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‘Nightbitch’ Movie Review: Amy Adams Leads Uneven Body Horror Comedy

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‘Nightbitch’ Movie Review: Amy Adams Leads Uneven Body Horror Comedy

‘Body horror’ may not be the most accurate descriptor to qualify Marielle Heller’s Nightbitch, but the movie undoubtedly adopts many tropes when it focuses on Mother’s (Amy Adams) transformation from a human to a dog. Indeed, when a cyst appears on her back and reveals a large tail full of pus, one may be inclined to say that this dark comedy veers into such territory, and rightfully so. 

The ‘body horror’ itself is appropriately gross and immediately destabilizes both the audience and the protagonist, who discovers a side of her she didn’t realize she had until now. ‘Mother’ (both parent and kid characters are unnamed because it could be you, me, or anyone else) has been living absolute hell parenting her Son (played with an impeccable sense of comedic timing by twins Arleigh and Emmett Snowden). Like any mom at this stage in her life, she attempts to set unattainable goals for her child to be tended to, whether going to the library for a torturous ‘Book Babies’ session or taking her son to the park with almost certain death waiting for him if she doesn’t always pay close attention to what he is doing. 

Of course, it doesn’t help that her son is ineffably cute but incredibly chaotic (the innocent charm they have at this time is deadly for many parents who want to teach them the right way to do things patiently but are unable to do it because of how cute their child looks at all times). From saying the F-word in public to purposefully breaking dishes and then crying about it, he’s certainly not helping her mother have an easygoing time with him, as lovable as he may be. However, Mother’s life isn’t going the way she wants to. She is forced to do everything for her son and absent Husband (Scoot McNairy), which leads her to sacrifice the promising career she had in art to be a stay-at-home mom. At that moment, her sense of smell begins to develop, and she starts experiencing profound physical changes in her body that lead her to believe she is slowly transforming into a dog. 

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In its opening scene, Heller, cinematographer Brandon Trost, and editor Anne McCabe intelligently represent Mother’s chaotic, overwhelming life through aesthetic choices reminiscent of Monia Chokri’s Babysitter. Extreme close-ups of Mother’s routine acts (putting butter in the pan and frying hash browns while attempting to subdue her son’s deafening cries), quickly edited together, pervert what the idealized ‘joys’ of being a mother are. In this case, Son acts more like a burden than the boy she unconditionally loves. Heller then directs her audience to Mother’s ragged hair, tired eyes, and wrinkles on her face that seem more apparent than they should, not because of her age but due to her constant sleeplessness and heightened stress levels. 

This immediately pulls us into the on-screen adaptation of Rachel Yoder’s book of the same name, to which Heller then takes an immediate dark turn (a bold swing for some who may not know what this film is about). The attentive filmmaker she has always been (see her masterpiece, A Beautiful Day in the Neighborhood), Heller still ensures there’s a profound bond between Mother and Son, either through fleeting moments of love as she reads him a bedtime story or as they hold their hands together while running after dogs in a park. 

There’s a sweetness buried inside their relationship that has unfortunately been lost when Mother has been tasked to do everything to please him and her neglectful husband, who would rather fly away from familial problems than face them head-on. In fact, in one of the film’s most powerful scenes, Husband asks Mother, “What happened to my wife?” as he wonders how she became so depressed, bitter, and angry at herself, the world, and her husband. She bluntly responds: “She died in childbirth.” 

This seems to be Nightbitch’s central thesis, illustrated by an unexpected transformation into a fierce canine, which helps her reclaim the story she wants to make for herself. The metaphor is apt and sounds rich enough to be pushed to its fullest extent. But just as it’s about to go all in on its kooky, almost otherworldly storytelling, Heller decides to stop the movie dead in its tracks and not develop any of its ideas, nor the characters who seem rife with potential. For no reason whatsoever, the editorial (and thematic) choices begin to squander any attempt at fleshing anything out of its characters and central story. 

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The end result seems more confounding than anything else because it feels like the movie is trying to do far too much in such a short time (98 minutes). As it moves away from the thrilling, almost unique body horror, Heller also loses her aesthetic impulses that made the movie’s first half so compelling and often funny to watch. 

The original source material may be too ambitious to transpose on screen. However, when so much of the movie does work in its opening section, it seems baffling that Nightbitch would lose its most interesting parts in favor of absolute nothingness. But it also seems afraid to commit to one genre or a thematic throughline,to keep us invested. Had it fully leaned into body horror, it could’ve gone in a completely different direction than its massively unconfident script allows. 

Thankfully, Adams always seems to give a damn and represents Mother’s psychological torment intelligently with enough empathy and compassion for the audience to attach themselves to her plight. Her most nail-biting line deliveries are expressed with the energy of a thousand flames (and how her eyes shift in key scenes exacerbates this feeling), alongside voiceover narration that solidifies all of the emotions she can’t express physically. But she’s also frequently outshined by the Snowden twins, who literally steal the spotlight from her and run away with it. 

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They have no shame in doing so, either, with note-perfect comedic timing that balances out their charming, lovable exterior. The cutest kids are usually the most troublesome. Heller understands this inextricable fact and displays it to us for all the world to see. However, she shows an insatiable chemistry between the two that makes it instantly believable that Mother will do anything for her Son, even if it mentally and physically exhausts her. 

All of this is finely presented and depicted with thunderous energy during Nightbitch’s opening half. It’s why it feels so disappointing that Heller never fully commits to either her premise or the themes she lays out, concluding Nightbitch with an admittedly funny coda to an otherwise middling and disappointing affair. It may not be as bad as Heller’s feature directorial debut, but it certainly won’t be remembered as her finest effort, either, especially coming off the heels of her best-ever film. 

Nightbitch releases exclusively in theatres on December 6. 

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‘Project Hail Mary’ Review: Ryan Gosling and a Rock Make Sci-Fi Magic

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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”

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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.

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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.

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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

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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.

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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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