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‘Hot Water’ Review: Lubna Azabal and Daniel Zolghadri Go West in a Slight but Sensitive Mother-Son Road Movie

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‘Hot Water’ Review: Lubna Azabal and Daniel Zolghadri Go West in a Slight but Sensitive Mother-Son Road Movie

A mother-son road movie more laced with humor than laden with trauma, Hot Water marks a warm and sensitive, if not entirely satisfying, debut feature from Ramzi Bashour.

There’s an undeniable familiarity that nips at the heels (or wheels?) of the film as it traverses classic American landscapes alongside its protagonists, a tightly wound Lebanese woman (Lubna Azabal) and her turbulent, U.S.-raised teenager (Daniel Zolghadri). We’ve been here before — in this situation, with these types, against these backdrops. Every year at Sundance, to be exact.

Hot Water

The Bottom Line

Warm and sweet, if not entirely satisfying.

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Venue: Sundance Film Festival (U.S. Dramatic Competition)
Cast: Lubna Azabal, Daniel Zolghadri, Dale Dickey, Gabe Fazio
Director-writer: Ramzi Bashour

1 hour 37 minutes

Luckily, the leads are good company, and there’s just enough in Hot Water that feels fresh and personal to lift it above dreaded indie staleness. Bashour has a light touch, an aversion to exposition, histrionics and overt sentimentality, that serves the material well.

If the film’s modesty, its glancing quality, is a strength, it’s also a limitation. There’s a nagging sense that the writer-director is just skimming the surface of his characters, their relationship to each other and to the country they live in. The Syrian-American Bashour knows these people and their story in his bones — the movie has several autobiographical elements — but he doesn’t always translate that depth of understanding to the screen.

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The problem is an excess of tact — a reluctance to really dive into the ideas simmering here, to allow the central pair’s experience of forced proximity on the open American road to palpably complicate or illuminate their respective identities and points of view. As pleasant, and occasionally poignant, as Hot Water is, it never commits fully to either its comedy or the emotions that often feel assumed rather than earned. And Bashour is not yet a sophisticated enough filmmaker to conjure richness of meaning with the narrative and visual economy of a Debra Granik, a Kelly Reichardt or an Eliza Hittman, to name (perhaps unfairly) some American neo-realist touchstones to emerge from Sundance.

Hot Water is Bashour’s third collaboration with writer-director Max Walker-Silverman: The latter is a producer here, while Bashour composed the music for Walker-Silverman’s quiet soul-stirrer A Love Song and edited his more ambitious but less affecting follow-up, Rebuilding. Theirs is a softer, fuzzier regional cinema than the aforementioned auteurs’ work, infused with a wistful belief in the redemptive promise of American community, as well as a reverence for the natural beauty we take for granted.

In A Love Song and Rebuilding, the protagonists are rooted to the land in a way that Hot Water’s Layal (Azabal), a foreign-born professor of Arabic at an Indiana college, is not. Layal’s ambivalence toward her adopted home is a note of discordancy that the film never taps for its full dramatic potential — an example of how Bashour’s gentle approach veers toward a sort of frictionless amiability. The movie is full of fleeting interpersonal clashes, but deeper social and political undercurrents are left largely unexamined.

The catalyst in Hot Water comes when Layal’s son Daniel (Zolghadri) attacks another student with a hockey stick, getting himself expelled from the high school that’s already held him back twice. Out of options and patience, Layal decides to drive Daniel out to Santa Cruz to live with his father and finish out his senior year. Cue the procession of sunbaked cornfields, plains dotted with wind turbines, snow-capped mountains, craggy red rock, and the neon pageantry of the Vegas Strip. The expected stops at motels, diners and gas stations are punctuated by Layal’s fraught phone calls back to Beirut, where her sister reports on their mother’s declining health.

Hot Water ambles along agreeably, buoyed by the believably fluid dynamic between Layal and Daniel. The filmmaker and his performers don’t overplay the fractiousness; there’s tension in their relationship, but also teasing affection, respect and a push-pull of aggravation and amusement that is the near-universal dance of parents and teenagers. Daniel gets a kick out of winding his mom up and watching her go off; she chastises him for bad choices and ribs him for not speaking better Arabic. Bashour and DP Alfonso Herrera Salcedo favor straightforward two-shots to showcase that interplay, rather than close-ups capturing instances of individual reflection or realization.

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“Why are you so tense and bummed all the time?” Daniel asks Layal, a question that hints at the gulf that separates this middle-class American kid and his immigrant single mom. He has enjoyed the privilege of nonchalance, of messing up, while she has endured the stress of providing a good life for her son while navigating cultural bewilderments like “chicken-fried steak” and students demanding do-overs on botched oral presentations.

I could have happily watched a whole film about Layal’s on-campus life teaching Arabic to mostly white students. A priceless, too-brief scene of her coaching a smiling, square-jawed bro through some challenging pronunciation indeed suggests Bashour doesn’t necessarily recognize what his most distinctive material is. Ditto a glimpse of Daniel, shirtless, rehearsing pick-up lines in the mirror — a seemingly throwaway moment that’s slyer and more intimate than much of the rest of the movie.

Tossing Layal and Daniel into a car and onto the road is perhaps the least interesting, and certainly easiest, way into this story, allowing the filmmaker to push them into confrontation with each other, and with America, rather than coaxing out conflict organically. To his credit, and in keeping with the spirit of the film, Bashour exercises restraint. Layal and Daniel do more bickering than blowing up, and Hot Water doesn’t over-indulge in fish-out-of-water shtick or ambush them with rednecks and racists.

Rather, their journey is textured with odd little encounters, some more compelling than others. Dale Dickey shows up as a benevolent, aphorism-dispensing hippie in an interlude that plays like filler. I preferred the unusually composed kid working the front desk of a motel (“I don’t know, I don’t eat meat,” he notes after referring a hungry Layal and Daniel to a nearby Jack in the Box). Or the run-in with a ripe-smelling hitchhiker, which at first appears to reveal a generational divide between mother and son before uniting them in revulsion.

Azabal (Incendies, The Blue Caftan), alternating among English, Arabic and French with regal impatience, is the kind of performer who can convey fierce love and pride with a mere glance, through sunglasses no less. Layal is perpetually harried — her exasperated “Oh, Daniel!” when he sneezes with a mouth full of carrot cake is perfection — but there’s also a sincere wonderment in the way she looks at her son. Zolghadri, so terrific in Owen Kline’s Funny Pages, flaunts the same gift for note-perfect line delivery here, pivoting seamlessly from sarcasm to authentic feeling and back again.

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The leads are so strong that the movie’s reliance on cutesy shorthand — Layal’s constant hand sanitizing and her compulsive clementine-eating as a replacement for smoking, Daniel and Layal exiting their motel room in a slow-mo strut (have mercy, filmmakers: no more slow-mo struts) — registers as an unnecessary distraction. These actors don’t need things in boldface to build out their characters.

The final section, with its minor twist and succession of heart-to-hearts, seems calculated to surprise and stir, but underwhelms. It’s the offhanded bits of Hot Water that land most potently — the ones that hint at aches and yearnings beyond the immediate needs of the plot. “Did you say bye to the house?” Layal asks Daniel as they prepare to pull out of their driveway and hit the road. “The house has no ears, mom,” he mocks. Then, when she gets out of the car to grab something, he gazes up at the home he’s about to leave behind, and whispers: “Bye, house.” That kind of moment, tiny but casually heart-piercing, makes you impatient to see what Bashour does next.

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1986 Movie Reviews – Blue City, Jo Jo Dancer, No Retreat No Surrender, and Saving Grace | The Nerdy

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by Sean P. Aune | May 2, 2026May 2, 2026 10:30 am EDT

Welcome to an exciting year-long project here at The Nerdy. 1986 was an exciting year for films giving us a lot of films that would go on to be beloved favorites and cult classics. It was also the start to a major shift in cultural and societal norms, and some of those still reverberate to this day.

We’re going to pick and choose which movies we hit, but right now the list stands at nearly four dozen.

Yes, we’re insane, but 1986 was that great of a year for film.

The articles will come out – in most cases – on the same day the films hit theaters in 1986 so that it is their true 40th anniversary. All films are also watched again for the purposes of these reviews and are not being done from memory. In some cases, it truly will be the first time we’ve seen them.

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This time around, it’s May 2, 1986, and we’re off to see Blue City, Jo Jo Dancer, No Retreat No Surrender, and Saving Grace.

Blue City

As thrillers go… this is one of them.

Billy Turner (Judd Nelson) returns home to Blue City, Florida and immediately learns his father was killed. He sets about trying to solve his father’s murder and reunites with some old friends to help him on his mission.

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Awful. Simply awful.

Billy seems to be some sort of copy of Axel Foley from Beverly Hills Cop, and any time he talks about his father’s death it seems like an afterthought.

Add in he hooks up with Annie (Ally Sheedy), the younger sister of his friend Joey (David Caruso), and neither of them seem all that bothered after Joey gets killed, you really have no idea who these characters are.

It’s a very confused film and no one seems to know exactly what tone they are going for.

Jo Jo Dancer, Your Life Is Calling

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A surprisingly intimate reflection at one’s own shortcomings after one of the most public falls in history.

Jo Jo Dancer (Richard Pryor) suffers a horrible accident after freebasing cocaine, and he uses his time in the hospital to reflect on his life and what led him to this moment in time.

Yes, it is the world’s most thinly veiled look back at one’s life. Pryor famously was horrifically burned while taking drugs, and this was his way of coming back into the public eye.

It certainly is not a perfect film, but it is engaging and touching. It feels like a man who truly wanted to explore his own past and didn’t know any way to do it than through what he always knew, entertaining people.

A surprisingly candid look at one’s own life and allowing the world to take the journey with him.

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No Retreat, No Surrender

Have you ever watched a movie so bad you wish it would punch you through the screen to put you out of your misery?

Jason Stillwell (Kurt McKinney) relocates to Seattle after his father’s dojo in Sherman Oaks, California is taken over by an organized crime syndicate takes it by force. Their plan? To take over every dojo in the country.

… do I need to tell you anything else about the ‘plot?’ This movie was beyond awful and I think the only reason it still exists in any form is it shows off a very young Jean-Claude Van Damme.

This is one of the worst movies I’ve seen in some time, and that’s saying a lot.

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Saving Grace

It’s nice to be surprised by a movie, and it rarely happens twice in the same week.

Cardinal Bellini (Tom Conti) becomes Pop Leo XIV. After a year in the position, he gets locked out of the Vatican accidentally and decides to take the moment to reconnect with the average people. He goes to a little village he was aware of and helps them rebuild their aqueduct. Not only does he have that to contend with, but the local hoodlum, Ciolino (Edward James Olmos) doesn’t want him to succeed as he makes his money from everyone depending on him.

Yes, the fact that the fictional Pope is Leo XIV wasn’t lost on me while I was watching it.

It’s not a great movie, but I found myself engaged, and charmed by Conti’s performance. I’m not quite sure why Olmos was playing a rural Italian, but it is what it is.

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It’s a charming and heartwarming film, and certainly will keep you entertained.

1986 Movie Reviews will continue on May 9, 2026, with Dangerously Close, Fire with Fire, Last Resort, and Short Circuit.


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Kara Movie Review – Gulte

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2/5


02 Hrs 41 Mins   |   Action Thriller   |   30-04-2026


Cast – Dhanush, Mamitha Baiju, K. S. Ravikumar, Karunas, Jayaram, Prithvi Rajan, Suraj Venjaramoodu, Sreeja Ravi, M. S. Bhaskar, Aadukalam Naren and others

Director – Vignesh Raja

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Producer – Ishari K. Ganesh

Banner – Vels Film International & Think Studios

Music – G. V. Prakash Kumar

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Dhanush is one of those very few lead actors in India currently who are completing films at a quick pace and releasing them in theatres. He released three films(i.e. Kuberaa, Idli Kadai & Tere Ishk Mein) last year and is set to release at least three films this year as well. For his first film in 2026, he teamed up with director Vignesh Raja and made an intense action thriller, Kara. Vignesh Raja’s last film, Por Thozhil, did extremely well. It was one of those very rare films which worked both critically and commercially.

When a film in the combination of Dhanush and Vignesh Raja was announced, the expectations among the audience around the film skyrocketed and the buzz around the film went up further when, Mamitha Baiju, was announced as the female lead in the film. After creating enough curiosity among the audience with the trailer, the film was released in theatres today. Did the director, Vignesh Raja, come up with an engaging film yet again? Did Dhanush score a blockbuster with, Kara? How did Dhanush & Mamitha Baiju, pair look on screen? Did G. V. Prakash Kumar, come up with a memorable album yet again for a film starring, Dhanush? Let’s figure it out with a detailed analysis.

What is it about?

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A good Samaritan father(K. S. Ravikumar) based out of a remote village in Tamilnadu, fights against a bank which manipulated him and his fellow villagers and grabbed their land. The son(Dhanush) who earlier ran away from his family to start a business, returns to his village to sell his family’s farming land and start a hotel in a town. What happens when the son returns to his village? Forms the rest of the story.

Performances:

The role of Karasaami aka Kara is tailor-made for Dhanush. We have seen him doing similar roles multiple times in the past. There’s nothing special in the performance he delivered for Kara. It’s just a standard template-driven performance. Mamitha Baiju is a surprise package. She did a role which is a complete contrast to the usual youthful and joyful roles she played in her earlier films. She got a very limited role in the film but she delivered a very good performance in whatever screentime she had.

K. S. Ravikumar in the role of Kandhasaami, delivered his career-best performance. As a loving father, he did a superb job in emotional sequences. The film had many notable actors and almost all of them performed well but their efforts were undone by poor writing and aimless direction.

Technicalities:

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Just like most of the Tamil movies, Kara, too has stunning visuals. The cinematographer, Theni Eswar, captured the raw and rustic rural Tamilnadu, very well with his camera throughout the film. G. V. Prakash Kumar, tried his best to lift the lifeless sequences with his background score but it did not work. Editing by Sreejith Sarang, could have been much better. At least twenty minutes of the film could have been easily edited to make it at least a bit better. Especially, the second half of the film drags on forever. Let’s talk about the writer and director’s, Alfred Prakash & Vignesh Raja, work in detail in the analysis section.

Positives:

1.⁠ ⁠K. S. Ravikumar’s Performance

Negatives:

1.⁠ ⁠Beaten to Death Storyline
2.⁠ ⁠Bland Screenplay
3.⁠ ⁠Poor Writing & Direction
4.⁠ ⁠Lengthy Runtime

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Analysis:

Movie Name – Idli Kadai
Release Date – 01st October 2025
Story Line – A good samaritan father based out of a remote village in Tamilnadu runs a hotel and expects his son to continue his legacy by running the hotel after he passes away. But, he wants to move to the city and have a better life. After the father passes away, the son realises his mistake, shifts base to the village, reopens his father’s hotel and continues running it.

And, now

Movie Name – Kara
Release Date – 30th April 2026
Story Line – A good Samaritan father based out of a remote village in Tamilnadu, fights against a bank which manipulated him and his fellow villagers and grabbed their land. The estranged son returns to the village to sell the land and use that money to open a hotel in a town. After his father passes away, the son realises his mistake and fights against the bank and eventually gets the villagers’ land documents from the bank.

Both the storylines sound similar, don’t they? While watching, Kara, it is not your fault if you start to wonder why in the world, Dhanush, agreed to do two films with similar storylines consecutively. The only difference between the two films is that in, Idli Kadai, the son runs the hotel to fulfil his father’s wish and in, Kara, the son turns into Robin Hood to fulfil his father’s wish. At least, Idli Kadai, for a major part was truthful to its family drama genre. But, Kara, ended up becoming neither a family drama nor an action thriller.

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The director, Vignesh Raja, previously crafted a gripping crime thriller, Por Thozhil, which keeps audiences on the edge of their seats throughout its runtime. Once again, while watching Kara, it’s not your fault if you begin to wonder whether it is the same director behind both films. It was surprising to see Vignesh Raja and his writer, Alfred Prakash, coming up with such a bland and unexciting screenplay. The writing of heist episodes and the way they were executed were laughable to say the least. There was not even a single sequence in the film which was written and executed intelligently. The Robin Hood-like hero will not have any plan to rob the bank branches. All he does is to wear a mask, step inside the branch, threaten the bank employees with a gun and rob the branches one after the other. How did the director convince Dhanush to do the film with such a bland screenplay? What was Dhanush thinking while accepting the film? There will be at least a few good episodes even in the bad films of Dhanush but Kara is an exception. There is not even a single sequence throughout the film that excites the audience.

Overall, Kara is a forgettable film from Dhanush and Vignesh Raja. The beaten-to-death storyline, boring screenplay, unexciting narration and lengthy runtime, made it a painful watch. At least the first half was watchable but the film lost the track completely in the second half and tests patience with each passing minutes. Apart from a brilliant performance from K. S. Ravikumar, the film offers nothing and is sure to become one of the biggest flops in Dhanush’s career.

Bottomline – Boring Heist

Rating – 2/5

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Movie Review: “Lee Cronin’s The Mummy” is likely to remind horror fans of better movies – The Independent | Southern Utah’s #1 Source for Arts, Events & Entertainment

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MOVIE REVIEW: “LEE CRONIN’S THE MUMMY” (R)
Grade: C

For horror fans out there miffed at the very idea that Lee Cronin has somehow earned the right to put his name above the title of his latest project (something generally reserved for horror icons like John Carpenter and Wes Craven) even though he only has a couple of features to his credit (“The Hole in the Ground,” “Evil Dead Rise”), just know that this is the least of this movie’s problems. Also, let it be known that this wasn’t done out of arrogance. It’s been reported that producer Jason Blum made the suggestion to put Cronin’s name atop the title as to not confuse casual moviegoers. The last thing the team behind this gore-fest want is folks walking in thinking that this is a new entry in the Brendan Fraser “Mummy” franchise which this film most certainly is not. Fear not, though, as it’s looking like we’ll be seeing a new installment in that particular series sometime in 2027. As for “Lee Cronin’s latest, it’s an entirely different beast and in the end, it’s barely a “Mummy” movie at all. I mean, I’m all for liberties being taken in a modern reimagining of a familiar property but honestly, if you’re going to stray this far, maybe just call it something else.

In this blood-soaked take on “The Mummy,” journalist Charlie Cannon (Jack Reynor) and his loving wife Larissa (Laia Costa) relocate the family to Egypt for Charlie’s latest job and ultimately, they are plunged into every parent’s worst nightmare after their young daughter Katie (Emily Mitchell) goes missing. Shortly after the disappearance, the Cannon family, which includes Katie’s siblings Maude (Billie Roy) and Sebastian (Shylo Molina), do what they can to pick up the emotional pieces.

Cut to; 8 long years later. The Cannon family now reside in New Mexico, and they get the shock of their lives after receiving a call from the authorities informing them that Katie has been found but as the Cannon family quickly discover, she is not at all herself.  But then, I suppose spending an extended period of time trapped in a sarcophagus would have a strange effect on a person. 

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Upon watching this film, one might speculate that Cronin approached the powers that be about doing a follow up to his own “Evil Dead Rise” but after getting turned down, he couldn’t take no for an answer, so he just opted to do a sort of repurposed version of “The Mummy” instead.  And that’s pretty much what this movie plays like; A fusion of “Evil Dead’ and “The Exorcist” with a little “Hereditary,” “The Omen,” and “Poltergeist” thrown in for good measure.

When it comes to bringing the gore factor, Cronin ain’t no slouch. Those with a pure love for carnage candy will find plenty to grasp on to here. That said, this take on “The Mummy” is dour, ugly, brutal, and often unpleasant and even though Cronin is perfectly adept at crafting the proceedings, it does get to a point where the movie feels like it’s simply more interested in making us squirm than anything else.

Of the performances here, Laia Costa has some nice moments as a mom who tries to convince herself that there’s nothing wrong with her daughter but Reynor (an actor I’ve suggested for quite some time would make the perfect James Bond) spends the majority of the film looking at the strange happenings around him in bug-eyed fashion. The standout of the cast is Natalie Grace whose work as the older version of Katie is fittingly terrifying.

As was the case with Leigh Whannell’s disappointing adaptation of “Wolf Man,” “Lee Cronin’s The Mummy” does attempt to say something about one’s fear of not being able to protect their children but here, it’s a somewhat meager attempt because any such subtext is all but buried in an endless sea of ick. This is to say nothing of a handful of plot points that are either underexplained or make very little to no sense. Take, for instance, the medical profession as presented in this film. These so-called professionals are pretty quick to send Katie home even though there’s clearly something wrong with her. Also, where exactly was this girl for the last 8 years? “Lee Cronin’s The Mummy” treats this aspect of the proceedings as an inconvenient afterthought.

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Again, there’s very little here that feels like “The Mummy.” Yes, there’s a sarcophagus and an Egyptian locale, but these things feel shoehorned in. Beyond that, for all of Cronin’s abilities when it comes to crafting fittingly shocking set pieces and skillfully working with a barrage of creative practical effects, his take on a property made famous by a decades-old classic Universal monster movie starring Boris Karloff feels pretty darn deadite-heavy by comparison. What’s more, with a runtime of 2 hours and 14 minutes, it all feels awfully long-winded for a film of this nature. At the end of the day, while this isn’t a bad film (for all its flaws, it’s more effective than the 2017 Tom Cruise headlined-take), what “Lee Cronin’s The Mummy” is most successful at doing is reminding us of a handful of better horror movies.

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