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M3gan 2.0 Has No Idea What It’s Doing

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M3gan 2.0 Has No Idea What It’s Doing

M3gan 2.0.
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At first glance, a sequel to the 2023 killer-teenage-girl-android flick M3gan would seem like an easy layup, a chance to re-exploit the knowingly goofy mix of horror and comedy that turned that film into a refreshing January hit. In reality, such self-aware lightning rarely strikes twice. M3gan played its absurd premise with a largely straight face, but watching that film’s single and reluctant maternal figure, ambitious and overworked roboticist Gemma (Allison Williams), conjure a cyborg best pal for her traumatized and orphaned niece, Cady (Violet McGraw), we grasped the ironic ruse. Just about everybody in the movie was serious. Its surfaces were serious. Its gestalt, however, was pure howling derangement, and that dancing robot cut through it all like a knife in a pussy-bow minidress.

With M3gan 2.0, writer-director Gerard Johnstone opts for action instead of horror, and the film feels like it wants to be a frothy spy flick. M3gan herself (played by Amie Donald and voiced by Jenna Davis) was defeated in the previous film, but now there’s a new, more powerful cyborg menace, Amelia (short for Autonomous Military Engagement Logistics and Infiltration Android, and played by the Ukrainian actress Ivanna Sakhno), “the next evolution in military engagement,” whom we first see in an opening scene on the Turkish-Iranian border as she slices and shoots her way through a gaggle of goons in an attempt to save a kidnapped chemical scientist. Trouble is, she turns out to be something of a double agent and turns on her U.S. military overlords. Gradually, it falls to Gemma, Cady, and their pals to revive M3gan in an attempt to stop the seemingly indestructible Amelia, who is hell-bent on becoming all-powerful and conquering civilization.

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So it’s Good Robot versus Bad Robot, a Terminator 2: Judgment Day–style expansion into mainstream mayhem — superficially understandable, since the first Terminator was also something of a horror film that was subsequently franchised into an action series. And yet M3gan 2.0 is a baffling movie, relying less on the conceptual humor of its predecessor and more on occasional quips and a few genuinely silly gags. (When M3gan is first brought back, she’s given the body of a small, plastic, Teletubby-like robot to keep her from committing any violence. Later, she sings Kate Bush’s “This Woman’s Work” in an attempt to praise Gemma’s parenting skills.) But by and large, M3gan 2.0 feels like it just wants to be a generic action movie. There’s also enough blather here about the perils of artificial intelligence that one wonders if the filmmakers actually expect us to pay attention to the details of the plot.

More tragically, M3gan 2.0 abandons its characters, who had been the secret of the original’s success. The first film’s tonal tightrope only worked because Williams in particular walked it so well, with her dry delivery perfectly capturing the obliviousness of Gemma’s disastrous attempts to hack her own life. And McGraw, just 11 at the time, ably managed her character’s traumatized-child horror-speak. The contrast between their sincerity and M3gan’s homicidal sassiness lent real power to the picture’s parodic swings.

But this time, all these characters are largely reduced to running and cowering and breathlessly scheming to find ways to take down Amelia; they’ve become mere action protagonists, and not particularly interesting ones at that. One wonders if Johnstone is simply trying to set a kind of template he can return to over and over again as these films presumably generate more sequels. In so doing, however, he’s ironed out the idiosyncrasies that made his original work so well. The results are thoroughly middling — not funny enough to qualify as comedy, not exciting enough to qualify as action, not smart enough to qualify as a cautionary tale, and certainly not weird enough to keep the M3gan ethos alive.

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MOVIE REVIEW: Writer’s Block Is Hell In “I KNOW EXACTLY HOW YOU DIE” – Rue Morgue

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MOVIE REVIEW: Writer’s Block Is Hell In “I KNOW EXACTLY HOW YOU DIE” – Rue Morgue

By RACHEL MEGHAN

Starring Rushabh Patel, Stephanie Gomes Hogan and Bobby Liga
Written by Mike Corey
Directed by Alexandra Speith
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Ah, the life of a writer. To be holed away in some motel far away from all your responsibilities, writing what is sure to be your magnum opus. It really would be a shame if the remote motel you were staying in was haunted, your agent was berating you at all hours of the day, and your characters were coming to life. That is precisely what happens in I KNOW EXACTLY HOW YOU DIE, a new indie horror film directed by Alexandra Speith and written by Mike Corey

The movie stars Rushabh Patel as Rian Burman, a hack horror writer who checks into a seedy motel to finish his new novel about a woman who is relentlessly stalked by her mailman. Recovering from a break-up, Rian spirals into self-destruction while he fields calls from his disappointed agent. Soon, he discovers that the motel brings his writing to life. And his protagonist, Katie (Stephanie Gomes Hogan), is the girl in the room next door. What follows is a nightmarish dive into the macabre, where gore is abundant, and writer’s block is deadly.

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The house of horrors in the movie is more than what meets the eye. It’s motel hell. Every room contains a different creepy man trying to take from the women in the story what they want with no regard for their humanity. When Rian isn’t double-fisting shots or calling his agent a bitch, he’s drunk, phoning his ex in a vaguely threatening tone. He stalks women to their rooms, sleeps with his protagonist, and generally doesn’t care about the feelings of any of the women around him. All the while, he paints himself as the hero of the story.

Katie, on the other hand, is an addiction counselor who is repeatedly stalked and taken advantage of by the men she encounters. Hogan brings a gritty realism to the movie, making it a human story under a veneer of fun, indie horror schlock. There are great performances all around. Bobby Liga, Hogan’s real-life husband, is a chilling and convincing villain, and their chemistry can be felt even in the most brutal scenes. Rawya El Chab as motel owner Naja gives a grounding performance. She’s an impeccable straight man and wise person in contrast with the insanity around her. All of the actors do a great job with the material, never overdoing it and letting the story’s message speak for itself.

Overall, I KNOW EXACTLY HOW YOU DIE is about men who think they deserve the attention of women, no matter the cost. It doesn’t matter if you see yourself as the hero or the villain; it’s about centering the women who are in pain and actually listening to them. It has a brutal and cathartic end, full of gruesome imagery, that allows the female protagonist to finally take ownership of her destiny – all while presenting a chilling satire on the ethics of autofiction and the rise of the meta in the literary space.

I KNOW EXACTLY HOW YOU DIE debuts on DVD, Digital HD, including Prime Video, and Fandango at Home, on April 7.

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Movie Review – Pretty Lethal (2026)

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Movie Review – Pretty Lethal (2026)

Pretty Lethal, 2026.

Directed by Vicky Jewson.
Starring Lana Condor, Iris Apatow, Millicent Simmonds, Maddie Ziegler, Avantika, Uma Thurman, Michael Culkin, Adam Boncz, Balázs Megyeri, Gary Cothenet, Krisztián Csákvári, Shahaub Roudbari, Miklós Béres, Gábor Nagypál, Julian Krenn, Tamás Szabó Sipos, Péter Végh, and Klára Spilák.

SYNOPSIS:

It follows a group of ballerinas as they try to escape from a remote inn after their bus breaks down on the way to a dance competition.

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Forget that director Vicky Jewson and screenwriter Kate Freund’s ballerinas-vs-mobsters disposable streaming flick Pretty Lethal is failing at twirling by on the slimmest of narratives (it is a miracle that the running time even reaches 88 minutes); they can’t even settle on a consistent tone during the fight scenes. Within seconds, the film often goes from a grounded sense of danger in that these men cruelly mean business and can toss these nimble but agile women around like rag dolls, to something farcical that defies logic and physics with the dancing coming into play, often times with blades or other sharp objects going through similar rhythms.

There isn’t one of the usual reveals that we are watching characters with a secret past or hidden talents for violence, it’s just a movie that can’t decide if ballerina based attacks are no match for Hungarian mobsters (a silly concept I’m all for) or if this is a situation of real threat, especially considering one of the leaders of this establishment shoots their instructor point blank in the face 20 minutes into the proceedings.

That there isn’t a semblance of a plot beyond a dysfunctional dance troupe inadvertently finds themselves in trouble when their tour bus breaks down and receive help from shady individuals bringing them to their hangout spot who, as you already know from reading this, turn out to be mobsters, and must start working together if they’re going to survive, doesn’t help these jarring distractions in hand-to-hand battles that, if nothing else, contain the occasional bit of impressive manoeuvrability and physicality along with a clever stroke of violence (even that is frustratingly limited).

This might sound nitpicky to an outsider who hasn’t seen a single scene play out, but rest assured, the action doesn’t even make sense in terms of the characters. Played by an ensemble including Lana Condor, Maddie Ziegler, Avantika, Iris Apatow, and the only semi-interesting one of the bunch, A Quiet Place‘s deaf-mute revelation Millicent Simmonds, who is then disappointingly not given much of anything interesting to do (she heads to the bathroom before the mobsters get violent, for unclear reasons, where she meets a young man her age along the way and instantly becomes smitten as they goof around unaware of what’s happening around them), the ballerinas are personified as mean girls ditzy (none of these jokes land), cutesy, or rejecting the artform, yet can suddenly turn dancing into a superpower whether they are working together or not.

When it’s their turn to start taking punches and other blows back, it is excessively brutal for whatever this movie is going for, and it consistently feels as if these filmmakers have no idea what they want to do with the action they have conceptualized. Protagonists take a beating back all the time; that’s not the gripe here. It is done in a manner that muddies what type of action movie this is supposed to be. If, at one point, this was something darker and more of an attempt at a thriller before going through rewrites that ungracefully smoothed aspects over into action that takes too long to get nutty enough to work, that would explain a lot. Nothing can explain how flimsy and bare-bones the narrative is.

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Regarding the villains, adjacent to the mobsters is Uma Thurman’s former dancer, Devora Kasimer, bad accent and all, who sees an opportunity to leverage the monsters’ screw-up to get out of a dicey situation of her own. Again, little of this matters or even makes sense, with Devora’s motives not coming into play until the final 15 minutes. At the very least, Pretty Lethal builds to an amusing and somewhat skillfully choreographed all-out brawl between the now-united ballerinas and the mobsters, set to a classical piece of music; it’s the type of sequence that functions more successfully as absurd, with more fitting flourishes of vulnerability and a sense of character through action. The rest is stuck somewhere in the middle, not ridiculous enough or too serious for its own good.

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

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‘Rental Family’ movie review: Brendan Fraser is the kindest lie money can buy in Hikari’s tender portrait of maboroshi

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‘Rental Family’ movie review: Brendan Fraser is the kindest lie money can buy in Hikari’s tender portrait of maboroshi

Of course there are companies where you can rent a husband, a daughter, a wedding guest, a videogame partner, or just someone to clap for you at karaoke. Only in Japan could loneliness evolve into something this efficiently organised — it’s exactly the kind of thing us ‘gaijin’ describe as “so Japanese” while secretly wondering why no one else thought to formalise emotional outsourcing with this level of commitment. Werner Herzog took one look at this ecosystem in his 2019 quasi-documentary Family Romance, LLC, about actors hired to impersonate loved ones, and spiralled into metaphysical dread, convinced that if you stare at the performance long enough it might stare back and erase you. But Japanese filmmaker Hikari saw the opportunity for something warmer, even a little seductive, because she understood the one fatal flaw in any philosophical objection to this business model: Brendan Fraser. After all, who would say no to a day drifting through Tokyo with one of the world’s most kind faces?

Rental Family opens on Fraser’s Phillip Vandarploeg, an American actor who moved to Tokyo years earlier for a fleeting commercial success as a toothpaste mascot, and the residue of that minor fame lingers in the corners of his life, which places him in a professional and emotional limbo. Philip is a man who has learned how to occupy space in Tokyo without quite belonging to it, and Fraser plays him with a transparency that turns this condition into a plot engine as well as a liability, because every role he accepts within the film’s premise asks him to simulate intimacy while the film itself struggles to examine what that simulation costs him in return. 

Rental Family (English, Japanese)

Director: Hikari

Cast: Brendan Fraser, Takehiro Hira, Mari Yamamoto, Shannon Mahina Gorman, and Akira Emoto

Runtime: 110 minutes

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Storyline: Struggling to find purpose, an American actor lands an unusual gig with a Japanese rental agency to play stand-in roles for strangers

Hikari stages this strange Japanese industry with a functional clarity, allowing Phillip’s entry into the titular agency as the “token white man” to unravel through a series of assignments that range from absurd to the ethically loaded. His first job as a mourner at a faux funeral establishes the tone, since the revelation that the deceased is alive frames grief as a performance, while also giving Phillip a mirror he does not fully confront. From there, the film moves through weddings, companionship gigs, and other small acts of emotional labour that position the service as a pragmatic response to loneliness in a society infamous for their inability to directly confront vulnerability.

A still from ‘Rental Family’

A still from ‘Rental Family’
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Searchlight Pictures

Fraser’s performance anchors these scenarios with a carefully sustained openness and empathy, as Phillip approaches each assignment with the earnestness of someone who wants to do the job well without entirely understanding its implications, and this quality allows the film to build a pattern in which performance becomes indistinguishable from care. When Phillip agrees to pose as the estranged father of an 11-year-old girl named Mia, the narrative finds its most durable throughline, since the arrangement requires him to maintain a fiction over time, to earn the trust of a child who believes in his presence, and to navigate the expectations of a mother who treats the deception as a strategic necessity for her daughter’s future. The school admission framework gives the lie a clear objective, yet the film’s attention shifts toward the incremental growth of the relationship, as Phillip adopts the gestures of fatherhood with increasing ease while Shannon Mahina Gorman’s Mia recalibrates her sense of abandonment into a tentative attachment.

This progression unfolds alongside a second long-term assignment in which Phillip poses as a journalist interviewing an aging actor suffering from memory loss, and the parallel is not subtle, since both roles require him to validate another person’s sense of self through sustained attention. There is a metatextual undercurrent here, as Fraser shares the frame with a character confronting obsolescence, inviting us to fold his own career’s long detours and returns into the exchange. Akira Emoto plays Kikuo with a lifetime of performance settling into fragility, and the dynamic between him and Phillip introduces a generational echo that the film uses to expand its emotional field, even if it does not fully integrate the implications of that expansion into its broader structure. The cumulative effect of these storylines produces a steady accrual of sentiment that aligns with Hikari’s directorial instincts.

The film’s visual approach reinforces this orientation, as Takuro Ishizaka’s cinematography renders Tokyo in bright, even light that resists the nocturnal Citypop stylisations often associated with the city, and this choice situates Phillip’s experiences within a recognisable everyday environment rather than some exoticised backdrop. The surface then feels inviting and coherent, though it also contributes to the film’s tendency to smooth over the more difficult questions embedded in its premise, particularly those concerning consent, deception, and the long-term effects of manufactured relationships.

Hikari’s script acknowledges these tensions in passing, especially through the character of Mari Yamamoto’s Aiko, a co-worker whose assignments expose the harsher edges of the industry, yet the film does not pursue her perspective with the same persistence it grants Phillip, which creates an imbalance that narrows the scope of its inquiry. Takehiro Hira’s Shinji, who manages the agency with a mix of pragmatism and detachment, introduces a counterpoint that frames the work as a necessary service, though later revelations of his own reliance on rented relationships complicates that stance in ways the film sketches without fully developing. These elements only signal towards a more layered exploration of the system’s internal contradictions, but the narrative remains oriented toward Phillip’s personal journey, which it resolves through saccharine gestures of growth that feel emotionally loaded even when they leave broader questions intact.

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A still from ‘Rental Family’

A still from ‘Rental Family’
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Searchlight Pictures

Pop culture has decided to protect Brendan Fraser at all costs, and it is easy to see why, since his screen persona offers an unguarded emotional availability that feels almost out of step with the present moment. Even after the industry ceremonially welcomed him back with an Oscar for The Whale, what lingers is how the man still carries that faintly rumpled, open-hearted quality that made him impossible to dislike in the first place. There is a wistfulness to his face, a sense that every smile has travelled through something to get there, and a slight hesitation in his body language, as if checking that the other person is alright before proceeding, yet none of it curdles into self-pity or performance. His endless capacity to give is a rare instinct in an industry built on extraction, and it explains why even his most uneven projects tend to inherit a baseline of goodwill simply by having him at the centre of them.

Hikari has made a modest, carefully shaped drama that understands the appeal of its premise and the strengths of its charismatic lead. While it leaves certain complexities at the edges of its frame, the film sustains a steady engagement with the human desire to be seen, which gives its most effective moments a poignant, sentimental clarity that lingers on.

Rental Family is currently streaming on JioHotstar

Published – March 23, 2026 12:04 pm IST

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