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A HOUSE OF DYNAMITE: a master filmmaker reminds us of the terrifyingly plausible

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Photo caption: Rebecca Ferguson in A HOUSE OF DYNAMITE. Courtesy of Netflix.

In Kathryn Bigelow’s thoughtful nail-biter A House of Dynamite, a ballistic missile armed with a nuclear warhead is on its way to annihilate an American city. American military and national security officials have only minutes to act. That’s a terrifying scenario, and Bigelow knows that portraying it in exacting, realistic detail is very, very scary. She also forces the audience to undertake an intellectual exercise, thinking through What would I do?

All of us Americans – and all the Russian people – understand that if Russia were to launch a nuclear strike on the US, that the US would then automatically retaliate and destroy the military and economic capacity of Russia, along with most of its residents.  And vice-versa.  In that case, all the decision-makers know the procedures to implement, already carefully thought out in advance.

But what happens if we don’t know WHO has fired a nuclear warhead at us?  That very central ambiguity would make decisions very much NOT automatic.

Most of us know that the US President is shadowed by a military officer carrying a briefcase (“the football”) that contains the codes authorizing nuclear warfare.  Some of us know that select officials would be evacuated to nuke-proof bunkers. And that, in the event our top 36 leaders are wiped out at once, there’s a 37th person designated to take command. Here, Bigelow takes us inside to show us what all this would actually look like.

Most of the national security chain of command is highly trained to dal with the situations that the rest of see only as vague contingencies.  These folks know exactly what their responsibilities are and what to do.  Of course, they are human, and they recognize the consequences of the actions that they are trained to take and the impacts those situations will have on their loved ones.  I’m talking here about the National Security staff in the situation room, the top military commanders, the folks tasked with launching defensive missiles from their silos and that young guy carrying “the football”,  

But the President and Defense Secretary (try for a moment to forget the current occupants of those offices), press aides and others in the government probably don’t have that background, and must deal with a broadband of topics. With just an orientation briefing when they took office, they would essentially be thinking all this through for the first time, like the rest of us.

Bigelow also reminds us that a crisis may occur when we’re on vacation, running late to work, at some forgettable photo op, or when our spouse is taking the feverish kid to the doctor.  Civil War re-enactments have their value, but juxtaposed with an impending nuclear holocaust… Time waits for no one, as they say.

Idris Elba in A HOUSE OF DYNAMITE. Courtesy of Netflix.

Idris Elba and Jared Harris are superb as the President and Defense Secretary, plunged into a crisis they would never, never have chosen to address.  As the national security and military pros, Rebecca Ferguson, Jason Clarke, Tracey Letts and Anthony Ramos are similarly excellent.

We see so many national security thrillers with ridiculously implausible plots (The Diplomat and Hostage are recent examples) that it’s both welcome and bracing to see a screenplay so realistic. Bigelow gets everything right, down to how female decision-makers in DC wear comfy shoes to the office and change into dress shoes after passing though the metal detector.

I love movies that tell their stories in real time. Here, the key part of the story is only seven minutes long, so Bigelow tells it again and again from the perspective of different characters.

Along with being the first woman to win the Best Director Oscar, Kathryn Bigelow (K-19: The Widowmaker, The Hurt Locker, Zero Dark Thirty) may be our greatest national security filmmaker ever.  A House of Dynamite is thoughtful, chilling and one of the Best Movies of 2025 – So Far.

A House of Dynamite is in theaters and begins streaming on Netflix this Friday. The immersive experience of a movie theater was great for A House of Dynamite; if you’re streaming it at home on Netflix at home, turn off the lights in the room, crank up the volume on the TV and silence the notifications on your phone.

ONE BATTLE AFTER ANOTHER: sometimes hilarious, sometimes thrilling, always outrageous

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Photo caption: Leonardo DiCaprio in ONE BATTLE AFTER ANOTHER. Courtesy of Warner Bros.

It’s been a while since I’ve seen a movie so over-the-top as Paul Thomas Anderson’s broad satire One Battle After Another. It’s sometimes hilarious, sometimes thrilling and always outrageous.

Leonardo DiCaprio stars as Bob, the tinkering bomb-maker in French 75, a group of far-left revolutionaries led by Perfidia (Teyana Taylor), charismatic and oversexed and too in love with her own badass flamboyance. Sure enough, once they piss off the nation’s repressive law enforcement establishment, French 75 is destined to go the way of the Weather Underground and the Symbionese Liberation Army. In a shock-and-awe campaign led by Colonel Stephen J. Lockjaw (Sean Penn), the revolutionaries are all neutralized or driven underground. Bob is able to get away and hide out under a new identity with Perfidia’s newborn daughter Willa.

The story resumes sixteen years later, with Bob and Willa living in a Northern California forest cabin. Bob is still a stoner underachiever, but he’s a devoted dad, and Willa (Chase Infiniti) has blossomed into a young woman of uncommon intelligence and curiosity. Suddenly, Lockjaw leads a military assault team to capture them, and the two are off on a two-hour race for their lives. When they become separated, Bob, despite his sparse hero skills, tenaciously tries to find her. Why has Lockjaw reappeared after sixteen years? He has his reasons, which I won’t spoil.

Paul Thomas Anderson, whose best movies are Boogie Nights and There Will Be Blood, has a body of work that ranges from the super-serious (The Master) to the silly (Inherent Vice). But his movies are always character-driven and always centered in empathy – we understand what makes his characters tick. In this case, he celebrates the resilience of his protagonists.

What I haven’t seen before from Anderson are the violent attacks and white-knuckle chases that we see in more conventional Hollywood thrillers. Anderson delivers here, with a movie that’s chock-filled with exciting set pieces. The final chase on an up-and-down road called the Texas Dip outside Borrego Springs, California, is spectacular. Is this a political satire embedded in a thriller, or the other way around?

And about that broad satire – principal photography took place in the first seven months of 2024, before Trump’s election and before his second-term weaponization of ICE and attempt to inflict martial law upon American cities. It’s chilling that reality is now mirroring what Anderson, as he was writing the screenplay, must have thought was far-fetched.

From the get-go, Anderson paints the government forces as fascist and white supremacist. But he skewers the wacko far-left as well. One of the scenes with the revolutionaries is as funny as the Liberation Front/Splinter scene in Monty Python’s Life of Brian.

Leonardo DiCaprio is a huge movie star who can carry a romantic drama (Titanic) or an action adventure (The Revenant) and, hell, play Jay Gatsby or Romeo. Here, his Bob shambles along, often terrified and klutzy, and none too strategic. It’s to DiCaprio’s credit that he turned down what became the righteous Jesse Plemons role in Killers of the Flower Moon to play a dumbass. And, again in One Battle After Another, he is racing for survival, always seemingly one step too slowly. It’s a fantastic, anti-Tom Cruise performance.

Sean Penn in ONE BATTLE AFTER ANOTHER. Courtesy of Warner Bros.

Penn’s Lockjaw is the most demented military character in the movies since Brigadier General Jack D. Ripper (Sterling Hayden) in Dr. Strangelove. As perverse and perverted as he is, you have to acknowledge his epic relentlessness. Penn is able to humanize the awful Lockjaw with his vulnerabilities – sexual and social-climbing yearnings that control him.

Chase Infiniti, in her first feature film, gives us a Willa with the latent ferocity of her mom, but with more grounding, discipline and self-awareness. More of Chase Inifiniti, please.

Chase Infiniti in ONE BATTLE AFTER ANOTHER. Courtesy of Warner Bros.

Teyana Taylor dominates the first chapter of One Battle After Another, with Perfidia’s stunning charisma and power. Benicio Del Toro and Regina King are excellent as two of Bob’s rescuers. Eric Schweig, an actor I’ve admired since The Last of the Mohicans (1992), shows up in a small but key role.

One Battle After Another has a Metacritic rating of 95. Although I’ve been singing its praises here, I initially found it a little too long for something so bombastic. Since then, I’ve thought about it more, and have placed it higher on my list of the Best Movies of 2025. Anyway, it’s so well-crafted and unusually outrageous that it’s a Must See.

ACT OF VIOLENCE: stunned into terror and self-loathing

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Van Heflin (right) in ACT OF VIOLENCE

You could argue that Act of Violence is the single most underrated film noir, because a story of moral relativity and situational ethics is told as a thrilling man hunt, with two career-topping performances and a starkly photographed nighttime chase through Los Angeles’ seamy Bunker Hill. Just like the top tier films in the film noir canon, Act of Violence has it all. I’m writing about it today because it’s playing on on Turner Classic Movies on Friday night, and it’s not available to stream.

WW II vet Frank Enley (Van Heflin) is a successful developer with a new bride and baby, popular and prominent in his community.  Then, the sunny prosperity of the postwar boom – and Frank Enley’s life – is shattered by the arrival of Joe Parker (Robert Ryan), a guy with a trench coat, a limp and an obsession. Parker’s limp is only the physical manifestation of a psychological wound from the war. While in the same Nazi prisoner of war camp, Frank took an action that Parker believes cost the lives of their buddies. Parker has come to town to kill Frank as retribution.

In the extremity of a Nazi prisoner of war camp, Frank was faced by a situation with no good choices; he knows (correctly) that few in 1949 America will be able to see his action in that context. Because he would instantly lose his standing in the community, he can’t call the police. Now Frank is plunged into both the terror of being killed and self-loathing because he thinks he deserves it,

Frank flees in a panic, going underground in Bunker Hill, a far cry from Frank’s bright, well-tended suburb. Dazed by the position he finds himself in, Frank tries drinking, but there isn’t enough booze in LA to quell his terror. He encounters the world-weary prostitute Pat (Mary Astor), who hides him in her apartment while she figures out how to bleed some money from him; she connects him with a couple predatory bottom-feeders (Barry Kroeger and Taylor Holmes) who may be more heartless and lethal than Joe. All the time, Joe Parker is closing in, right up to the unpredictable climax.

There’s no question that Ryan’s Joe Parker is the villain here, but you can make the case that it’s Frank Enley who committed the unforgiveable and that Joe is the avenging angel, here to deliver justice.

Remarkably versatile for a leading man, Van Heflin was so good in war movies (Battle Cry) and westerns (Shane, 3:10 to Yuma) and corporate drama (Patterns). He may have been his best in classic film noir (Johnny Eager, The Kid Glove Killer, The Strange Love of Martha Ivers, Possessed, The Prowler and East Side, West Side) and the neo-noir Once a Thief. Underrated in his lifetime and overlooked today, Heflin was naturally relatable (but very scary in The Prowler and Once a Thief). Topped by his staircase scene with Janet Leigh and his wild stumble to Pat’s apartment, Heflin captures all of Frank’s stunned desperation and self loathing despair; in my book, Heflin never surpassed his performance in Act of Violence.

Mary Astor in ACT OF VIOLENCE

Mary Astor was one of the very most beautiful humans as a teenager, and was 35 when she played the alluring Brigid O’Shaughnnessy in The Maltese Falcon. Astor was 42 when she made Act of Violence, and she looked the part Pat, with all of the mileage on her, without any vanity, . Capturing all of Pat’s exhaustion, cynicism and ambivalence, Act of Violence rates with The Maltese Falcon as Astor’s finest performance.

Pat’s sordid apartment and the grimy joint where she drinks and picks up customers seem so much farther from Frank’s well-trimmed suburb than the actual distance of a few miles. It’s a milieu that has worn out Pat, and she knows it; she’s about to move and try another town.

Pat’s sense of morality is flexible. What she does for a living is illegal although it’s a victimless crime. She tries to milk as much money out of each man she meets. But she has her limits; she’s ok with bleeding some money from a rich guy like Frank, but, while she might tolerate fraud or blackmail, she won’t countenance murder.

Ryan’s single-minded, relentless and cruel Joe Parker would be the best thing in most movies, but the performances by Heflin and Astor are for the ages. Ryan is off-screen for the most chilling moment in the film, when Pat, holding the telephone receiver, relays Joe’s reaction to Frank’s buyoff offer.

Van Heflin and Janet Leigh in ACT OF VIOLENCE

Frank’s wife is played by a 21-year-old Janet Leigh, in only her second year of screen acting. Leigh is excellent as a fresh-faced, naive young woman who could never have imagined the situation she faces now.

Barry Kroeger and Taylor Holmes really elevate Act of Violence with their supporting turns. Kroeger’s shark-like grin is very scary, and Holmes is an even more venal lawyer (disbarred this time) than the one he played in Kiss of Death.

Van Heflin, Mary Astor and Barry Kroeger in ACT OF VIOLENCE

Act of Violence came early in the career of director Fred Zinnemann, who had debuted impressively with The Kid Glove Killer and was only four years away from his masterpiece, High Noon. As an A-lister, he went on to direct iconic films like From Here to Eternity, Oklahoma! and A Man for All Seasons, garnering seven Best Director Oscar nominations and winning for The Sundowners. Another thriller, The Day of the Jackal, is my personal favorite Zinnemann film.

Cinematographer Robert Surtees’ remarkably varied body of work included Oklahoma!, Ben-Hur, PT 109, Mutiny on the Bounty, The Collector, The Graduate and The Last Picture Show. Surtees was not known as a noir DP, but he brought out all the obsession, desperation and shabbiness of this story. No one ever lit and photographed Bunker Hill any better.

Van Heflin in ACT OF VIOLENCE

Robert L. Richards (Winchester ’73) adapted the screenplay from a story by Collier Young.

Remember, you can’t stream Act of Violence, so make sure to DVR it this Friday on Turner Class Movies. 

Van Heflin in ACT OF VIOLENCE

DRONE: stalked by a mystery

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Photo caption: Marion Barbeau in DRONE. Courtesy of Frameline.

Émilie (Marion Barbeau) is stalked through Paris by a mysterious drone, in Drone, a thriller that explores issues of privacy and the male gaze. A magnificent 4-minute opening sequence, introduces us to the vulnerability caused by the voyeur drone. Émilie is funding her architecture studies by working as a cam girl, a situation where she is physically detached and in control of her male customers. But there is no detachment or control whenever the paranoia-inducing drone suddenly appears.

There are exhilarating set pieces in a parking garage, a motorcycle chase and an abandoned factory, as writer-director Simon Bouisson and cinematographer Ludovic Zulli keep their drone camera in pursuit of the story’s stalker drone. In his first theatrical feature, Bouisson keeps the tension pounding, all the way to the ingenious ending.

Marion Barbeau in DRONE. Courtesy of Frameline.

Émilie is a recent architecture graduate from Lilles who has earned a high-powered fellowship in Paris. As her fellowship project, she chooses an adaptive reuse of an abandoned factory. Of course, even without the drone, we would fear for Émilie’s safety as she wanders around the dark, creepy, abandoned factory and takes long solo jogs through the city at night.

Who is flying the drone? Is it a camgirl customer who has hacked the firewall? Is it her toxic male classmate? Or her swaggering, entitled boss? Or, perhaps most terrifying, nobody at all?

Émilie is relationship-shy, but reluctantly intrigued by a DJ. Will the budding romance put both women in drone-jeopardy?

Marion Barbeau, a former ballet dancer, is superb as Émilie. Émilie, so vulnerable throughout the movie, is remarkably strong and determined, which lifts Drone above the ordinary woman-in-peril genre. Barbeau is able to project Émilie’s fundamental badassness.

I’ve listed Drone in the special Festival Films category of my Best Movies of 2025 – So Far. I screened Drone for Frameline (where it was my favorite film), and I’ll let you know when it has a theatrical or VOD release in the US.

SEW TORN: a thriller like none you’ve seen before

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Photo caption: Eve Connolly in SEW TORN. Courtesy of Vertigo Releasing.

Sew Torn is the first thriller (or movie) I’ve seen where the main character’s day job isn’t detective or writer or architect, but mobile seamstress. Barbara (Eve Connolly) is a seamstress and her super power is rigging Rube Goldberg solutions with needle and thread to face any emergency situation. It doesn’t take long before she’s entangled in a fight to the death between two gangs of crooks, and we’re asking just what are we watching here?

We’re watching a compelling thriller, a genre film with a gimmick, albeit a sui generis gimmick, and it’s the calling card of its talented auteur. Writer-director Freddy MacDonald made the first version of Sew Torn as a 6-minute short while in high school, which led him to being accepted as the youngest ever Directing Fellow at the AFI Conservatory. After winning a student academy award, he and his father Fred MacDonald worked the screenplay of Sew Torn into a feature. Freddy MacDonald has yet to turn 25.

Both Barbara and Joshua (Caleb Worthy), a young hood embroiled in the gangland shootout, need to escape from the domination of their parents. Barbara’s mother is dead, but Barbara, struggling with depression, is trapped living her mother’s life. Joshua’s father (a bloodcurdling John Lynch) is very much alive and threatening the survival of everyone he encounters.

Barbara is glum and passive, and sure doesn’t look like the hero of a thriller, until she whips out a spool and a thimble to MacGyver herself out of a lethal jam.

There’s a surprise in the construction of the story, which I won’t spoil, except to say that it involves the reimagining of outcomes. You’ve certainly never seen this movie before.

I saw Sew Torn at the SLO Film Fest, where it won the Best Narrative Feature. After a successful festival run that began with a debut at SXSW, Sew Torn is available to stream on Amazon, AppleTV and YouTube.

MAN ON THE TRAIN: an unlikely bonding

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Photo caption: Jean Rochefort and Johnny Hallyday in MAN ON THE TRAIN.

The engrossing 2002 French drama Man on the Train centers on portraits of two very different men, and, ultimately, an unexpected male bonding. There’s a thriller ending because each man has been moving to his separate pivotal, life-or-death moment.

The titular character (Johnny Hallyday), whose name we come to learn is Milan, arrives in a small provincial town, and his accommodations fall through. The local literature teacher Manesquier (Jean Rochefort) insists on putting him up for the night. Milan, a very private man of fewer than few words, accepts the favor only reluctantly. He’s a solitary guy anyway, and he’s keeping a low profile because his local business matter is illegal. Manesquier, who lives a lonely bachelor existence, has a lot to say and no one to say it to. He is delighted to have someone to share company, and he is even more fascinated when he discovers that Milan is a career criminal.

Driven by Manesquier’s curiosity, and against Milan’s initial wishes, the two get to know each other. We know that the clock is ticking for one man, but we don’t appreciate that it my be ticking for both.

Man on the Train works so well because of the casting and the performances.

Jean Rochefort was a chameleonic fixture in French cinema. Man on the Train was Rochefort’s 130th movie at age 72, and he would go on to make 36 more. I recently wrote of Rochefort’s performance forty years before as a particularly amoral character with a reptilian smugness in Symphony for a Massacre.

Johnny Hallyday, in contrast, was not most well-known as a screen actor, but as a pop singer, the French Elvis. Ironically, Hallyday’s first film was as a child in the suspense classic Diabolique, which also was his best film; like Elvis Presley, Hallyday dabbled in an indifferent movie career. Halliday made 78 music videos with Johnny Hallyday in the title. He was known as a hard-living tabloid celebrity. When he made Man on the Train, Hallyday was 59 and had some serious mileage on him. Yet, his magnetism is compelling in Man on the Train.

Man on the Train was directed by Patrice Leconte (Monsieur Hire, The Widow of St. Pierre, The Suicide Shop).

Man on a Train can be streamed from Amazon, AppleTV, Fandango and YouTube.

THE WHISTLERS: walking a tightrope of treachery

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Photo caption: Catrinel Marlon and Vlad Ivanov in THE WHISTLER. Courtesy of Magnolia Pictures.

In the absorbing crime thriller The Whistlers, Cristi (Vlad Ivanov) is a shady Romanian cop who is lured into a dangerous plot by the rapturously sexy Gilda (Catrinel Marlon) and the promise of a fortune. A lethal Spanish mafia is planning a Perfect Crime to recover the loot stolen by Gilda and her Romanian partner, Zsolt. Only Zslot knows where the treasure is, and he’s been jailed by Cristi’s colleagues. To beat the omnipresent surveillance of Romanian state security, Cristi is sent to La Gomera, an island in the Spanish Canary Islands to learn a whistling language.

A whistling language? Indeed, residents of La Gomera can communicate by whistling in code. The language is called Silbo Gomera and it was already being used in ancient Roman times. The whistling can be heard for up to two miles, which allows the locals to communicate across the impassable ravines on the mountainous island.

The plan to spring Zsolt depends on Cristi learning Silbo Gomera and then implementing an intricate plan in which nothing can go wrong. Even if the plan goes right, Cristi and Gilda run the very real risk of being killed by the pitiless Spanish mafia or by the corrupt and unaccountable Romanian cops. Cristi and Gilda are walking a tightrope of treachery.

Vlad Ivanov in THE WHISTLERS. Courtesy of Magnolia Pictures.

The Whistlers is written and directed by Corneliu Porumboiu, who is a master of the deadpan. Two of his earlier films became art house hits in the US, 12:08 East of Bucharest and Police, Adjective. Both of those films explored fundamental corruption in Romanian society as a legacy of the communist era..

Cristi is played by Romanian actor Vlad Ivanov. Ivanov is best known for the Romanian masterpiece 4 Days, 3 Weeks and 2 Days, in which he played one of cinema’s most repellent characters – Mr. Bebe, the sexual harassing abortionist. American audiences have also seen Ivanov’s performances in Police, Adjective and Snowpiercer.

Ivanov excels in playing Everyman piñatas, which serves him well in The Whistlers. Ivanov delivered a tour de force in the 2019 Cinequest film Hier, as a man more and more consumed by puzzles, and increasingly perplexed, dogged, battered and exhausted.

For The Whistlers to work, Catrinel Marlon must make Gilda quick-thinking and gutsy, and she pulls it off. She is very good, as is Rodica Lazar as Cristi’s coldly ruthless boss Magda.

This is a Romanian film with dialogue in Romanian, English, Spanish and, of course, whistling. The Whistlers, a top notch crime thriller, can be streamed from Amazon, AppleTV, YouTube and Fandango – and it’s currently included with Max.

THE DOG: obsession and desperation in Mombasa

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Alexander Karim in THE DOG. Courtesy of Cinequest.

The electrifying thriller The Dog follows a classic neo-noir premise. MZ (Alexander Karim), a low level hood, is assigned to drive the call girl, Kadzo (Catherine Muthoni), and he falls for her – against the explicit instructions of their employer and advice from Kadzo herself. To stake a new start for them in a faraway land, he reaches for the big score. Desperation results. What’s unusual about The Dog is that it’s exceptionally exciting and that it’s set in Mombasa, Kenya.

In his quest to make a quick fortune, MZ tries to cash in on a tip about a drug deal. When that goes awry, he finds himself owing a huge debt to Saddam (Caroline Midimo), one of Mombasa’s crime matriarchs. He then tries working with Saddam’s rival Ainea (Veronica Mwaura). MZ takes more and more risks as he get more deeply entangled with the two godmothers. All the way, he’s just one double cross away from disappointing the last people he’ll ever disappoint.

There’s a wonderful low-speed tuk tuk chase (on three-wheel taxis) through Mombasa’s open air markets, street performers and herds of goats. And there’s another unforgettable scene that will be particularly uncomfortable for male audience members.

The Dog matches up well to Howard Hawks’ definition of a great movie – three great scenes and no bad ones“. My FOUR nominations for the three great scenes:

  • a big spender who owes MZ money brings him to his home;
  • Kadzo has MZ film her latest video ad, and he watches her at her sexiest through her cellphone camera.
  • Kadzo explains that she is not asking anyone to save her;
  • MZ faces his reckoning,

The Swedish-born Alexander Karim is superb as MZ. MZ works out to maintain a physicality that intimidates johns and debtors, but he knows his place in the crime hierarchy and grovels before the godmothers; when he screws up, he knows the consequences and moves directly into desperate terror. Alexander Karim has worked in lots of Scandanavian films (so he must be familiar with Nordic Noir) and appeared in Gladiator II.

Catherine Muthoni in THE DOG. Courtesy of Cinequest.

Catherine Muthoni is very good as Kadzo. This may be a neo-noir, but Kadzo isn’t a manipulative femme fatale – it’s only MZ who drives himself to his fate. Midimo and Mwaura are wonderful as the two crime bosses. Watch for how matter-of-factly Midimo dons Saddam’s eyeglasses in the most extreme scene.

The Dog is brilliantly directed, and edited. The director is Alexander’s Ugandan-born brother Baker Karim, who is also based in Sweden. That makes The Dog a Swedish movie, although it has every appearance of a Kenyan film.

I screened The Dog for my coverage of Cinequest.

THE CRITIC: who’s on top now?

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Photo caption: Ian McKellen and Gemma Arterton in THE CRITIC. Courtesy of Greenwich Entertainment.

The cynical thriller The Critic is set a hundred years ago, when print media was king. Jimmy (Ian McKellen) is the chief drama critic for a low-brow, mass circulation London newspaper. He’s had the job for forty years, and he sees his job as entertaining the readership with his savage reviews, using a vast vocabulary he knows is above the readers’ grasp. Jimmy’s longevity and prominence has made his voice powerful; he could be expected to sometimes act with mercy and responsibility, but he never does.

Protected by his longtime publisher, Jimmy has become very entitled, and he enjoys perks that exceed the station of a newspaper writer, however erudite. He doesn’t appreciate that others may be put off by his day-drinking, capricious cruelty and general arrogance. His boss’ authority as an aristocrat has also protected Jimmy from the police persecution of homosexuals and from blackmail.

Then the boss dies, and his straitlaced, sexually repressed son (Jeremy Strong) inherits his title and his newspaper. Jimmy’s invulnerability evaporates. Desperate to regain what he stands to lose, Jimmy resorts to blackmail himself. Unpredicted life and death consequences unfold.

Ian McKellen in THE CRITIC. Courtesy of Greenwich Entertainment.

Is Jimmy really an unredeemable prick? Will he get his due? The Critic is all about the character of Jimmy, which Ian McKellen plays with gusto and nuance. Watching McKellen is a delicious treat.

The other characters exist to move the plot along for Jimmy, but Strong and the other actors (Gemma Arterton, Aldred Enoch) are very good, and Lesley Manville is perfect, once again.

The Critic is streaming on Amazon, AppleTV, YouTube and Fandango.

CONCLAVE: explosive secrets? in the Vatican?

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Photo caption: Ralph Fiennes (front) in CONCLAVE. Courtesy of Focus Features.

In the satisfying thriller Conclave, the pope dies and all the cardinals gather in the Vatican to elect a new pope. Cardinal Lawrence (Ralph Fiennes) has the responsibility for organizing and presiding over the election.

Cardinals may be princes of the Church, but they arrive like other business travelers; they’re towing their rolling luggage, obligingly going through the metal detector and huddling outdoors for a quick last smoke. They are put up in surprisingly spare Vatican rooms (far less adorned than a suite in a Courtyard by Marriott). The nun who is the pope’s household manager (Isabella Rossellini) imports a battalion of nuns to cook for and serve the cardinals.

Lawrence has to keep pivoting as weird things begin to happen. There’s a rumored secret report that no one can find. A noisy midnight fracas erupts in one of the cardinals’ rooms. There’s a earthquake-like rumbling noise outside. And a cardinal arrives who no one had known about, having been secretly appointed by the late pope.

Now can you call a movie with septuagenarians padding about in embroidered robes a “thriller”? You bet. Plot twists fall like dominoes, all the way up to an absolutely unpredictable gobsmack of an ending. Conclave’s screenplay was adapted from Robert Harris’ novel.

Of course, this setting is perfect for conspiracies and cover-ups. The Vatican has been mastering clandestine intrigue for over a millennium.

The story is perfectly paced by director Edward Berger, whose last film, All Quiet on the Western Front, was nominated for nine Oscars and won four. Conclave, too, is award-worthy – Berger fills the screen with stunning images: the white-mitred cardinals listening to a homily, the cardinals in their richly red robes arrayed behind tables in the Sistine Chapel, and a flock of white umbrellas being carried across a Vatican plaza.

The cast is first-rate, led by Fiennes, whom The Wife pointed out is in every scene. His Lawrence is a product of more liberal modern times, yet pragmatic about what changes are possible in the hidebound institution. Lawrence loyally carries our his duties to the Church while undergoing his own internal crisis of faith.

Isabella Rossellini’s nun is formidably fierce and tightly restrained (until she isn’t). Stanley Tucci is excellent as a respected idealogue who strains to cover up his own brittleness. John Lithgow, as one of the most ambitious cardinals, exudes oleaginous sanctimoniousness. Lucian Msamati projects the jolly confidence of a man who expects to become the first African pope. I especially admired Sergio Castellitto’s performance as a reactionary papal candidate; the character could easily have been portrayed as a cartoonish villain, but Castellitto’s unrelenting charm offensive and his gregarious energy make him a credible challenger to the others.

The newly discovered cardinal is played by Carlos Diehz in his first feature film. Diehz emanates a profound, magnetic sincerity. There is no movie here without Diehz’ quiet gravitas.

Conclave is the first big Oscar-bait movie of the 2024 Holiday season, and it will earn both popularity and prestige.