Review: Alpha

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The 2026 year in film's most prominent attribute so far has been misfires from acclaimed or reputable directors of note - first, it was Emerald Fennell's misguided "Wuthering Heights," then Maggie Gylenhaal's tonally scattershot "The Bride!" and, now I'm sorry to report, Julia Ducournau's "Alpha."

Ducournau's debut, the grim cannibalism tale "Raw," generated a fair amount of excitement among cinephiles. It was more a picture that I admired more than loved, but her sophomore effort, the deranged (and I say that lovingly) Palm d'Or winner "Titane," announced her as a major filmmaker and made my top 10 of that year.

At last year's Cannes Film Festival, "Alpha" was considered one of its biggest misfires, so I went into it knowing that it was considered a step down for the French filmmaker. On the positive side, I didn't think it was as bad as some critics contended, but it's still a movie with some interesting concepts and imagery in search of something better.

The film opens with a young girl of Berber descent named Alpha (Melissa Boros) having the letter "A" tattooed on her arm while she's drunk and passed out at a party. This violation is especially egregious considering that the Paris depicted in the film is being ravaged by a plague of sorts that is similar to AIDS in that it is passed along by exposure to blood, through sex, or from sharing needles.

The only difference is that the afflicted begin to grow skin that could best be described as having marble-like qualities. It chips off in chunks and the infirm tend to cough up dust. As the disease takes over, they begin to look more and more like a statue.

Alpha has already seen the disease up close. Her protective nurse mother (Golshifteh Farahani) is caring for her drug-addicted brother, Amin (Tahar Ramin), who will become a mentor of sorts for Alpha, in their home. Amin is nonplussed about the disease and seemingly has a death wish. After a few mishaps in which Alpha draws blood - plus the letter "A" tattooed on her arm - her fellow students begin to believe that she is also infected and torment her as she awaits the results of a test from a hospital. She also sneaks around with a boy in her class who has a girlfriend.

The letter "A" tattooed on Alpha's arm carries the weight of several concepts - for starters, "A" is literally for Alpha, but it is also the letter with which "AIDS" begins. It's also clearly a reference to the letter "A" in Nathaniel Hawthorne's novel "The Scarlett Letter," which in that book stood for adultery, but here is intended for outcasts in general - and Alpha is certainly one.

While all of this interesting - and the film's visuals are compelling enough, though not on the level of "Titane" - none of these themes particularly go anywhere. They are given to us to ponder, but there is little development of these themes or concepts. Much of the film involves Alpha being harassed by other students, sneaking off to see the boy in her class, or spending time with her uncle, who takes her out to clubs and hotel rooms, where he shoots up.

Farahani is particularly good as the overprotective mother and Rahim is lively as Amin, but their characters are somewhat thinly drawn. The family's Berber origins make for some interesting moments, but they are merely used as color here - a dinner table scene for example. 

And while this material should be well utilized in the post COVID era, the film opts instead to be an AIDS metaphor, but for no particular reason. I'm not sure the film has much to say about that health crisis, other than to use some of its tenets to craft a Cronenbergian body horror drama.

Ducournau is a talented director, as evidenced by "Titane," a film that refused to be pinned down as one thing or another - at moments, it's a film about a female serial killer, then it's a father-daughter drama, and at other moments it veers into wildly surreal territory (a woman is impregnated by a car). It was a film that showed strong directorial command and was one of the most memorable films of the year it was released. 

"Alpha," by comparison, has elements that make it compelling in spurts, but it's a grim story with striking visuals that are in search of a more cohesive framework. I'm not sure what "Alpha" had to say about its subject matter - and I'm not sure the film knows either.

Review: A Magnificent Life

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It's been 15 years since animator and director Sylvain Chomet released a film, so "A Magnificent Life" is a cause for celebration. Chomet's debut, the acclaimed "The Triplets of Belleville," was an oddball surprise hit, though his follow up, "The Illusionist," although decent, was met with some controversy regarding representation - it was built around an unproduced Jacques Tati script and featured a Tati stand-in as its lead character.

Chomet's latest film is also centered around a French cinematic icon - Marcel Pagnol, a novelist and playwright who turned to film and ended up building his own French movie studio. Some reviews have noted the odd technique that "A Magnificent Life" utilizes by presenting Pagnol trying to write a memoir and being helped along the way by what could best be described as the ghost of his childhood self.

While responses to this conceit may vary, I found "A Magnificent Life" to still be a lovingly detailed and gentle portrayal of a French cinematic icon and an interesting glance at various points in his life. While I'm familiar with Pagnol's work and have seen some of his films - most notably, "The Baker's Wife" and "Merlusse" - I knew little about him otherwise, including that he was a prolific playwright and author for years before becoming involved in cinema.

The early years depict his fleeing Marseille, where he'd later return to build his studio, and his father, an academic, to move to Paris, where his work was performed on the stage to acclaim. The film also shows the dissolution of his first marriage and his friendship and collaborations with Raimu, the jowly, cigar-loving comedian who would star in some of Pagnol's greatest films (such as "The Baker's Wife" and "Fanny").

Considering I'm currently reading Daniel Kehlmann's "The Director," a novelized take on director G.W. Pabst's work while stuck in Nazi Germany, I found the sections in Chomet's picture particularly interesting as Pagnol attempts to ward off the Nazis who take over Marseilles during World War II and seemingly want to collaborate with him. It seems that Pagnol was more adept at navigating these waters than Pabst.

So, ultimately, "A Magnificent Life" might not be as unique or quirky as "The Triplets of Belleville" and I'm not sure it says anything too deep about art or Pagnol's body of work, but it's an engrossing and occasionally moving story about a life well lived.

Review: Project Hail Mary

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Chris Miller and Phil Lord's "Project Hail Mary" is an amiable space adventure that boasts a solid lead performance by Ryan Gosling, a few mesmerizing special effects, and a mostly compelling, albeit challenging to explain, story about the attempts to save the Earth and universe from a decaying agent.

Gosling plays Ryland Grace, a brilliant guy whose slightly out-there theories and difficulty working with others has made him an outcast in the scientific community. Instead of pursuing a career in the field, we find him in the film's beginning teaching middle school.

Grace is approached by a government type (Sandra Huller), who tells him that a theory of his has compelled her to add him to a team of world scientists who are trying to grapple with an infection that has damaged the sun and could cause it to die in a number of years.

As a result, Grace finds himself on a ship with two other dead crew mates, whose demises remain a mystery to him, floating toward a planet some 11 years away that might possibly hold the key to saving the solar system. Somewhere out there in space, his ship comes into contact with another ship that also holds only one passenger - an extraterrestrial that looks as if it's made of stone that Grace ends up calling Rocky who is also the only survivor on his spacecraft.

The two form a quirky duo with the same mission of finding the planet with the possibly cosmos-saving materials on its surface to save their own planets. Grace finds a way to communicate that allows Rocky to be translated into English, although his grasp of the language isn't always top notch - he says "fist my bump" for fist bump and ends every question by saying the word "question."

While this partnership provides a decent amount of laughs along the way, it ultimately finds its way to a surprisingly moving place. Although Huller and some other supporting characters pop up during flashback scenes, this is mostly a one-man show and Gosling gives a lively performance. 

"Project Hail Mary" doesn't break much ground as a space adventure saga, but then again not every film can be "2001: A Space Odyssey." It's an enjoyable, funny, and occasionally moving film about finding courage in oneself for the greater good and the surprises found in connecting with others. 

Review: Undertone

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Ian Tuason's "Undertone" is a film that I admired and found effective, even if it ultimately felt a little thin and didn't excite me like some of the best examples of the horror genre that we've seen recently - "Weapons," "Sinners," or "28 Years Later: The Bone Temple," for example. The picture makes great use of its single location, it has an unsettlingly effective sound design, and utilizes negative space - also, it's legitimately scary at moments.

The elements that hold "Undertone" back are its story and characterization. The film jumps right into the action as Evy (Nina Kiri), a young woman living at home with her bedridden and ailing mother, and her friend, Justin (Adam DiMarco), who is only heard and not seen, have wrapped up their latest podcast. Their subject matter revolves around supernatural occurrences - often captured on video or audio - that Evy wants to debunk, whereas Justin seems to be more of the true believer.

We only learn a little about Evy as the film moves forward. She seemingly once had a drinking problem, though not much is made of that, and she seems to blame herself for her mother's deteriorating condition, although little is made of that either. Her mother (Michelle Duquet) is positioned on a bed in an upstairs bedroom with her eyes closed and never says a word.

Justin forwards to Evy a group of 10 audio files that were mysteriously sent to him. They appear to be documents of a couple who underwent some sort of supernatural occurrence. The man recording the files claimed that his wife was talking in her sleep and, to prove it to her, began recording her. 

The recordings become increasingly bizarre and frightening as they include strange, unexplainable children's chants and other noises. Justin increasingly becomes convinced that it all has something to do with an ancient demon named Abyzou, who is often blamed for miscarriages and infant mortality. 

Much of the terror in the film has to do with its sound design. Most of the sound we hear comes through Evy's noise-cancelling headphones, but she and the audience increasingly begin to wonder whether the sounds she is hearing are coming from the headphones or her own house. The filmmakers also effectively place Evy on the far side of the frame during a number of shots, leaving the viewer to glance into the darkness on the other side and wonder whether we're actually seeing something or if it's our imagination.

So, while "Undertone" is effective in its sound design and visuals, it often feels undercooked in its storyline. Much like the "Paranormal Activity" films, from which this one seems to have taken some inspiration, it's all about the plot and the scares, rather than building a story. Although Kiri is good as the lead, her character is underwritten and her motivations aren't particularly clear. 

This is a film that is effective for those looking to be creeped out a little, but not so much for those who want something more - which, in this current age of high-quality horror movies, isn't a naive expectation. 

Review: Reminders Of Him

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Now that Nicholas Sparks adaptations have seemingly disappeared, author Colleen Hoover has become the new go-to for soapy melodramas that often feature tragedies and ill-fated romances. The adaptation of her "It Ends With Us" was a surprise hit - and so was all of the legal melodrama that followed - while her "Regretting You" was released last fall and an adaptation of "Verity" is heading to theaters later this year.

The latest in the Hoover book-to-movie pipeline is "Reminders of Him," a modestly engaging story about a woman with tragedy in her past who returns home to try to start over again. The woman's name is Kenna and she's portrayed by Maika Monroe, arguably the scream queen of the past decade whose work in "It Follows," "Watcher," and "Longlegs" was impressive. She does a solid job here, although her character's (well deserved) gloomy nature here isn't a far cry from the bleak horror material that she previously tackled.

Kenna is returning home after a seven-year prison stint and hopes to meet her daughter, Diem (Zoe), who is in the care of her grandparents (Lauren Graham and Bradley Whitford). That couple wants to keep the girl away from Kenna, whom they blame for the car crash that claimed the life of their son, Scotty (Rudy Pankow). Both Kenna and Scotty had been drinking at the time of the crash, but we later learn that the scenario wasn't as cut and dry as most people, other than Kenna, seem to think it is.

Kenna slinks back into town and manages to score a job at a grocery store, all the while living at a cheap motel. She happens to meet Ledger (Tyriq Withers), Scott's best friend who spends a lot of time with Diem and blames himself to an extent for not having been there for his friend. Ledger, who had been living in another city playing professional football before losing his career to an injury, is at first hostile to Kenna, although he warms to her and, as he learns more about the tragedy, begins to have feelings for her.

The trajectory of "Reminders of Him" is not likely to surprise you. It's pretty easy to see the plot developments from a mile away and it's filled with the type of behaviors and decisions that cause drama and only exist to further a film's melodramatic beats.

And yet, Monroe and Withers are convincing as the burgeoning couple that are faced with challenging odds - keeping their romance a secret, all the while trying to find a way for Kenna to convince her daughter's grandparents to let her into their lives. 

"Reminders of Him" is mostly an average film, but it's better than a lot of the Sparks adaptations that seemingly came out every other week some years ago. It's filled with gorgeous photography of the Wyoming locations in which it's set and it has two lead performances that are convincing. While I'm not sure that adds up to a recommendation on my part, there are numerous other films in this same sub-genre that are far less in quality. 

Review: The Bride!

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I’m always pleased to see directors take wild swings, some of which connect (Darren Aronofsky’s unfairly maligned and kind of brilliant “Mother!”) and some of which miss the mark (Richard Kelly’s “Southland Tales” and Emerald Fennell’s recent “Wuthering Heights” adaptation).

Sadly, Maggie Gyllenhaal’s outrageous and visually stylish “The Bride!” belongs to the latter camp. It’s a movie with almost nonstop energy, although it clearly doesn’t know how to channel that energy into something coherent or captivating.

The film often looks incredible and there references galore – “Bride of Frankenstein” obviously and “Bonnie & Clyde” but also, strangely, “Young Frankenstein” during a scene in which the filmmakers thought it would be a good idea to recreate the famous “Puttin’ on the Ritz” sequence from Mel Brooks’ picture.

One must throw all sense of logic out the door while watching “The Bride!,” which is set during the 1930s, but features modern music and a hodgepodge of other styles and language that are drawn from other eras.

At the film’s beginning, a young woman named Ida (Jessie Buckley) does some sort of work for a notorious gangster (Zlatko Buric) in Chicago. She gets a little rowdy at a club one night and two hoods (John Magaro and Matthew Maher) with whom she is sitting end up killing her. Somewhat unexplainably, the woman has been possessed by the spirit of Mary Shelley (also Buckley), who pops up in black and white to speak to her.

Shortly thereafter, Frankenstein’s monster, known as Frank (Christian Bale), shows up in Chicago at the home of a mad scientist (Annette Bening) saying that he’s lonely and needs a mate. She helps him dig up the body of Ida, whom he renames Penelope, and brings her back to life. In the process, she spits up some black goo, some of which stains part of her face.

The two instantly find themselves in trouble after attending a speakeasy type of club, where Penelope is harassed by two men, whom Frank ends up killing. The two go on the run, with the newspapers reporting about the search for the “monster killers” and two detectives (Peter Sarsgaard and Penelope Cruz) on their trail.

“The Bride!” wans to have its cake and eat it too. There’s a musical number, some grotesquely graphic violence, elements of gangster pictures, a bit of horror thrown in, a romance (sort of), and some nods to other genres (Jake Gyllenhaal pops up as an arrogant song and dance man with whose movies Frank is obsessed).

This is not a film without context or ideas. It is made clear that Penelope is a woman who, having been created at the request of a man, has a fate that is seemingly not hers to control, that is, until she decides to start doing things her way. At the same time, Frank is not overbearing and abusive toward women as nearly every other man in the film appears to be.

During the course of the picture, the bride decides she wants to have agency of her own as do the film’s other women – Bening’s scientist and, especially, Cruz’s detective who exists in a world in which she isn’t taken too seriously by her male coworkers. At times, this material is promising – at others, a little too on the nose, especially during a scene in which Buckley shouts “me too!” over and over.

However, the film is all over the map thematically and the film overall feels disjointed. The manner in which Buckley, who’s the frontrunner for best actress for her powerful turn in “Hamnet,” was seemingly directed is a bit mind-boggling. At times, she speaks as the voice of reason, while at others she goes off on strange tangents in weird voices - during one scene she shouts numerous words ending in “mate,” such as stalemate or checkmate, while in another she does an extended Marlene Dietrich impersonation. Bale, on the other hand, veers from calm and collected to melodramatic shouting.

I’ll give the filmmakers credit – this is a movie with almost nonstop energy and a fair amount of chutzpah. It’s a picture that takes risks. Unfortunately, in this case, it’s not one in which the risks pay off. It’s one that’s destined to be a curio, rather than a picture with the lasting power of the numerous movies to which it pays homage.

Review: Pillion

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"To thine own self be true," Shakespeare once wrote - and while this command seems simple enough, standing one's ground and admitting aloud what one's wants and needs are might feel like an almost insurmountable obstacle. This applies to Harry Lighton's very funny, often fascinating, well acted, and occasionally moving "Pillion."

The film's title refers to the seat for a passenger behind a motorcyclist, which is fitting enough considering that one of the characters in the film is a gay biker named Ray (Alexander Skarsgard) and the other is a shy young man named Colin (Harry Melling), who rides on the back of the bike behind the hulking man who becomes his lover as they ride to the latter's apartment time and again to spend the night.

The catch here is that the duo are in a dom-sub relationship. Interestingly, this is never spelled out or even discussed. Colin meets Ray at a bar where the former is taking part in an a cappella performance and is approached by the latter. They get together shortly thereafter while walking their dogs on Christmas Day, and Colin is expected to obey Ray's commands and perform oral sex on him in an alleyway.

When Colin is asked to spend the night, he is expected to cook dinner for Ray, serve him, and then sleep on the rug in front of his bed, while Ray sleeps in the bed alone. Colin is meant to be submissive to Ray's needs, and while the latter doesn't display cruelty toward the meek, younger man, he's brusque when the rules are questioned.

The scenario lends itself to a lot of humor, surprisingly, but the dom-sub relationship is not treated as the butt of a joke. One of the funnier scenes is when Colin's well-meaning and square - but honestly trying - parents (Douglas Hodge and Lesley Sharp) come outside to greet Ray on his motorcycle when he comes to pick Colin up as if they were going to prom. Even funnier is when Colin shouts out an awkward "thank you!" while leaving after having gone through an absurd ritual with Ray in which the two wrestle in butt-less outfits and Colin is humiliated.

But despite being a film with many laughs, "Pillion" takes seriously the theme that finding oneself and learning about one's needs requires experience - and that sometimes the relationships that give one the most aren't the ones that necessarily last. There's a scene late in the film in which Ray and Colin spend an abnormal day - at least, abnormal to their typical rituals - that is followed by a moment of genuine heartbreak and then a flash forward to a moment of self actualization.

Skarsgard gives an intentionally restrained performance as his character is inscrutable, but there's also warmth underneath his surface, especially during a scene in which he defends Colin's decisions during a dinner with Colin's family as well as during the aforementioned scene in which they spend a day away from their normal rituals.

Melling - whom most will remember as the armless and legless character from the Coen Brothers' "The Ballad of Buster Scruggs" - is great as Harry, a man who is not so much repressed as he is painfully shy and completely unaware of what he wants out of a relationship. The film is often seen through his expressive eyes, displaying his wonder as he takes part in activities that he most likely would never have experienced had he not met Ray. 

"Pillion" was widely praised at last year's Cannes Film Festival and is the type of film that will likely find a larger audience based on word of mouth. It's often funny, but also sharp in its of observations of how people come to realize who they are and what they want. In its final moments, the film is surprisingly moving. It's one of the year's most memorable films so far.