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  • Colin Farrell Bets It All in Conclave Director & Netflix’s Ballad of a Small Player Trailer

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    The first full-length trailer for Ballad of a Small Player has been released.

    Ballad of a Small Player is a forthcoming Netflix movie that is directed by Edward Berger. Starring Colin Farrell and Tilda Swinton, the film will be available to watch on the streaming platform later this month.

    Check out the Ballad of a Small Player trailer below (watch more trailers and clips):

    What happens in the Ballad of a Small Player trailer?

    The Ballad of a Small Player trailer sees Farrell playing a character named Lord Doyle, a man who is hiding out in Macau while “spending his days and nights on the casino floors, drinking heavily, and gambling what little money he has left.”

    The synopsis continues, “Struggling to keep up with his fast-rising debts, he is offered a lifeline by the mysterious Dao Ming (Fala Chen), a casino employee with secrets of her own. However, in hot pursuit is Cynthia Blithe (Tilda Swinton) – a private investigator ready to confront Doyle with what he is running from. As Doyle tries to climb to salvation, the confines of reality start to close in.”

    Based on the 2014 novel by Lawrence Osborne, the cast of Ballad of a Small Player also includes Deanie Ip and Alex Jennings. In addition to helming 2024’s Conclave, Berger is known for directing 2022’s All Quiet on the Western Front. 

    Farrell said of his character in Ballad of a Small Player, via Netflix Tudum, “Lord Doyle is somebody who’s trying to escape his past. I don’t think he has any idea, really, how much his past is carried in every cell of his being. He is, like most addicts, somewhat narcissistic, and can only see the world through the lens of his own needs and his own desires.” 

    Ballad of a Small Player will be available to watch on Netflix on October 29, 2025.

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  • U.K. Producer Mike Goodridge: “It’s a Blessing and a Curse We Share the Same Language as the U.S.”

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    British producer Mike Goodridge spoke to the advantages of going global on Tuesday at a San Sebastian Film Festival event.

    The Good Chaos founder appeared during a fireside event for the fest’s Creative Investors’ Conference, now in its second year, where across a two-day event, a myriad of the world’s top producers come to talk funding, failures and fears as execs try to keep up with a rapidly-changing industry.

    The ex-Protagonist CEO, the focus of a recent The Hollywood Reporter profile ahead of Venice, has had a wild festival run this summer with Laszlo Nemes’ historical drama Orphan, Imran Perretta’s coming-of-age debut Ish, and Helen Walsh’s erotic sophomore feature On the Sea. He comes to the fest on Spain’s northern coast to talk business, but another of his heavyweights is set to screen: Edward Berger’s Ballad of a Small Player with Colin Farrell.

    Speaking with Wendy Mitchell, San Sebastian’s U.K. and Nordic delegate and Investor’s Conference organizer, Goodridge took attendees through his hotly anticipated projects, including Finnish action thriller Sisu: Road to Revenge, and pondered over the support for the British film industry.

    “I think it’s a blessing and a curse we share the same language as the U.S.,” he said about balancing Britain’s undeniable talent and IP with Hollywood money, adding: “Most of the film technicians in the U.K. are employed by American companies. Harry Potter is a British thing, but it’s not, it’s American. Same with James Bond. So our independent films have to advocate this path through the clutter of Americanism.”

    “The U.K. has a great cinema legacy,” he continued. “It’s a great cinema country. And every year, there are some fantastic new films. I’d love to make some great, big British films. I’m planning to,” he said, adding that there is “good support” for indie films from the likes of the British Film Institute (BFI) and BBC Film.

    When pressed to answer whether he agrees that the U.K. is not “traditionally a great co-producer” and that Goodridge is one of two or three producers in Britain working globally, he responded: “That’s my case really, is to look internationally. It’s almost been my interest to look at the world and the new voices and styles — of Hollywood, too, but I don’t think I would make films in the U.S. particularly well… I much prefer exploring the world, and I’m very comfortable doing that, and I plug in the U.K. financing whenever I can.”

    Though the travel brings perks, the exec also admitted to facing an enormous amount of difficulty while trying to make Ballad in Macau, China, where the film is set. “Shanghai Surprise (1986), remember that? With Madonna. Indiana Jones: The Temple of Doom (1984), Now You See Me 2 (2016),” Goodridge listed as films that have all been shot in Macau. “[But] it was one of the most challenging things I ever had to do, get that film made.”

    He said: “It’s a very small city. It’s a city state, really. It’s a population of 600,000, so it’s very hard to kind of build up an indigenous industry. You go through Hong Kong, which is often not the easiest, because they don’t know much about Macau either… Edward would point at a piece of land that he wanted to shoot on, we couldn’t find out who owned the land. Nobody in government, nobody knew. [Laughs.] So we couldn’t get permission to shoot that.” Ballad is backdropped by the city’s infamous casinos, which also proved tasking. “Shooting the casinos was incredibly challenging,” Goodridge said, “because at any moment you’re shooting, there’s a loss of revenue to them.”

    Goodridge went into more detail across the session about working with Sean Baker and why attracting a good cast will always start with the film’s director. He touched on his extensive ambitions to get into television producing and teased a little about an upcoming rom-com he’s working on called Paris-Hollywood, adapted from the novel by French film critic Cécile Mury. Paris-based Haut et Court and Good Chaos, two of the founding members of the Fremantle-backed indie production collective The Creatives, secured the film rights to Mury’s work in February.

    The San Sebastian International Film Festival 2025 runs Sept. 19-27.

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  • Telluride Awards Analysis: ‘Hamnet,’ ‘Sentimental Value’ Join ‘Sinners’ Atop List of Oscar Frontrunners

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    The 52nd Telluride Film Festival is now in the books. Margot Robbie, Ryan Coogler, Oprah Winfrey, David Oyelowo, Rian Johnson, Janet Yang, Kathy Kennedy and Frank Marshall were among those who came just to watch movies. Screenings were introduced with a group meditation (Chloé Zhao), a song (Jesse Plemons) and a wave (man of few words Bruce Springsteen). Adam Sandler and Emma Stone posed for photos in the streets with ecstatic local schoolkids. And the Oscar race came into clearer focus.

    Below, you can read my biggest awards-related takeaways from the fest.

    Four high-profile films that already have U.S. distribution had their world premieres in Telluride: Ballad of a Small Player (Netflix), Bugonia (Focus), Hamnet (Focus) and Springsteen: Deliver Me from Nowhere (20th Century). How did they go over?

    Focus has plenty of cause for celebration, as both Bugonia and Hamnet played like gangbusters and look almost certain to land Oscar noms for best picture and plenty else.

    Zhao’s Hamnet, an adaptation of Maggie O’Farrell’s best-selling 2020 novel of the same name, which centers on the Shakespeare family and its tragic loss that allegedly inspired the play Hamlet, garnered rave reviews (it’s at 100 percent on Rotten Tomatoes and 95 percent on Metacritic), including particularly strong notices for leading lady Jessie Buckley, who plays William’s wife Agnes. Some are already proclaiming it to be the best picture Oscar frontrunner. I certainly think it will be a big factor in the season. I would just caution that numerous Academy members quietly expressed to me their feeling that the film has tonal issues — some called it “trauma porn” — and that it has been so hyped by critics that other Academy members will inevitably feel disappointed when they catch up with it. We’ll see.

    As for Bugonia, which reunites filmmaker Yorgos Lanthimos and actress/producer Stone in a dark comedy about people who “do their own research,” reactions have been nearly as enthusiastic. It played, for me, like a high-end Black Mirror episode — I mean that as a major compliment — and it also has been likened to a prior off-the-wall Lanthimos/Stone collab, Poor Things. Like that 2023 film, it could land multiple acting noms (Stone and Plemons are great), if less recognition for below-the-line work.

    Scott Cooper’s Springsteen, meanwhile, is not what a lot of people expected it to be — a jukebox musical in the vein of Bohemian Rhapsody, Rocketman or Elvis — but rather an examination of the causes and effects of a deep depression that engulfed The Boss (The Bear’s Jeremy Allen White) in the early 1980s and resulted in his iconoclastic 1982 album Nebraska. It remains to be seen if/how that will impact the film’s box office appeal, but reviews have been solid, and White and Jeremy Strong, who plays Springsteen’s manager, stand a real shot at lead and supporting actor Oscar noms, respectively.

    Then there’s Edward Berger’s Ballad of a Small Player, which comes a year after Conclave and three years after All Quiet on the Western Front, Berger films that were of a large scale and about matters of social import (and landed a bunch of Oscar noms, including best picture). Ballad is neither of those things — it’s about a gambling addict in present-day Macao who grows increasingly desperate as his luck runs out — and the no-holds-barred performance of its lead actor, Colin Farrell, is its best bet for a nom.

    Of films that came directly from world premiering in Venice to make their North American debut in the Rockies, did anything pop?

    Yes, La Grazia (Mubi) and Jay Kelly (Netflix). And it was striking to me how differently people reacted to those two films in Telluride versus in Venice.

    Ironically, La Grazia, the Italian film that opened both fests, was far better received in America. The seventh collab between filmmaker Paolo Sorrentino and actor Toni Servillo, it centers on an Italian president during the last six months of his term. (Maybe Americans were just happy to be reminded that dignified leaders still exist?) I suspect that Italy will eventually submit it for the best international feature Oscar, as it previously did two other Sorrentino films, 2013’s The Great Beauty (which won) and 2022’s The Hand of God, and also that Servillo could make a run at a long-overdue first Oscar nom.

    A similar thing happened with Noah Baumbach’s Jay Kelly, a film about a movie star (George Clooney) who experiences an existential crisis that forces him and his “team” to question their life choices. It was written off on the Lido, but rebounded in a major way — along with its Rotten Tomatoes score — in Telluride, where Baumbach was fêted with a career tribute, Billy Crudup’s big scene received mid-movie applause at each screening, Adam Sandler cemented his status as a frontrunner for the best supporting actor Oscar, and Clooney, who was absent due to illness, was talked up by his collaborators. I think the film is tailor-made for the Academy.

    The reverse sort of happened with Oscar winner Guillermo del Toro’s Frankenstein, which played through the roof in Venice — it got a 14-minute standing ovation — and then came to Telluride as a surprise late-night screening, and engendered a more muted response. It’s certainly well made, with a knockout score by the great Alexandre Desplat that the Academy’s music branch will surely nominate. But, even given how much people love del Toro, I think that the film’s bloated story and runtime (two-and-a-half hours, versus 70 minutes for the 1931 original) will make it hard for it to crack the top Oscar categories.

    What about films from earlier fests, including Sundance, Berlin and Cannes?

    In Telluride, as far as I could discern, only one film accumulated as many hardcore fans as Hamnet, and that was the Norwegian dramedy Sentimental Value (Neon), which reunites Oscar nominee The Worst Person in the World’s filmmaker Joachim Trier and actress Renate Reinsve, and which won Cannes’ Grand Prix (second-place award). Festival attendees ate it up, to the extent that I think it deserves to be grouped with Coogler’s Sinners (Warner Bros.) and Hamnet in the top tier of best picture contenders.

    Like Jay Kelly, Sentimental Value is about a filmmaker who neglected his family in order to focus on his career — a character played by the veteran Swedish thespian Stellan Skarsgård, who will probably duke it out with Sandler for the best supporting actor Oscar. Unlike Jay Kelly, Sentimental Value also devotes a significant amount of attention to the filmmaker’s children, played by Reinsve (who I see as neck and neck with Buckley for best actress at the moment) and Inga Ibsdotter Lilleaas. Elle Fanning also stars.

    Neon also had two other films — both political thrillers — that were celebrated at Cannes and then proved popular in Telluride, as well.

    Iranian dissident Jafar Panahi’s It Was Just an Accident, which underscores how the brutality of Iran’s current regime haunts the republic’s citizens, won Cannes’ Palme d’Or over Sentimental Value, and was widely admired here as well. (Panahi, visiting the U.S. for the first time in nearly 20 years, enlisted the audience at one screening to join him in recording a video singing “Happy Birthday” to his script consultant, Mehdi Mahmoudian, who is currently incarcerated in Iran, as Panahi himself was until recently.) Obviously, Iran will not submit It Was Just an Accident for the best international feature Oscar, but France, from which the film drew much of its financing, might. More on that in a moment.

    People also couldn’t stop raving about Wagner Moura, the Brazilian best known for TV’s Narcos, who was awarded Cannes’ best actor prize for his tour-de-force turn in Kleber Mendonça Filho’s The Secret Agent. Moura should not be underestimated in the best actor Oscar race, and Brazil, which won best international feature last year with I’m Still Here, might well make another run for it with this smart and funny epic.

    The film that is probably an even bet with It Was Just an Accident to be the French entry is Nouvelle Vague (Netflix), Richard Linklater’s black-and-white homage to the French New Wave. Cineastes loved it in Cannes — I was shocked that it wasn’t awarded a single prize there — and again in Telluride, ahead of which I discussed it with Linklater.

    Other titles that came to Telluride and held their own, even if they didn’t set the world on fire, were, via Cannes, The History of Sound (A24), The Mastermind (Mubi), A Private Life (Sony Classics), Pillion (A24) and Urchin (1-2 Special); via Berlin, Blue Moon (Sony Classics); and via Sundance, If I Had Legs I’d Kick You (A24).

    What about the sales titles?

    THR exclusively broke the news of the two deals that have come out of the fest thus far: Netflix bought Oscar nominee Joshua Seftel’s All the Empty Rooms, a powerful doc short about an effort to memorialize children killed in school shootings; and Amazon/MGM nabbed Oscar winner Morgan Neville’s energizing doc feature about Paul McCartney’s post-Beatles life, Man on the Run.

    Of the films that are still on the table, I’ve heard a lot of enthusiasm for Tuner, the narrative directorial debut of Navalny Oscar winner Daniel Roher, which stars Leo Woodall and Dustin Hoffman; one Academy member even likened it to Whiplash. Hamlet, Aneil Karia‘s reimagining of the Shakespeare play in present-day London, is all about Riz Ahmed’s compelling performance as the title character, and will probably find a buyer. And Philippa Lowthorpe’s H Is for Hawk features a committed turn by the great Claire Foy as a falconer, but is way too long at 130 minutes; I suspect that any potential partner will insist on tightening it up.

    Among the distributorless documentaries that played at the fest, the most talked about was surely Ivy Meeropol’s Ask E. Jean, a portrait of the former advice columnist E. Jean Carroll, who accused President Donald Trump of sexual assault and twice won legal judgments against him — but is any potential distributor willing to risk the wrath of Trump? I hope and suspect so.

    Mark Obenhaus and Citizenfour Oscar winner Laura PoitrasCover-Up profiles another muckraker, Seymour Hersh, and won a lot of admirers both in Venice, where it debuted, and in Telluride. I heard a lot of chatter about The White Helmets Oscar winner Orlando von Einsiedel’s tearjerker The Cycle of Love. And if the turnout of doc branch Academy members at screenings of Robb MossThe Bend in the River is any indication, it, too, will soon find a home.

    The bottom line

    Much of the awards-industrial complex, including yours truly, has just returned home from Telluride, and is laying low today and tomorrow before decamping to Canada for the 50th Toronto International Film Festival on Thursday. There, many titles that played in Telluride will resurface. A few that debuted in Venice but then skipped Telluride will have their North American premieres, including The Smashing Machine (A24) and The Testament of Ann Lee (still seeking U.S. distribution). And most excitingly, the Canadians will host the world premieres of a bunch of potential awards contenders, including Rental Family (Searchlight), The Lost Bus (Apple), Hedda (Amazon/MGM), Wake Up Dead Man: A Knives Out Mystery (Netflix), Roofman (Paramount) and Christy (still seeking U.S. distribution).

    There are 194 days, or six months and 13 days, between now and the 98th Academy Awards on Sunday, March 15, 2026. A lot can still happen. Stay tuned.

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  • ‘Ballad of a Small Player’ Review: A Fully Committed Colin Farrell Bets the House in a Too-Flashy Portrait of Addiction

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    When does a gambling habit become a gambling problem? Is it when you’re down to your last wadded-up banknote, which you keep stuffed in your sock till all else has been spent? Or maybe it’s that extreme moment you’re forced to fake your own death, just to throw off your creditors. Surely things have gotten out of hand when the British government sends a private detective (who looks an awful lot like Tilda Swinton) all the way to Macau to collect the fortune you swindled from an unsuspecting old lady to subsidize your addiction.

    In “Ballad of a Small Player,” Colin Farrell is a reckless high-roller, all flop sweat and false bravado, who’s taken up residence in a decadent Chinese casino hotel. He has three days to settle his HK$145,000 hotel bill, or else they turn him over the authorities. (For now, they won’t send another bottle of bubbly to his suite or let him use the house limo service.) Gambling is all about stakes, and these don’t seem quite high enough — at least, not until a body goes hurtling past the window of the dining room where he’s eating, and then we realize what rock bottom looks like: a corpse crumpled on top of a car in the parking lot below, having hurtled itself off the roof only moments before.

    Edward Berger’s polar-opposite follow-up to last year’s “Conclave” is also the polar opposite of movies that it would seem to resemble: films like “Leaving Las Vegas,” “Under the Volcano” and “Uncut Gems,” where desperate men (always men) burn the fuse right down to the quick. Farrell’s character calls himself Lord Freddy Doyle, though in fact, he’s little more than a fraud, spending other people’s money in pursuit of whatever thrill winning gives. But it’s not winning this man wants. It’s easy come, easy go where money’s concerned. Doyle is motivated by the fear of complete financial ruin and whatever consequences that might bring.

    The locals call guys like this gwai lo, or ghosts, which doesn’t feel quite right for Doyle, who’s anything but invisible, striding through town in his bespoke burgundy suit, neatly tied ascot and bright yellow gloves. This conspicuous foreigner looks like a cross between Quentin Crisp and a 1970s Harlem pimp. He doesn’t exactly blend in — although, to be fair, it takes a lot to compete with the garish neon casinos that rise up about him like the debauched skyline of Rouge City in Spielberg’s “A.I. Artificial Intelligence.”

    “Lord” Doyle is what we might call a cad. He believes that a man can reinvent himself in Macau, but his past keeps catching up with him. That’s what the private detective with the cheap shoes and designer spectacles, who calls herself Betty, but is really named Cynthia Blithe (that would be Swinton), serves to remind. She’s there to collect something like a million pounds, which Doyle owes her client. He has practically none to his name, but if she’ll just spot him 500 quid, he can turn it into enough to square his debts (well, some of them, at least).

    “How ’bout dinner and a dance?” he says. “We can come to some kind of arrangement.” Blithe obliges, and sure enough, like some kind of magician, Doyle starts winning. But he’s still a long way from a million, and Blithe (who doesn’t look like any detective we’ve seen before) gives him 24 hours. For a so-called small player like this, deadlines don’t mean much. Everything’s negotiable. And so the movie becomes increasingly tiresome, watching Farrell oscillate from low to high, as DP James Friend shoves his high-def camera right up in his pores, or else shoots the actor from halfway across town, so he’s nothing but a tiny speck in a world of excess.

    Adapted from the book by Lawrence Osborne, “Ballad of a Small Player” should feel like a film noir (Doyle could be lifted from one of Graham Greene’s novels), but Berger takes it in the other direction. Visually, it’s a stunning, vibrant film, as detailed and decadent as Paolo Sorrentino’s “The Great Beauty,” with the colors narrowed to a Wong Kar Wai palette. Hong Kong is just a stone’s throw away, after all, though Doyle is persona non grata there. He’s run out of options, having exhausted his credit at even the Rainbow Casino, where a filthy-mouthed grandma (Deanie Ip) wipes him clean at baccarat.

    Enter what the movie’s loose equivalent of a femme fatale, Fala Chen (Dao Ming), who lends money to losers at exorbitant rates, but sees something in Doyle that, frankly, the rest of us don’t. The two spend a night together by the shore, and Doyle awakens with numbers penned on his palm: a test of character that raises his already bombastic redemption/self-immolation several notches higher. It’s hard to follow how much of what’s happening from here on is real, as Berger never really established how gravity works in this world.

    We watch Doyle win his way back on top, but the roller coaster has gone off the rails by this point. One minute, he’s having a heart attack, the next he’s shoveling fistfuls of lobster into his face. It’s no fault of Farrell’s. The actor is fully committed to this anxious caricature of a man who doesn’t know when to call it quits, but Doyle’s psychology is all over the map. Compared to great portraits of people dominated by their gambling compulsion — “Bay of Angels,” “Bob le Flambeur,” “Mississippi Grind,” “The Cooler” — “Ballad of a Small Player” looks great, but lacks the fundamental human insight to make it a winner.

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