
So, after book-based movies in 2024 and 2026, which author now has a second film adaptation this year? If this were the 1980s or 1990s, you’d guess that it was Tom Clancy, John Grisham, or the amazingly prolific Stephen King (there’s a new limited-series version of “Carrie” streaming in a couple of weeks). Well, the “cinema scribe” of the moment appears to be Colleen Hoover. It started with IT ENDS WITH US two years ago (though the lawsuits and legal battles occupied the gossip websites into this year). Next in 2025 was REGRETTING YOU (well, I regretted seeing it). Only a few months ago, theatres got REMEMBERING HIM (what’s with those title verbs). Now, with the final few months of 2026, we get another page-turner (or, for some, a “stomach-turner”) turned into a flick full of very true, really, “big-time” movie stars, with one Oscar-winner in the title role of the mysterious VERITY.
In the opening moments, we get a whirlwind montage that tells us of the popularity of the best-selling author of very dark romance-thrillers, Verity Crawford (Anne Hathaway). Look, she’s sitting down with Gayle King, and she’s scarfing down chicken wings with Sean Evans. And then we meet another writer at the other end of the spectrum. Lowen Ashleigh (Dakota Johnson) is at a tiny bookstore, reading from her new short story collection to a trio of distracted listeners. She dashes out into the street and gets a call from her agent, imploring her to “wear something nice” to the meeting they have at a big NYC publishing house. On the way, she has a “meet weird” with a sullen, handsome stranger. When Lowen arrives for the “sit-down”, she’s surprised to see that man again. He’s Jeremy Crawford (Josh Hartnett), the husband of Verity. After signing an NDA, Lowen is told that Verity has been in an accident and cannot finish her new trilogy, so a ghostwriter is needed. After some prodding from her agent (who “ups” her “price”), and since she’s moving out of the apartment she shared with her recently deceased mother, Lowen accepts the offer. She will stay in the Crawford home in order to go through notes and outlines and get the first new novel organized. Jeremy greets her at the mansion tucked away in the snowy forests of Vermont. Lowen also meets his adorable six-year-old son, Crew (Brady Wagner), along with his catatonic mother, Verity. She cannot speak or move and is assisted by her somber nurse, Anna (Irina Dvorovenko). Lowen learns about the recent passing of Crew’s twin sister, Harper, from the still-grieving Jeremy (this may have contributed to Verity’s state). In going through V’s office, Lowen finds another manuscript, a biography, that hints at sinister machinations. Lowen is drawn into the couple’s web of deceit as she deals with her growing attraction to Jeremy. And then there’s the possibility that Verity may not be as helpless or as hopeless as they think…
Though she’s not playing the title character, Johnson carries the film as the main focus, Lowen (mmm, this character names…). She shows us the humiliation of an artist who’s just not connecting in that intro in the almost empty bookstore. And this is compounded by her recent loss, so Johnson conveys this with a hesitant delivery and stiff body language. The energy level rises a bit as Lowen embarks on her new mission in the woods, and her interest in her host. The almost ageless Hartnett projects a smouldering intensity, only relieved by his affection for lil’ Crew (again, the names…). His Jeremy seems like the lonely royal in an almost empty castle, recalling his past tragedies. And now we should talk about that title role, played by the ever-stunning Hathaway. In the flashback “media blitz,” she’s cool and calm, dutifully reciting her patter and platitudes. Happily, Hathaway gets to “cut loose” in the flashback that covers her steamy, passionate romance with Jeremy, which then shifts into her darker demeanor when it appears that Verity is far from the “picture-perfect” matriarch. And even though she’s giving us the present-day frozen stare, Hathaway draws us into Verity’s despair. Wagner is adorably shy, while Dvorovenko is subtly shady and sullen as the not-so-nice nurse.
So, this is actually from the talented filmmaker (and writer/actor) Michael Showalter, the same filmmaker who helmed gems like THE BIG SICK and THE EYES OF TAMMY FAYE, amongst many others? Well, he’s in an uphill battle with a convoluted, lackluster story source that would test anyone. It has the promise of being a creepy modern noir with a touch or two of MISERY, but that is squelched by some truly turgid dialogue, ludicrous staging (the first meeting of Lowen and Jeremy is so absurd that I thought it was a daydream), and glacier-slow pacing (like a turtle swimming in molasses). The hackneyed plot trudged on and on, with some silly erotic fantasies (right out of so many “skinamax” 2 AM fodder) failing to enliven this “trudge”. It’s a low bar, but this is the worst of the Hoover movies, since they’ve wasted so many gifted talents, mainly Showalter and the luminous Hathaway (a shame we couldn’t get a good “throwdown” with her and Johnson in a nightmare sequence). The locations are splendid, especially this lakeside estate built around boulders (maybe this is near the home of THE ROSES). And kudos for the costuming (oh, that red dress on Verity), but that’s about all I’ll remember from this overwrought and often ridiculous fluff. A sudsy, glossy soap opera mystery can be campy fun, but verily, VERITY is so very, very far from that; it’s an irritating ordeal.
1 Out of 4
VERITY opens in theatres everywhere on Friday, October 2, 2026






