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'Monkey Man': Welcome to the Action-Movie Pantheon, Dev Patel
Revenge, we’re constantly told, is a dish best served cold — unless you’re a modern genre-flick fanatic, in which case you need payback to be served piping hot and preferably moving at 120 mph. Monkey Man is, on the surface, a fairly simple tale of vengeance: Man has vendetta. Man infiltrates villain’s world with intent on procuring a pound (or two, or 50) of flesh. See Man punch. And kick. And stab, slice, gouge, grapple, and disembowel. It also a labor of love for its writer-director-producer-star Dev Patel, and one that remains self-aware enough to realize that it’s entering an environment in which some explosions, a shootout and a few haymakers here and there will no longer cut it. Everything must be a melee. Nothing less than nonstop beast mode will suffice.
Luckily, Patel doesn’t have a problem with this way of thinking. In fact, his goal with his directorial debut is not to beat action moviemakers and A-list asskickers at their own game but to work his way into their ranks. A gleefully anarchic addition to the post-Raid: Redemption, post-John Wick world of mix-and-match fighting styles and adrenalized weapon-play, Patel’s pet project is as much a mash note to a way of presenting bloody-knuckled spectacle as it is a standard thriller. During his long introduction to the film’s premiere at SXSW last night, the hyphenate talked about his childhood love of Bruce Lee and namechecked both Indonesian and Korean action cinema in addition to a certain Keanu Reeves franchise. And while this entry into international mayhemsploitation territory often feels very much like a rough, earnest fan film dialing those influences up to 11, it also suggests that if Patel’s technique behind the camera catches up to his passion for the genre, he’ll be a force to be reckoned with.
His character, known only as “Kid,” is a regular figure in the underground fight-club circuit in Mumbai; he’s essentially a human punching bag, paid by the promoter (Sharlto Copley) to take a beating from whomever he’s up against. He’s known for a wearing a monkey mask in the ring, which doubles as a tribute to Hanuman, the Hindu deity who once led an army of simians against the ancient forced of evil. The mythological character was like a superhero to him when he was a boy, living in a remote village in the countryside. His mother would regale him with stories about Hanuman’s great deeds. That was, until the police came and slaughtered his friends, neighbors and the woman who loved him more than anything else in the universe.
Now, the Kid’s a grown man, living in the big city. He’s scammed his way into a job with Queenie (Ashwini Kalsekar), who runs a club catering to rich sex tourists and Mumbai’s toxic elite. After befriending Alphonso, the in-house gofer-slash-comic-relief (the mono-monikered Pitobash), Kid gets a promotion and is now serving champagne in the V.I.P. room. This is where Rama Singh (Sikander Kher) hangs out. Rama is the chief of police. He’s also the one responsible for the massacre that happened in our hero’s home town and left him permanently traumatized. Now the chance to settle a major score is within Kid’s reach. He just has to find the right moment to strike….
That turns out to be in a men’s restroom after Kid has sabotaged Singh’s dose of party drugs, at which point we get the first real taste of Patel as both an auteur dedicated to staging close-quarters combat and a purveyor of fists-of-fury chaos. You can tell that he, cinematographer and lover of color-filtered lighting Sharone Meir, French fight choreographer Brahim Chab, as well as his stunt coordinator Udeh Nans (and likely Patel’s stunt double) have mapped out a long sequence that starts with the simple pulling of a gun — and soon involves a bullet-riden fish tank, broken porcelain, busted jaws, a tuk-tuk chase scene and more Dutch angles and shaki-cam shots than you thought were legal. The style of shooting fight sequences that make viewers feel as if they themselves are in the middle of the fray has become cliché to the max. Yet Patel & co. throw themselves into this string of set pieces with the exuberance of enthusiastic amateurs rather than seasoned (read: jaded) pros. The familiarity somehow does not dim the rush, probably because of the infectiousness happening behind the lens and the sheer go-for-broke physicality happening in front of it. Besides, Patel is just getting warmed up.
Monkey Man isn’t above hitting the well-worn action film beats — again, this is a fan’s valentine to decades of Thrills Spills Chills Inc., from someone who knows these narratives backwards, forwards and sideways. And after Kid escapes his captors and is nursed back to health by a transgender community who have also dealt with persecution and violence first-hand, it’s simply a matter of screen time and training montages before the masked incarnation of Hanuman returns for one final boss battle. There are swipes at the way society’s underdogs and outcasts are treated by those who rule, how religious and cultural differences get politicized and then weaponized in the name of power and profit, and how a caste system continues to warp the humanity of all involved. Patel has said that he wanted to bring “soul” to a genre he loves so dearly, as well as a cultural specificity that goes beyond easy exoticization. You can tell he’s trying to thread in his own sense of identity as a performer and a person — to give you a sense not just that you’re watching an action movie shot mostly in India, but by someone in touch with their history and heritage includes being of Indian descent.
That said, Monkey Man is Patel’s way of leaving his mark on 21st century cinéma du kapow by courting the same feeling he gets as a consumer of screen carnage via creating it himself. This is not a message movie. It is a mayhem movie. One with personality and verve and food for thought served as a side dish, but a mayhem movie nonetheless. So when Patel throws that first lightning-fast right hook and aims an elbow at the face of thugs guarding the door, thus effectively kicking off a last act that can hold its own against almost any big climactic martial-arts-meets-gun-fu-meets-stabby-stab sequence of the past 10 years or so — this is the stuff his dreams are made off. Even when his debut stumbles occasionally as a storytelling vehicle, it still brims with the blood, sweat, tears, joy and more blood of person determined to make it a reality. The gentleman has clearly done his homework and put in hard training. An eventual entry into the Pantheon of hyperkinetic pulp creators doesn’t feel like a reach at all.
(Full disclosure: In 2021, Rolling Stone’s parent company, P-MRC, acquired a 50 percent stake in the SXSW festival.)
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Dhruv Vikram’s Bison Movie Review and Rating, Anupama
Movie Name : Bison
Release Date : Oct 24, 2025
123telugu.com Rating : 2.75/5
Starring : Dhruv Vikram, Anupama Parameswaran, Rajisha Vijayan, Pasupathy
Ameer
Director : Mari Selvaraj
Producers : Sameer Nair, Deepak Seigal, Pa. Ranjith, Aditi Anand
Music Director : Nivas K. Prasanna
Cinematographer : Ezhil Arasu K.
Editor : Sakthi Thiru
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Dhruv Vikram’s Bison Kaalamaadan (simply Bison) released in Tamil during Diwali, and its Telugu version hit the screens today, a week later. Directed by Mari Selvaraj, the film blends sports and social commentary and check out the review to know how it is.
Story:
Set in the 1990s, Bison follows Kittayya (Dhruv Vikram), a student who dreams of excelling in kabaddi. His father Velusamy (Pasupathy) disapproves, fearing for his son’s future. Their village is divided by caste, and Kittayya’s family belongs to a marginalised community that has endured oppression for generations. Despite resistance, he pursues kabaddi but faces harsh challenges at every step. Whether he achieves his dream and breaks these barriers forms the crux of the story.
Plus Points:
Mari Selvaraj once again explores oppression and social inequality, this time with kabaddi as the backdrop. He narrates it effectively, depicting inequality from local playgrounds to the national stage.
Dhruv Vikram puts his blood and sweat into the role. His physical transformation and emotional depth stand out, marking him as a promising talent.
Pasupathy is equally impressive, portraying a father torn between fear and affection. The bond between him and Dhruv forms the film’s emotional core.
Among others, Lal, Ameer, and Rajisha Vijayan perform well. Anupama Parameswaran, however, appears for less than 15 minutes and has little scope to perform.
Minus Points:
Bison draws inspiration from the life of Arjuna Award–winning kabaddi player Manathi Ganesan, balancing realism and emotion. While the discrimination is portrayed effectively, many scenes feel overstretched.
The emotional impact of Mari Selvaraj’s earlier works, such as Karnan and Pariyerum Perumal, is missing in Bison. Its length, repetitive sequences, and predictable narrative weaken the film’s overall grip.
The sports drama angle feels underused, with kabaddi serving more as a metaphor for social inequality than as a dramatic core.
In the Telugu dubbed version, poor localisation hurts the experience. Tamil signboards, newspapers, and tattoos remain untranslated, leaving viewers puzzled. It’s a clear case of negligence. The raw violence might also alienate family audiences.
Technical Aspects:
As a writer and director, Mari Selvaraj delivers a decent outing but not one matching the power of his earlier films. Bison struggles with uneven pacing and repetition. Ezhil Arasu K’s cinematography beautifully captures the rural backdrop and kabaddi action.
Nivas K. Prasanna’s music is decent but occasionally mismatched and loud. Sakthi Thiru’s editing could have been sharper, as trimming repetitive portions would have made it tighter. Production values are fine overall.
Verdict:
On the whole, Bison Kaalamaadan is a sports drama that addresses oppression and inequality. It works to an extent, largely due to Dhruv Vikram’s dedication and Pasupathy’s heartfelt performance. However, Mari Selvaraj’s narration lacks the sharpness and emotional impact of his earlier works. The prolonged runtime, predictable writing, and uneven emotional flow make Bison a below average flick. The film may not appeal to everyone, especially given its raw tone, but if you’re curious, watch it with modest expectations.
123telugu.com Rating: 2.75/5
Reviewed by 123telugu Team
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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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‘Regretting You’ wastes Allison Williams in overwrought Colleen Hoover romance – Review
Love is complicated for Allison Williams and Dave Franco in ‘Regretting You,’ adapted from Colleen Hoover’s book.
‘Regretting You’ trailer: Allison Williams, Dave Franco star
Allison Williams and Dave Franco play old friends whose significant others had a secret affair in “Regretting You,” based on the Colleen Hoover book.
Like many Nicholas Sparks movies before her, here comes Colleen Hoover’s film, attempting to leave no tear unjerked.
While “It Ends With Us” was a hot mess in every way, at least the new romantic drama “Regretting You” (★★½ out of four; rated PG-13; in theaters Oct. 24) makes sure all its drama is on the screen. And the flick, based on Hoover’s bestselling novel, lays it on thick alongside a lacking narrative and cringey dialogue. On the plus side, the young acting talent and a welcome lightheartedness will keep the eye-rolling to a minimum.
The story follows two couples of high school sweethearts in a small North Carolina town. Morgan (Allison Williams) got pregnant at the end of senior year and married jock boyfriend Chris (Scott Eastwood), and they’re raising 17-year-old aspiring actress Clara (Mckenna Grace), who butts heads regularly with her overprotective mom.
The other pair is Morgan’s sister Jenny (Willa Fitzgerald) and Jonah (Dave Franco), who ghosted his old pals after graduation for several years before coming back to town – now these two have a newborn son and are thinking about a wedding.
Still with me? Because stuff’s about to get real. Chris and Jenny die in a car accident, and Morgan and Jonah quickly figure out that their loved ones were having a secret affair for years. That reveal drives a bigger wedge between Morgan and Clara, who gets together with Miller (Mason Thames), the movie-loving popular boy at school. (Morgan does NOT approve.) And to add some extra sauce to the mix, Jonah has been crushing on Morgan since they were kids.
“The Fault in Our Stars” director Josh Boone wades back into emotionally turbulent waters with “Regretting You,” which manages to tick off many boxes on the schmaltz-drama bingo card: abandonment issues, unrequited love, dead parents, cancer-ridden relatives and even one big, rain-soaked romantic moment.
Most of the adult side of the plot leans insufferable and overwrought: “There’s no version of you that’s boring,” one person says to the most boring character in the movie. Eastwood and Fitzgerald are barely in the movie long enough to register, Williams’ 30-something mom lacks any actual spirit, and Franco’s painfully earnest single dad can’t decide whether to keep his glasses on and off. (Neither way looks particularly cool for this broody nerd.) Oh, and fun fact: All four actors also play their teen selves, which is monumentally weird.
Fortunately, Grace and Thames are so cute together that the grown-ups don’t even need to matter. (The one exception: Clancy Brown as Miller’s extremely lovable grandpa.) The kids navigate plenty of teen-movie tropes, too, but their combined magnetism lifts the entire movie. In another era, these two would be the king and queen of rom-coms – of all the various love pairings, theirs feels the most genuine amid so much artificial sweetness.
Boone also sprinkles in some physical comedy and funny scenes that keep this Hoover film nimble instead of a completely contrived slog. (And get ready for more of the latest zeitgeisty author, with adaptations of her “Reminders of Him” and “Verity” coming in the new year.) Without its wryness and youthful bent, you’d really be regretting this particular cinematic life choice.
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