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

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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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Nishaanchi 2 Movie Review: Not perfect, but hard to look away

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Story: Babloo returns from jail to find that Dabloo and Rinki are in love and planning to marry. He tries to turn his life around, but Ambika Prasad pulls him back in with a dangerous demand—to kill the party president.Review: In ‘Nishaanchi 2,’ Anurag Kashyap takes a small detour from his usual grit and turns his attention to the push-and-pull between relationships and power. The film still circles around redemption and revenge, but the tone is gentler for a Kashyap outing. It checks most of the boxes of an engaging watch and holds your attention, yet it never quite lifts off. The climax, especially, lands with a thud—it starts with promise and then loses steam, almost as if it could have been placed anywhere in the film without changing much. At nearly two and a half hours, the story spends a long stretch building toward this moment, only for it to feel oddly muted.The narrative picks up with Rinki (Vedika Pinto) trying to push her dancing talent forward, hopping from one audition to the next, while Dabloo (Aaishvary Thackeray) hunts for steady work to keep the household afloat after Babloo’s imprisonment. Rinki eventually grabs a shot at featuring in a music video. Around the same time, Babloo steps out of jail after a decade and immediately begins asking questions about Rinki. Dabloo stalls, unsure how to tell him about her relationship and her knowledge of the man behind their father’s death. Meanwhile, Ambika Prasad (Kumud Mishra) has climbed his way up the political ladder and now sits comfortably as a minister. When a notorious gangster is killed in a Noida encounter linked to Prasad, his party prepares to offer him up as the fall guy. Cornered, Prasad decides to track down Babloo for his sharpshooting skills—unaware that this move will completely shift the ground beneath him.‘Nishaanchi 2’ neatly ties up most of the loose threads from the first film and moves the action from Kanpur to Lucknow. The dialogue, the beat of the language, and the overall rhythm feel rooted in both cities, lending the film a grounded texture. This time, the story leans harder into the emotional knots between the brothers and their bond with Rinki. At heart, it’s still a commercial entertainer, and Kashyap clearly nods to the Bollywood revenge sagas of the ’70s and ’80s in his own peculiar way. Some of it clicks; some of it doesn’t. But there’s no denying that the eccentric characters keep the film alive. The second half also digs deeper into Babloo’s arc, which plays out well on screen. Yet the climax—Babloo discovering the truth about his father’s death and Manjari poisoning Ambika’s security team—feels strangely abrupt and slightly off-key.Aaishvary Thackeray is easily the revelation here. It’s hard to believe this is his debut—the control in his performance and his ability to switch between Dabloo and Babloo, two completely opposite personalities, is genuinely impressive. His body language, his dialect, his small mannerisms—he owns all of it. Vedika Pinto also finds stronger footing this time, benefiting from more screen time and delivering with ease. Mohammed Zeeshan Ayyub, as the shady cop Kamal Ajeeb, steals every scene he walks into, while Kumud Mishra’s Ambika Prasad is surprisingly underused. Monica Panwar brings a sharp confidence to Manjari. And yes, by the end, the film finally answers the lingering question—who exactly is Nishaanchi?In the end, ‘Nishaanchi 2’ leaves you with a nagging thought—did this story really need a second chapter? Viewed in hindsight, the two films could easily have been trimmed, tightened, and shaped into one sharper, more impactful narrative. There’s a good film buried in here, but it often feels stretched when it should have been sprinting. Hardcore Kashyap fans will still find plenty to chew on—the familiar flavours, the rough edges, the bursts of energy—but for the rest, this will settle somewhere in the middle of his filmography, neither a misfire nor a standout, just a film that passes by without leaving a mark.

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a scary face Bugonia (Photo – Focus Features)

Part body horror, science fiction, and a fractured mirror reflecting our troubled times, Bugonia, directed by Yorgos Lanthimos, is a big-screen, kick-in-the-pants kind of movie.

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Directed by Yorgos Lanthimos – 2025
Reviewed by Garrett Rowlan

Starring Emma Stone and Jesse Plemons, the film plays out like a chamber piece after Plemons’s character, the unstable Teddy, kidnaps Stone’s character, the “pure corporate evil” (his words), Michelle Fuller, with the reluctant help of Teddy’s cousin Donnie, played by newcomer Aidan Delois.

The reason for the kidnapping is best described as idiosyncratic.

After being subjected to a brutal ordeal—she’s shown in the opening minutes undergoing extensive martial arts training—Michelle is confined to a basement, where she and Teddy engage in a tense game of cat-and-mouse. The direction these exchanges take was not what I expected.

The cast is excellent. Of Emma Stone, I can only quote Celluloid Heroes by The Kinks: “If you cover him with garbage, George Sanders would still have style.” Well, Stone’s Michelle Fuller isn’t covered in garbage, but she is drenched in blood, some of it her own, shot with electricity, beaten, tackled, shorn, and chained. And yet, there’s that voice, those green eyes, and the way she’s photographed in corporate power attire at the start: from the bottom of the frame, she looks ten feet tall, every bit the star.

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I first saw Jesse Plemons shooting a kid in cold blood on Breaking Bad, and with his recessed eyes and jutting chin, he retains that ruthlessness with a hint of madness. He’s like an auto wreck you can’t look away from. Aidan Delois, though his lines grow sparser as the movie progresses, does a remarkable job of acting with his eyes. They seem to know what his confused mind doesn’t.

There’s cruelty in Bugonia, to be sure, but it’s nothing like the impaling of a black cat I recall from Lanthimos’s otherwise-excellent Dogtooth. In fact, given the film’s underlying themes of allegiances, the shocking scenes are stomach-turning but motivated.

I liked Poor Things, Lanthimos’s last film, but Bugonia is even better.

> Playing at Regency Academy Cinemas, Regal Paseo, IPIC Theaters, Regal Edwards Alhambra Renaissance, Landmark Pasadena Playhouse, AMC Atlantic Times Square 14, AMC Santa Anita 16, Regal UA La Canada, AMC Laemmle Glendale, and LOOK Dine-In Cinemas Monrovia.

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Netflix delivers a black-and-white biopic of famed French New Wave director Jean-Luc Godard and the making of his first feature film, Breathless. The movie delivers a compelling look at the filmmaking process. But harsh (if limited) language, suggestive moments, some spiritual fumbling and constant smoking could make this a tricky film to navigate.

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