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The Rule of Jenny Pen movie review (2025) | Roger Ebert
Usually, horror movies that exploit elderly actors for shock value are about women. In every way but that one, “The Rule of Jenny Pen” is a hagsploitation picture—even the title, with a few small tweaks, could qualify. (On an alternate timeline, “Who Rules, Jenny Pen?,” starring Shelley Winters and Tallulah Bankhead, is a classic of the subgenre.) The film stars two well-known thespians in their golden years, John Lithgow (born 1945) and Geoffrey Rush (born 1951), in melodramatic roles that highlight the grotesque horror of the aging process. Lithgow even prances around singing a children’s song, which is terrifying because he’s old.
This is all in good fun, of course. At the same time, “Jenny Pen” deals with some very serious (some might even say traumatic) subjects, sticking its finger into the open wounds of medical gaslighting, elder abuse, and sexual abuse—both of children and of elderly women—and wiggling it around a little. Combined with the handsome cinematography and artful direction, the effect is very Ari Aster, especially when an old man randomly burns to death at the beginning of the film.
Aster is contemporary cinema’s greatest troll, and “Jenny Pen” director James Ashcroft is going for something similarly mischievous here. And when “Jenny Pen” locks in, it succeeds, which is to say that it glues you to your seat and makes you want to leave the theater (or shut it off, if you’re watching on Shudder) at the same time. Too often, however, Ashcroft crudely shifts between black comedy and disturbing violence, rather than accomplishing the more difficult task of combining the two into one nauseating, yet undeniably thrilling sensation.
Like Joan Crawford and Bette Davis in “What Ever Happened to Baby Jane?,” Lithgow and Rush are a mismatched pair of unpleasant personalities. Stefan (Rush) is a respected (and seemingly friendless) New Zealand judge who’s confined to a wheelchair after suffering a stroke in the opening scene. (He’s in court delivering the sentence on a child abuse case, because “Jenny Pen” always defaults to upsetting.) Stefan is also a condescending dickhead, rude to his roommate at the nursing home (George Henare) and contemptuous of the mostly female care staff. Dave (Lithgow), meanwhile, is the Baby Jane of the piece, kooky and demented and more dangerous than he looks.
Longtime resident Dave has turned Royale Pine Mews into his personal fiefdom, terrorizing his compatriots every night after lights out and manipulating the staff into enforcing his will. Refuse to bend the knee and lick the titular doll’s asshole—no, really; that’s the phrasing used, and the physical act demanded, in the movie—and you might find yourself “dying in your sleep.” The scenes where Dave tortures his fellow residents are alarming, as sadistic displays of dominance over helpless people ought to be. Where it gets weird is when shots of those same minor characters, many of whom are in various stages of dementia, are played for laughs later on.
Is this a nightmare, or a joke? For most of its runtime, “Jenny Pen” plays like a nightmare, as Stefan’s dilemma deepens and his body deteriorates in turn. By the end of the movie, he’s barely able to keep food in his mouth, and again the void between sympathizing with this character—he’s also a jerk, remember—and reveling in his suffering is incredibly loud. So it goes that Lithgow and Rush end up in a cartoonish physical confrontation towards the end of the movie, the camera placed inches from their noses for maximum carnivalesque effect.
A big part of “Jenny Pen’s” appeal is in Lithgow’s casting. Everybody loves when this mild-mannered man acts totally over-the-top evil, and Lithgow obliges in pants pulled up to his chest and a creepy baby-doll puppet on one hand. His New Zealand accent isn’t terribly convincing, however, and there are times when he honestly could go bigger, given the type of movie that this is. Or is this that type of movie—you know, a campy, unserious one?
The obsession with pee suggests that it is. The pathos of Henare’s character, a Maori retired footballer, trying and failing to perform a haka in the rest-home cafeteria suggests that it isn’t. Combining these modes is very much possible, and “Jenny Pen” finds the balance often enough that the joke does ultimately land. It could hit harder, however, were its impact not diluted by the overly long runtime and uneven tone. For a movie that undercuts itself for its own amusement, however, intermittently successful is pretty good.
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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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Dan Webster reviews “WTO/99”
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.
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.
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
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.
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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