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Dying for Sex TV Review (2025) | Roger Ebert
FX’s 8-part limited series “Dying for Sex” overcomes a few early speedbumps in its writing to culminate in one of the most powerful pairs of episodes of television in a very long time. At its core, it’s a dramedy about two things that the human body knows how to do, often without much intervention: orgasm and die. While that might sound simplistic, “Dying for Sex” is ultimately a moving reminder of what truly matters: getting the most out of every minute of life. As someone increasingly anxious about mortality (it comes as one approaches the half-century mark), “Dying for Sex” touched a nerve, serving as a reminder of embracing every moment we have on Earth, and how important it is to enable those you love to do the same. As clichéd as that sounds, it’s not just a story of empowerment but allyship. When someone is struggling through a nightmare like cancer, don’t wallow in their misery, let them live harder. And maybe have some great sex too.
Michelle Williams plays Molly, a woman whose cancer has returned with a vengeance. Her doctor (an excellent David Rasche) tells her that she has, at most, five years left, and possibly less. And that’s with painful chemo treatments to give her as much time as possible. Realizing her mortality clock is quite literally nearing midnight, Molly makes a tough decision and leaves her husband Steve (Jay Duplass), with whom she has been in a sexless marriage for years. Steve is an interesting character, one that reflects the subtle writing of a show that often “gets big” with its sitcomish set-ups but anchors everything around those scenes in relatable humanity. Steve isn’t a bad guy. He was there with Molly through her first fight with cancer. He’s just not what she needs for the final lap of her life. And so she takes off, planning to explore her sexual liberation via online hook-ups, supported by her best friend Nikki (a never-better Jenny Slate).
The first half of the series has arguably too much fun with the concept of a sexually vibrant dying woman, but the emotional seeds are being planted for the back half. Through these encounters, we learn more about Molly, who has never had an orgasm, her sexual growth stunted by abuse in her childhood, something that has divided her from her mother Gail (a breathtakingly good Sissy Spacek). Most of how we come to know and care about Molly happens through two relationships: the one with Nikki and one with a neighbor who first disgusts and then fascinates her. Rob Delaney plays the neighbor, and it’s the best acting work of his career. He’s a perfect partner for Williams in a relationship that first feels like a kinky subplot but becomes something much deeper as it unpacks issues of control and maybe even love. He gets off on her ordering him around; she likes the idea of controlling another person’s body maybe because she no longer controls her own. It’s one of the most fascinating relationships on a TV show in a long time.
There are times when “Dying for Sex” feels like it’s rushing certain dramatic beats, especially the dissolution of the relationship between Nikki and her partner Noah (Kelvin Yu) due to her spending more time with Molly than at home, but these are minor issues for a show that builds to something truly impressive. As good as everyone is for those first six episodes—all close to 30 minutes, by the way, which helps the show avoid the narrative sag that plagues modern television—it’s all setting the stage for the inevitable, and writers Elizabeth Meriwether and Kim Rosenstock deliver on a premise that tonally balances the humor of sexual freedom with the stark closure of death. Neither are perfect; both are messy. There are sharp writing choices in these final episodes involving what the previous six have set up about these characters that blew me away.
Of course, it helps to have an ensemble without a single weak link. Williams, one of the best of her generation, avoids the predictable arc of a prude discovering she’s a pervert by playing Molly as inquisitive more than exaggerated. She has no reason left not to be. Williams understands the freedom that comes with knowing the finish line is near. It’s a perfectly calibrated performance that is the main reason the tonal balance works because she finds the truth even in the most ridiculous scenes.
Everyone matches her. Slate captures the commitment of a true friend; Duplass avoids the sad-sack potential of his character; Spacek proves why she’s a legend; Delaney becomes an essential grounding force in the show. He’s just a guy who unexpectedly gets swept away by the passion and pathos of the woman who happens to live next door to him, a reminder of how many Mollys there are out there: living, dying, and hopefully having some great sex in between.
Whole series screened for review. Premieres on FX on Hulu in its entirety on April 4th.
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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”
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.
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.
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
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.
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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