorado mountains to Raccoon City. While on his way, he finds himself in the middle of a zombie outbreak, forcing him to fight his way through to reach Raccoon City General Hospital with his delivery intact. 

Given the franchises' prior existence as what some might charitably call "guilty pleasure films," Cregger's deft hand is immediately apparent from the start. His vision of this world isn't one of direct adaptation or winking nods to the games. Rather, his goal is clearly to impart the same atmosphere and feelings given when one cracks open an entry in Capcom's legendary series. From the moment things begin to turn sour for Bryan, there's a very specific and direct feeling of tension that echoes a loss of control. Once things make a turn for the worst, the film moves like a bullet, never letting up in its quick pace. At just under 90 minutes without credits, it's a borderline perfect mixture of tense dread and adrenaline rush. That rush can overtake the third act a bit, where things can get a bit silly. But the slow evolution of the film's tone from tense dread to more adrenaline pumping sequences means this doesn't feel out of place. 

Cregger and his co-writer Shay Hatten ("John Wick: Chapter 3 – Parabellum," "Army of the Dead") inject just enough humor throughout the film to allow the release of that tension at very specific moments. Cregger makes sure that it doesn't betray the scares though, and the peril felt for Bryan on his adventure is never sacrificed for a cheap gag or laugh. There aren't jokes so much as Hatten and Cregger mining the circumstances for fish out of water scenarios to put Bryan in, and they all work wonderfully thanks to Abrams immense charm and everyman talents. 

Abrams is a fantastic lead. He carries Bryan with a slight oafishness, but he never resorts to making him a caricature. There's never a clear moment where you think he knows exactly what he's doing, but he isn't dumb either. His lack of experience is an important aspect to this tale, and it makes him a more compelling character as a result. The supporting cast is few, but they punctuate the film well. Zach Cherry ("Severance," "Fallout") appears briefly as a scientist, and Paul Walter Hauser ("Richard Jewel," "Blackbird") pops up as an advisor to help direct Bryan further, both working for the Umbrella Corporation. Neither make grand impressions, but they're fodder for Bryan's arc and journey, and they fill those roles well. 

Overall, the film's atmosphere is its greatest asset, both in terms of being an adaptation and just a straight horror film. Cienmatographer Dariusz Wolski ("Pirates of the Caribbean: The Curse of the Black Pearl," "The Martian") doesn't just keep things tight and smooth, but the film looks simply gorgeous despite being set entirely at night. Wolski and Cregger display a fantastic use of both pitch-black darkness and color. Red is utilized throughout to delightfully gruesome effects, and the lighting is a constant standout. Ryan and Hays Holladay's ("Weapons," "Roommates (2026)") score is a warping electronic undercurrent that manages to be exceptionally memorable, without overpowering each scene. As it garbles along, setting the mood for each new situation Bryan finds himself in, it helps to continuously build up the atmosphere and personality that helps make this film the best kind of adaptation. 

What kind of adaptation is the best adaptation then? Well, while that can vary based on what the material being adapted is, for something as varied as this franchise, tone is the clear goal. Zach Cregger has done just that, recreating the tone and tension that comes from the atmosphere of the series rather than directly adapting the characters or stories of each game. It results in a film that's the best of both worlds: a fresh, quick paced popcorn horror bonanza that will also create many many new fans as a result of its authentic vibes. With an excellent lead actor being thrown right into the fray, the best thing that can be said about Cregger's vision of this world is that if you adapted it into a new "Resident Evil" game, it would be right at home. 4.5/5 

Hope (2026) - Review: There Goes the Neighborhood

 

In our age of modern-day blockbusters, what does it mean to be self-aware of one's own violence? Questions like that have been posited in film for decades now, with a differing perspective on the subject coming every few years to add something new to the conversation. It's not hard to see a writer/director like Na Hong-jin ("The Wailing," "The Yellow Sea") adding something to the conversation with his big CGI monsters and fights and small-town struggles. However, whether or not he is actually interested in adding anything is an entirely different story.

Set in the small Korean town of Hope Harbor, "Hope" follows police chief Ko Bum-seok, played by Hwang Jung-min (" You Are My Sunshine," "12.12: The Day"), and rookie cop Im Sung-ae, played by Jung Ho-yeon ("Squid Game"), as they investigate the destruction of a nearby town by an unknown entity. After teaming up with a local firearms expert Ko Sung-ki, played by Zo In-sung (" Something Happened in Bali," " Escape from Mogadishu"), they discover that the creature wreaking havoc is actually an alien leader J'aur, played by Alicia Vikander ("Ex Machina," "The Green Knight") and her bodyguard Ma'veyyo, played by Michael Fassbender ("X-Men: First Class," "Steve Jobs").

Hong-jin's film is immediately engrossing. In draws you in with slow, tense moments that spend the bulk of the first hour expertly setting up the mystery surrounding the destruction. It serves as a showcase for a truly fantastic amount of practical effects and production design, tearing this small Korean town to shreds and allowing the audience and Bum-seok to wade through the aftermath. It almost feels like a detective story, as you piece together clues in the scenery to try and discern what this creature might be. Then the reveal: a hulking nine-foot tall sickly green humanoid alien creature with long slick hair, created using some of the worst CGI in modern moviemaking.

This is where the film's first big tonal shift becomes apparent. The CGI on the aliens looks so particularly bad and uncanny that it comes across as completely intentional. Surely, a director with as much acclaim and experience as Hong-jin wouldn't approve of something that looks like this, right? The fact that this is then followed by an extended period of downtime without any action, and some truly bizarre dialogue. Who doesn't want to hear about how an elderly man discovered the aliens as a result of having diarrhea? It's so odd that it still manages to be enrapturing as you wonder what direction things will go in next.

For as odd as things get, Hong-jin's cast are all completely game for the material. Jung-min is a great stoic kind of action lead that lets his fears bleed through to create a relatable and realistic kind of protagonist. Ho-yeon fluctuates between a cool badass and a bumbling goof in a myriad of endearing ways. Sung-ki is a slimy kind of oddball that feels like a teenager who never grew up, and he makes for a great foil against Hong-jin's more mature character. Vikander and Fassbender are completely bizarre in their casting, as the pair never speak any English or even any discernable language. The fact that they are here for only a handful of moments in total, speaking an entirely made-up language, makes for one of the film's biggest and oddest swings.

While much of the appeal here is how odd the project is, what is undeniably excellent is the film's action. Hong-jin and cinematographer Hong Kyung-pyo ("Parasite," "Save the Green Planet!") shoot the film with a blistering sense of action. The combination of CGI and practical effects, despite the former's shoddy look, are seamless. The first and last hour hit the gas and never let up, giving the same feeling as "Fury Road" or other breakneck action flicks. Even if you don't agree with the rest of the film's bizarre, almost satirical approach to its plot, the action sequences alone are fantastic enough to be worth the price of admission. Especially with a score from Michael Abels ("Get Out," "NOPE") backing it up; his music sounds like an odd alien western action flick mixture that becomes as fascinating as the film itself the longer things go on.

"Hope" is an oddball of a film, one far more bizarre than its marketing would have you believe. The plot is both extremely detailed and also superfluous, the performances are completely committed to the insanity, and the practical effects are excellent, juxtaposed against some truly awful (possibly purposefully so) CGI effects. Na Hong-jin's latest film is an oddity, plain and simple, almost satirical in its execution of action movie filmmaking and storytelling. But it is a wild ride of an oddity that will keep you engrossed even while baffling you. 3.5/5