Review: 'Flow' is a gem of a movie, a wordless animated tale of animals breaking down barriers to ensure their survival

The artistry and emotion found in the animated adventure “Flow” is so breathtaking, and seemingly effortless, that it’s only in hindsight that you realize how big a risk director Gints Zilbalodis is taking in this brilliant example of wordless, universal storytelling.

It starts with a cat. The cat doesn’t crack jokes, or walk around on its back paws to simulate human behavior. It’s a cat, and behaves like one. The cat sleeps on a human bed, upstairs in a house surrounded by cat sculptures. This cat’s human, we surmise, is an artist. We also start to realize that this cat’s human, as well as all the other humans, are nowhere to be seen.

Something has happened in this world, of an apocalyptic order. That’s even more clear when a giant wave of water comes rushing toward the house, and the cat has to run to stay above it. The cat starts running alongside a river, trying to avoid a pack of dogs, until the river’s banks are also flooded. 

Eventually, the only hope the cat can find is a boat that floats by on the much higher waters. The cat seeks refuge, but soon finds it’s not the only animal on board. Soon the cat is joined by a lemur, a capybara and a heron — and these animals must, without the ability to speak, reach an understanding that they must work together to find a safe space. And then there are those dogs, who are still out there on the perimeter.

Zilbalodis, a filmmaker from Latvia, wears many hats with this production. In addition to being the director, he co-wrote the script with Matiss Kaza, co-wrote the music with Rihards Zalupe, and is listed as the movie’s editor, cinematographer and art director. Here, he creates a fully realized world, where the humans have vanished and the animals are — once again — trying to adjust to a new normal.

The computer-animated visual style is natural while being impressionistic enough to keep the movie out of the uncanny valley. The animals are fully realized as characters — you can understand their motivations and predicaments, even without dialogue — while behaving precisely the way animals would in these extraordinary circumstances.

“Flow” is a movie that you get completely sucked into as you watch it, then marvel at how it came to exist at all. It’s as pure and as specific as storytelling gets. 

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‘Flow’

★★★★

Opens Friday, December 6, in theaters. Rated PG for peril and thematic elements. Running time: 84 minutes.

Review: 'Nightbitch' is a solid, if sometimes obvious, satire of the constraints of motherhood — but Amy Adams' lead perfomance gives it bite

It’s been a minute since we’ve seen Amy Adams get to make a mark in a leading role — probably back  to “Arrival” in 2016 — so it’s a delight to see her inhabit the frazzled new mom in the satire “Nightbitch” with such full passion.

Adams’ character doesn’t have a name (she’s listed in the credits as “Mother”), which is part of the point of writer-director Marielle Heller’s adaptation of Rachel Yoder’s 2021 comic novel. This stay-at-home mom, who gave up a promising career as an artist to raise her toddler (played by Arleigh Patrick Snowden and Emmett James Snowden), has lost her sense of self-identity, between the “book babies” sessions at the library and endless cooking of hash brown patties for her son’s breakfast. 

She is wary of bonding with the other moms she meets — because she doesn’t understand why she should make friends with women whose only common denominator is having recently given birth. And she finds it difficult to make her husband (Scoot McNairy) understand what she’s going through, especially when he comes home from four-day business trips and doesn’t see why he needs to take on the parenting duties for a night.

And, to top it all off, Adams’ character notices she’s experiencing some weird physical symptoms — like the tuft of hair growing in the small of her back. If she didn’t know better, she’d think she’s starting to turn into a dog. This turns out to be a on-the-nose metaphor for her barely suppressed rage, and a way to dodge the million expectations of so-called “perfect” mothering. (Among other things, she buys a new dog bed, and is delighted to discover that her son falls asleep in it instantly.)

Heller — who gave Melissa McCarthy one of her best roles in “Can You Ever Forgive Me?” and directed Tom Hanks’ turn as Mister Rogers in “A Beautiful Day in the Neighborhood” — gets great comic mileage out of the mother’s exasperation and her dog-provided liberation. She does tend to underline the point a little too heavily, with dialogue that sounds more like an op-ed than a comedy script. 

What makes the movie worth watching is Adams, who makes us feel the weight this mother is carrying — and the the exhilaration she experiences when she discovers this strange new superpower. With Adams leading the pack, “Nightbitch” has a bite as strong as its bark.

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‘Nightbitch’

★★★

Opens Friday, December 6, in theaters. Rated R for language and some sexuality. Running time: 100 minutes. 

Review: 'Moana 2' finds Disney's South Pacific heroine on a new adventure, in a colorful story of connection

It’s no surprise that “Moana 2” builds on the foundation of 2016’s Disney animated adventure “Moana” — but it is a nice surprise how sturdy that foundation is, and how charmingly the new chapter plays out.

Moana (voiced by Auli’i Cravalho) is as we left her after the last movie, working to do right by her ancestors as her island village’s “wayfinder,” seeking to unlock the biggest mystery of the ocean: Why aren’t there other people like Moana and her village on other islands? 

On one such island, Moana — accompanied by her pet pig Pua and her less-than-brainy chicken, Hei Hei (voiced by Alan Tidy) — finds a pottery piece with an unusual marking. This marking shows a mountain and a line of people, and an unknown constellation. Finding this mountain, Moana believes, could help unravel the mystery of where other people are. When Moana is hit by lightning, she has a vision that tells her that she must find other people, or her own village is in danger of extinction.

At a time like this, Moana could sure use her friend Maui (voiced by Dwayne Johnson), the demigod with a magic fishhook and expressive body tattoos. At the moment, Maui is being held captive by the villainous Matangi (voiced by Awhimai Fraser), who’s doing the bidding of the evil god who is laboring to keep the mountain undetected by humans like Moana.

Without Maui available, Moana figures she needs a crew, so she recruits Loto (voiced by Rose Matafeo), the village’s expert boat builder; Moni (voiced by Hualalai Chung), a scribe who is a major Maui superfan; and Kale (voied by David Fane), an elderly farmer who would rather be back on dry land.

Disney-heads will likely know that “Moana 2” was first pitched in 2020 as a TV series for Disney+, and was later retooled as a feature film. It’s to the credit of the directing team — Jason Hand, Dana Ledoux Miller and David G. Derrick Jr., all first-time directors — that the story (the script is by Miller and Jared Bush) feels like a complete narrative. Only in the mid-credit cut scene, in which a character from the first movie is awkwardly re-introduced, does this movie feel the pull of studio-driven franchise concerns.

With a score of new songs (by Abigail Barlow and Emily Bear, Opetaia Foa’i and composer Mark Mancina), the voice cast, led beautifully by Cravalho, captures the doubt and determination Moana feels as she’s called to follow this epic quest. “Moana 2” also deploys Pacific Islander cultural touchstones to bring out a powerful message about the importance of human connection, across oceans and generations.

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‘Moana 2’

★★★1/2

Opens Wednesday, November 27, in theaters everywhere. Rated PG for action/peril. Running time: 100 minutes.

Review: In 'Maria,' director Pablo Larrain completes his trilogy of tragic women, and Angelina Jolie finds in Maria Callas a legend worthy of her

In the melancholy biographical drama “Maria,” director Pablo Larrain and star Angelina Jolie don’t employ prosthetic makeup or other such effects to make the portrayal of the opera diva Maria Callas look convincing. They use the oldest bit of movie magic there is: Having a legend play a legend.

This biography could, in a way, fulfill Larrain’s trilogy of tragic women in 20th century history — after Natalie Portman’s Jacqueline Kennedy in “Jackie” and Kristen Stewart’s Princess Diana in “Spencer.” In those films, as with “Maria,” Larrain and screenwriter Steven Knight (who also wrote “Spencer”) use a brief period in the subject’s life to extrapolate a lifetime of sadness, regret and resilience.

The first scene takes place at the end, on Sept. 16, 1977, when Maria’s cook, Bruna (Alba Rohrwacher), and butler, Ferruccio (Pierfrancesco Favino), find their boss on the floor of her sprawling Paris apartment, dead from a heart attack at age 53. 

Larrain and Knight then backtrack one week. Maria is a faded version of herself, but no less imperious than in her prime. She orders Ferruccio to move her piano from room to room on a whim, even though his doctor has told him to take better care of his sore back. Maria’s doctor (Vincent Macaigne) wants to perform blood tests, which Maria refuses, though they both know what the results will show — that her liver is on the verge of failure after years of prescription drug abuse. She particularly dismisses the doctor’s warning that she should never attempt to sing again.

Though her once-spectacular voice is mostly gone at this point, she maintains the belief that she might again be able to take the stage. Larrain doesn’t present Maria as a Norma Desmond character, deluded that she’s still as alluring as she ever was. But the hope that she might perform again gives her hope, as does the encouragement of her rehearsal accompanist.

Also during this week, Maria permits a reporter (Kodi Smit-McPhee) to interview her in a series of encounters, during which Larrain flashes back to Callas’ first marriage to industrialist Giovanni Battista Meneghini (Alessandro Bressanello) and her affair with the tycoon Aristotle Onassis (Haluk Bilginer) — and how that affair ended, sort of, when Onassis set his sights on the widowed Jacqueline Kennedy. Larrain leaves unresolved the question of whether the interviews are real or imagined, though there’s a big hint in the reporter’s name, Mandrax, which was also a brand name for a sedative Callas was taking at the time.

Larrain moves fluidly from past to present, from memory to fantasy, and from Maria as a 50-something semi-retired Parisian to the glorious La Callas, enrapturing audiences around the world with her pristine voice. It takes a strong actor to keep up with those many facets of Maria Callas’ personality, and Jolie does so with grit and elegance. In fleeting moments does Jolie allow the La Callas mask to slip to reveal the flawed human being underneath, revealing a woman terrified of being passed by, left alone or forgotten — and it’s in those moments that “Maria” crystalizes the full portrait of this regal and flawed icon.

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‘Maria’

★★★1/2

Opens Wednesday, November 27, in theaters; streaming on Netflix starting December 11. Rated R for some language including a sexual reference. Running time: 124 minutes.

Review: In 'Gladiator II,' director Ridley Scott nearly matches the spectacle of his original, but only Denzel Washington can bring the same emotional stakes.

There are few directors alive who can bring the massive sweep and dramatic intimacy of an old-fashioned epic the way Ridley Scott does — and, at 86, we may not get many more opportunities for Scott to deploy those gifts the way he does in the bigger-than-life “Gladiator II.”

If only the emotional stakes of David Scarpa’s screenplay could match the grandeur Scott and his crew bring to this sprawling but slightly distant drama that follows a bit too closely in the sandal-worn footsteps of Scott’s Oscar-winning 2000 predecessor. 

We’re not told much about Hano (played by the Scottish actor Paul Mescal) at the start. We meet him on the eve of battle, a general in the service to an African ruler, Jubartha (Peter Mensah), defending his territory from oncoming naval forces of Rome, circa 200 A.D. He’s married to one of his archers, Arishat (Yuval Gonen), and hold each other’s rings as they prepare to fight.

Unfortunately for Hano, the Roman forces are too massive and too well-equipped to be beaten — and their general, Marcus Acacius (Pedro Pascal), is too savvy a fighter to lose. Many of Hano’s troops are killed, including Arishat. Hano and many of his fighters are captured and put into slavery. For the strong, like Hano, that means training to be a gladiator, killing for the amusement of the Roman mobs and their emperors, twin brothers Geta (Joseph Quinn) and Caracalla (Fred Hechinger). 

Someone notices Hano’s skills, and his pent-up anger. That’s Macrinus, a rich merchant with vast resources and well-disguised motives. The fact that he’s played by Denzel Washington, who’s clearly having a great deal of fun with this garrulous but shrewd character, makes every scene with Macrinus a fascinating watch.

Meanwhile, Marcus Acacius returns home to Rome, weary of pointless battles that do nothing but serve the vanity of the emperors. Acacius has joined with others to plot a coup to overthrow Geta and Caracalla. Among those involved in the coup are an old Roman senator, Gracchus (Derek Jacobi, reprising his role from the first “Gladiator”), and Acacius’ wife, Lucilla (Connie Nielsen).

People who remember the first “Gladiator” can tell you that Lucilla is a key player in the first movie. She was the daughter of the emperor Marcus Aurelius (Richard Harris in the original), sister to the claimant to the throne, Commodus (remember Joaquin Phoenix?) — and lover of the general-turned-gladiator, Maximus (the role that got Russell Crowe his Oscar). Lucilla wonders if Hano could have some connection to Maximus.

Scott, using an array of practical and computer-generated effects, brings the gaudy spectacle of the Colosseum to life most effectively. What’s more, Scott makes it look like he did it the old-fashioned way, the way the old masters like David Lean did, making crowds and fighters and bloodshed look like a cast of thousands are there and not just pixels.

The human element, though, leaves something to be desired. It’s telling that it takes two actors, Quinn and Hechinger, to approximate the levels of insanity and menace that Phoenix achieved all by himself. And Mescal, who can be a strong and sensitive actor (his breakout performance in “Aftersun” being a powerful example), doesn’t bring the same brooding charisma that Crowe had in abundance.

Thankfully, Scott’s eye for the very big picture, and Washington’s skill at gleefully subverting the audience’s expectations are enough to make “Gladiator II” watchable. Are we not entertained? Once again, we are.

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‘Gladiator II’

★★★

Opens Friday, November 22, in theaters everywhere. Rated R for strong bloody violence. Running time: 148 minutes.

Review: 'A Real Pain' pairs an uptight Jesse Eisenberg and a live-wire Kieran Culkin as mismatched cousins on a Polish pilgrimage.

The short synopsis of “A Real Pain” — mismatched cousins touring their Jewish grandmother’s former home of Poland — is insufficient to capture the prickly humor and raw emotion that its stars, Kieran Culkin and Jesse Eisenberg, serve up.

Eisenberg, who wrote and directed, plays David, a New Yorker who is leaving his comfortable life — wife, toddler son, job — for a week on a “heritage tour” of Poland with his cousin, Benjy (Culkin). They are taking this trip to honor their recently deceased grandmother, Dory, who left Poland ahead of the Nazis.

The cousins are a study in contrasts. David is neurotic, worriedly calling from the cab to JFK. David is laidback, chatting happily with the TSA agent and blithely mentioning the marijuana he bought for the trip. Under that charming facade, though, David has his own problems — which emerge as the trip progresses.

David and Benjy are on a tour with several American Jewish tourists (Jennifer Grey is the most recognizable one) and one Jewish convert (Kurt Egyiawan) — a survivor of the Rwandan genocide now living in Canada. Guided by an Oxford scholar (Will Sharpe), the group visits the remnants of Poland’s Jewish community, culminating in a visit to a concentration camp.

The focus of Eissenberg’s story is the conflicted relationship between the cousins. This opens up the film for two outstanding performances. Culkin’s performance dominates from start to finish, as Benjy veers from effusively excited to angry and morose. Eisenberg gives himself the quieter, more reactive role, and he’s brilliant doing it — though he also gives himself a monologue about midway through the movie that is raw and devastating.

“A Real Pain” asks of its characters, and of the audience, some tough questions about how comfortable our lives are, particularly in comparison to what some of our ancestors faced. The answers are funny and thought-provoking, and it’s good that Culkin and Eisenberg are such energized tour guides on this journey.

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‘A Real Pain’

★★★1/2

Opening Friday, November 15, at area theaters. Rated R for language throughout and some drug use. Running time: 89 minutes.

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This review originally appeared on this website on January 20, 2024, when the movie premiered at the 2024 Sundance Film Festival.

Review: 'Red One' is a Christmas action movie with no holiday cheer, overloaded with bad ideas and worse special effects

Dwayne Johnson always looks good in his movies, like chiseled granite — but the movies themselves, and the Christmas action movie “Red One” is as good an example as you’ll get, are more and more becoming bloated and immobile.

The idea that Johnson’s Seven Bucks Productions shingle and director Jake Kasdan (who helmed Johnson through two “Jumanji” movies) are going for here is a mix of jokey action and holiday cheer. What they get instead is a ton of undercooked computer-graphic effects, stock action characters and forced whimsy that is as fake as a plastic Christmas tree.

Johnson plays Callum Drift, commander of the E.L.F. Task Force, the North Pole entity that is essentially the Secret Service detail for Santa Claus (J.K. Simmons). Cal tells the boss, code named “Red One,” that he’s going to retire after this Christmas, because he’s not sure he’s up for the job any more. 

Cal thinks the effort to bring Christmas to children around the world is falling behind, and that this year, for the first time, the naughty list is longer than the nice list. (Some pundit type is going to point to that line in relation to the results of this year’s presidential election and say Hollywood is pontificating again — and I’ll remind you that this movie was supposed to come out last year, before delays ballooned the budget to $250 million.)

Less than two days before Christmas Eve, there’s a security breach and Santa Claus is kidnapped. Callum checks in with Zoe (Lucy Liu), director of a global agency overseeing all mythological activity, to see if they can figure out how someone got through the North Pole’s defenses. Their only lead is a cyber-criminal, a sleazeball mercenary tracker named Jack O’Malley (Chris Evans).

Jack, as we establish in a freakishly unnecessary prologue flashback, has since boyhood known that Santa’s not real. In adulthood, he sells his expertise to the highest bidder, and squanders his money gambling. (How he affords his only-in-movies computer hacking set-up and still drives a broken-down SUV is a mystery the movie never attempts to solve.)

Zoe’s agency nabs Jack and drags him to the North Pole, where he’s confronted by both Callum and Callum’s lieutenant, Garcia — who’s a giant polar bear rendered in not particularly convincing CGI. Jack doesn’t know who hired him to find the secret to penetrating the North Pole’s security, but he knows who hired him. So now Callum and Jack have to become reluctant partners to follow the trail — because that’s how movies like this are supposed to go.

This might be fun if Johnson and Evans had anywhere to go with their characters. Johnson’s Callum is written as if the only instruction was “It’s the Rock, but in Christmas colors.” Evans’ Jack is a mishmash of action-movie cliches: The hungover lowlife who knows computer stuff, plus he’s a deadbeat dad to his son, Dylan (Wesley Kimmel, who’s Jimmy’s nephew). And together these two are going to discover the true spirit of Christmas, not because either of them feel it but because the movie will get a crappy CinemaScore rating without it.

There’s one scene stuck in my head that exemplifies this productions’ wastefulness. It’s when Callum realizes that Santa is in danger, and he’s sent his team to search every room in the complex. At one point, someone checks in from “mistletoe hydroponics.” And Kaadan shows us a guard in a room with plants hanging from trays on shelves lining the walls. They actually built a mistletoe hydroponics room, a space never referenced again in the film, all for a lame joke that could have been dispensed with a line on Callum’s radio. 

The one part of “Red One” that doesn’t completely unravel, amid the bad special effects and lifeless narrative, is when Callum and Jack are in the lair of Krampus, the anti-Christmas demon (played by “Game of Thrones” actor Kristofer Hivju and a lot of prosthetic makeup) — and must play a face-slapping game with the master to escape. That scene has more humor, and genuine feeling, than the rest of “Red One” put together.

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‘Red One’

★1/2

Opens Friday, November 15, in theaters everywhere. Rated PG-13 for action, some violence, and language. Running time: 122 minutes.

Review: 'Heretic' finds fright in the dialogue, setting a dangerous game between Latter-day Saint missionaries and a terrifying Hugh Grant

There are many dangers in horror movies, but the psychological terror of “Heretic” serves up something novel — and I don’t say this in a bad way — by showing a sociopath who’s trying to talk his victims to death.

Two young women, missionaries for The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, are walking their bicycles through a Colorado ski town, trying without success to start conversations about their faith with anyone who passes by. Sister Barnes (Sophie Thatcher) is the more senior of the two, it seems, while Sister Paxton (Chloe East), is the new arrival. This ranking is never stated, but the script by co-directors Scott Beck and Bryan Woods suggests it strongly.

Paxton and Barnes have an address for a likely prospect, so they lock up their bicycles and ring the doorbell as the rain is starting to turn to snow. A man, Mr. Reed (Hugh Grant), answers, and says he’s interested in learning what the missionaries have to say about the Latter-day Saint faith. The missionaries hesitate, citing the rule that they can’t enter a man’s home if a woman isn’t also present. Mr. Reed assures them that his wife is inside, making a blueberry pie.

Once inside, the missionaries begin their well-rehearsed message — what members call “the first discussion” — but Mr. Reed already seems to know a lot more about the Latter-day Saint faith than he was letting on. He even pulls out a large leather-bound volume of the Book of Mormon, with plenty of Post-It notes sticking out from the pages. Paxton and Barnes start thinking they’ve got a good prospect for baptism.

But there’s something off about Mr. Reed, some level of insincerity that the missionaries pick up on. And where’s that wife of his with the blueberry pie?

It doesn’t take long Paxton and Barnes to realize they’re in danger — in fact, in movie terms, they’re pretty sharp on the uptake. But still, they don’t realize their problem until it’s too late, and Mr. Reed is drawing them further inside his labyrinthine house, and into a lesson about Judaism, Christianity and Islam, and what he says he has learned is “the one true religion.”

Beck and Woods, who wrote the nearly wordless “A Quiet Place,” here go the opposite direction, building up tension mostly through dialogue. It’s a smart screenplay, that uses allusions to Monopoly and Radiohead’s “Creep” to make Mr. Reed’s points about comparative religion and gives Paxton and Barnes the grit and intelligence to challenge him — and East (“The Fabelmans”) and Thatcher (“Yellowjackets”) give those characters the courage and grit they need if they want to escape with their lives.

What gives “Heretic” its menace, though, is Hugh Grant, who’s clearly reveling in the villain phase of his career. (See “Paddington 2” and “Dungeons & Dragons: Honor Among Thieves” as other examples.) As Mr. Reed, Grant deploys the shambling charms of his “Notting Hill”/“Four Weddings and a Funeral” days, then twists our expectations into something devilish. It’s a captivating performance, one that lifts “Heretic” to the heights of unbearable tension.

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‘Heretic’

★★★1/2

Opens Friday, November 8, in theaters everywhere. Rated R for some bloody violence. Running time: 110 minutes.