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  • The Glamorous History of The Pierre: Manhattan’s Iconic Hotel Turns 95

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    When The Pierre Hotel opened its doors in 1930, it instantly became a playground for Manhattan’s elite. Over the past 95 years, this iconic hotel has witnessed everything from the repeal of Prohibition to jewel heists and Hollywood scandals, all while maintaining its reputation as one of New York’s most glamorous destinations. From its $15 million debut to hosting Hollywood royalty and surviving the Great Depression, The Pierre has remained a beacon of glamour in the heart of New York City since 1930.

    A Complete History of The Pierre Hotel

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    The Early Days: A Playground for Manhattan’s Elite

    When The Pierre Hotel opened on October 1, 1930, casting its 714-room shadow over Central Park, it instantly became the playground for Manhattan’s elite. Merely four months later, E.B. White’s Ballad of the Hotel Pierre was published in the New Yorker, describing it as home to “The little band that nothing daunts/this year’s most popular debutantes.” This was true. Prospective debutantes had started booking the ballroom for their November entrances in June, months before the luxury hotel opened. 

    Gabrielle ‘Coco’ Chanel posing in her suite at The Pierre during her first visit to New York City, on March 10, 1931.
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    Within a year, the film and stage star Ina Claire was sinking into a club chair at the hotel as she discussed with journalists whether she would be divorcing John Gilbert. (She claimed she would not. She would.) In 1932, Coco Chanel called The Pierre home during her first visit to New York. And that same year, the famed “Tobacco King” Arthur Mower refused to leave his Pierre bed for his stepdaughter’s early morning wedding . 

    Little wonder no one wanted to leave. Every inch of the 41-story hotel offered an almost otherworldly spectacle. The 60-by-100-foot ballroom where those debutantes waltzed was paneled in mirrors flanked by rose marble columns imported from French quarries. The chandeliers above sparkled with traces of ruby crystals from the room that would become known for the “swankest presentation balls” given for the city’s “spoiled darlings.” Attendees might make their way to the Grill Room, which was decorated to resemble an “undersea garden.” Wall panels and ceiling murals replicated ocean foliage, and the carpet was woven with images of seashells and sea urchins. In the upstairs dining room, paneled in hand-carved French walnut, interspersed with gold brocade hangings, Auguste Escoffier, the father of French cooking, prepared the hotel’s first meal.

    Bettmann Archive Miss Elizabeth R. G. Duval, a prominent member of New York society, and Sidney Wood, a well-known tennis star, sit on the steps inside The Pierre in 1933.

    From Waiter to Hotelier: The Story of Charles Pierre

    But The Pierre didn’t begin in those gilded rooms. It began in a kitchen, with a Corsican waiter named Charles Pierre Casalasco, who learned the trade from his father. When Louis Sherry dined at the Savoy Hotel in London in 1903, the American restaurateur noted a young waiter watching him with eager attention. Casalasco was “awed by this former waiter who had become proprietor of a smart dining room in New York.” Sherry was so impressed with the waiter’s desire to learn more about the hospitality business that, when he returned to New York, he made Casalasco his assistant. There, the waiter quickly dropped his surname in favor of being known simply as Charles Pierre. At that time, it was almost a forgone conclusion that New York’s debutantes were introduced at Sherry’s ballroom. Charles Pierre, tasked with organizing these splendid events, became “the favorite of the younger set, married matrons and the dowagers.” 

    Smart set, Mrs. Robert Goddard and Mrs. Roland Hazzard, in front of The Pierre.
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    When Charles Pierre opened his own Park Avenue restaurant in 1920, his devoted group followed him. In 1930, their social set husbands, like Walter Chrysler, Edward Hutton, and C.K.G. Billings, helped finance his dream, The Pierre Hotel, which reputedly cost a staggering $15 million to build. In retrospect, too much may have been spent on those underwater-themed murals. By 1932, during the Great Depression, a petition of bankruptcy was filed—but Charles Pierre was kept on as managing director to run the hotel. 

    Disciplined and knowledgeable with a European flair, Charles Pierre ran the hotel with aplomb.

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    The Return of the ‘High-Class Hotel’

    When the repeal of Prohibition came in 1933, he rejoiced. No hotel man was more excited by the prospect of liquor coming back on the menu again. He declared that Prohibition had destroyed American appreciation for wine—and really any liquor that did not come from a bathtub. Now, a “new generation will have to learn all over again how to drink.” He intended to outfit The Pierre with a wonderful cellar to teach them. He planned gala celebrations. People could now gather for cocktails at his newly opened supper club, the Corinthian Room. He promised, “The next few years will see the rejuvenation of the high-class hotel.” 

    A young woman enjoys the luxuries of room service at The Pierre in 1943.
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    He was correct. But sadly, Charles Pierre would never see the heights to which his hotel would climb. He passed away in 1934 at the age of 55 from appendicitis. He was too weak from an abdominal infection to be saved by medicine flown in from Florida in what was described as a “13-hour airplane race against death.”  

    But his legacy lived on in The Pierre Hotel.

    Bettmann Archive Joan Crawford at The Pierre on January 22, 1959.

    Celebrities like Joan Crawford and Claudette Colbert would flock there, as well as younger disciples. By 1938, following her father’s death, the 13-year-old heiress Lucetta Cotton Thomas was spending $1,416 a month (approximately $32,000 today) to live at the hotel. Eloise at The Plaza had nothing on her. By that time, the hotel belonged to oilman John Paul Getty, who quipped that it was his “only above-ground asset.” 

    In 1944, the hotel—and the room prices—were the subject of scandal. It was found that munitions manufacturer Murray Garsson had housed and paid the hotel bills for key personnel in the army’s Chemical Warfare Service in what was known as “Operation Pierre.” In 1942, the decorator Samuel Marx had redone the hotel’s dining room in red, white and blue, and commissioned murals of early American life for the Grill Room, so it was certainly a patriotic wartime pick. However, officers knew that, when traveling to New York City, they had a $6 daily stipend. As even young Lucetta Cotton Thomas could have told them, rooms at the Pierre cost somewhat more. Garsson may have received $78 million in government contracts, but was imprisoned for bribery in 1949. Still, no one at the trials said that they did not like staying at The Pierre.   

    Bettmann Archive Ginger Rogers gets her Daiquiri-toned French lace dress fitted by its designer, Richard Meril, in preparation for the “Prestige Award from France” fashion show at The Pierre Pierre.

    1950s Glamour and The Birdcage Bar

    By the 1950s, the hotel had reached new heights of glamour. Chief among the novelties was The Birdcage, a plexiglass bar suspended above the rotunda. It was splashily advertised as “a rendezvous for cocktails.” Charles Pierre, who once prophesied that people would flock to his hotel for drinks, would have been pleased.  

    In the coming years, the hotel would not only be home to the city’s toniest citizens, but Hollywood royalty. Joan Blondell noted that, when her dog “gave birth to seven puppies, the manager of the Pierre hotel assisted the vet in delivery.” Audrey Hepburn stayed there throughout the filming of that quintessential New York movie, Breakfast at Tiffany’s. During those years, she was feted at the hotel with a gala hosted by Countess Alexandra Tolstoy. The meeting would inspire one of her future roles in War and Peace.  

    Audrey Hepburn, who won Hollywood’s Academy Award for her performance in the film “Roman Holiday,” is ecstatic after finally receiving her Oscar at a special ceremony in at The Pierre. Sharing her enthusiasm is fellow winner William Holden
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    The fact that in 1958 the hotel became a co-op, where guests could buy apartments, only added to its appeal. Especially as those apartment owners included Aristotle Onassis and Elizabeth Taylor, the thought of visiting New York from Middle America may have been exciting on its own. The thought of running into Elizabeth Taylor in the lobby of the hotel you were staying at was almost overwhelming.

    Penske Media via Getty Images Bill Buckley and Nan Kempner at an annual gala held at The Pierre.

    Jewel Heists and Fashion Royalty

    By 1967, the hotel underwent a transformation also fit for royalty. The new owner, Peter Dowling, commissioned Edward Melcarth to paint the rotunda’s iconic trompe l’oeil mural. Inspired by 17th-century palaces, Melcarth claimed that he wanted to “make people feel very special and important when they walk into this room. The figures are heroic in scale because I want to rehumanize man as an individual. We’re not digits on a computer card.” The people in the mural, accordingly, were not confined to the past. The painting features columns and Greek gods in recline, alongside “a hippie boy and mini-skirted girl” meant to depict a modern Adam and Eve. Rather to her surprise, Melcarth’s mural also boasted a depiction of former First Lady Jacqueline Kennedy Onassis. (Kennedy asked to be removed from the picture. Melcarth accommodated by partially disguising her, but a discerning visitor can still spot her image.)

    Pat Nixon leaving The Pierre to go shopping.
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    Visitors would get a less agreeable thrill when burglars broke into the hotel on January 2, 1972. On that day, four reportedly well-dressed gunmen pulled up to the hotel in a limousine. They handcuffed a variety of employees and guests. After, they proceeded to clean out 47 safe deposit boxes containing approximately $3 million in jewels, before departing, again, in a limousine. The men were arrested within a week, and the jewels recovered, though police recalled it as being one of “the biggest and slickest hotel robberies ever.”

    Penske Media via Getty Images Karl Lagerfeld at The Pierre in the 1970s.

    The flurry of reportage around the jewel theft only increased the hotel’s allure to the fashionable set. In 1970, the designer Karl Lagerfeld, a habitué of the hotel, would say, “I discovered New York from The Pierre . . . Distances in the city were measured only by how far they were from The Pierre.” He did not have to go far to see his friends. Givency, Yves Saint Laurent and Valentino were all regulars—Valentino even bought St. Laurent’s Pierre apartment in 2007. 

    Getty Images Andy Warhol outside of The Pierre in 1985.

    Pat Nixon, not to be outdone by Jackie, had designers bring their creations to her while staying in a suite at the hotel. In 1975, Betty Ford went to see the first Chanel Fashion show in the country, held, predictably, at the hotel Coco herself had loved. By 1976, Jackie Kennedy was on the premises once more, this time with Valentino for his show benefiting the Special Olympics. Television Dynasty star Joan Collins showcased her hats at the hotel in 1985, with Andy Warhol in attendance. The hats were lovely, but did prompt a reporter to wonder, “When, besides for lunch at the Pierre, would someone wear a large straw hat?” This seemed as much an inducement for many to lunch at The Pierre as it was for them to do away with hats.

    Getty Images Richard Nixon at The Pierre in January 1969.

    The Pierre on the Silver Screen

    By the 1990s, the hotel again found itself connected to Hollywood, although this time in front of the scenes. Al Pacino twirled in The Pierre ballroom for the famed tango scene in 1995’s Scent of a Woman. The penthouse served as the Anthony Hopkins character’s home in 1998’s Meet Joe Black. And, following the $100 million renovation The Pierre underwent in 2013, it was featured in the heist movie Ocean’s 8. Considering its legacy, there could certainly be no more fitting hotel for a film about a group of well-dressed female jewel thieves. 

    Jacqueline Kennedy with American diplomat/businessman Sol Linowitz outside of The Pierre.
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    Ron Galella Collection via Getty Dionne Warwick and Burt Bacharach at The Pierre.

    Today, the hotel is celebrating 95 years, an admirable accomplishment in a city where new establishments seem to pop up nightly. Perhaps part of its success has to do with the respect its owners have shown towards its storied legacy. Right now, the restaurant offers a tribute to Auguste Escoffier, and the mural, lovingly repainted in 2016, ensures that the rotunda is considered one of the most romantic rooms in New York. The details and owners may have changed, but The Pierre remains as glamorous and beloved as it was by those long-ago debutantes and Charles Pierre Casalasco himself. 

    Getty Images A view from Central Park of the Pierre (left) and Sherry Netherland hotels on Fifth Avenue, Manhattan, New York City. Both buildings were designed by Schultze and Weaver.

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  • Anthony Hopkins, Charlotte Rampling to Play Charles and Emma Darwin in ‘The Species’ From ‘The Other Boleyn Girl’ Director Justin Chadwick

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    Anthony Hopkins and Charlotte Rampling will play Charles and Emma Darwin in a new period drama from The Other Boleyn Girl director Justin Chadwick.

    Written by Jacob Killion and set against the backdrop of Victorian England, The Species will also star Tom Hollander as publisher Marshall Winwick, with Billy Howle portraying Charles and Emma’s son, George.

    The film is set to focus on Emma, surrounded by memories of visionary scientist and her late husband, Charles, at their estate Down House. “Whilst on a late life journey of self-discovery since recently being made a widow, she finds herself locked in a battle with her son George and pushy publisher Marshall Winwick over Charles’ autobiography,” a plot synopsis reads. “It presents a challenge to her faith: will the publication of her almost heretically atheist husband’s work jeopardise his safe passage to heaven and their chance to be reunited in the afterlife? Emma’s steely will and playful humour prove more than a match for Winwick, and by confronting her son she banishes old hurts and ultimately brings them closer together.”

    “Throughout it all she finds an unexpected ally in her husband’s spirit who appears to her in moments through the story, their laughter and lively debate affording an intimate window into a lasting and hopefully eternal marriage.”

    HanWay Films is launching international sales on The Species at AFM. The film is produced by Christian Taylor of Taylor Lane Productions, who originated and developed the project, along with Mary Aloe of Aloe Entertainment and Joshua Harris of Peachtree Media Group. UTA Independent Talent Group reps domestic sales.

    Production is scheduled to begin in June 2026 in Northern Ireland. Cinematography will be by Adolpho Veloso (Train Dreams). Eyde Belasco is casting.

    “I am excited to make a film with two truly brilliant actors that can catch the complex realities and themes that are in play in this piece,” said Chadwick, who also made Mandela: Long Walk To Freedom and the BBC’s Emmy-winning Bleak House. “Charlotte and Anthony are nuanced and skilled actors at the heart of a film that deals unflinchingly with love, grief and death and a deep relationship that transcends space and time.”

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  • Anthony Hopkins on the Classic Monster Performance That Inspired His Own Classic Monster Performance

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    In 1992, Francis Ford Coppola directed Bram Stoker’s Dracula, starring Gary Oldman as the alluring vampire and Anthony Hopkins as Van Helsing, his stake-toting nemesis. At the time, Hopkins was fresh off his Oscar-winning performance as another legendary monster: Dr. Hannibal Lecter in 1991’s The Silence of the Lambsbut he was a Dracula fan going back decades. In his new memoir, We Did OK, Kid, Hopkins looks back at his long career, including the role that would launch a thousand Halloween costumes and fava bean jokes.

    A book excerpt published by the British newspaper the Times takes on a period in Hopkins’ career that all horror fans are curious about: when he came aboard Jonathan Demme’s serial-killer thriller and crafted his indelible take on Lecter. He only read 15 pages of the script before deciding it was the best part he’d ever encountered and had to stop reading because he didn’t want to face the disappointment if he wasn’t cast.

    Hopkins was cast, of course, and in the excerpt he writes, “I instinctively sensed how to play Hannibal. I have the devil in me. We all have the devil in us. I know what scares people.”

    He recalls avoiding his co-star and fellow Oscar winner Jodie Foster during production—in service of the odd dynamic between their characters—though he writes that they’re great friends now. At the time, though, she was a bit afraid of him, he says.

    “On the day of the first table reading … I was as scary as I could be. You could have heard a pin drop in the room. A couple of seconds after I started to speak as Lecter, I saw Jodie grow tense,” he wrote.

    And here’s where Dracula came in: “I also called on my childhood impersonations of Bela Lugosi at boarding school. As a kid, I went to see him in Dracula. That had been one of the first big books I ever read. In the book, the protagonist Jonathan Harker nicks himself with a razor and senses Dracula’s rapt attention. The sound I imagined Dracula made in that moment, thirsting for Harker’s blood, was a very particular combination of hissing and slurping.”

    “That’s where I got the sound I made with my lips as Hannibal, the one that gets imitated so much.”

    The excerpt ends after he wins the Oscar for Best Actor, so we don’t get any insights into whether or not he gave Oldman any pointers on Bram Stoker’s Dracula. We Did OK, Kid is available now.

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  • Anthony Hopkins on the Moment He Quit Drinking: “I Could Have Killed Somebody”

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    This December Anthony Hopkins will celebrate 50 years of sobriety. He was 38 years old when he realized he “needed help” and contacted an Alcoholics Anonymous group. Since then he has not touched a drop of alcohol and has spoken publicly about his sobriety to help those struggling with the bottle. Now, in an interview with the New York Times podcast The Interview, the 87-year-old actor, whose memoir We Did OK, Kid: A Memoir is set to publish on November 4, revealed the exact moment he decided to stop drinking.

    It was December 29, 1975, and, as he recounted, “I was drunk and driving my car here in California in a blackout, no clue where I was going, when I realized that I could have killed somebody—or myself, which I didn’t care about—and I realized that I was an alcoholic.” The two-time Oscar winner woke up in a hotel room without even knowing how he got there. Not long after, at a party in Beverly Hills, he remembers telling one of his agents, “I need help.”

    Hopkins recalls that night in sharp detail: “It was 11 o’clock precisely—I looked at my watch—and this is the spooky part: Some deep powerful thought or voice spoke to me from inside and said: ‘It’s all over. Now you can start living. And it has all been for a purpose, so don’t forget one moment of it.’”

    Since then his life has changed dramatically. And for years now, every Dec. 29, he has celebrated on social media one more year of sobriety, encouraging those struggling with alcoholism to seek help: “Having fun is wonderful, having a drink is fine. But if you are having a problem with booze, get help,” he said, for example, in a 2024 social media video.

    A few years earlier, amidst the Covid-19 pandemic, he celebrated 45 years sober, posting a video message on X (formerly Twitter) urging people to be resilient. “It’s been a tough year, full of grief and sadness for many, many, many people,” he said then. “But 45 years ago today I had a wake-up call. I was heading for disaster. I was drinking myself to death. I got a message, a little thought, that said, ‘Do you want to live or die?’ I said I wanted to live. And suddenly the relief came and my life has been amazing.”

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  • 10 Freaky Horror Movies to Stream on Shudder

    10 Freaky Horror Movies to Stream on Shudder

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    At Midnight I’ll Take Your Soul | Trailer 1964 #movie

    In 1964, Brazilian director, co-writer, and star José Mojica Marins unleashed his singular creation—Coffin Joe—into the world of horror cinema. At Midnight I’ll Take Your Soul kicked off a film series built around the character, a murderous undertaker who’s the most monstrously awful guy you’ll ever meet, while also being someone you simply can’t take your eyes off whenever he’s onscreen. Stream on Shudder.

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  • ‘Rebel Moon Part One: A Child of Fire’ Review: Zack Snyder’s Wannabe ‘Star Wars’ Franchise Kickoff Is an Interplanetary Bore

    ‘Rebel Moon Part One: A Child of Fire’ Review: Zack Snyder’s Wannabe ‘Star Wars’ Franchise Kickoff Is an Interplanetary Bore

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    In 2021’s zombie heist thriller Army of the Dead, that sneaky Zack Snyder tricked us into believing he had rediscovered his sense of humor, a keen understanding of the fact that trashy fun and gory action mayhem need not be mutually exclusive. But just seconds into the leaden sci-fi saga Rebel Moon Part One: A Child of Fire, it’s clear the director is back to indulging his worst tendency for self-serious bombast. That opening features the sonorous voice of Anthony Hopkins droning away over a gloomy spacescape: “On the Motherworld, blah, blah, blah…” It’s a glop of garbled narrative foundation that makes the opening text crawl on the original Star Wars look like a haiku.

    The epochal George Lucas creation that spawned a billion Disney spinoffs appears to be very much on Snyder’s mind in this major undertaking for Netflix, with a reported budget for the two-parter of $165 million. The project has been kicking around in the director’s head for decades, which might explain how so much Star Wars mythology got tangled up in it, not to mention Dune, Avatar and even a dollop of Game of Thrones.

    Rebel Moon Part One: A Child of Fire

    The Bottom Line

    Not kidding, it’s just part one.

    Release date: Friday, Dec. 22
    Cast: Sofia Boutella, Djimon Hounsou, Ed Skrein, Michiel Huisman, Doona Bae, Ray Fisher, Charlie Hunnam, Anthony Hopkins, Staz Nair, Cleopatra Coleman
    Director: Zack Snyder
    Screenwriters: Zack Snyder, Kurt Johnstad, Shay Hatten

    Rated PG-13,
    2 hours 13 minutes

    This is a derivative crazy-quilt endeavor loaded with enough plot to plug up a black hole but only the most feebly drawn characters to do the work. Its theme of resistance against oppression is too basic to carry much weight.

    In case you forgot this is the guy who redefined gay soft-core porn with the big, dumb slab of Ancient Greek battle pulp, 300, almost everyone here has killer abs. One notable exception is the disgusting jowly blob who hits on Michiel Huisman’s hot farmer Gunnar in a spaceport dive bar full of mercenaries, thugs and freaks, which might invite charges of homophobia if anyone were silly enough to take Rebel Moon seriously.

    Then there’s the head-clobbering obviousness of a fascist militia enforcing the merciless rule of the Motherworld, controlled since the slaughter of the king by the power-hungry Regent Balisarius (Fra Fee). His emissary is the vicious — wait for it — Admiral Noble (Ed Skrein), a sinewy sadist sporting Bolshevik-style outerwear over Nazi-chic black and white, who favors bashing his victims’ skulls in with a staff made from the bone of some ancient creature.

    Snyder never met a superhero team roundup he didn’t love, and although he’s put aside capes and spandex for rugged galactic garb, the screenplay he co-wrote with Kurt Johnstad and Shay Hatten plays like the result of someone feeding Seven Samurai and Star Wars into AI scriptwriting software.

    The warrior in charge of recruiting insurgents to go up against Noble’s army is Kora (Sofia Boutella), a brooding stranger taken in by a peaceful farming community after crash-landing on the remote moon Veldt. Village chief Sindri (Corey Stoll in an unfortunate beaded beard) has barely finished urging everyone to honor the harvest gods with rabid lovemaking, or “thrusting of hips” as he lustily calls it, when Noble’s hulking warships appear in the sky.

    The Motherworld contingent descends to discuss the supply of grain for their underfed armies, their negotiations turning nasty as Noble horrifies the assembled farmers with an act of violence and clarifies his demands: “It’s simple. I want everything.”

    He leaves behind a goon squad to take charge of the crops, and while Kora is preparing to flee, she hears the screams of sweet young villager Sam (Charlotte Maggi) being manhandled. “I’ll turn her from a farm girl to a whore!” declares an especially skeevy brute. In one of the worst bits of rape dialogue in recent memory, the senior officer snatches Sam away from that a-hole underling, bellowing, “I’ll split this sapling myself, and then you can have her. Then you can all have her, mwahahahah!” It’s in moments like this that Snyder confuses menacing with gross.

    Luckily, Kora is handy enough with axe, guns, fists and feet to spare Sam, before convincing the farmers that they’re going to have to learn the art of war. She takes off with Gunnar, who has contacts in the resistance, looking to enlist skilled fighters to train the villagers. En route, she fills in the details of her past for him: “I’m only telling you this so you know who I am.” No, sorry, girl, you’re only telling him this because the audience requires that giant exposition dump to make sense of this nonsense.

    Their first connection is with shady pilot Han Solo, who agrees to transport them on the Millennium Falcon. Oops, sorry, I mean bounty hunter Kai (Charlie Hunnam), who whisks them off on his freighter. Hopping from one planetary outpost to another, Kora and Gunnar win over formidable warriors to help their cause. Among them is an ‘80s calendar model, or something, Tarak (Staz Nair); a lethal swordswoman with fire blades for arms, Nemesis (Doona Bae); a fallen general, Titus (Djimon Hounsou); and an insurgent leader, Darrian Bloodaxe (Ray Fisher), who heads a rebel army fighting the Motherworld with his sister Devra (Cleopatra Coleman).

    Along the way, Snyder weaves in plenty of outré sci-fi weirdness, which might seem original if you’re new to the genre. There’s a yucky talking bug right out of Naked Lunch; a spiderwoman (Jena Malone) who’s like a vengeful upgrade on Greek mythology’s Arachne, as seen in the ‘90s Hercules series; and a griffin-like winged beast called a Bennu, which creature whisperer Tarak gets to break in, recalling similar scenes with the Hippogriff in Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban or the leonopteryx in Avatar. Some jolts of creepiness seem to have been tossed in as random arcana without explanation, notably the leech-like tentacles Noble plugs into his torso for kicks at bath time.

    Will the fanboys go for all this elaborate world-building, inevitably leading to a deadly faceoff on the insurgents’ way home to Veldt? Hard to say. I for one won’t be sorry never to see poor old King Levitica again; he’s a peace-loving monkish ruler with flowing robes and a head like a frozen turkey raised too close to a nuclear reactor. Do aliens really have to look this stupid?

    Action scenes are serviceable enough but rarely exciting, pumped up with Snyder’s usual tool kit of speed-ramping and slo-mo. But there’s a grimy aesthetic to the movie that becomes ugly and tiresome (the director took on the DP role himself), and the episodic plotting seldom builds enough steam to stop you thinking about other things, like if there’s no reference to these characters ever having lived on Earth, why does Kai have a thick Irish brogue? And beyond global representation, what’s with the whole hodgepodge of accents anyway — British, Australian, South African, etc.?

    Boutella, who reportedly did the majority of her own stunts, acquits herself capably, acing the fight choreography and looking cool in a hooded cloak. Hunnam also gets to show some spark and Bae certainly looks commanding in her all-black kumdo suit. But there’s not much scope for the actors to do anything of interest beyond scowl, fight or look anxious.

    At least Hopkins got out of it with only voice duties as Jimmy, an android soldier whose fighting days ended with the death of the king. His once regal armor is reduced to a battered tin-can shell and his military programming has given way to contemplative human feelings. When young Sam recognizes the robot’s kindness early on and crowns him with flowers, it sparks Jimmy’s final rejection of Motherworld doctrine.

    The droid’s rogue appearance at the end of the film — having gone full animal-cult with a set of antlers, seriously — hints at a more active role in Part Two: The Scargiver, due in April. For anyone not already too scarred to check back in, that is.

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  • ‘Freud’s Last Session’ Review: Ace Turns by Anthony Hopkins and Matthew Goode Are Undercut by Subplot Overload

    ‘Freud’s Last Session’ Review: Ace Turns by Anthony Hopkins and Matthew Goode Are Undercut by Subplot Overload

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    Bigger and longer are not always better. Case in point: Freud’s Last Session, the lavish film based on a modest off-Broadway play that captivated theater audiences a decade ago. Playwright Mark St. Germain worked with director Matthew Brown (The Man Who Knew Infinity) to reshape his two-character drama about an imaginary conversation between Sigmund Freud and C.S. Lewis as they debate the existence of God. That provocative exchange is still in the movie, and it sometimes crackles, thanks to the performances of Matthew Goode as Lewis and, especially, Anthony Hopkins as Freud. But the heart of the story is constantly undermined by a surfeit of asides about Lewis’ experiences in the First World War, Freud’s highly charged relationship with his daughter Anna, and several other subplots.

    The main culprit here may be the current fashion for time-fractured, nonlinear narratives. It is rare these days to see a movie that unfolds in strict chronological order. Sometimes the nonlinear template can work effectively, as in Christopher Nolan’s scintillating Oppenheimer (though not in all of Nolan’s movies). But the vogue has definitely run wild and can weaken what might have been compelling stories if told in a more straightforward manner.

    Freud’s Last Session

    The Bottom Line

    The conversations scintillate, the flashbacks irritate.

    Venue: AFI Fest
    Cast: Anthony Hopkins, Matthew Goode, Liv Lisa Fries
    Director: Matthew Brown
    Screenwriters: Mark St. Germain, Matthew Brown

    2 hours 1 minute

    The main story takes place in September of 1939, just after Hitler has invaded Poland and set Europe at war. Freud arrived in London a year earlier, after the Nazis marched into Vienna. Lewis is an Oxford don who has not yet written his beloved Narnia books, but who has recently embraced Christianity after years as a nonbeliever. He admires Freud’s work and relishes the idea of engaging in a debate about religion with the brilliant psychoanalyst. Freud’s skepticism about religion has been well documented in writings like The Future of an Illusion, but Lewis, realizing that Freud is dying of cancer, suspects the doctor might be receptive to contemplating the idea of an afterlife.

    It is understandable that Brown wanted to move the action outside Freud’s study, and a scene in which an air raid drives Freud and Lewis, along with many other Londoners, to take refuge in a church (suitably ironic) is a valuable addition to the story. Less valuable are a rash of flashbacks. Some show Freud as a child with his weak-willed father. Many others show Lewis’ convoluted history, beginning with the death of his mother when he was a child, going on to his travails during World War I and a bizarre interlude involving his romance with the mother (Orla Brady) of a comrade who was killed in battle.

    There are also scenes portraying Lewis’ friendship with Lord of the Rings author J.R.R. Tolkien (Stephen Campbell Moore). A few of these sequences would perhaps be interesting in a biographical film about Lewis, but they seem rushed and perfunctory here and have very little bearing on the philosophical dialogue between Lewis and Freud that is the heart of the story.

    Some of the subplots involving Freud are more compelling, particularly when they touch on his relationship with his daughter Anna (vibrantly played by Liv Lisa Fries), who went on to become a renowned child analyst in the years after Freud’s death. But even here, the film includes a number of tantalizing tidbits without doing them full justice.

    At one point Freud tells Lewis that he psychoanalyzed Anna himself, something that would today be considered an outrageous breach of professional ethics. The issue is raised and then dropped. We also learn of Anna’s lesbian relationship with a fellow analyst, Dorothy Burlingham (Jodi Balfour), which her father has trouble accepting. In one scene Freud reveals surprising tolerance toward male homosexuality but expresses his disapproval of lesbianism. This probably reflects sexist prejudices rampant at the time, but the subject is left unresolved.

    All these asides detract from the intriguing battle of words between the intellectuals. But even acknowledging and regretting the conceptual misjudgments that mar the film, there are moments to enjoy. The conversations between the doctor and the don remain stimulating, and the two central performances add to the electricity.

    Goode has inhabited a range of roles in such films as Downton Abbey, The Imitation Game, Match Point and The Lookout (in which he made a scary villain). Here, he’s convincing as an intellectual who clearly admires Freud and sincerely wants to help him find consolation. Hopkins is superb. He chooses to play the part without an Austrian accent, but he perfectly captures the doctor’s mental vigor as well as his physical frailty. Hopkins has had a pretty amazing late-career resurgence, and this performance can be added to that list of achievements. It’s unfortunate that Brown keeps cutting away from the analyst to all those extraneous minor characters.

    Another plus is that this film is exceptionally well made. The cinematography by Ben Smithard (who photographed Hopkins’ recent movies with director Florian Zeller, The Father and The Son) and the production design by Luciana Arrighi (who worked on two earlier Hopkins movies, Howards End and The Remains of the Day) help to bring the past alive. Coby Brown’s score is subtle and haunting. And for those in search of an intriguing companion piece, check out Shadowlands (a superior movie) to see Hopkins as C.S. Lewis at another period in the famous author’s life.

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  • Why Anthony Hopkins’s Whole Career Led Him to ‘Freud’s Last Session’

    Why Anthony Hopkins’s Whole Career Led Him to ‘Freud’s Last Session’

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    Since turning 80 a little more than five years ago, Anthony Hopkins has gone on perhaps the most remarkable run of his remarkable career, from towering lead performances in The Two Popes and The Father to wrenching scene-stealers in Armageddon Time and The Son. Inevitably, these elder roles have provoked head-on confrontations with mortality, and Hopkins hasn’t shied away from the theme in his work. Yet none of those dramas can quite prepare viewers for what he brings to Freud’s Last Session, a film explicitly about preparing for the end of one’s life—and reflecting on all that came before it. Portraying the iconic psychoanalyst Sigmund Freud, Hopkins shines in another rich, witty, heartbreaking turn—one buoyed by a deep engagement with the material, bubbling to the surface.

    Director Matthew Brown spoke with Hopkins for almost a year before filming Freud’s Last Session, gearing up for the stimulating and challenging project. “Hopkins is looking back on things, and he was drawing from a lifetime of experience for this role,” Brown says in his first interview about the movie. “We went back and forth about his seeing this in more personal terms. It was more of a larger encompassing personal journey that was remarkable to watch.”

    If that sounds a bit like a therapy session, you’re on the right track. Adapted by Mark St. Germain from his 2009 play, Freud’s Last Session imagines the heavy day-long conversation that took place between Freud and author C.S. Lewis (Matthew Goode) in the former’s London home office, at the dawn of the Second World War. Freud calls in the devoutly religious thinker for reasons not immediately clear to either of them. But he is ill, sees the end approaching, and—as ever—finds himself asking big questions. What if there is an afterlife? What do we owe one another in our final days? For Freud, it proves best to bring in a man with a truly distinctive worldview to unpack such inquiries with as much rigor as possible.

    And rigor may be the most apt word to use when describing Freud’s Last Session. The film embraces the imagined hefty intellectual debates between the two historical giants. It dives headfirst into the tough emotional territory opened up by Freud’s persistent curiosity. And it relies on committed embodiments from two great actors to find its cinematic spark.

    Brown and I are speaking on a Wednesday. On Tuesday—that is, yesterday—he finished postproduction on Freud’s Last Session, which shot in the spring. On Friday—that is, two days from our interview—he’ll jet to the movie’s world premiere at the AFI Festival in Los Angeles. “It’s been a lot,” Brown says with a smile. The whirlwind week marks the climax of a fairly long development process for the director, who received the script seven years ago. He reluctantly signed on. For one thing, Last Session felt too similar to his previous feature, 2015’s The Man Who Knew Infinity—another exchange of ideas between two great actors, in its case Dev Patel and Jeremy Irons. For another, Brown grew up with a father who practiced as a psychiatrist. “I was like, I don’t want to touch this with a 10-foot pole,” Brown says. “But there was something about it—probably Freudian—that I couldn’t let go.”

    His main challenge was to find the big-screen scope for a stage-originated story. “It was about trying to lean into the subconscious of these characters, and visually try to find a way to not only break the confines of the office—where most of the conversation takes place—but to understand where they’re both coming from,” Brown says. And so the two-hander between Lewis and Freud is interspersed with flashbacks to pivotal moments in their lives, surreal sequences intended to capture their deeper selves, and glimpses of the budding war happening just outside the home’s walls. Says Brown, “Hopkins and I talked a lot about that during the development period—leaning into the dream aspects of it.”

    Accordingly, given the limited budget, Brown used his time wisely, essentially fitting two mini-movies into the schedule. The flashbacks and exteriors—which also include scenes focused on Freud’s equally brilliant daughter, Anna (Liv Lisa Fries)—were set aside until after weeks of intensive filming inside Freud’s office. All involved arrived fully prepared. Brown went to Freud’s home in Vienna as well as the museum in London; Hopkins spent a great deal of time on voicework, to capture the man’s accent as accurately as possible. Goode came in with what Brown cites as “an astounding ability to listen,” telling Lewis’s story through a quiet, almost seismic absorption of everything Freud presents before him.

    The crux of the discussion, indeed, is Freud’s contemplation of mortality. “He’s looking at his life, and he’s gasping those last breaths—but Freud was intellectually curious, always second-guessing, always questioning his own theories,” Brown says. “I think if he was alive today, he would just pick up where he left off and say, ‘All those ideas were wrong that I came up with, and now I’m onto new ideas.’ He comes into this being open to whatever Lewis presents.” This doesn’t necessarily make for neat agreement, and it’s in that enduring, almost painful tension that Freud’s Last Session finds its dramatic power. Lewis’s faith pushes up against Freud’s logic; crumbling romantic and familial relationships go under the microscope. “You have the arc of the intellectual ideas, but then you also have the arc of the human emotional ideas,” Brown says. “Both characters wind up in their own therapy sessions, and by the end, they’re both having to confront their own demons.”

    The film also resonates amid multiple, escalating international real-world conflicts—an “inflection point,” as Brown puts it, that resembles the one depicted in Last Session’s 1939. “The war is omnipresent in that we feel the urgency of what’s happening and that somehow that, in all these ideas, this discussion between the two of them could be what actually saves us—yet at the same time, we know it’s not going to save us,” he says. “But you hope that it could. You hope that meaningful dialogue could.”

    While capturing those long, complex dialogue scenes between Hopkins and Goode, Brown tried to keep the set feeling spontaneous and comfortable. “This wasn’t method acting,” the director says with a laugh. “They were able to really turn it off and be who they are, then come right back in and focus. But we were so in it.” The close dynamic between the trio offered a level of collaboration far beyond what Brown had anticipated. This went especially for Hopkins’s immersion into the project, from the way he brought out Freud’s droll humor to the philosophical questions he’d ask Brown all through production.

    “We were doing six, seven pages a day, and that’s a lot for any actor—I don’t know how he was able to do it,” Brown says. “I don’t know what other director’s experiences are like with Hopkins, but this was substantive.” Together, they settled on a story of what Brown calls “human frailty,” a portrait of a man bringing to bear “the gamut of everything you’re going through when you’re about to leave this world.”

    Freud’s Last Session filmed partly at Ardmore Studios in Ireland—the same place where Hopkins shot his very first movie, The Lion in Winter, in 1968. “We were on the exact same stage that he shot that on, 50 years later,” Brown reveals. Understandably, some reflection came with that full-circle experience, according to Brown. In the five decades between his first and most recent films, Hopkins has won two Oscars, two Emmys, and four BAFTAs. He’s established himself as one of the finest screen actors of any generation. To see him grapple with that legacy throughout Freud’s Last Session is moving, tender—and fittingly, psychologically spellbinding.


    Freud’s Last Session premieres Friday at the AFI Festival in Los Angeles, before hitting theaters on December 22 via Sony Pictures Classics. This feature is part of Awards Insider’s exclusive fall-festival coverage, featuring first looks and in-depth interviews with some of this coming season’s biggest contenders.


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  • Trump Shows Love To ‘Hannibal Lecter’ In Killer Blunder At Iowa Rally

    Trump Shows Love To ‘Hannibal Lecter’ In Killer Blunder At Iowa Rally

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    The former president criticized open border policies on Saturday and claimed people were coming to America from “insane asylums” before bringing up “The Silence of the Lambs.”

    “Hannibal Lecter, how great an actor was he?” said Trump in a mix-up between the fictional character’s name and Anthony Hopkins, the actor who played the cannibal in the 1991 film.

    “You know why I like him? Because he said on television on one of the – ‘I love Donald Trump.’ So I love him. I love him. I love him. He said that a long time ago and once he said that, he was in my camp, I was in his camp. I don’t care if he was the worst actor, I’d say he was great to me.”

    Hopkins, who was born in Wales and later became a naturalized U.S. citizen in 2000, told The Guardian that he doesn’t care for Trump and explained that he doesn’t vote because he doesn’t “trust anyone.”

    “We’ve never got it right, human beings. We are all a mess, and we’re very early in our evolution,” the actor said in 2018.

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  • Review: Wrenching and riveting, ‘The Son’ leaves you shaken

    Review: Wrenching and riveting, ‘The Son’ leaves you shaken

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    If you don’t have children, you will likely walk out of “The Son” shaken and deeply moved. If you do have kids, you may have to be eventually pulled to your feet after collapsing into a fetal ball for several hours.

    Writer-director Florian Zeller’s second installment in his trilogy examining mental health is an emotional wrecking ball almost exquisite in its destructive power. If his previous film, “The Father,” needed a trigger warning about dementia, “The Son” needs one for depression and suicide.

    Despite the title, “The Son” is really about the father in this story, Peter, a successful workaholic Manhattan lawyer on his second wife and second child, a newborn. Past and present collide when Nicholas, the 17-year-old son from his first marriage, reaches a crescendo of mental anguish.

    “It’s life. It’s weighing me down. I want something to change, but I don’t know what,” he cries. “I feel like my head’s exploding.”

    But neither dad — Hugh Jackman, in easily his finest work onscreen — nor mom, Laura Dern in another heart-led performance, can seem to help. Zen McGrath plays the son with stunning agony, his hooded eyes flickering as if he’s being hunted.

    Zeller, adapting his play for the screen together again with translator and co-screenwriter Christopher Hampton, grounds everything in an unblinking realism, letting the words carry and avoiding any visual tricks, except for a shaky camera when it focuses on Nicholas.

    One quiet symbol that recurs is of Peter shown often at an elevator bank, his vertical world going up and down. But at his home, the filmmakers show a constant churning washing machine — lines versus circles.

    None of the parents in this high-class world — including stepmom Beth played by Vanessa Kirby — seem to know how to help this young man stuck in a domestic no man’s land or even how to speak to him.

    Jackman’s Peter addresses his son as if he were in a sales meeting (“Soon everything will go back to normal”) and even offers him a fist-bump. He and his mom have a chopped shorthand, with fractured dialogue. (“Call me,” “Don’t…” and “Don’t cry, my little sunbeam.”)

    Restless and in mental pain, the son goes from one parent’s home to another, skipping school and just wandering the city. “What’s going to become of you?” his dad demands, confusing the byproduct for the root issue.

    In one heartbreaking scene, dad, stepmom and son dance in their living room to Tom Jones’ “It’s Not Unusual” and the camera soon closes in on the adults blissfully smiling as they let loose, unaware that the son long ago dropped out.

    The son’s anger at his father for leaving his mother buries the film in guilt that eats away at the dad, who starts to drift off in meetings. He then has a wonderfully tense visit with his own father (Anthony Hopkins, though not playing his same role in “The Father.”) Peter tells him he may turn down a job to care for his son, which his father sees as a dig at his own absentee parenting. “What do you want, applause?” sneers the father. “Get over it.”

    All the while, Nicholas is calling out for help. “I’m not well, mom,” “I’m not made like other people” and “I don’t think I’m ever going to measure up.” He’s cutting himself and has no friends. Viewers will be unable to shake a rising sense of dread, that the son needs something that his parents cannot give him. That love is not enough, as a psychiatrist says.

    The film’s only flashbacks are of a sunny vacation in Corsica back when the first marriage was strong and Nicholas was 6 and first learning to swim. It was dad who encouraged him to make his first tentative strokes alone. Knowing the waves of grief yet to come almost physically hurts.

    “The Son,” a Sony Pictures Classics release opens in New York and Los Angeles on Nov. 25 and will expand to theaters nationwide on Jan. 20, is rated PG-13 for mature thematic content, suicide and strong language. Running time: 124 minutes. Three and a half stars out of four.

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    MPAA Definition of PG-13: Parents strongly cautioned. Some material may be inappropriate for children under 13.

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  • It’s The End of the World As We Know It, And White Liberals Feel Like Shit: Armageddon Time

    It’s The End of the World As We Know It, And White Liberals Feel Like Shit: Armageddon Time

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    When one is a child, the world is seen at its clearest—its most straightforward. Because of their innocence and a lack of understanding the “need” to cater to artifice, it is the child who, so often, sees things as they are and for what they are. Paul Graff (Banks Repeta), the sixth-grader at the center of James Gray’s autobiographical coming-of-age story, Armageddon Time, is just such a kid. And what he sees all around him at his Queens public school in 1980 is discrimination. Specifically against a Black classmate he befriends named Johnny Davis (Jaylin Webb). Because Johnny’s already been held back a year, their teacher, Mr. Turkeltaub (Andrew Polk)—a last name that gets plenty of comedic mileage—is even more blatantly prone to not caring about his academic growth. Plus, he’s Black, so what does his education really matter, right? Paul himself is Jewish, susceptible to racial discrimination in his own right (cough, cough—Ye), but still somewhat relishes the perk of having white skin.

    This is why, when Paul draws a picture of Turkeltaub’s face atop a turkey’s body and is forced to confess to it, he doesn’t really get in all that much trouble. Yet when Johnny is forced to join in the same punishment of wiping the blackboard in front of the class while Turkeltaub continues to teach, he’s the one automatically blamed for making the other students laugh behind Turkeltaub’s back when it is, in fact, Paul who does a whimsical, mocking dance to make them do so. It is subtle “nuances” like these (what are known as “microaggressions” in the present), building up slowly and cringingly, that all add up to one big racist shitshow throughout the film (and, of course, in life).

    In the backdrop of it all, the presidential election is imminent, with Ronald Reagan campaigning openly as an “evangelical Christian”—at least, per the interview he gives to Jim Bakker, one that Gray opts to include at a moment when Paul’s family is watching TV. During it, Reagan ominously warns of how ceding leadership in the 80s to Democrats a.k.a. “non-Christians” will result in all hell breaking loose. Thus, his wielding of a favorite keyword when he tells Bakker, “If we let this be another Sodom and Gomorrah… we might be the generation that sees Armageddon.” Bakker couldn’t be more in agreement when he adds, “This is the most important election ever to face the United States.”

    And, at that time, it was. For it would change the entire trajectory of American values for good. Where there might have been a chance to decelerate the coveting of all things material, the unabashed worship of capitalism. As Jimmy Carter tried to do in his famed “Crisis of Confidence” speech in July of 1979. Months before what he said was apparently too much for White America to hear when it opted to shift toward the other side of the political spectrum entirely.

    All because Carter “dared” to say, “It’s clear that the true problems of our nation are much deeper, deeper, than gasoline lines or energy shortages. Deeper even than inflation or recession… Some people have wasted energy, but others haven’t had anything to waste.” This referring to the phenomenon so overtly presented in Armageddon Time—that those without privileges to begin with never notice much difference when it all goes to shit for “the elite” (which, obviously, it never really can—what’s losing a few hundred thousand to a millionaire, or a couple million to a billionaire?). Carter went on to gently chastise the nation for what it was solidifying into as he favored the “no candy for you” approach to speech-giving by declaring, “Too many of us now tend to worship self-indulgence and consumption. But we’ve discovered that owning things and consuming things does not satisfy our longing for meaning.”

    Evidently, though, owning and consuming things was satisfactory enough for Reagan supporters who then vindictively took America into what would become known as the Decade of Excess. At least for white yuppies. For average Americans, most especially the Black population, the system patently working against them would only worsen. Yet simultaneously be all the more accepted, especially by people like Paul’s family, who condemn it amid finding their own ways to profit from it.

    As Carter concluded the speech that would be too much for Americans who loved sugar-coating, it was plain to see that, like the Republicans and the evangelists they courted in the 1980 election, Carter believed, “We are at a turning point in our history.” An “Armageddon time,” if you will. Unlike the conservatives, however, Carter believed it was because “the path it leads to [is] fragmentation and self-interest. Down that road lies a mistaken idea of freedom. It is a certain route to failure.” And here America is some forty-three years later fulfilling Carter’s all too real prophecy. One that Gray himself is highly aware of, and is certain to make his viewers comprehend that part of why the nation is where it’s at today is because of the past. Appropriately, Paul’s beloved grandfather, Aaron (Anthony Hopkins), is the one to remind him that you should never forget your past, because it always ends up haunting you in the present. Which is precisely what has happened to the United States politically. Paying for the sins of the Reagan Era as it continues to embrace them. Including the election of Donald Trump in 2016.

    On that note, while the Trump family is not as central to the story as certain reviews might lead one to believe, Fred Trump’s (John Diehl) peripheral presence at the private school where Paul ends up is a key aspect to absorbing the hypocrisy of an institution that calls its attendees future “leaders” because of all the “hard work” they’re doing and the ambition they have. Ambition that wouldn’t mean anything without the very privilege of their backgrounds. And clearly, Fred’s looming presence over the school had a pronounced effect on Gray, who incorporates a scene of Paul’s first day of school being vaguely tainted by Fred homing in on him in the hallway. As Gray recalled, “Fred was on the board of trustees of the school, and he would sort of stand in the halls, his arms folded. I walked in with my attaché case and he saw me as weird immediately. He had prospective parents to show the school to, and here was the little Jew with the suitcase.”

    The private school in Armageddon Time is called Forest Manor, while the real-life one is Kew-Forest School. Where, needless to say, Donald Trump was also an attendee (until his father put him in a military academy at thirteen after he threw a desk in the middle of Jackie Robinson Parkway, called Interboro Parkway when Donald decided to tamper with it). So was his older sister, Maryanne Trump (portrayed briefly but effectively by Jessica Chastain). The alumna who shows up to give a speech about success to the current students, an event that Gray can confirm actually transpired while he was attending the school (basing Chastain’s monologue off of memory). And while Gray might not have fully grasped what was happening around him as a child, he did confirm, “I’ll tell you what was obvious to me at the time. When Maryanne Trump came to give a speech at school, I remember very clearly being like, ‘What the fuck? What is she talking about?’ Because I was like, ‘You’re really rich, lady. What’s the problem?’ I remember thinking that. The [old] joke, ‘born on third base and thinks he hit a triple.’”

    Paul’s reluctance to attend the same private school as his brother, Ted (Ryan Sell), is, in large part, because of how much he values his friendship with Johnny. Yet, at the same time, he doesn’t value it enough to stick up for Johnny when he’s flagrantly treated “lesser than.” Even by people of his own race. An instance that occurs when Paul and Johnny are on the subway together and the latter talks of going to Florida to become an astronaut as he looks at the space-oriented collectibles he received from his stepbrother who lives there. Overhearing the conversation, a Black passenger leaving the train feels the need to inform Johnny of his NASA ambitions, “The won’t even your Black ass in through the back door.” But maybe he was only trying to spare Johnny the later pain of indulging in a dream. Dreams that only white kids get to have. This extending to Paul’s desire to become an artist.

    Although “discouraged” by his parents, Esther (Anne Hathaway) and Irving (Jeremy Strong), Paul’s grandfather urges him to follow through with that dream, even buying him a professional paint set. By the same token, the burden of knowing that Paul’s still just another “Jew boy,” likely to be excluded once a certain “quota” is met, prompts Aaron to contradictorily advocate for Paul’s enrollment at Forest Manor. Especially after being caught smoking weed in the bathroom with Johnny, of whom Esther regards with ostensibly racist sentiments. Something Paul calls her out for. She, in turn, incites Irving to beat the shit out of him as punishment for his illegal activity.

    At the core of the “unpleasantness” of it all is the fact that white liberals are as guilty as any conservative for allowing systemic racism to thrive. Benefitting from the “getting ahead” advantages of that system themselves. As Gray puts it, “…you can be both the oppressor and oppressed at the same time.” Paul becomes more than just “faintly” cognizant of that when he’s put in a position that finds him facing the ultimate moral dilemma by the end of the movie. And maybe, in his mind, he wouldn’t have been faced with that dilemma if he had evaded the clutches of Forest Manor. The first day he’s made to attend, he seethes to his father, “You just want me to be like you.” Irving responds, “No, I don’t want you to be like me. I want you to be so much better.” This is the very type of parental thinking that only perpetuates the system’s flourishment. For every generation of white liberals ends up succumbing to its seduction. The promise of, “Your kids can have what you never did. But you have to play the game.” And now, so do their children—permitting the cycle to persist.

    Somewhere between The Squid and the Whale and Triangle of Sadness, Armageddon Time is in the middle of the Venn diagram. With the former still being among the greatest New York-based coming-of-age films and the latter being a scathing diatribe on privilege. With Armageddon Time’s integration of race and the varying strata of whiteness that allows for “success,” it can readily be classified as a unique and vital addition to the coming-of-age canon.

    Moreover, it isn’t just Paul that comes of age (via a jaded comprehension of “how the world works”) by the end of the movie, but so does the America we know today. The one where “racism doesn’t exist” and “everyone is equal,” but the masses are tacitly attuned to the reality that it’s still a matter of working a broken and, yes, highly inequitable system if one wants to get that coveted “leg up.”

    Encapsulating the commingling of Paul’s coming of age with that of neoliberal capitalism’s in 1980s America, Gray noted, “You can’t monetize integrity, and it’s become a catastrophe, because you find that someone like Donald Trump is completely transactional, right? ‘What can you do for me? If you do this for me, I’ll do it for you.’ Everything’s about the brutality of the exchange of goods and services. At some point, life is more than that. And I saw this story as being representative of something bigger.” That it is, dear viewer, that it is.

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  • ‘Black Adam’ takes top spot at box office again

    ‘Black Adam’ takes top spot at box office again

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    “ Black Adam,” the Dwayne Johnson-fronted DC superhero film, kept its hold on the No. 1 spot at the North American box office in its second weekend in theaters. Down 59% from its launch, and facing little new competition, “Black Adam” added $27.7 million in ticket sales, bringing its domestic total to $111.1 million, according to studio estimates Sunday.

    Johnson spent a decade trying to bring the character to the big screen and has visions for follow-ups involving Superman. But the future of “Black Adam” is not written quite yet, though it’s earned $250 million worldwide. The Warner Bros. film carried a hefty price tag of $200 million, not including marketing and promotion costs, and a sequel has not been officially greenlit.

    But big changes are afoot at DC—the studio just announced a new leadership team of Peter Safran and James Gunn, whose love for propping up little-known comic book characters is well-documented. And on Sunday, Johnson posted a note to his 344 million Instagram followers about the end of the world press tour, thanking those who worked behind the scenes to launch “our NEW DC FRANCHISE known as BLACK ADAM.”

    Bucking recent romantic comedy trends, moviegoers remained curious about “Ticket to Paradise,” Universal’s Julia Roberts and George Clooney destination romp, which fell only 37% in weekend two to claim second place. The genre has not been the most reliable bet at the box office lately, with films like “Bros” stumbling in theaters, but the star power of Roberts and Clooney is proving hard to resist. “Ticket to Paradise” added $10 million from 3,692 North American theaters, bringing its domestic total to $33.7 million. Globally, it’s grossed $119.4 million to date.

    Horror movies, meanwhile, claimed spots three through five on the weekend before Halloween on Monday. Lionsgate’s “Prey for the Devil” opened in third place with $7 million from 2,980 theaters. Notably, it is the only of the three horror films that carried a PG-13 rating. The others were R-rated.

    Paramount’s “Smile” took fourth place in its fifth weekend with another $5.1 million, bringing its domestic total to $92.4 million (on a $17 million budget), while “Halloween Ends” landed in fifth place in its third weekend with $3.8 million. “Ends,” which has grossed $60.3 million in North America, was released simultaneously on NBC Universal’s streaming service Peacock.

    “This is just another mandate in favor of horror,” said Paul Dergarabedian, Comscore’s senior media analyst. “It’s not just about being in October, horror movies have played well throughout the pandemic. It’s a genre that continues to kill it at the box office time and again.”

    Chinonye Chukwu’s Mamie Till-Mobley film “Till” went wide this weekend, adding $2.8 million from 2,058 locations to take seventh place. Boasting a 98% on Rotten Tomatoes, the United Artists Releasing film has gotten good word of mouth with much of it centered on Danielle Deadwyler’s performance.

    This weekend also saw the expansion of several notable films, like Todd Field’s “ Tár,” which expanded to 1,087 theaters nationwide where it grossed $1 million and landed in 10th place. Cate Blanchett’s performance as a renowned composer and conductor won her a top acting prize from the Venice Film Festival last month.

    Another Venice-winner, “The Banshees of Inisherin” widened to 58 theaters and 12 new markets over the weekend. The Martin McDonagh film starring Colin Farrell and Brendan Gleeson earned $540,000. The Searchlight Pictures release will expand to around 800 locations next weekend.

    Charlotte Wells’ “Aftersun” expanded to 17 locations where it earned $75,242, bringing its cumulative grosses to $166,030. The A24-released father-daughter film starring Paul Mescal and Frankie Corio will continue to expand throughout awards season.

    James Gray’s “Armageddon Time” opened in six theaters in New York and Los Angeles, to $72,000. Gray mined his own childhood to tell the story about an 11-year-old in Queens in the fall of 1980. The film, which premiered at Cannes earlier this year, stars Banks Repeta, Anne Hathaway, Jeremy Strong and Anthony Hopkins.

    But as far as blockbusters are concerned, things will be somewhat slow-going until “Black Panther: Wakanda Forever” arrives on Nov. 11.

    “That’ll get the box office going again in a way that feels more like summer,” Dergarabedian said.

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    Estimated ticket sales for Friday through Sunday at U.S. and Canadian theaters, according to Comscore. Final domestic figures will be released Monday.

    1. “Black Adam,” $27.7 million.

    2. “Ticket to Paradise,” $10 million.

    3. “Prey for the Devil,” $7 million.

    4. “Smile,” $5.1 million.

    5. “Halloween Ends,” $3.8 million.

    6. “Lyle, Lyle, Crocodile,” $2.8 million.

    7. “Till,” $2.8 million.

    8. “Terrifier 2,” $1.8 million.

    9. “The Woman King,” $1.1 million.

    10. “Tár,” $1 million.

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