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Film Review: Magnus von Horn Crafts an Evocative Nightmare in ‘The Girl with the Needle’ – Awards Radar

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Film Review: Magnus von Horn Crafts an Evocative Nightmare in ‘The Girl with the Needle’ – Awards Radar

To say Magnus von Horn’s The Girl with the Needle is hard to watch may be the understatement of the year. Even when its harrowing sound design doesn’t make the audience subject to agonizing screams that rattle our bones and haunt our minds long after the credits have finished rolling, the movie’s overall presentation destabilizes and shocks the very minute cinematographer Michał Dymek (who also worked with Jesse Eisenberg on A Real Pain this year, demonstrating massive range) distorts several faces in its opening shot. It’s a complex sequence of images to describe in words, especially when feeling it in front of our eyes. However, it must be seen to be believed. 

The film is thoroughly unpleasant, particularly in the context in which von Horn depicts and the protagonist we follow for 123 minutes. For some, that may be a massively hard sell, and it’s understandable why many will not want to go near a movie like this because it doesn’t simply show brutal acts of violence but makes the audience experience each ounce of dread for two brutal hours. The dirty, almost perverse use of black-and-white primes the audience that this will not be a joyful story, and even if there are fleeting moments of hope in Karoline’s (Vic Carmen Sonne) path, they are almost always supplanted by despair and loss. 

Karoline works in a factory during World War I but is struggling to make ends meet after the presumed death of her husband, Peter (Besir Zeciri). Having not heard anything about him ever since he went to war, she has moved on and becomes infatuated with Jørgen (Joachim Fjelstrup), the factory owner, who has also liked Karoline. These moments of love between the two aren’t depicted happily, even if a slight connection begins to blossom. One, however, sees that Jørgen is simply using Karoline to satiate his sexual impulses, which she can’t realize. But since this is a story where pain trumps anything else, their presumptive marriage gets shut down by Jørgen’s mother (Benedikte Hansen), resulting in Karoline being left alone and pregnant. 

Her husband has also returned, morbidly disfigured by the war, and has become an object of attraction for a circus of “freaks” to look at. When he comes back home, Karoline gives him food, but immediately rejects him, wanting nothing to do with the fact that he is now a “monster.” However, after she no longer has a job following her “break-up” with Jørgen, she decides to end it all and sticks a needle in herself to get rid of the baby. The black-and-white subdues the blood and any outright moments of ‘gore’ but makes it even more disturbing when Dymek lingers on her face as the needle slowly penetrates her body. We feel each ounce of the pain she inflicts upon herself, further exacerbated by an unshakably haunting musical score from Frederikke Hoffmeier, recalling the atmosphere Mica Levi laid out through their score in The Zone of Interest

Karoline’s life is ultimately saved by Dagmar Overbye (an incredible Trine Dynholm), the bakery owner who takes a liking to her and promises to help get rid of the baby when she goes into labor. When the day ultimately arrives, Karoline brings her baby to Dagmar, and she is sent to a new family…or so, that’s what women who want to get rid of their newborns think. You see, Dagmar actually kills the babies and disposes of them without their knowledge. This isn’t a spoiler, but what the movie is actually based on – a Danish serial killer who has murdered between 9 and 25 children, including one of her own, from 1913 to 1920 and was sentenced to death in 1921. 

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Her ruling was later amended to a life sentence, but what’s most horrific about von Horn’s depiction of Dagmar is how she has no explanation for why she would do something like this. The second half of the movie attempts (and the keyword is: attempts, she’s beyond saving) to humanize her in developing a close relationship between Dagmar and Karoline, who begins to work for her as a caretaker for the babies before they are “sent” to a new family. Of course, she’s utterly impervious to what is happening until she follows her one day and sees firsthand where they end up. 

But the humanity depicted here is a mere façade in an attempt for Dagmar to manipulate Karoline, whom she thinks is easily gullible. However, when she attaches herself to a baby that will eventually get killed in Dagmar’s bare hands, something clicks within the killer that she didn’t perceive before when it came to Karoline. Unfortunately, von Horn doesn’t explore this path and always portrays the character in a rather cold, ruthless lens. Still, it works in Dynholm’s favor, whose piercing eyes constantly betray what she says to Karoline. But our protagonist can’t realize it since she’s grown to like what Dagmar has brought to her, because she may very well be the only person who likes her for who she is. 

But does she really? It’s in that question that The Girl with the Needle begins to lose itself (and languishingly drag) during its midsection, where its constantly involving (but not too rapid) pace pulled the audience into its evocative nightmare, only for the movie to grind to a halt in developing a relationship based on lies. Despite constantly rock-solid work from Carmen Sonne (who seems like a revelation even after starring in Hlynur Pálmason’s Godland) and Dynholm, von Horn has difficulty translating their connection beyond the dark confines of its black-and-white frame. Of course, this acts as a signifier for what’s to come, and the ultimate reveal is far more disturbing than one thinks, partly due to the most petrifying sound design heard in a movie since Jonathan Glazer’s Oscar-winning 2023 film. 

We never see the babies being killed, but we hear their helpless cries, then turning into terrified screams before they abruptly stop breathing. It’s the year’s most disturbing scene, so hard to stomach it eventually gets repeated in an even more distressing way. The shattering sounds punctuate its morbid aesthetic, which, in turn, burn our retinas and ensure we will never forget what we have seen and heard. Such a moment like this is bound to cause controversy, especially in its depiction of violence against children. But von Horn doesn’t sensationalize, nor does he linger on the killings. They are shocking enough simply because the act itself is so horrible, and one can’t understand why such a person could ever do something like this. 

Visually, it’s also not hard to see the influences Dymek plays with in representing such terror. German expressionism is the most obvious in the black-and-white and grimy, almost otherworldly lens each shot is visualized with, but he even steals Dziga Vertov compositions in its opening extreme close-up of an eye looking at a city. Yet, they don’t feel like outright plagiarism but are always in service of how von Horn wants to portray this tragic tale of hopelessness that, beyond all expectations, ends on a more hopeful note for Karoline. 

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In a world where, at the time, famine, sickness, and poverty sadly plagued most human beings in a post-war setting, von Horn at least ensures that her protagonist gets a fighting chance for survival and happiness. It absolutely won’t be easy, as illustrated in how she has to make ends meet in the movie’s opening section, but her will is strong enough for her to push through the pain and hope that things will get better, at least for her sake. 

Perhaps it may be futile, and maybe the movie does get much colder than it should be, which, in turn, distances us from emotionally latching onto Karoline’s profoundly personal story. Still, there’s no denying The Girl with the Needle’s incredible nightmarish power, which works best when plot efficiency is at its minimum. Most of it is told through its striking visuals and note-perfect sound design, crawling under the audience’s skin before they even have a chance to react to the horror drawn on the screen. It may alienate audiences once more eventually see it, but it’s by design because when the end credits ultimately appear, you will never forget it. 

SCORE: ★★★1/2

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Movie Review – Reminders of Him (2026)

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Reminders of Him, 2026.

Directed by Vanessa Caswill.
Starring Maika Monroe, Tyriq Withers, Rudy Pankow, Lainey Wilson, Lauren Graham, Jennifer Robertson, Zoe Kosovic, Monika Myers, Sindhyar Baloch, Bradley Whitford, Nicholas Duvernay, Jillian Walchuck, Hilary Jardine, Skye MacDonald, Rick Koy, Susan Serrao, Anne Hawthorne, Laird Reghenas, and Kevin Corey.

SYNOPSIS:

After prison, a woman attempts to reconnect with her young daughter but faces resistance from everyone except a bar owner with ties to her child. As they grow closer, she must confront her past mistakes to build a hopeful future.

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Given that Maika Monroe’s just-released-from-incarceration Kenna immediately desecrates the gravesite of her love Scotty (which is unintentionally hilariously on the side of the road where a tragic car accident took his life) by stealing the wooden cross (with an inner voice muttering that he hated memorials anyway), tells another character she doesn’t like cats, and complains to someone else that all music is sad and that she doesn’t like it, it’s reasonable to get the impression that the latest adaptation from Colleen Hoover, Reminders of Him, is intentionally aiming for an unlikable lead. Nothing says “get the audience on the side of our protagonist” like all of the above.

The reality is that Maika Monroe is capable enough to inject a modicum of emotion and grounded sincerity even into a Colleen Hoover character, but that, directed by Vanessa Caswill (with Lauren Levine writing the screenplay alongside the author), these are all characters stuck reaching for depth far out of grasp in a hollow romance that is less about someone with a criminal record ingratiating themselves back into society after a seven-year vehicular manslaughter sentence and earning the trust of her dead boyfriend’s parents (Bradley Whitford and Lauren Graham), now the legal guardians of her five-year-old daughter, for visitation rights or anything that would force the novelist (this is her third book translated to screen in as many years) to write an actual character, and more a dull push-pull possible relationship with the former NFL star best friend picking up the pieces, living next door to those grandparents, and assisting taking care of the young girl.

Asking the question “what would it be like to fuck your dead boyfriend’s best friend” should be a hell of a lot more morally thorny and emotionally charged than this. Rather than engage with that, the filmmakers need to dedicate 70 minutes to an outrageously contrived setup in which Kenna and that best friend, Ledger (Tyriq Withers, also visibly trying to express some personality and humanity, but is left hanging by the script), have never met before. Yes, you read that right (and yes, those are the real ridiculous names of these characters, although the latter is presumably intended to honor the late great Heath Ledger, who once starred in romantic dramas and made them a hell of a lot more watchable).

Despite being best friends, Ledger not only never met his best friend’s girlfriend, but he apparently had never even seen a picture of her until her mugshot (which he conveniently forgets, never mind that Maika Monroe looks mostly the same seven years removed) following the car accident on Scotty’s (Rudy Pankow) birthday, which he bailed on for fitness exams in preparation for the NFL draft. In the present, he no longer plays, having “blown out a shoulder”, yet appears physically fine and in no pain during the numerous shirtless scenes and a couple of sexual ones. Before the film gets there, he is skeptical of going anywhere near Kenna once he discovers her identity. Of course, that doesn’t last long because these two hot leads are gravitating toward spending time together.

Much of this is, to put it bluntly, airless and lifeless despite an ensemble trying their best to elevate the proceedings, with what feels like significant chunks of the novel cut out; there is a single flashback to Kenna’s time in prison – being taken under the wing of a mentor of sorts on how to survive – and Scotty is allocated such a minimal screen time that he hardly feels like a character and is never allowed to feel like a presence looming over the story and the choices these characters make. For some reason, there is also a friend Kenna makes here with Down syndrome (Monika Myers) who seems to exist as a vessel for comedic relief, which might have sat better if, once again, there were actually a damn character behind that.

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One waits and waits for the inevitable moment where, after snowcone dates and playful arguments about music, there is a release of sexual tension. However, the drama resulting from this is childish, dumb, and resolved about three scenes later. You won’t need a reminder that Reminders of Him, like all Colleen Hoover adaptations thus far, is bad, once again searching for a romantic pulse and eroticism at the expense of characters who feel like actual people or anything that gives weight to the attempts at thorniness.

Flickering Myth Rating – Film: ★ ★ / Movie: ★ ★

Robert Kojder

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“Resurrection” Movie Review: To Burn, Anyway

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“Resurrection” Movie Review: To Burn, Anyway

“What can one person do but two people can’t?”

“Dream.”

I knew the 2025 film “Resurrection” (狂野时代) would be elusive the second I walked out of Amherst Cinema and into the cold air, boots gliding over tanghulu-textured ice. The snow had stopped falling, but I wished it hadn’t so that I could bury myself in my thoughts a little longer. But the wind hit my uncovered face, the oxygen slipped from my lungs, and I realized that I had stopped dreaming.

“Resurrection” is a love letter to the evolution of cinematography, the ephemerality of storytelling, and the raw incoherence of life. Structured like an anthology film and set in a futuristic dreamscape, humanity achieves immortality on one condition: They can’t dream. We follow the last moments before the death of one rebel dreamer, called the “Deliriant” or “迷魂者,” as he travels through four different dream worlds, spanning a century in his mind.

Jackson Yee, who plays the main protagonist of the movie. Photo courtesy of Wikimedia Commons.

Being Bi Gan’s third film after the 2015 “Kaili Blues” (路边野餐) and the 2018 “Long Day’s Journey Into Night” (地球最后的夜晚), “Resurrection” follows Gan’s directorial style of creating fantastical, atmospheric worlds. Jackson Yee, known for being a member of the boy group TFBoys, stars as the Deliriant and takes on a different identity in each dream, ranging from a conflicted father-figure conman to an untethered young man looking for love to a hunted vessel with a beautiful voice. His acting morphs unhesitatingly into each role, tailored to the genre of each dream. Of which, “Resurrection” leans into, with practice and precision.

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Opening with a silent film that mimics those of German expressionist cinema, “Resurrection” takes the opportunity to explore the genres of film noir, Buddhist fable, neorealism, and underworld romance. The Deliriant’s dreams are situated in the years 1900 to 2000, as we follow the evolution of a century of competing cinematic visions. The characters don’t utter a single word of dialogue in the first twenty minutes, as all exposition occurs through paper-like text cards that yellow at the edges. I was worried it would be like this for the whole film, but I stayed in the theater that Tuesday night, the week before midterms, waiting for the first line of spoken dialogue to hit like the first sip of water after a day of fasting.

Supporting female actress Shu Qi. Photo courtesy of Wikimedia Commons.

Through a massive runtime that spans two hours and 39 minutes, this movie makes you earn everything you get. Gan trains the audience’s patience with a firm hold on precision over the dials of the five senses and the mind.

The dreams may move forward in time through the cultures of the twentieth century, but on a smaller temporal scale, the main setting of each dream functions to tell the story of a day in reverse. The first dream, being a film noir, is told on a rainy night. Without giving any more spoilers, the three subsequent dreams take place at twilight, during multiple sunny afternoons, and then at sunrise. “Resurrection” does not grant sunlight so easily; we are given momentary solace after being deprived of direct sunlight for a solid 70 minutes, until it is stripped from us again and we are dropped into the darkness of pre-dawn – not that I am complaining. I love a movie that knows what it wants the audience to feel. I felt a deep-seated ache as I watched the film, scooting closer to the edge of my seat.

“Resurrection” is a movie that is best watched in theaters, but a home speaker system or padded headphones in a dark room can also suffice. Some of its most gripping moments are controlled by sound. Loud, cluttered echoes of the world, whether from people chatting in a parlor or anxiety in a character’s head, are abruptly cut off with ringing silence and a suspended close-up shot. We are forced to reckon with what the character has just done. I knew I was a world away, but I was convinced and terrified at my own culpability and agency. If I were him, would I have done the same? I could only hear my thoughts fade away as we moved onto the next dream.

Beyond sight and sound, the plot also deals intimately with the senses of taste, smell, and touch, but you will have to watch the movie yourself to find that out.

My high school acting teacher once told us that whenever a character tells a story in a play, they are actually referencing the play’s overall narrative. This exact technique of using framed narratives as vessels of information foreshadowing drives coherence in a seemingly ambiguous, metaphorical anthology film. Instead of easy-to-follow tales that mimic the hero’s journey, we are taken through unadulterated, expansive explorations of characters and their aspirations. We never find out all the details of what or why something happens, as the Deliriant moves quickly through ephemeral lifetimes in each dream, literally dying to move onto the next, but we find closure nonetheless through the parallels between elements and the poetry of it all.

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That is why I like to think of “Resurrection” as pure art. It is not bound by structure; it osmoses beyond borders. It is creation in the highest form; it is a movie that I will never be able to watch again.

Perhaps because the dream worlds are so intimate and gorgeous, the exposition for the actual futuristic society feels weak in comparison. We learn that there is a woman whose job is to hunt down Deliriants, but we don’t see the rest of the dystopian infrastructure that runs this system. However, I can understand this as a thematic choice to prioritize dreams over reality. Form follows function, and these omissions of detail compel us to forget the outside world.

What it means to “dream” is up for interpretation, and we never learn the specifics of why or how immortality is achieved. Instead, “Resurrection” compares dreaming to fire. We humans are like candles, the movie claims, with wax that could stand forever if never used. But what is the point in being candles if we are never lit?

The greatest reminder of “Resurrection” is our own mortality. Whether we run from the snow-dipped mountaintops to the back alleyways of rain-streaked Chongqing, we can never escape our own consequences. “Resurrection” gives me a great fear of death, but so does it reignite my conviction to live a life of mistakes and keep dreaming anyway.

Dreaming is nothing without death. Immortality is nothing without love. So, I stumbled back to my dorm that Tuesday night, the week before midterms, thinking about what I loved and feared losing. So few films can channel life and let it go with a gentle hand. I only watch movies to fall in love. I am in love, I am in love. I am so afraid. 

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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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