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After the Hunt movie review | Guadagnino’s #MeToo drama is an unrelenting mess – HeadStuff

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After the Hunt movie review | Guadagnino’s #MeToo drama is an unrelenting mess – HeadStuff

Luca Guadagnino’s After the Hunt is the latest entry in a bizarre string of thought pieces, (see Apple TV’s The Morning Show), which appear to aim to explore the hypocrisy of cancel culture, pushing back against “#MeToo” and “woke” by asking one central question – “yeah but, did he really do it?”

At least, that’s what I think it was. Amidst the wooden dialogue, overblown runtime, senseless subplots and infuriating pretence of the thing, it was quite difficult to decipher a) what this film wanted to say, and b) whether it wanted to say anything at all.

The premise is admittedly strong, as is the cast. The central roles are occupied by Julia Roberts and Ayo Edebiri, with Andrew Garfield and Michael Stuhlbarg supporting. Roberts plays Alma Imhoff, a well-regarded Yale University philosophy professor and bastion of feminism, who is on track to secure tenure alongside her sleazebag stroke colleague stroke potential lover Hank, portrayed by Garfield. Edebiri plays Trumpian nightmare Maggie – a rich, ambitious black student whose mediocrity is mitigated by her too-close-for-comfort relationship with Roberts’ Alma. Stuhlbarg, on the other hand, is an infuriating sideshow as Roberts’ husband Frederik, whose over the top affection for his uninterested wife is a constant source of cringe, serving no purpose to the plot whatsoever. Following a boozy intellectual circle jerk, or “party,” at Frederik and Alma’s home, Maggie is walked back to her student apartment by aforementioned lothario Hank. She later appears on Alma’s doorstep, accusing Hank of ambiguous sexual misconduct – forcing Alma into a choice between her professional integrity and her relationship with Garfield, all grease-ball haircut and button-down Ralph Lauren shirts.

What unfolds could have been fascinating. The elements could have lent themselves to an intriguing exposition of class, the murky waters of academia, or the limits to which we are willing to go to do what is right. Quite obviously, there could also have been a discussion of what accusing somebody of sexual assault means, particularly somebody in power. There could have been an allusion to Edebiri’s bravery, a conversation about exploitation, or a reminder of how commonplace all of this really is. Unfortunately, there was absolutely none of that.

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Instead, what is serves up is a self-flagellating mess. From a directorial standpoint, all we get are non-sensical close ups of character’s hands, and an imposing soundtrack which *ticks* persistently, presumably in order to create tension, despite the scenes unfolding being about as tense as an episode of Peppa Pig. The script is also unapologetically woeful. Presumably in an attempt to elevate the intellectualism of the exercise, scenes of Garfield, Roberts et al discussing philosophical concepts and writers are ceaselessly pigeonholed. These moments feel like hours. They are nonsensical, tedious, and do nothing other than relay to the viewer that the writers watched a Youtube video about Immanuel Kant the night previous. The dialogue throughout the film is suitably crass and uninventive, with the particular highlight in this regard undoubtedly belonging to a moment whereby, when confronted by Edebiri’s non-binary lover, Roberts’ Alma proudly states “They – go away.”

At its core, in a manner that seems to mirror Garfield’s Hank’s attempts to button his shirt, After the Hunt has absolutely no idea what it is trying to do. Any effort made to place Edebiri at the centre of the story is sidelined by a senseless side plot involving Alma’s unexplained health issues or her husband hanging bras in a bathroom. Any attempt to discuss the folly of student activism or the privilege of “today’s generation” is foiled by petulance from the forces behind the film, usually in the guise of intentionally misgendering non-binary characters or terming their college essays mediocre. Any attempt to say anything, literally anything at all, is drowned out by the aforementioned infuriating soundtrack or a repeated cut scene to Alma’s husband kissing her forehead while she is in bed. The entire thing is infuriatingly opaque, choppy, and as a result, unrelentingly disappointing.

I say disappointing not only because of the obvious quality of the cast or usual standards of the director, but because of what this After the Hunt represents. Throughout, the entire thing felt like an attempt to shine a light on the stupidity of the youth, the folly of the left and the ridiculous nature of cancel culture. Is such a discussion really necessary? Would it have killed the film to at any stage come out and say, yes, rape is bad? Is there any merit at all to villainising student protestors in a climate where they are expelled for speaking out about violence in Palestine, or threats to minorities? Surely the answer is no. Further, The whole vibe of the film was that it seemed to think its ideas were original. In reality, nobody contests that college students are privileged, nobody contests that students are idealistic, and nobody contests that the new generation fails to fetishise pain in the ways that the older one did. Does that mean it’s valid to make those points in a film that’s ostensibly about a college lecturer raping a student? Again, surely the answer is no.

The classlessness of this entire affair is summated by Guadagnino’s choice to pay homage to Woody Allen, a man accused of molesting his adopted daughter, in the film’s opening credits. There, Guadagnino borrows Allen’s font and lists the film’s actors in alphabetical order in Allen’s characteristic style. Taken at its very best, this is a satirical move which is not very funny. Taken at its worst, it is tipping the cap to somebody who is accused of molesting his own daughter in a film which is again, on its face about rape.

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One joke that does land, however, is that a film critiquing the pretence of youth runs for nearly two and a half hours – and centers on a Yale philosophy professor, of all people, as its wronged man. Maybe it is for the best that this couldn’t say what it wanted to – what it did manage to splutter out was not all that interesting.

After the Hunt is in cinemas from Oct 17

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‘Project Hail Mary’ Review: Ryan Gosling and a Rock Make Sci-Fi Magic

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‘Project Hail Mary’ Review: Ryan Gosling and a Rock Make Sci-Fi Magic

In contrast to other sci-fi heroes, like Interstellar’s Cooper, who ventures into the unknown for the sake of humanity and discovery, knowing the sacrifice of giving up his family, Grace is externally a cynical coward. With no family to call his own, you’d think he’d have the will to go into space for the sake of the planet’s future. Nope, he’s got no courage because the man is a cowardly dog. However, Goddard’s script feels strikingly reflective of our moment. Grace has the tools to make a difference; the Earth flashbacks center on him working towards a solution to the antimatter issue, replete with occasionally confusing but never alienating dialogue. He initially lacks the conviction, embodying a cynicism and hopelessness that many people fall into today. 

The film threads this idea effectively through flashbacks that reveal his reluctance, giving the story a tragic undercurrent. Yet, it also makes his relationship with Rocky, the first living thing he truly learns to care for, ever more beautiful. 

When paired with Rocky, Gosling enters the rare “puppet scene partner” hall of fame alongside Michael Caine in The Muppet Christmas Carol, never letting the fact that he’s acting opposite a puppet disrupt the sincerity of his performance. His commitment to building a gradual, affectionate friendship with this animatronic creation feels completely natural, and the chemistry translates beautifully on screen. It stands as one of the stronger performances of his career.

Project Hail Mary is overly long, and while it can be deeply affecting, the film leans on a few emotional fake-outs that become repetitive in the latter half. By the third time it deploys the same sentimental beat, the effect begins to feel cloying, slightly dulling the powerful emotions it built earlier. The constant intercutting between past and present can also feel thematically uneven at times, occasionally undercutting the narrative momentum. At 2 hours and 36 minutes, the film feels like it’s stretching itself to meet a blockbuster runtime when a tighter cut might have served better.

FINAL STATEMENT

Project Hail Mary is a meticulously crafted, hopeful, and dazzling space epic that proves the most moving friendship in film this year might just be between Ryan Gosling and a rock.

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Dan Webster reviews “WTO/99”

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DAN WEBSTER:

It may now seem like ancient history, especially to younger listeners, but it was only 26 years ago when the streets of Seattle were filled with protesters, police and—ultimately—scenes of what ended up looking like pure chaos.

It is those scenes—put together to form a portrait of what would become known as the “Battle of Seattle” —that documentary filmmaker Ian Bell captures in his powerful documentary feature WTO/99.

We’ve seen any number of documentaries over the decades that report on every kind of social and cultural event from rock concerts to war. And the majority of them follow a typical format: archival footage blended with interviews, both with participants and with experts who provide an informational, often intellectual, perspective.

WTO/99 is something different. Like The Perfect Neighbor, a 2026 Oscar-nominated documentary feature, Bell’s film consists of what could be called found footage. What he has done is amass a series of news reports and personal video recordings into an hour-and-42-minute collection of individual scenes, mostly focused on a several-block area of downtown Seattle.

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That is where a meeting of the WTO, the World Trade Organization, was set to be held between Nov. 30 and Dec. 3, 1999. Delegates from around the world planned to negotiate trade agreements (what else?) at the Washington State Convention and Trade Center.

Months before the meeting, however, a loose coalition of groups—including NGOs, labor unions, student organizations and various others—began their own series of meetings. Their objective was to form ways to protest not just the WTO but, to some of them, the whole idea of a world order they saw as a threat to the economic independence of individual countries.

Bell’s film doesn’t provide much context for all this. What we mostly see are individuals arguing their points of view as they prepare to stop the delegates from even entering the convention center. Meanwhile, Seattle authorities such as then-Mayor Paul Schell and then-Police Chief Norm Stamper—with brief appearances by Gov. Gary Locke and King County Executive Ron Sims—discuss counter measures, with Schell eventually imposing a curfew.

That decision comes, though, after what Bell’s film shows is a peaceful protest evolving into a street fight between people parading and chanting, others chained together and splinter groups intent on smashing the storefronts of businesses owned by what they see as corporate criminals. One intense scene involves a young woman begging those breaking windows to stop and asking them why they’re resorting to violence. In response a lone voice yells their reasoning: “Self-defense.”

Even more intense, though, are the actions of the Seattle police. We see officers using pepper spray, tear gas, flash grenades and other “non-lethal” means such as firing rubber pellets into the crowd. In one scene, a uniformed guy—not identified as a police officer but definitely part of the security crowd, which included National Guardsmen—is shown kicking a guy in the crotch.

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The media, too, can’t avoid criticism. Though we see broadcast reporters trying to capture what was happening—with some affected like everybody else by the tear gas that filled the streets like a winter fog—the reports they air seem sketchy, as if they’re doctors trying to diagnose a serious illness by focusing on individual cells. And the images they capture tend to highlight the violence over the well-meaning actions of the vast majority of protesters.

Reactions to what Bell has put on the screen are bound to vary, based on each viewer’s personal politics. Bell revels his own stance by choosing selectively from among thousands of hours of video coverage to form the narrative he feels best captures what happened those two decades-and-change ago.

If nothing else, WTO/99 does reveal a more comprehensive picture of what happened than we got at the time. And, too, it should prepare us for the future. The way this country is going, we’re bound to see a lot more of the same.

Call it the “Battle for America.”

For Spokane Public Radio, I’m Dan Webster.

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Movies 101 host Dan Webster is the senior film critic for Spokane Public Radio.

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Movie Review: ‘Scream 7’ – Catholic Review

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NEW YORK (OSV News) – As its title suggests, “Scream 7” (Paramount) is the latest extension of a long-lived horror franchise, one that’s currently approaching its 30th anniversary on screen. Since each chapter of this slasher saga has been a bloodsoaked mess, the series’ longevity will strike moviegoers of sense as inexplicable.

Yet the slog continues. While the previous film in the sequence shifted the action from California to New York, this second installment, following a 2022 quasi-reboot, settles on a Midwestern locale and reintroduces us to the series’ original protagonist, Sidney Evans, nee Prescott (Neve Campbell).

Having aged out of the adolescent demographic on whom the various murderers who have donned the Ghostface mask that serves as these films’ dubious trademark over the years seem to prefer to prey, Sidney comes equipped with a teen daughter, Tatum (Isabel May). Will Tatum prove as resourceful in evading the unwanted attentions of Ghostface as Mom has?

On the way to answering that question, a clutch of colorless minor characters fall victim to the killer, who sometimes gets — according to his or her lights — creative. Thus one is quite literally made to spill her guts, while another ends up skewered on a barroom’s pointy beer tap.

Through it all, director Kevin Williamson and his co-writer Guy Busick try to peddle a theme of female empowerment in the face of mortal danger. They also take a stab, as it were, at constructing a plotline about intergenerational family tensions. When not jarring viewers with grisly images, however, they’re only likely to lull them into a stupor.

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The film contains excessive gory violence, including disembowelment and impaling, underage drinking, mature topics, a couple of profanities, several milder oaths, pervasive rough and considerable crude language and occasional crass expressions. The OSV News classification is O — morally offensive. The Motion Picture Association rating is R — restricted. Under 17 requires accompanying parent or adult guardian.

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