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Film Review: “Bugonia” – A Delightfully Warped Night at the Movies – The Arts Fuse
By Michael Marano
There’s a profound catharsis in watching Bugonia, one that echoes the catharsis articulated by those who attended the ‘No Kings’ protests on the 18th.
Bugonia, directed by Yorgos Lanthimos. Screening in cinemas around New England
Emma Stone in a scene from Bugonia. Photo: Courtesy of Focus Features
Yorgos Lanthimos’ Bugonia is a remake of the 2003 South Korean movie Save the Green Planet!, which, for the sake of journalistic integrity, I gotta admit I haven’t seen. So, while I can’t talk about the connections of Bugonia to Green Planet!, I can comment on its connections to the whole subgenre of “Women Held Captive by Nut Jobs” movies.
And to the captivity we’re all enduring, right now.
Bugonia concerns two dumbfuck cousins (Jesse Plemons and Aidan Delbis), who’ve had whatever scant IQ points they had at birth lobotomized out of them by QAnon-type online conspiracies. The oddly loveable and shaggy nitwits kidnap a high-powered pharmaceutical company CEO (Emma Stone), convinced she’s an alien using the levers of capitalism to destroy the planet. The pair demand an audience with Stone’s Andromedan superiors to negotiate for the survival of Homo Sapiens.
The vibe here, especially in the context of the cousins’ ever-nuttier conspiracy theories and the gender issues present, echoes William Wyler’s 1965 adaptation of John Fowles’ The Collector. A vibe maybe amplified by the recent deaths of the two stars of The Collector, Terence Stamp and Samantha Eggar? The Collector, which nabbed the premise of Beauty and the Beast, added the motif of the captor being crazy, making the beautiful woman prisoner not just a captive held in her kidnapper’s physical space, but his broken mental reality as well. Think of the physical and mental imprisonments of Split, 10 Cloverfield Lane, Boxing Helena, Room, the made-for-tv classics, Sweet Hostage and Bad Ronald, and the gender-swapped Misery.
There’s another dimension to this the post-Collector riff on the Beauty and the Beast captivity motif… the site of captivity becomes a microcosm of larger, current societal issues. The mental illness of the captor echoes the mental illness of the culture. Where does the insanity of the captor end, and the insanity of society at large begin?
And here’s where Bugonia gets really interesting. Our whole culture enables and encourages billionaire plutocrats to kill the planet. When it comes to the delusions of Plemons and Delbis in Bugonia, does it matter whether or not Musk, Peter Theil, and company are hostile aliens — if what they’re doing to our species and the Earth is exactly what hostile aliens would do? Ever see the Twilight Zone episode “The Monsters are Due on Maple Street,” in which aliens pave the way for their invasion by fomenting paranoia and distrust among Earth communities? How’s that different from what mutant, slug-boy dodgeball victim Mark Zuckerberg does with 3 billion Facebook users a month? Stone’s character allegedly approves the use of unauthorized and untested methods and procedures on unsuspecting subjects and consumers. How’s that different from what Elizabeth Holmes did to trusting schmucks via her scumbag Theranos grifts?
By making the alleged crimes of Stone’s CEO plausible, Bugonia dodges the issue that hampered Evan Peters’ tech bro villain in Tron: Ares and the last two movie iterations of Lex Luthor. No supervillain tech bro can compete with the insanity and malignancy of the real things. Stone plays a person of real villainy… not someone trying to get their hands on a hunk of kryptonite.
So, if society nurtures these corporate aliens (and it doesn’t matter a whit that they’re not extraterrestrial aliens) to spread destruction that would be the envy of H.G. Wells’s Martians, who’s to say these dim bulb cousins are nuts? Yeah, they’re acting crazy. But the world is crazy, so maybe their responses aren’t? The actions of oligarchs and corporate assholes are making their lives unlivable. And desperate times do call for desperate measures.
This ambiguity creates a kind of Stockholm Syndrome among the kidnapping cousins and the abductee and the audience. For most of its runtime, Bugonia is a work of theater. The story is mostly contained in a couple of rooms. Outside that theatrical space, real-life tech bros are making our lives just as unlivable as are the lives of those kidnapping cousins. If Bugonia is a play, then current events lend it a Brechtian Alienation Effect. The fourth wall is broken and on some level, the audience of Bugonia is made to think as they watch the film, to consider the insane ideas and issues being raised — and to weigh whether or not they really are crazy.
Everyone’s a hostage in Bugonia… the dum-dum cousins, Stone’s pharmaceutical CEO, and the audience. It’s an Absurdist movie, and the absurdity it envisions isn’t the goofy absurdity of Alfred Jarry’s Ubu Roi. It’s the sadistic predicament of millions of people whose lives have been imperiled (in some cases ended) by a self-proclaimed DOGE master, a transphobic, apartheid, sci-fi obsessed nepo baby with a breeding kink who wants to die on Mars, whose obscene wealth is based on slave labor imposed in a jade mine owned by his incest-obsessed daddy.
All these weighty and thought-provoking factors feed into the utterly twisted black humor that makes Bugonia such a delightfully warped night at the movies. There’s not a lot of hyperbole in Bugonia (for the most part). Stone hilariously fakes empathy for her employees while telling them they can leave work at 5:30 while at the same time telling them they really shouldn’t rings painfully true for anybody who’s had to deal with a shitty job and a sociopathic boss (which is everyone). There’s a profound catharsis in watching Bugonia, one that echoes the catharsis articulated by those who attended the ‘No Kings’ protests on the 18th. In part, the attendees responded to not feeling alone in their horror and dismay at what Trump is doing. I got the vibe that the people at the screening of Bugonia I attended felt the same way watching the twistedness of the movie reflect the twistedness of the world outside the movie theater.
The sharing of that kind of catharsis is a very human empathy, of a type that the CEO (and/or alien?) that Stone plays is incapable. Rush out and see Bugonia and share that empathy, before the tech bros and oligarchs make you pay a subscription fee for the oxygen you’ll burn nervously laughing at the cruel inanity it depicts, and that we are all living in.
Novelist, editor, writing coach and personal trainer Mike Marano has a new story called “Land of the Glass Pinecones” in the GenX-themed anthology 120 Murders: Dark Fiction Inspired by the Alternative Era.
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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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