Jim Batts

H IS FOR HAWK – Review

I would say that it’s unusual for a somber set-in-the-UK drama based on a memoir (yes, it’s all true) to be released three weeks into the new year, well past awards noms deadline, but further research has revealed that this did get a one-week run in a US theater last month to be considered for the accolades. And so far, bupkis (we’ll see early Thursday morning). Of course, that’s no reflection on this film’s quality or merits. Still, its title suggests a whimsical “nature-bonding” story ala THE PENGUIN LESSONS or countless canine sagas. Now, that species connection factors in, but the heart of the story is a woman’s emotional journey in H IS FOR HAWK.

The woman at this story’s center is a research (mostly science history) fellow at Jesus College, Cambridge named Helen Macdonald (Claire Foy). On a blustery day in 2007, she’s birdwatching in the nearby countryside. As she heads home, she phones her photojournalist father Alisdair (Brendan Gleeson) with news that she spotted a pair of goshawks (a rare sighting). Dad cuts the call short as he must head to a London assignment. That evening, at her on-campus housing home, Helen meets another academic, Christina (Denise Gough) for dinner. On the way out, Helen gets a phone call that changes everything: her adored papa succumbed to a fatal heart attack in the city. Helen’s life goes into a tailspin, indecisive about pursuing a three-year position in Germany, which squelches her new romance. She then has an epiphany and knocks on the door of an old friend named Stu (Sam Spruell). Years before, both had been ardent members of a falconry society. He’s still involved (his bird is perched in his kitchen), so Helen asks him for intel on getting back in. But she doesn’t want a falcon. Instead, Helen wants to train the more difficult, spirited goshawk. Stu hooks her up with a seller, and soon the bird she names Mabel is taking up her every spare moment. Quickly the bond between the two becomes so intense that Helen is neglecting her classes and ignoring calls and visits from friends. And then the school administrators tell her that this type of “pet” isn’t allowed in college quarters. Can Helen continue to train and hunt with Mabel? And could this be a way for Helen to escape her grief rather than facing it and moving forward with her life?

This exploration into the art and skill of falconry becomes a compelling showcase for the gifted Foy. We’ve seen her excellent supporting work in films like FIRST MAN and WOMEN TALKING, but we’ve really not seen her carry the emotional weight of a film’s lead performance (though I’m told she was excellent as Queen Elizabeth II in the streaming series, “The Crown”). Foy shows us the vibrant, engaged Helen in the early scenes of her birdwatching and lecturing her class, but with her loss we see the light in her eyes suddenly dim. Not even a romantic online fling brings that spark back, until Mabel literally swoops in. Then Foy shows us another side of Helen, with an overriding obsession that almost seals her off from the world. It’s a tricky balancing act as Helen elicits our sympathy while often frustrating us, and Foy is more than up to the complex challenges. Happily we’re treated to several flashbacks of her opposite the always engaging Gleeson as her lovably gruff, but warm and encouraging papa, perhaps a near perfect “girl dad”. It’s quite a contrast to Helen’s maternal connections with her mum, played with subtle restraint and grace by Lindsay Duncan. We see that the loss of her soulmate has drained her, though she also yearns to share the grief with her increasingly distant daughter. Spruell is strong as Helen’s her birding buddy Stu as he tries to help train Mabel while attempting to calm the always anxious Helen. Speaking of pals, Gough (so wonderful on another streaming show, “Andor”) is also very effective as co-worker confidant Christina, who wants to be a “lifeline” to her floundering chum as she tries to understand her increasing withdrawl into mania.

The impressive ensemble is guided by director Phillipa Lowthrope, working from Emma Donoghue’s screenplay adaptation of Helen Macdonald’s acclaimed memoir. Lowthrope keeps us engaged, as the backdrops suddenly switch from ancient academia to the glories of the countryside. And those scenes of Helen working (she insists that they’re partners in the hunts) with the gorgeous, intense (her glare) Mabel truly soar. A sequence in the deep woods of Mabel swooping in on a very unlucky rabbit is haunting (there’s a drone crew in the credits that were really “on their toes”). While these scenes are worthy of any lauded nature docuseries, it’s the very human drama at the center of the story that’s truly compelling. This is such a well-crafted exploration of the impact of mourning on someone grieving, though it offers no easy fixes. In less works, the introduction of an “animal partner” would be the needed “remedy”, but here we see how the distracting fixation can cut a person out of the human (rat) race. Some viewers may be a bit put off by the rather open-ended finale, but life can’t always be “wrapped up in a bow” to facilitate a desired “happy ending”. That idea and the winning performance of Foy really enables H IS FOR HAWK to spread its wings and take flight.

3 Out of 4

H IS FOR HAWK opens in select theatres on Friday, January 23, 2026

MERCY (2026) – review

Screens! Aargh! There’s the bane of modern life, for many in the older generations (guilty, as charged), and the source of a new challenge to parents (as they must battle their offspring over “limiting screen time”). Well, according to this new thriller set in the not too distant future, the “screen reliance” will only strengthen. That’s because, in this story’s plot, they can literally be the deciding factor between life and death. By legal execution. Yes, this is a science fiction-tinged tale of crime and really quick punishment. And with this “ice cold” tech advance, there’s little room on the legal system’s “hard drive” for even a gigabyte of MERCY.

Before the mystery really kicks in, we’re treated to a brief prologue explaining this radically new and improved (?) world of 2029. It seems that crime was overwhelming the “city of angels” with entire “ever-expanding” blocks cordoned off as “red zones”, packed with the dregs (addicts, career criminals) of society. To stem the tide, the court system is given an extreme “overhaul” for those accused of capital crime (mainly murder). Every device (phones, security cameras, monitors) are linked to the “cloud” so that when a suspected assailant is observed, the police scoop them up, and whisk them to the monolith Mercy building in downtown LA. They are strapped to a chair in front of a huge screen that lets them interact with an AI judge (and no jury of their peers). They are given 90 minutes to reduce the probability of guilt icon to 92%. If that number can’t be reached, the prisoner is given a lethal shock through that chair. As the backstory ends, the main action shifts to a large empty room where a groggy Chris Raven (Chris Pratt) awakens in that dreaded chair. He is then told by digital Judge Maddox (Rebecca Ferguson) that he is accused of killing his wife Nicole (Annabelle Wallis). Raven is stunned, since he has no memory of that or of being arrested. Oh, and he’s a cop, the police detective that brought in the first person to be tried and found guilty by Mercy (which has reduced the murder rat, so far, to 68%). Things don’t look promising for him as he sees various screen grabs of him getting into a heated argument with her before “falling off the wagon” and being violently subdued (hence the poor recall) at a local “watering hole”. That ninety-minute clock is ticking fast, so Raven gets “up to speed” by contacting his AA sponsor Rob (Chris Sullivan) and his angry teen daughter Britt (Kylie Rogers), who discovered her mom’s body. With help on those mean streets from his current LAPD partner Jaq (Kali Reis) can Raven untangle this twisty “frame job” before his “trial time” runs out, and he is roasted and toasted by “ole’ Sparkey’?

Though he’s “the guy in the chair”, Pratt ably holds our interest, communicating the plight of Raven though his vocal intonations and facial expressions (no body language to read here). Plus, he’s not cruising by with his engaging charm, giving us the dramatic heft missing with much of his post-Starlord roles in direct-to-streaming shows. He can even keep us in doubt as to Raven’s guilt (most of the time). Now “the lady on the big monitor screen” (accented in black naturally), is the terrific Ferguson who we just saw reacting to screens in A HOUSE OF DYNAMITE. Here’s she’s almost as limited as Pratt, since the AI judge is incapable of expressing any emotion (to a point). Yet, she intimidates with her strict adherence to protocols (and her programming), and stubbornness with Raven (raising the guilt percentage ruthlessly), though she almost smiles when called “your honor”. Sullivan embodies the caring sponsor/pal who wants to help, but thinks Raven is guilty. Ditto for Rogers, though she’s full of rage and tears. And much of that is true for Reis, who will fly into the fire for her partner, despite her pessimistic persona. There’s also some strong supporting work from Kenneth Choi as raven’s former partner and BFF, along with Jeff Pierre as a slippery stranger with a link to Raven’s wife.

Now, here’s a nifty idea on the police procedural/crime “whodunit”. Perhaps it may be the only months away dystopian future that recalls MINORITY REPORT, ROBOCOP, and the various incarnations of JUDGE DREDD (comics and films) that makes the plot seem fresh. That cynical take on tomorrow’s lawmen even provides a knowing satirical wink at the current political climate. The use of the various screens is pretty inventive as we watch Raven furiously figuring out a way to exonerate himself while tracking down the killer. Director Timur Bekmambetov juggles the various images (much like his last computer thriller PROFILE), with some reality TV-like dust-ups and some nifty gadgets (there are single-sized police copter/drones). Unfortunately he tosses these elements aside in the last twenty or so minutes to indulge in some “destruction porn” out of the FAST & FURIOUS franchise, with a dash of THE BLUES BROTHERS (I image Michael Bay telling him to “reign it in” a bit). Any semblance of subtlety and drama is replaced by near non-stop carnage and urban mayhem. It’s quite exhausting, and a real shame since there are some interesting concepts and commentary for much of MERCY.

2 Out of 4

MERCY is now playing in theatres everywhere

28 YEARS LATER: THE BONE TEMPLE – Review

Whew, now that is a really quick turnaround for a sequel (they way it sprinted to theatres in just a little over six months, you’d think that it had contracted the “rage”). Usually there’s at least a year between franchise entries, even if they were shot at the same time as the WICKED flicks or even more, like the last two “impossible missions” (who knows if or when we’ll have to endure the conclusion to FAST X). Then, this isn’t your usual “tent pole”, since the original sprinted out in 2002, its first sequel in 2007, then the follow-up last June. That installment was both a box office and critical hit, so a different director and much of the same cast are hoping that audiences will be eager to get out of the January chills and warm themselves by the fiery furnaces of 28 YEARS LATER: THE BONE TEMPLE.

When we last saw the preteen loner Spike (Alfie Williams), he was saved from a rage-infected pack by a group of track-suit wearing, platinum-haired young men and women. But as we see in the opening sequence, Spike might have gone from the “frying pan into the fire”, as he must face off against an older young man as his “initiation” into the group called “the Jimmies”. Watching over the duel is their leader, Sir Jimmy Crystal (Jack O’Connell), in his thirties, making him a veteran of the “plague” world. He “fancies” himself to be the son of “ole’ Nick” AKA Satan. Somehow, Spike triumphs, is dubbed the newest “Jimmy”, and is forced to join them in deadly attacks on human survivors on the mainland, encounters that end with Sir Jimmy orchestrating acts of barbaric cruelty. Meanwhile, Dr. Ian Kelson (Ralph Fiennes) is still tending to the title “Bone Temple”, or “memento mori” dedicated to the dead, the bone towers flanking a massive spire of human skulls. Kelson’s daily routine is broken up by visits (more like roaring attacks) from the hulking “alpha” of the infected, whom he dubs “Samson” (Chi Lewis-Parry). Those encounters turn into a game as Kelson waits until the giant is nearly upon him before using a long tube to blow a dart full of his special sedative, that renders Samson docile. The doctor soon comes to the conclusion that Samson actually welcomes the “rest” and often joins him for a brief “nap”. Kelson then begins to experiment on Samson and somehow is able to counteract the “rage”. However, his research may soon be disrupted when he and his sanctuary are discovered by the Jimmies. What happens when the worlds of these survivors clash? Who will claim the land, Sir Jimmy, Dr. Kelson, or perhaps Samson?

Probably the greatest performance from the last entry was from the gifted Fiennes as the somewhat still sane medical man, somehow learning to adapt to the hellscape of the plague -ridden countryside. Here he actually builds on that work (last time we didn’t meet him until well past the halfway mark), adding some new “layers” to this lonely soul. He shows us that Kelson is yearning for a real human connection, even if it’s with a “zonked out” behemoth. Plus, we get to see a bit of his eccentric side, as his main joy comes from his love of his 80s pop records. Fiennes captures our attention in every one of his scenes (he’s got a long overdue date with Oscar). His character’s “inverse” may be the charismatic O’Connell as the cunning, cruel, and still a bit charming Sir Jimmy. He may be the “wildest card” in the twisted pack of Jimmies, who has a teen idol’s swagger while putting a Manson-like spell on his faithful followers. After his splendid work last year as the “boss vamp” in SINNERS, O’Connell is quite the engaging movie monster. Williams commands our interests and elicits our sympathies as Spike, still a boy, as he tries to survive this world and his still painful family loss. Luckily, he’s got a caring surrogate “big sis” in the enigmatic Erin Kellyman as “Jimmy Ink”, the gang’s “enforcer” who has freed herself from the “cult” of Sir Jimmy. Kudos also to the compelling physical presence of Lewis-Parry who gives some unexpected vulnerability, showing us that like the Frankenstein monster, he could have his cloudy savagery cleansed by a bit of kindness.

Earlier I mentioned that this installment boasts a different director. Taking the reins from Danny Boyle is the versatile, visually elegant Nia DaCosta (after last year’s “chamber drama” HEDDA). She clues us in, with the searing brutality of “Spike’s test” that this second act of a planned final trilogy, won’t dance around its violent, visceral origins. In other words, the blood does flow, like a red storm over the gorgeous green English countryside. The screenwriter of last June’s entry, Alex Garland, does return with a tale that echoes several horror survival themes, showing us how the uninfected humans can be more deadly than the screaming charging hordes. We’re even given an “origin story” set at the beginning s of the “rage”, reminding us that these mindless monsters were exactly like us. What really surprised me this time was the unexpected bursts of very dark, nearly pitch black, humor, especially in the final showdown. Ah, but it’s not really “final” as an epilogue promises another glorious glimpse into this altered Earth. Let’s hope our next visit, probably not a quick seven months wait, will be as well produced and as full of conflict and compassion as 28 YEARS LATER: THE BONE TEMPLE.

3.5 Out of 4

28 YEARS LATER: THE BONE TEMPLE opens in theaters everywhere on Thursday, January 15, 2026

WE BURY THE DEAD – Review

For one of the first big new film releases of 2026, we turn to a “tried and true” horror “sub-genre”, the “zombie flick” (or “walking dead” if you’re more “refined” in your terror tastes). Sure, these grungy ghouls began their cinematic lumbering more than 90 years ago (WHITE ZOMBIE and I WALKED WITH A ZOMBIE are examples respectively from the 30s and 40s), but the current iteration probably begins with George Romero’s landmark NIGHT OF THE LIVING DEAD in 1968. But in more recent years we’ve gotten some “mixed movies” such as the comedies (ZOMBIELAND (2 of them), THE DEAD DON’T DIE, and SHAUN OF THE DEAD), and even a romance (WARM HEART). Much in that (jugular) vein, this new one from “down under” could be considered a “relationship drama” as it focuses on a woman (and her partner) who could declare on a resume that WE BURY THE DEAD.

The first person we meet in the film is Ava (Daisy Ridley), a young wife from the states who’s on a bus in Tasmania with dozens of very anxious people. These passengers are “twitchy” because they’re citizen volunteers in the “body retrieval units” after the US (we’re the “baddies” again) accidentally launched an experimental device that sends out a pulse that terminates neural functions, killing over a half a million on the island. Ava’s group is escorted by the military forces in the “zones” after they’re told that some struck by the “event” may be springing back to life. If they encounter a person whose brain is somehow “back online”, they are to send up a flare and soldiers will take care of them “humanely”. It’s revealed that Ava’s motives go beyond charity, as her husband had attended a business conference there. She wants to head south to his resort to see if he survived, but the military has forbidden travel past Hobart due to massive fires. Ava must wait for her “moment” while being teamed with a snarky “free spirit” named Clay (Brenton Thwaites), who unwittingly provides an “opportunity” via is theft of a motorcycle. The duo sneak away from the troops to travel the off-highway back roads in a quest for Ava’s hubby Mitch (Matt Whelan). But will a chance encounter with a grief-stricken soldier, Riley (Mark Coles Smith) abruptly end the journey of Clay and Ava. And what about the “re-animated” and aggressive survivors along the way?

After her initial splash in the final “episodes” of the STAR WARS saga, it’s great to see that Ms. Ridley is getting to flex her considerable dramatic skills as the haunted Ava, who will take any risk or suffer any humiliation to reunite with her spouse. But then she conveys that “shift” in this seeker, as the rose-hued “tint” in her memories of marriage slowly chip away. We see this is not only a rescue of Mitch, but perhaps a relationship rescue. Ridley also has a deft physicality, whether evading the “onliners”, or darting eyes in order to find the best “action option”, making Ava a unique thriller heroine. And somehow Ava does work well with Thwaites as the more laid-back Clay, a fellow who has forsaken the altruism of this new “temp gig” in order to indulge his hedonistic appetites. This dude has serious swagger, as he readily agrees Ava’s plans, with Thwaites saying, “Why the Hell not?” with a whip of his long dark locks. Much more “tightly-wound” is Smith as the emotionally traumatized Riley, whose haunted backstory prompts him to go against his training and his moral compass. In the aforementioned flashbacks, Whelan is quite effective as Mitch is transformed from an adorably-smitten groom to something darker and wounded by life.

This tale is written and directed by screen vet Zak Hilditch. He has a confident visual flair, filling the screen with expansive island vistas, while not neglecting the focus on the desperate characters. Though the “body retrievals” are mainly done in the blazing sunlight, he gives each domicile a touch of rotting decay, with horrific menace lurking just inside the nurseries. Unfortunately, aside from the “marriage subplot” there’s little here that fans of the genre haven’t seen before, in much better thrillers. The main problem here, perhaps, is the lack of thrills. The “undead onliners” only make a handful of attacks, with wildly different results (it’s explained that the longer they’ve been ‘activated”, the more agitated they act). That may account for the rather sluggish pacing, making this feel longer than its 94-minute runtime. Yes, the “ghouls” are unsettling due to a twist on standard “zombs” in their dentistry (their “teeth grinding” is pretty creepy as we hear molars scraping as they lurch forward). But then we’re back trudging through the often lovely countryside. Plus, the “twist” ending loses much of its impact after a big reveal in last year’s superior 28 YEARS LATER (maybe Ralph Finnse could have provided a needed jolt of energy). Fans of fear flicks will want more shocks than marital conflict, while drama fans will be turned off by the dollops (not deluges) of gore in the well-intentioned WE BURY THE DEAD.

2 out of 4

WE BURY THE DEAD opens in select theatres on January 1, 2026

SONG SUNG BLUE – Review

(L to R) Hugh Jackman as Mike Sardina and Kate Hudson as Claire Stengl in director Craig Brewer’s SONG SUNG BLUE, a Focus Features release. Credit: Courtesy of Focus Features. © 2025 All Rights Reserved.

So who’s up for some great tunes on this big holiday…, at the multiplex? No, we’re not talking about any Christmas carols (you’re probably hearing those jingle bells in your sleep by now). We’re talking a full-fledged musical movie, though it’s not another bold brassy big-screen version of a stage musical in the wake of WICKED: FOR GOOD (though it’s really an expanding of its second act). This new release may be more in that subgenre of the “jukebox musical” as it focuses on the pop songs of an iconic star, although it’s not a biopic of him (much like ELVIS or ROCKETMAN). You see, this is a true life dramatic love story about a “tribute band” of that singing superstar. Sounds confusing? It’ll all be clear with the first few notes (and scenes) of SONG SUNG BLUE.

That title tune is heard in the opening scene, in which Mike Sardina (Hugh Jackman) serenades his AA support group after he has hit a big sobriety milestone in late 1980s Milwaukee. From there he’s off to his sweet “side gig” as part of a “tributes” show at the state fair. Mike walks out after the organizer insists that he take on the songs of Don Ho (“Tiny Bubbles”). No, Mike wants to perform the works of his idol, Neil Diamond. As he exits, Mike stops to catch the fetching Patsy Cline (“Walkin’ After Midnight”) songstress Claire Stingl (Kate Hudson). He strikes up a conversation with her later that night, leading to a date for the two divorced parents (Mike’s teenage daughter visits once a month or so). He tries to bond with Claire’s energetic pre-teen son Dayna (Hudson Hensley) and her somewhat surly teenage daughter Rachel (Ella Anderson). After a quick “jam session” Mike asks Claire if she would consider partnering with him for his “dream Diamond tribute review” that he dubs “Thunder and Lightning” (the latter being his stage persona while she’d be the former). Claire is thrilled and seals their partnership with a kiss. They assemble a back-up band and begin performing in bars, wedding halls, and eateries in the Wisconsin/Illinois area. Through it all, the two become much more than a singing duo, eventually tying the knot. Their reputation is on the rise, leading to an “opening act” slot at a Pearl Jam concert. The sky seems to be the limit, but the joyful music is almost silenced as fate hits several “sour notes” to challenge their sweet harmonies.

I’ll just get this out of the way: Jackman and Hudson are superb singers. Yeah, that’s not a big revelation, since Hugh has a couple of Tonys on his mantle and Kate cut an album (they still call them that) last year. But that skill is certainly essential in these roles in order to “sell” them as a vocal duet. As for the other aspects of their performances, Jackman may have a bit more to do, as Mike is the “entry point” to this true tale. The “movie mutant” has swagger to spare, as he pushes past the goofy hairstyle and the flashy fashions to give us a man who overtakes the inner demons from his past by reinventing himself. His furrowed brow hints at Mike’s PTSD from serving in Nam, while he still has a vulnerability with the knowledge that his body is failing him and his “time clock” may halt at any time. The bubbly Hudson brings out the best in him. Beneath that beaming smile, Claire has had lots of heartbreak in his own past, and decides to bask in the high she gets from singing. In the story’s second act, we see that life tries to snuff out that spark, until family and friends re-ignite it. It’s no wonder Hudson was the “queen of rom-coms” as she conveys Claire’s joy in getting another chance at love. The film’s other great standout is Anderson as Claire’s teen daughter, Rachel. Sure, she starts as a clichéd snarky “eye-roller”, but she shows how the love of Mike for her mom warms that cynical heart, even making her an ally of his when things get tough, and as she faces her own big life-changing decision. Oh, and there are a couple of 1980s movie stalwarts on hand for support. Fisher Stevens is solid as Mike’s dentist-backer, and Jim Belushi goes all “cheese-head” (right outta’ FARGO) as the tour bus-drivin’ manager. The 90s are repped by Michael Imperioli from “The Sopranos” as the tributes show boss (and resident Buddy Holly) who plays back-up guitar for the revue.

Though no stranger to movies with music, this film is an interesting detour for director/ screenwriter (adapting the same-titled documentary by Greg Kohs) Craig Brewer, after making his 2005 breakout hit, the hip-hop-flavored HUSTLE AND FLOW followed by the 2011 remake of FOOTLOOSE. He takes us past the high camp (exploited in 2001’s SAVING SILVERMAN) of Diamond’s 70s heyday, though we get some Elvis-style kitsch, to get us into the minds and hearts of Mike and Claire. This lulls us into thinking that their love story will always prevail. The huge chaotic challenges make for an abrupt shift (though it seems too extreme, it’s all true), one that may be too much for some viewers, Brewer never veers too much into the melodramatic while keeping the story firmly planted in its frigid northern US roots. Brewer also keeps the pacing smooth, breaking up the dialogue with a burst of song, and not overdoing the big rehearsing and performing montages. Aside from those great hairstyles and fashions, the music selection is pretty terrific, touching on all the big Diamond hits while introducing some often neglected tunes (I now know a whole lot about “Soolaimon”). Hey, there’s even a couple of Patsy Cline and Buddy Holly classics. And the set decorators really capture the tone of the early 1990s. Some of the more jaded filmgoers may think that this is merely a sweet little flick to see with your older relatives, but they may be surprised by the endearing look at the performers that don’t fill arenas, the bus-travelin’ workin’ stiff weekend warriors. That and the chemistry of Hudson and Jackman really blend for a nearly pitch-perfect romance in SONG SUNG BLUE.

3 Out of 4

SONG SUNG BLUE opens in theatres everywhere on Christmas Day, 2025

THE HOUSEMAID (2025) – Review

Sydney Sweeney as Millie and Amanda Seyfried as Nina in The Housemaid. Photo Credit: Daniel McFadden/Lionsgate

Ho, ho, ho, Hollywood is coming home for the holidays. Oh, but what a home. The domicile featured in this new movie is exquisite, lush, the stuff of “house and garden” fever dreams. But the looks are indeed deceiving. That’s because some deadly, dark secrets are tucked behind those pricey but tasteful furnishings. No doubt countless weekly book clubs explored this when the literary inspiration for this new release came out just a little over three years ago. Now, it’s getting the full “studio movie” adaptation, with a screen vet and a sizzling “hot” rising star cast in the title role of THE HOUSEMAID.

That title refers to a young woman in her early twenties named Millie (Sydney Sweeney). She’s certainly at a crossroads in her life as she tries to find work, Any work, Why the rejections? We learn that she’s got a lot of “baggage”, namely a criminal record requiring her to check in with a parole officer who insists that she be employed. As the story begins, Millie is interviewing for the position of “general housekeeper (or that earlier title)” at a ritzy, right from the pages of “Architectural Digest” New Jersey estate. Quizzing her is the “lady of the house”, the gorgeous, blonde, refined Nina (Amanda Seyfried). After being told that the gig would involve cleaning, light cooking, helping with her ten-year-old daughter Cecilia (Indiana Elle), Nina bids Millie adieu, insisting that she’ll “be in touch”. Thinking that this was the “brush off” Millie hunkers down in her “beater” of a “home on wheels” for another long, cold night parked in an empty lot. Just as the cops tap on the car door, she gets a call from Nina offering the position. Millie zips over where Nina gives her the tour, taking her to the top floor location of Millie’s attic bedroom. Is this perfect, or what? Well, Millie meets the “master of the house”, Nina’s hunky hubby Andrew (Brandon Sklenar). No, no,no, she’s determined to keep things “professional”. But after the first night there, she gets a “front row seat” to a Nina “freak out”. This is the first of many scenes of erratic behavior from her, leading to threats of dismissal. Millie endures, needing to work, or it’s back to jail. But can she take the bizarre behavior and the unpredictable mania of Nina? And what’s up with the dark, brooding groundskeeper, the stoic Enzo (Michele Morone)? Could this dream home be the epicenter of a “nightmare manor” for Millie? And just what was her crime?

That “hot” darling of current pop culture is that “super-nova” Ms. Sweeney, who is given a chance to carry the dramatic weight of this tale. Though she burst out (I’ll not make a wardrobe comment), a couple of years ago, she’s bounced (watch it) from forgettable rom-coms to generic thrillers (though she did very well with a supporting role in ECHO VALLEY), she’s not gotten a real chance to test her star-power until this. Yes, Millie is often the victim that the audience frets over, but we also see her taking charge to find the truth. And she also embarks on a swoony forbidden romance, until Sweeney becomes a full action heroine. For much of the film she must hold the screen with the equally compelling charisma of Seyfried, whose Nina may be the “showier” role as she careens from sweet to unhinged with little warning, like a human pinball ricocheting off the tasteful-texured walls. With her wide expressive eyes, she draws us into the world of this pampered domestic diva, prepping us for another abrupt switch as we’re plunged into her own past. Sklenar is a slick, smooth charmer whose sympathy often feels too good to be true as he becomes Millie’s secret ally during Nina’s explosive displays. Morone emits a suave, sinister vibe as the terse gardener who seems to magically appear in Millie’s eyeline (yes, “jump-scares” a’plenty). Elle is also strong as the pouty, snooty rich kid who will not warm up to Millie, despite her efforts. Also of note is Alexandra Seal as Officer Conners,, a local cop who might just have a connection to the mysteries of the mansion.

Orchestrating all the over-the-top mayhem and machinations is acclaimed comedy director (the guru of that TV gem, “Freaks and Geeks”), Paul Feig. But he’s in a different “mode” here from the inspired hilarity of BRIDESMAIDS and THE HEAT. Instead, he’s diving into the sparkly “high class” camp of his thriller parody A SIMPLE FAVOR (and let’s erase that lackluster sequel from our memory, shall we) to create another homage to the classic “women’s pictures” of Hollywood’s “golden age”. Think back to that classic first film of THE WOMEN, where screen sirens “faced off” to fight for their desires (I guess there’s also a pinch of the Davis/Crawford dynamic from WHATEVER HAPPENED TO BABY JANE). Here two extremely photogenic blondes battle for “the whole enchilada”, going just short of hair-pulling and punching (there’s some physical stuff in the finale). Plus, there’s even a take on the whole “rescued princess” fantasy that Feig expertly trashes. Speaking of, yes this is really good “high gloss” trash, a super-sized, souped up version of all the over-heated, soapy, sudsy, made for basic-cable TV thrillers, given a studio sheen. This superior silliness is lifted by Rebecca Sonnenshines’ juicy screenplay adaptation of the bestseller from Freida McFadden (guessing it was seen at last of beach pools over the last couple of summers). And with all the high fashion and furnishing, we still get a solid tale of strong ladies “gettin’ it done”. Speaking of, here’s hoping that these two are teamed once more (Seyfried and Sweeney certainly hammered that home in their press tour). During the cold Winter of somber Oscar hopefuls, take a fluffy, popcorn break with THE HOUSEMAID.

3 Out of 4

THE HOUSEMAID opens in theaters everywhere on Friday, December 19, 2025

THE SPONGEBOB MOVIE; SEARCH FOR SQUAREPANTS – Review

And just what type of feature film has been at the top of the box office for the last couple of weekends? Oh, and it just became the biggest grossing flick of 2025 (we’ll see if that holds with the Nav’i arriving from Pandora this Friday). I’m talking about ZOOTOPIA 2, an animated feature film. And a sequel that could be part of another ongoing big franchise. That’s not too unusual for movies from the “mouse house” (and their Pixar partners), but rare for others. Sure, there’s DreamWorks with SHREK and ICE AGE from Blue Sky (actually now part of Disney). Well, there’s now Paramount Animation whose lil’ yellow, smilin’ hero is headlining his fourth big screen adventure, all since debuting on the Nickelodeon cable TV network way back in 1999. So let’s travel to Bikini Bottom via the multiplex for THE SPONGEBOB MOVIE: SEARCH FOR SQUAREPANTS. Whew, to paraphrase another seafarer and the poster, “we’re gonna’ need a bigger marquee”.

To start this tale of deep sea exploit, we’re treated to a prologue from a live-action pirate who tells us of the legend of the Flying Dutchman. Not to worry kids, we’re quickly reunited with our guy, Spongebob Squarepants (voice of Tom Kenny), who’s very excited at his pineapple home. Turns out he’s gotten taller, actually tall enough to ride the roller coaster at a nearby amusement park, Glove World. Yes, he’s a “big guy”! His BFF Patrick Star (Bill Fagerbakke) join him on this momentous trek. Ah, but the very dangerous-looking ride causes Bob to have a “change of heart”. Yup, he’s the “chicken of the sea”. The duo head back to the Crabby Patty diner, where the owner, Mr. Krabs (Clancy Brown) teases him with tales of his past “daring do” showing off his own “swashbuckler certificate”. Hoping to earn one of his own, Bob and Patrick go through a secret trap door, to Krabs’ old artifacts and “knick-knacks”. Somehow, the duo pass into an “ultra secret” section that has a portal to the pirate ship of the Flying Dutchman (Mark Hamill). It turns out that he’s tired of being a green ghost who must sail the seven seas for eternity. He has a chance to be human once more via a magical device that can only be activated by “the purest innocent”. Sounds like our “big guy” Bob. As they sail away, Krabs and Squidward (Roger Bumpass), head downstairs and try to follow the ship to rescue Bob and Patrick. Can the squabbling pair catch up to the Dutchman before Bob somehow sends the old pirate into the real world? And would Bob replace him as the captain of his ghostly vessel?

It’s amazing that the veteran voice ensemble (past 25 years already) can still bring such sprightly energy to the “core” cast of characters, particularly the gifted vocal styling of Mr. Kenny (Bill, Clancy, and Roger aren’t “phoning it in”, though they could). Now, with this outing, they’ve brought in a few more actors into their “play pen”. Hamill is the perfect craggy, cranky green pirate ghost, while Regina Hall make for an excellent “first mate/assistant” Barb. As good as they are, the visuals really have to sell this story. While the original TV series and the first feature were produced in glorious “hand-drawn” 2D-style “classic” animation (though I’m guessing some “flash” was in use), the producers have completely-embraced fully-rendered, rounded, textured 3D CGI tech. Happily none of the rubbery expressions and exaggerations are lost, as the artists really make the cast very expressive in their physicality, often recalling the “loonier” art of Bob Clampett (a “touchstone” in zany poses). And we even get some live-action actors and settings in the big finale, though they can’t compare with the eye-popping splendor of the undersea backdrops (what they can do with the sand and sea greenery). The only problem with this is the exhaustion from the manic “in your face” pacing, which was meant to keep kids engaged, but is so draining for over 90 minutes (maybe this would’ve worked better in a multipart TV miniseries). You really need some time to catch your breath, since there aren’t big musical numbers or any quiet interludes. Yes the visuals are superb (some “gross-out” close-ups feel like the handiwork of Spumco, the Ren & Stimpy studio, stalwart Vincent Waller), but it really begins to blend together by the third act. But the overall quality is maintained after all this time in the “briny deep” so that longtime fans (the original TV viewers can bring their kids and maybe grandkids) will get a nostalgic charge out of THE SPONGEBOB MOVIE: SEARCH FOR SQUAREPANTS. Oh, and the TMNT short that proceeds it is pretty clever, too.

2.5 Out of 4

THE SPONGEBOB MOVIE: SEARCH FOR SQUAREPANTS opens in theaters everywhere on Friday, December 19, 2025

JAY KELLY – Review

With all the manic activity, preparations, shopping, and general “hub-bub” that fills the holiday season, most of us have precious little “downtime” to reflect. If you do get a “breather” you might pause to mull over your relationships with family and friends. And perhaps not all those memories are seen through “rose colored glasses”. Yup, regret can be an unexpected source for the end-of-the-year blues. This new film proclaims that those “pangs” can even affect the very-rich and famous. That includes iconic Hollywood “A-listers”, like the title character of this movie. And the “m-word” certainly applies to him because there are few movie stars that have been at the top of the box office longer than that “leading man” with the “matinée idol looks”, Mr. JAY KELLY.

Naturally, when we first meet Jay Kelly (George Clooney) he’s on a movie set, wrapping up his final scene. Right at his side is his devoted longtime manager Ron Sukenick (Adam Sandler), as they hear “Cut!”. Back at his lush estate, Jay meets with his youngest daughter Daisy (Grace Edwards), who’s preparing to join some school friends on a train trip through Europe. Jay tries to convince her to cancel and hang out with him between acting gigs. She declines just as Ron delivers a big bombshell: the director that gave Jay his “big break”, Peter Schnieder (Jim Broadbent), has died. Jay then recalls their last get together when he passed on Peter’s last film project. After attending the funeral, Jay runs into his old acting-school buddy, Tim (Billy Crudup), who suggests that the two get a drink at their old dive bar hangout. Things turn sour when Tim recalls how Jay got a role he had wanted, Their reunion ends in a fistfight on the sidewalk. The next day, Ron does damage control as Jay hits him with a bombshell. Rather than work on a new project with a hot directing duo, he’ll go to a Tuscany film festival that wants to honor him with a career award. But Jay doesn’t want another piece for his mantel. He makes a few clandestine calls, and finds out Daisy’s travel itinerary by following her BFF’s credit card trail. With Ron in tow, along with his long-time publicist Liz (Laura Dern), the “Kelly crew” flies to France where they board Daisy’s train. Along the way, Jay reconnects with the “common folk” while drifting in and out of memories before the big event in Italy, where he’ll encounter more folks from his troubled past.

So Clooney as a long-time, decades-spanning screen icon…not much of a stretch, sure. The guy has enough charm to spare, or at least for a couple more years. But here he peels back the sparkle to show the melancholy at Jay’s core. We see the sadness edging out that boyish twinkle in his eye as Clooney projects an unexpected vulnerability when Kelly realizes that time may not heal all wounds. His pairing with Sandler as the put-upon “wrangler” Ron is most inspired. Yes, Ron’s devoted to Jay, but Sandler shows us how the countless frustrations are boiling to the surface, ready to dour some hot steam into that suave mug. And he shows how his own family is losing the “tug-of-war” with Kelly. Dern’s great as another senior member of the “crew” who has his own regrets concerning her past with Ron. As Liz, Dern channels the staccato line delivery of those classic movie workin’ gals.The supporting cast is very impressive, including Patrick Wilson as another star in Ron’s “stable” (their Dinner “confab” is a highlight), Stacy Keach as the “rough around the edges” reminder of Jay’s boyhood, and Riley Keough as the elder Kelly daughter who is immune to papa’s “too late” attempts to reconnect. But the big standout may be the superb early-in-the-story turn by Crudup as the affable at first, old method acting buddy who suddenly bares his fangs on the startled “old pal”.

This is the latest work of one of the medium’s most interesting filmmakers, Noah Baumbach, who crafted the script with actress Emily Mortimer, who also plays Jay’s hairstylist Candy. This is a more grounded story than many of his more fanciful flicks like his WHITE NOISE, but not nearly as emotionally raw as MARRIAGE STORY. He gives us an interesting “insider’s view” of the industry, with riffs on several current stars and their scandals (now, who might those directing brothers be). Plus, Noah does dip his toe into fantasy with his unique flashback “transitions”. Suddenly, Jay will work through a day and be plunged into a major mistake from his past (he’s on his first movie set, he’s at a therapy session with one of his kids). We get some nice comic bits with the cute train passengers who adjust to the big star quickly. Oh, and that location works, especially in Tuscany, is quite dazzling. Though this can get a bit too fluffy and “navel-gazing”, the story does make its point concerning the consequences of putting your career first since in the non-soundstage world, we don’t get a second “take” to make things right. That’s a good lesson for moviegoers and movie stars like JAY KELLY.

3 out of 4

JAY KELLY is now steaming exclusively on Netflix

MERRILY WE ROLL ALONG (2025) – Review

During this cold, hectic holiday season, what could be more invigorating than taking in a big Broadway musical hit? But there’s no need to hop on a plane to the Big Apple, this recent smash is at your local multiplex (or at a big “single screen”, if you’re so fortunate). It’s not a new idea, since Disney tried it five years ago with HAMILTON. The pandemic scrapped plans for a wide theatrical release, so it premiered on their streaming app (however, a few months ago it enjoyed a brief big-screen run). Well, now Sony Classics is behind a filmed version of a recent (it was shot last year) multi-Tony awarding winning revival of a 1981 work from a giant of musical theater. However, this didn’t “click” on the Great White Way nearly 45 years ago, though it’s grown in stature with his fans (even getting a nod in LADY BIRD). This one worked, perhaps due to a bit of “magic” from the star of a huge film franchise. Will the same thing occur when the (movie) theater curtain rises for MERRILY WE ROLL ALONG?

The show’s format sets it apart, as the story is told in reverse, going back in time from its big splashy opening number in 1976. We’re in a swanky beach house in Malibu to celebrate the opening of a new hit movie, and its “buzzed-about” producer, Frank Shepard (Jonathan Groff). Everybody’s feeding his ego, except for an old friend turned theater critic, Mary Flynn (Lindsay Mendez). She taunts him over his split with another pal, being a ‘sell-out” to his musical theater roots, and drinks too much before existing. The plot shifts to 1973 and a disastrous TV interview with Frank and his former songwriting partner, Charley Kringas (Daniel Radcliffe), which leads to the aforementioned “bust-up”. We also get to experience the second Mrs. Shepard, stage diva Gussie Carnegie (Krystal Joy Brown). The following scenes are set 3 to 4 years in the trio’s history, with Shepard and Kringas becoming Broadway hit-makers with producer Joe Joesphson (Reg Rogers), the first hubby of Gussie. We also meet Frank’s first wife, Beth (Katie Rose Clarke), as the two fall in and out of love while becoming the parents of Frank Jr. (Max Rackenberg). The “march of time” backtracks all the way to 1957, when the trifecta of Mary, Frank, and Charley begin their then-optimistic journey to become “old friends”.

Of course, that “magic maker” I mentioned earlier is the very talented Mr. Radcliffe, who becomes somewhat of a Broadway staple with another revival of a classic (he did succeed in “How to Succeed in Business Without Really Trying” several years ago. Though he’s more of a “featured player”, Radcliffe has plenty of moments to shine as the snarky lyricist who feels discarded. This is really accented in his show-stopping number, the acerbic “Franklin Shepard, Inc” (the guy can really handle those “tongue-twisters”). So, who’s the lead, then? According to the Tonys, it’s Groff as the “morally-challenged” Frank whose soul seems to chip away with every year, giving Groff a chance to go from dark to light with each “rewind”. His big number is probably “Growing Up” as Frank gets a “wake-up call” after his showbiz dreams. The most dramatic role is probably Mary, offering Mendez the chance to hurl barbs and burns, while giving us a glimpse into her heartbreak as she pines for the clueless Frank. And her “pipes” get a great workout with “Now You Know” along with several duets and tunes with her two pals. The entire ensemble is great with outstanding work by Brown as the vampy Gussie (doing high-kicks in a sparkly gown), the funny-turned-tragic Rogers as the schlubby cynical Joe, and the gifted physical comedian and superb singer Clarke as the sweet, sorrowful Beth.

These stage pros are guided by Maria Friedman who also directed the London West End revival that spawned this US company. The pacing is superb, with performers promptly establishing the changing years, while arranging the period props and settings. Oh, the musical theater icon is Stephen Sondheim, who crafted the superb music and lyrics with his usual wit and inspired rhymes and song structure, though without any huge “”standards”, with “Old Friends” perhaps the most enduring. His “Company” collaborator George Furth cleverly adapted and updated the 1934 play by George S. Kaufman and Moss hart, getting in plenty of digs at showbiz deceptions and rivalries, elicitng laughs and a deep melancholy since we see the seeds of heartbreak planted that will destroy marriages and that central friendship. This isn’t frothy “taps and taps”, rather it’s got a real bite, which may explain why it’s taken many years to be appreciated. And now we can bask in its wonder from a reasonably-priced (have you heard about those Broadway tickets) movie theater seat and enjoy the terrific talents at work in MERRILY WE ROLL ALONG.

3.5 Out of 4

MERRILY WE ROLL ALONG is now playing in select theaters

ETERNITY (2025) – Review

So what new genre are the fine folks at A24 going to tackle now? This current “indie darling” studio has made its mark with searing dramas and harrowing horror (I can’t even think about BRING HER BACK). What’s next? How about the “rom com”? Sure, this year’s MATERIALISTS would qualify, though it’s a pretty sharp comedic commentary on the current dating scene. Maybe they’ll look into one of those “sub-genres” such as the “fantasy/rom com”. Yes, indeed, their foray drops in theaters this holiday weekend. The fantasy part is the setting for most of the story: the afterlife. But there are no halos, or wings, or harps (maybe on the soundtrack). The plot concerns souls that are in a kind of limbo as they ponder some big decisions. See, it’s not just a question of “where” you want to spend the afterlife (more about that in a bit), bur rather “who” you want to be by your side for all of ETERNITY.

The story really starts on good ole’ planet Earth, today. The long-time elderly married couple, the Cutlers, are on their way to a “gender reveal” party, spurring much debate about current quirky traditions. But the celebration takes a tragic turn and suddenly the hubby/grandpa’ is on a very bizarre train. And he’s not in his 80s, instead he looks to be a spry thirty-something. Larry (Miles Teller) arrives at an equally strange station and is met by Anna (Da’Vine Joy Randolph) who explains to him that he has passed away and is in a heavenly ‘holding zone”. She’s his personal “Afterlife Coordinator”, further explaining that he is at his “happiest age” and has a week to decide which “afterlife area” he will exist forever. Lots of reps for the many different “worlds” bombard him with sales pitches (maybe “Sports world” or “Business world”, among hundreds of choices). But hey, Larry wants to be with his wife, so he has the option of staying in this zone and taking a job (the place resembles a massive resort) until his love arrives (dies, really). It doesn’t seem like a bad choice after conversing with a friendly affable bartender named Luke (Callum Turner) who’s pouring drinks until his lady love shows up. It’s not too long until Larry’s beloved checks in at the train station. A disoriented Joan (Elizabeth Olsen) is greeted by her own “AC”, Ryan (John Early). Anna swoops in with Larry, but Ryan has another option. Seems he’s also the AC for Joan’s first husband, who had been killed in a war not long after they wed. And you can guess who that is. Now, Joan has to make the biggest decision of her life (actually afterlife). Should she join Luke in “Mountain world” or be with Larry in “Beach world”? Let the chaotic comedy contest begin…

Although this flick is marketed as an otherworldly love triangle, the “side” with the most screen time is probably Teller as the often befuddled and a bit coarse Larry. Though, he made his mark in action flicks like the TOP GUN sequel and the “under-the-radar” sci-fi/romance THE GORGE. Teller displays a deft comedic touch here as Larry schemes to “wreck the system” in order to win his lady’s heart. Plus, he scores some big laughs as he still thinks like an 80-year-old despite his youthful vigor. With the right script, Teller could carry an all-out farce. At the center of this “tug-of-war” is Olsen as the ever-flustered Joan. She’s more known for her dramatic fare, along with being part of the MCU, so it’s great to see Olsen taking a chance in this genre. Like Larry, she’s in the “old soul/young body” dilemma, though she’s not given enough “shtick” before Joan is being torn by the big choice. The other fella’ turning up the heat is the more stoic Luke, played by Turner as more of a “fish out of water”, being a man from the 1950s dealing with a duo from the next century. Plus, he’s more grounded since he’s been in this “zone” a very long time. Rather than joining in the gags, Turner conveys a smouldering intensity in order to make Larry “step up his game”. Oscar-winner Randolph as Anna has a nice snarky delivery while doing a great slow burn as Larry really gets on her “last nerve” despite her eternal tenure. She’s a nice contrast to Early as the rival AC, who displays a prim but perky aggressiveness which irritates Anna. Also of note is the funny deadpan performance by Ryan Beil as Fenwick, the bored ticket taker at the “museum of memories”.

The assured, steady direction is by David Freyne, who also worked on the script with Patrick Cunnane. He keeps the pace flowing for most of the first half, and giving this fantasy backdrop a grounded look, combining elements of a sales convention (lots of reps recruiting) and a massive vacation hotel (I was reminded of the interior wall of room inside the Luxor in Vegas). Somehow he keeps us focused on the trio, forgoing any flashy effects and camera techniques. And then the big “lull’ occurs at the midway point, just as we should be more invested in the big conflict. It just seems to run out of “juice”. Maybe more bits of satire were needed in the script since most of the “other worlds” are mentioned and tossed aside (I will say that the best joke concerns a world that’s unavailable due to its appeal to women, and I’m not talking about a “Chippendale’s World”). By the final act, we’re just reminded of the much better realized afterlife rom/coms like the 70s HEAVEN CAN WAIT and especially Albert Brooks’ DEFENDING YOUR LIFE. It’s a shame because the three lead actors are really trying to make the premise work, but when the jokes wear thin and the producers try to pluck at our heartstrings, this time spent at the multiplex really does feel like an ETERNITY.

2 Out of 4

ETERNITY opens in theatres on Wednesday, November 26, 2025

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