Black Phone 2

Director: Scott Derrickson
Starring: Mason Thames, Madeleine McGraw, Ethan Hawke, Demián Bichir, Jeremy Davies, Miguel Mora, Arianna Rivas, Anna Lore, Graham Abbey, Maev Beaty, James Ransone
Running Time: 114 min.
Rating: R

★★★ (out of ★★★★)    

To its credit, Black Phone 2 doesn't take the easy way out, with director Scott Derrickson resisting the urge to retrace the steps of his creepy original by instead taking things in an entirely different direction. No longer working from Joe Hill's short story on which the first film was based, it utilizes the author's idea for a follow-up, creating a worthy next chapter that expands the Grabber's universe beyond what we previously assumed. Echoing themes from A Nightmare on Elm Street while incorporating a frigid, desolate setting that recalls The Shining, it leans further into the supernatural by suggesting death was just the beginning for this killer looking to finish what he started.

Most horror films avoid fleshing out a backstory for their villain since it's difficult coming up with an idea that doesn't diminish our fear of the unknown. Here, Derrickson takes a risk by actually giving evil a name and past while the surviving characters he terrorized struggle to move past their trauma. And now that he's phoning back from beyond, there's no choice but to answer, as the lines separating dreams from reality get even blurrier. 

It's 1982 and four years have passed since Finney Blake (Mason Thames) killed his abductor, the masked murderer known as the Grabber (Ethan Hawke). Burying his emotional pain by constantly fighting at school, younger sister Gwen (Madeleine McGraw) is having nightmares about a series of brutal murders that took place at Alpine Lake Camp in 1957, where their deceased mother once worked as a counselor. Despite dad Terrence's (Jeremy Davies) objections, she obsesses over finding answers, convincing Finney and classmate Ernesto (Miguel Mora) to travel with her to the camp. 

Upon arriving, a blizzard traps the three there with camp supervisor Armando (Demián Bichir), his niece Mustang (Arianna Rivas) and skeptical employees Kenneth (Graham Abbey) and Barbara (Maev Beaty) But when mysterious calls start coming from an abandoned, inoperative pay phone and Gwen's disturbing nightmares worsen, they realize the Grabber may have been responsible for the 1952 murders of those  campers. Only he's back, entering Gwen's dreams to get revenge on Finney. To stop him they'll need to locate the victims' bodies, in the process uncovering frightening truths about the Grabber's past. 

While the last film took place almost entirely within the confines of a darkened basement and revolved around a simple, straightforward premise, it did have an unmistakable look and feel Derrickson used to invoke a sense of oncoming dread. Here, his sequel ups the ante, and if it's become a running joke that horror killers never really die, he and co-writer C. Robert Cargill use this to their advantage, concocting a clever way to resurrect the Grabber that ties details we already know to others not yet revealed.  

Taking place in a snowy, haunted camp with Overlook Hotel vibes, cinematographer Pär M. Ekberg channels a grainy, 70's aesthetic filled with trippy dreamscape sequences that feel akin to stepping into an old Super 8 movie. And it's jaw dropping shots like the old phone booth standing in the frozen tundra or a dazed Gwen being confronted by visions of the Grabber's burned and battered victims that help the film maintain a malevolent, unsettling tone throughout. 

These characters also evolve in dramatically satisfying ways following the events that befell them four years earlier. McGraw's Gwen is upgraded to full fledged protagonist as she battles Finney's dead captor, who's taken a page or two from Freddy Krueger's playbook. And the pain and punishment he inflicts in her dreams very much carries over to reality, making it far safer to stay awake, even if that remains at odds with what she's hoping to accomplish.  

In a heavily expanded role, McGraw gives a powerhouse performance as Gwen, while Thames effectively portrays the angry teen in a state of detached denial, burying his fear behind apathy and pot. More like his alcoholic father than he'd ever admit, he's heading down a similar path of self loathing and regret unless he pulls it together. Bechir is tremendous as the kind, strong-willed camp owner, valuable for his own connection to the Grabber and as the only adult who believes them. 

Despite being the brother of a past victim, Mora's Ernesto is still little more than an appendage, his romantic sub-plot with Gwen providing a serviceable enough diversion. But the script skillfully uses Finney and Gwen's late mother Hope (Anna Lore) as a vessel to join past and present, culminating in a spectacularly filmed sequence that finds Gwen entering her mom's dreams, piecing together the Grabber's history as she comes to a shocking realization. 

Derrickson settles into a more predictable rhythm when the gang attempts to vanquish the beast, but it's still a hallucinatory ride, building on the goodwill garnered in the previous installment. Though we rarely "need" sequels, it's always a relief when we get one this ambitious. Transfixing but oddly repetitive at points, it boasts a more threatening antagonist and even better atmosphere than its predecessor, reaping the rewards of taking place in an icy hell from which there's no escape.                           

The Smashing Machine

Director: Benny Safdie
Starring: Dwayne Johnson, Emily Blunt, Ryan Bader, Bas Rutten, Oleksandr Usyk, Olga Dzyurak, Lyndsey Gavin, Satoshi Ishii, James Moontasri, Yoko Hamamura, Stephen Quadros, Whitney Moore
Running Time: 123 min.
Rating: R

★★★ (out of ★★★★)    

It seems odd that the biggest question going into The Smashing Machine was whether Dwayne Johnson could capably play the role of former amateur wrestler turned MMA fighter Mark Kerr. But that we still  ask given the actor's history on the mat speaks to just how far removed he's been since becoming a major movie star. It's less whether he can do it than if audiences would bite after an endless string of action vehicles had us thinking he gave up being taken seriously as a dramatic actor. Johnson came out of the gate with such undeniable charisma and early promise we knew he'd eventually jump into more challenging roles in different genres. It's only when the big paydays came and his movies kept dominating the box office that he resisted straying from his familiar formula. 

Now after stumbling with Black Adam and the PR mess that followed, Johnson's asking fans to accept this sudden shift that can best be called a calculated gamble. But while that and a depressing subject matter are potential reasons for why audiences stayed away, it isn't a reflection of the film's quality. Everything that can go right does, even as writer/director Benny Safdie crafts a somewhat familiar sports underdog story laced with tragedy. Unfolding with almost documentary-like truthfulness, how it's told and Johnson's performance help lift it, making for an emotionally raw character study.  

It's 1999 and we see grainy, VHS fight footage of UFC competitor Mark Kerr (Johnson), being interviewed about his impressive winning streak as he heads to Japan for his next fight, accompanied by trainer, best friend and fellow competitor Mark Coleman (Ryan Bader). But it's Kerr's volatile relationship with girlfriend Dawn Staples (Emily Blunt) that causes problems, especially as he becomes increasingly dependent on drugs, injecting opioids around the clock to numb the pain and continue fighting. 

Between arguing with Japanese officials about his pay and getting into locker room screaming matches with Dawn, a glassy eyed Kerr reaches the end of his rope after a devastating loss sends him home and eventually to rehab following an overdose. While he diligently commits to staying clean, rehab and recovery is a change Dawn can't deal with, especially once he begins training for his comeback under the tutelage of MMA legend Bas Rutten (playing himself). With one last shot at redemption, Kerr attempts to maintain his sobriety and career, as he and Dawn continue to lock horns, headed for a nasty collision course.  

There's this moment early on when Kerr's asked by an interviewer what he'd do if he lost and his reaction speaks volumes. It's almost as if he can't wrap his head around such an idea, much less the actual possibility, despite it being a prerequisite for every great champion. Watching, you're reminded of Ronda Rousey, a fighter so driven by her hunger to win that she couldn't psychologically process the alternative. When it came, she unraveled, just as Kerr does, going into immediate denial and frantically grasping at straws to search for a loophole that might overturn his worst nightmare. 

Of course, Kerr being high all the time doesn't help, transforming him into someone far different from the polite, mild mannered giant who befriends grandmas and kids in doctor's offices at the film's start. On the mat he's a maniac, but the loss marks a turning point in his personal life, causing him to direct much of that rage at a frustrated Dawn, who gives it right back. Nearly from the jump, Safdie plant the seed that she's an outsider in her boyfriend's world, always taking a back seat to his love of competition. 

Accustomed to being the center of attention, Dawn tries to connect with him, only pushing his buttons instead, leaving a patient, levelheaded Coleman to act as intermediary while facing media criticism his own MMA career is winding down. Ironically, it's when Kerr gets clean that things get far worse, prompting us to realize his toxic relationship with Dawn can't exclusively be chalked up to the drugs. At times it's more a symptom than a cause since there's more than enough blame to go around for both. Only when he starts making real strides in his recovery do they drift even further apart, causing an isolated Dawn to spiral.

Buried under facial prosthetics, a bigger, more jacked than usual Johnson sort of resembles a cross between Lou Ferrigno and Kurt Angle, with a little of The Rock peeking through. Claims that he's completely unrecognizable or totally disappears aren't exactly accurate, but that's a good thing, since this portrayal wouldn't be nearly as effective without the actor's real persona enhancing it. And though his skills are stretched beyond anything we've recently seen from him, it still incorporates a showmanship and intensity similar to that he displayed between the ropes. We glimpse it in scenes where he's demolishing doors and walls, but it's actually the quieter, emotional moments where he's most impressive, breaking down like a small, helpless child as his character crumbles. 

Eyes rolled when it appeared Blunt would be saddled with another suffering wife role, but Dawn has a meatier arc than that, particularly in the film's second half, mostly due to the actress and a certain level of awareness in Safdie's script. And while Kerr's pairing with her is marred by addiction and mental instability, it strays from the usual template of a abusive relationship, creating a murkier than usual dynamic. MMA fighter Ryan Bader is also excellent in his acting debut, bringing a grounded believability to pal and cornerman Mark Coleman while Bas Rutten's brief but memorable appearance is as crazy as you'd want. 

The ending notably diverges from the "final fight" sports biopic trope in that there's no victory, at least in a traditional cinematic sense. What Kerr achieves is subtler, less tangible and only achievable through continued progress. The very last scene is a keeper, delightfully showing us the real Kerr out and about in the present day. But for those blaming the film's perceived failure on no one knowing who this guy is, it's best to remember all characters are strangers before the credits roll, whether we've heard of them or not. An actor's job is to fill in the blanks, which Johnson compellingly does from its opening minutes.  

I'll gladly take ten Smashing Machines over the projects Johnson's recently chosen, while hoping its muted reception doesn't cause him to swear off riskier parts and head straight back to the action realm. Ideally, he should do a variety of both, which would have already gotten fans used to the idea of him tackling heavier material. But he's on the right track, even if it didn't pull viewers who flocked to Johnson's other movies. Unflinchingly honest, it rarely pulls its punches, dropping us into a grittier era to tell the story of the fighter who helped put UFC on the map.                                         

The Life of Chuck

Director: Mike Flanagan
Starring: Tom Hiddleston, Chiwetel Ejiofor, Karen Gillan, Mark Hamill, Mia Sara, Nick Offerman, Carl Lumbly, Benjamin Pajak, Jacob Tremblay, Annalise Basso, Taylor Gordon, Kate Siegel, Samantha Sloyan, Trinity Bliss, Matthew Lillard, Violet McGraw, Heather Langencamp, David Dastmalchian, Cody Flanagan, Q'orianka Kilcher, Antonio Raul Corbo, Molly C. Quinn, Michael Trucco, Carla Gugino, Lauren LaVera
Running Time: 111 min.
Rating: R

**The Following Review Contains Plot Spoilers**

★★★★ (out of ★★★★)

In a year that's seen no shortage of Stephen King's work on screen, the feeling is that most of his films fit into one of two categories. Although he's best known for straightforward horror, it always seems to be the others that stop you dead in your tracks, forcing a double take to confirm it's his name appearing above the credits. But it wasn't until The Shawshank Redemption hit theaters in 1994 that perceptions of the author really started to change, earning him full respect outside the horror genre. And now we can properly credit this evolution for helping clear the path for Mike Flanagan's The Life of Chuck, one of the strongest King adaptations ever lensed. 

Based on a novella from the writer's 2020 short story collection, If It Bleeds, the film fearlessly explores the minutiae of everyday life, carefully walking a delicate line that separates mysticism from reality. And it comes from a director who's no stranger to King's material, having helmed Gerald's Game and The Shining's surprisingly well received sequel, Doctor Sleep, both of which share little in common with this. But who is Chuck? The answer is simpler than we expect, yet also much deeper and more profound. Every scene, moment and line of dialogue revolves around this title character, even when you're lulled into thinking otherwise. It's all about him, and in a strangely cosmic sense, also us. 

Middle school teacher Marty Anderson (Chiwetel Ejiofor) is having an awful day, even as many around the globe are suffering far worse. California was just struck by a catastrophic 9.2 earthquake, the internet is out worldwide, cars are falling into sink holes and suicides are way up. It could be the end and he's stuck sitting through unpleasant parent-teacher conferences when not being bombarded by billboards, commercials and advertisements thanking an accountant named Charles "Chuck" Krantz for "39 Great Years!' Marty's ex-wife Felicia Gordon (Karen Gillan), a nurse at the local hospital, isn't faring any better, with the pair leaning on each other during what could be their last days. 

Flashing back some months earlier, we follow a middle-aged Chuck (Tom Hiddleston), who while attending a banking conference has a spontaneous musical moment involving a street drummer (Taylor Gordon) and red-haired young woman (Annalise Basso) in the midst of a bad breakup. From there, we get a look at Chuck's childhood spent living with his kind but alcoholic grandfather Albie (Mark Hamill) and free spirited grandmother Sarah (Mia Sara) following the death of his parents and unborn baby sister. Torn between an interest in dance and Albie's insistence on a more practical path, Chuck is sternly warned by him to stay out of the house's locked cupola, only further piquing the boy's curiosity.  

Told in reverse chronological order, those expecting the life affirming tale hinted at in the trailers may initially be taken aback by an apocalyptic parable along the lines of a moodier, more philosophical Leave The World Behind. But the worst way to approach any of this is literally, like a puzzle in need of solving. Better described as the series finale of a life, there are clues, just not related to what you'd assume, some of which are caught on a second watch once the whole story's played out. 

Even when we struggle to process how much of the opening act's cataclysmic disaster is actually real, Marty and Felicia's sinking feelings of dread and hopelessness remain a constant. Exes with only each other to lean on as they try to process all that's happening during a deep late night conversation, the substance of their talk proves important later. We'll also meet other shaken residents, like Marty's manic neighbor Gus (Matthew Lillard), kindly, dignified town mortician Sam (Carl Lumbly), depressed single father Josh (David Dastmalchian) and a reappearing young girl on roller skates (Violet McGraw). 

With the situation worsening, a distracted Marty and Felicia still can't seem to figure out who this "Chuck" guy is or why his pleasant, bespeckled mug is everywhere of late, including through the illuminated windows of neighborhood homes. Becoming as ubiquitous as Truman Burbank, he's not old enough to be retiring so there's clearly something else going on. But as achingly believable as Ejiofor and Gillan are in these roles, they'll exit stage left when it's time to meet Chuck. 

In the first of Flanagan's many carefully calibrated tonal shifts, the story enters uncharted territory with the introduction of mild mannered insurance agent Chuck, who's briefly played by Hiddleston in a part smaller than you'd expect, but no less monumental. His encounter with this street drummer and bystander comes delightfully out of nowhere, with the actor gradually conveying all the complicated, inexplicable emotions flowing through Chuck in that moment.

This is also when Nick Offerman's narrator emerges as a character unto himself, supplying pointed and poignant observations lifted directly from King's prose. The actor's deep baritone and droll, bemused delivery is immediately recognizable when delivering a sarcastic, occasionally hilarious commentary that disproves the ridiculous theory all voice overs are lazy. Anything can be mishandled, but A Christmas Story and Arrested Development would probably like a word since both serve as a template for how Offerman deftly adds to the verisimilitude of Flanagan's universe.

Carefully placed but never overused, the narration builds and memorably punctuates certain scenes, like when tracking the three strangers as they cross paths in the spectacular, impromptu dance sequence that means more than we initially think. The thrilling choreography and performances provide a wake-up call, putting viewers on notice that the film's turned an unpredictable corner. But what's scarier is how it'll later be topped by an even better one. 

Joy begets tragedy when Chuck's childhood is drastically altered following his parents' death. Played by three different actors at separate ages, the heaviest lifting comes from a revelatory Benjamin Pajak as the 11-year-old version. And while he's nearly unrecognizable behind a scraggly, walrus-like mustache, Mark Hamill gives the performance of his career as Albie, at one point turning a speech that extols the virtues of mathematics into quiet devastation for a grandson whose ambitions are squashed in an instant. But in embodying this flawed but well meaning grandfather with such sincerity, we believe his advice comes from the right place, despite how visibly painful it is for the boy to hear.    

That moment puts everything previously shown into proper perspective, helping explain why Chuck stops at the sound of those drums later on the street as an adult, surrendering to a love that's laid dormant for decades as he pursued a more conventional career path. But many of his interests stem from his movie musical obsessed grandmother Sarah, a practical voice of wisdom and reason he always felt more connected to than Albie, mainly because she's so much fun. In her first acting role in over a decade, Ferris Bueller and Legend star Mia Sara doesn't get a ton of screen time, but does she ever make the most of it, her character's presence and impact reverberating long after she's left the picture. 

A seemingly superfluous side plot involving Chuck's extracurricular dance club hits hardest, forming the crux of the story's importance and bookending what that came before. This is Flanagan's finest hour, depicting the pangs of adolescence with relatable humor and heartbreaking nostalgia, avoiding the sappiness that would sink lesser films of a similar ilk. It's also full of small moments you don't want to see end, from Chuck's unforgettable interaction with hippie teacher Miss Richards (Kate Siegel) to his crush on taller, older dance partner Cat (Trinity Bliss) that culminates in the film's most moving scene. Everything about it is pure magic, including Chuck getting just the right advice from the coach (Samantha Sloyan) during a sudden attack of fear and insecurity. And while there's real doubt how things will turn out, the pay off is exhilarating, with Offerman's narrator capping it all off with a perfect line that encapsulates a kind of memory that can't be described. 

Invoking elements from The Tree of Life and even Robert Zemeckis's Here, Flanagan gives the material a Spielbergian touch by celebrating the profound intricacies of human experience in ways that speaks directly to mainstream moviegoers. With cinematographer Eben Bolter expertly conveying each chapter's distinctive look and The Newton Brothers' sweeping score carrying us through, it feels like the type of dramatic fantasy that would have blown theatergoers away in the 90's and 00's. Bubbling just under the surface is this mystery that comes to a head in its closing minutes, pulling back the curtain with a reveal that leaves you gasping for air as the credits roll. 

Between an off-putting title, its inexplicable 'R' rating, poor promotion and getting dumped into theaters a year after winning the top prize in Toronto, it's obvious the studio didn't have a clue how to sell a film this adventurous. A meditation on life and death in reverse, shocking developments and surprising performances pop up at every turn, forcing viewers to question the journey they're really on. And with a myriad of tiny details left for discovery on repeated viewings, it saves the best act for last, making it a rarity among King's prolific output.                         

The Fantastic Four: First Steps

Director: Matt Shakman
Starring: Pedro Pascal, Vanessa Kirby, Ebon Moss-Bachrach, Joseph Quinn, Julia Garner, Sarah Niles, Mark Gatiss, Natasha Lyonne, Paul Walter Hauser, Ralph Ineson, Matthew Wood
Running Time: 114 min.
Rating: PG-13 

★★★ (out of ★★★★)  

After previous attempts failed at capturing the magic its characters brought to the page, delivering even just a decent cinematic interpretation of Marvel's Fantastic Four grew needlessly difficult. And between an unreleased 90's version, two lackluster installments in the 00's and that abysmal 2015 reboot, the idea of giving it another go has largely been frowned upon. That is until a desire to fill out out the MCU's next phase prompted Disney to take an entirely new approach to the material. 

The end result is director Matt Shakman's The Fantastic Four: First Steps, a thrilling sci-fi adventure that succeeds in erasing unpleasant memories of series past. Boosted by spectacular effects and jaw-dropping production design, world building becomes as much a priority as the actual plot, which is also surprisingly strong. After a somewhat methodical start, it gains traction from a formidable pair of villains and a retro-futuristic aesthetic more comparable to The Jetsons than a Marvel comic book movie. And yes, that's a compliment. 

It's 1964 on Earth-828 as everyone celebrates the fourth anniversary of astronauts Reed Richards (Pedro Pascal), Sue Storm (Vanessa Kirby), Ben Grimm (Ebon Moss-Bachrach) and Johnny Storm (Joseph Quinn) gaining superhuman abilities after being exposed to cosmic rays during a space mission. Collectively known as the "Fantastic Four, they're worldwide celebrities, having vanquished various supervillains while inventor Reed's technological contributions and Sue's diplomatic work positively reverberate through society. 

With Reed and Sue now expecting a baby that may or may not also possess superpowers, the Silver Surfer (Julia Garner) arrives, declaring Earth marked for destruction by planet devouring cosmic giant Galactus (Ralph Ineson). The team travels to space to stop him, learning the couple's unborn child has the ability to relieve Galactus of his insatiable, life sustaining appetite for consuming planets. Sensing that power, he offers to spare Earth, but only if they hand over the baby. With the public angrily rebelling at the possibility they'd save one child over an entire population, the foursome devise a plan to defeat this gargantuan threat. 

A lot of effort is put into wiping the slate clean and establishing these characters through comedic interplay, family bonding and 60's inspired newsreel footage. While not exactly an origin story, it leaves no stone unturned in showing what the team's been up to for the past four years, nearly going overboard with their introductions. But there's a reason for that, and even when some of the humor falls flat, we're too mesmerized by Kasra Farahani's mid-century set design and Jess Hall's vibrant cinematography to notice. Between the lava lamps, curved architecture, bold colors, and sleek jumpsuits, it all invokes a visual feel no recent Marvel outing has come close to matching. 

At first, we get brief glimpses of the powers even viewers with only limited exposure to the films and comics will recognize. Reed's elasticity, Sue's invisibility, Johnny's ability to generate fire and Ben Grimm's superhuman strength as the giant, hulking The Thing will all come into play once Shalla-Bal's bursts onto the scene. And for all the complaints about a female Silver Silver, it's worth noting that Garner's mo-cap performance and appearance in the role might be the film's strongest aspect. 

Everything about the Surfer's presentation just hits, from her opening speech, to the connection she has with Johnny and even that brief flashback. So while it's easy to commiserate with fans demanding a male for consistency's sake, the blame can't be leveled at Garner, who overdelivers in a part only bolstered by the impressive effects. 

Kirby's Sue/Invisible Woman carries much of the film's physical and emotional heavy lifting when confronted with a dangerous proposition that puts her baby at risk. She not only benefits from an arc that really kicks into overdrive late in the game, but by encompassing how most envision Sue Storm to look and act based on the comics. With Pascal, its clear the producers went with the safest, most accessible choice for Reed. This combined with the actor's ubiquitous presence of late helped create the perception Marvel may phone this in. Only they don't, and Pascal's take on a genius who's smart enough to acknowledge he may not have all the answers ends up being better than its gotten credit for. 

Bachrach's self conscious but gentle giant Ben Grimm mostly tracks with prior incarnations, though he benefits from much improved VFX that emphasizes The Thing's monstrous appearance. A charismatic Quinn puts enough of his own spin on Johnny/Human Torch, giving the character a more likable, comedic slant without sacrificing the heroic aspects that define him. Unfortunately, despite ads implying the second coming of R2D2, robot assistant H.E.R.B.I.E. (voiced by Matthew Wood) is relegated to window dressing while Paul Walter Hauser's Mole Man merely serves as a comedic foil in the last act. 

The finale does work, as the team attempts to take out Galactus, who robotically marches through the streets with enormity and purpose that recalls a more sadistic Stay Puft Marshmallow Man. Of course, there's mid-credits scene to dissect, but since we already know when the four are showing up again, the bigger questions surround how. But regardless of what follows, Shakman and company diligently stick to the task at hand, successfully re-establishing Marvel's "First Family" following a string of bad luck over the years.

Stylistically straying from other MCU entries, this functions well as a standalone, with no prior research or homework required to enjoy the ride. And tightly clocking in at under 120 minutes, this doesn't overstay its welcome, avoiding the burn out that's accompanied some of the studio's nearly three hour endurance tests. Effectively prioritizing story and spectacle, First Steps lifts the creative curse, doing justice to these characters and unlocking the potential we always suspected this series had.                              

A House of Dynamite

 

Director: Kathryn Bigelow
Starring: Idris Elba, Rebecca Ferguson, Gabriel Basso, Jared Harris, Tracy Letts, Anthony Ramos, Moses Ingram, Jonah Hauer-King, Greta Lee, Jason Clarke, Willa Fitzgerald, Renée Elise Goldsberry, Kaitlyn Dever
Running Time: 112 min.
Rating: R

★★★ (out of ★★★★) 

What's so startling about Kathryn Bigelow's A House of Dynamite is how it maintains the momentum of remaining just twenty minutes away from imminent doom for the picture's entire running length. By shifting perspectives between multiple characters and doubling back to reveal crucial information, Bigelow presents a horrifying scenario that doesn't seem so far removed from current reality. And while experts will probably pick apart certain details in screenwriter and former NBC News President Noah Oppenheim's script, the chilling conceit behind his apocalyptic premise undeniably resonates.

No longer a false alarm or hypothetical, these officials try to navigate a nuclear pressure cooker where experience helps, but isn't enough, especially when a half-broken system and lack of information leaves the fate of the United States up to a coin toss. Buoyed by an all-star cast, their characters know something the world doesn't as seconds tick away, each forced to endure the quiet torture of telling their families without really "telling" them. But beyond that, it's compelling to watch how they function as cogs in a giant machine that just isn't built for something like this. 

Showing the same sequence of events from three points of view, the action opens early morning in Washington D.C., when White House Situation Room manager Olivia Walker (Rebecca Ferguson, Deputy National Security Advisor Jake Baerington (Gabriel Basso) and the President of the United States (Idris Elba) are informed that radar detected an unidentified ICBM launched over the Pacific on a trajectory to strike Chicago within twenty minutes. After being initially dismissed as a routine missile test, events take a horrifying turn,with all hands on deck to determine the next steps. 

The President joins a video call with Secretary of Defense Reid Baker (Jared Harris) and U.S. Strategic Command's General Anthony Brady (Tracy Letts) as Fort Greely commander Major Daniel Gonzalez (Anthony Ramos) is ordered to launch ground based interceptors to take out the missile. But when further complications arise and FEMA activates an emergency response, the President must make an unimaginable choice. With Chicago minutes away from being leveled, the realization sets in that the worst may still be ahead.

There's no reason for those involved to believe it'll be anything other than a normal day, or as normal as it gets in jobs this crucial to national security. For a short while, a small sense of predictability and routine follows Olivia to work that morning as she says goodbye to her husband and sick young son, unaware of what awaits. Ferguson's performance in these early scenes convey the mannerisms and demeanor of a deliberate, dedicated woman well equipped to handle crisis. But even she'll reach her breaking point while wrangling all the players necessary to stop the unthinkable. 

Despite opening those lines of communication, chaos reigns when the story shifts to Basso's flustered Baerington, who juggles the responsibility of impending fatherhood with a rapidly approaching disaster. He's nervous but exceptionally qualified in his attempts to advise the President, butting heads with Letts' General Brady, a Cheney-like war hawk hellbent on retaliation, with or without the necessary intel. The question is whether that's worth the risk when they're still unsure who's responsible or why. When technology fails, plans evolve, tragically resigning them to focus on what's still within their control.  

That's especially true for Harris's Secretary of Defense Baker, a recent widower whose estranged daughter Caroline (Kaitlyn Dever) lives directly in the path of destruction. Their brief conversation and Baker's actions after it are by far the the film's most emotionally jarring moments. There's also some smaller, but memorable turns from Moses Ingram as a FEMA official, Jason Clarke as the White House Situation Room Director, Willa Fitzgerald as a CNN reporter and Greta Lee as a National Intelligence Officer who takes the most important phone call of her life in a cruelly ironic location.   

Elba's believable portrayal as Commander-in-Chief is bolstered by subtler scenes leading into the catastrophe that puts his character's personality and leadership style into context. Already exhausted, this drains what little energy he has left as the various scenarios are laid out for someone who was making a charity appearance only minutes earlier. 

Leaning on his wife and First Lady (Renée Elise Goldsberry) for support, it's ultimately military aide Reeves (Jonah Hauer-King) who guides the POTUS in choosing between Bareington and Brady's opposing options. While the film leaves a little too much hanging in the air, it's  fairly obvious what occurs, even if it isn't shown. Still, you can't help but wonder if a more conclusive, powerful payoff could have better driven this nightmare scenario home. 

Taking inspiration from similarly themes genre classics like Fail Safe and The Day After, it's a safe bet the eerily prescient script was written years prior, serving as a stark warning for any administration, but most especially unprepared, lesser qualified ones. And while the film's title is lifted from a key line of dialogue, it also works as a choice metaphor for describing this problem we're still no closer to solving. Despite an ending that stops short of delivering an unforgettable final blow, Bigelow steps back enough to let viewers debate and dissect what they think they've just seen.                                                         

The Long Walk

Director: Francis Lawrence
Starring: Cooper Hoffman, David Jonsson, Garrett Wareing, Tut Nyuot, Charlie Plummer, Ben Wang, Jordan Gonzalez, Joshua Odjick, Mark Hamill, Roman Griffin Davis, Judy Greer, Josh Hamilton
Running Time: 108 min.
Rating: R

★★★ ½ (out of ★★★★)  

After Stephen King published the dystopian horror novel The Long Walk in 1979 under the pseudonym of Richard Bachman, various attempts have been made over the decades to greenlight a film adaptation. The first book he wrote as a freshman at the University of Maine, it's one of his very best, drawing the attention of acclaimed directors like George A. Romero and Frank Darabont, both of whom showed interest in bringing it to the big screen. But that didn't pan out, temporarily depriving audiences of a film with as much cinematic potential as the author's most revered outings. 

Now that director Francis Lawrence's vision is finally here, King can appreciate he may have dodged a bullet if that hypothetical 80's or 90's version had fallen in the wrong hands. It might even be the rare case  of a project being been blessed by its lengthy stay in development hell, allowing enough time for the right filmmaker and cast to emerge for a story that's only grown in resonance. For a while, the film goes on a streak where it appears ready to breathe the same rarefied air as The Shawshank Redemption, Stand By Me, Misery, The Shining and The Mist. At least until a familiar feeling emerges in the pit of your stomach toward the end, which is where most King movies soar or fall. And considering what's at stake in this story, that pressure seems even more palpable.    

In an alternate 20th century the United States is ruled by a totalitarian military regime as it wrestles with the consequences of an economic depression following the war. As a response, the government has established a televised annual event called "The Long Walk," where fifty teenage boys are randomly selected from each state to continuously walk for days while maintaining a pace of three miles per hour. Failure to do so after three warnings results in death, with the winner earning a large cash prize and their chosen wish. Marketed as a contest to inspire patriotism and hope, the regime's actual motivations are  more nefarious, even as boys far and wide sign up for a chance to rescue themselves and their families from poverty. 

One of those competitors is Maine's Ray Garraty (Cooper Hoffman), whose mother Ginny (Judy Greer) tearfully begs him to back out. He doesn't, instead arriving at the starting line to meet his opponents, who include charismatic optimist Pete McVries (David Jonsson), philosophical Billy Stebbins (Garrett Wareing), kindhearted motormouth Hank Olson (Ben Wang), unhinged bully Gary Barkovich (Charlie Plummer), good natured Art Baker (Tut Nyuot), aspiring novelist Richard Harkness (Jordan Gonzalez) and rebellious Collie Parker (Joshua Odjick). 

Before embarking on this grueling hundreds mile journey, the teens are assigned numbers and followed by arm guards ready to put bullets in anyone who can't keep pace. They'll bond and fight, finding themselves in the increasingly natural position of forming friendships with those they're battling to the death. Only given water and rations, injuries, exhaustion and sleep deprivation takes their toll until a sole survivor remains. Overseeing it all is the ominous, gravely voiced Major (Mark Hamill), who yells motivational platitudes at them throughout, preparing to personally execute the runner-up and declare a winner at the finish line. 

Laying out its high concept in the opening minutes, unanswered questions eventually become clearer over the course of this grueling walk. In fact, we see little outside the actual race other than Ray's mom begrudgingly sending him off and a spattering of curious roadside bystanders watching the ordeal, whether that's kids on bicycles or elderly couples on their porches. But there's even a haunting quality to those moments, as silent stares of spectators offer another glimpse of the oppressive world these boys are fighting to escape. All those scenes are beautifully shot by cinematographer Jo Willems while The Lumineers' Jeremiah Fraites' emotionally affecting score only underlines the weight of their plight. 

While taking place in an alternate near-past, the cars and setting that invoke a Depression-era feel, despite King's story being widely understood as a metaphor for the Vietnam draft. And you definitely sense that, with teens "volunteering" for a deadly conflict at the behest of a government sending them to their graves. Most everything we learn about this totalitarian society comes via flashbacks of Ray, his mom and late father (Josh Hamilton), but it's enough, retaining a degree of mystery for the marathon's many reveals. Some of those tie directly to Ray's reasons for signing up which, aside from the ending, might mark the biggest distinction between the novel and writer JT Mollner's script. 

Between cramping, hallucinations, broken limbs and defecation breaks at gunpoint, the trek becomes progressively more brutal with each mile as a myriad of bleak, unsettling scenarios play out. If at first you doubt a film comprised entirely of walking and talking can produce the necessary momentum, Lawrence and Mollner prove those suspicions wrong, especially when speculation increases over who's next to go and how. But with contestants dropping like flies, it's ultimately the touching friendship between Ray and McVries that powers this plot, as two strangers from seemingly different worlds pull each other through, realizing they share more in common than either assumed. 

Hoffman and Jonsson's performances carry the film, with the former unquestionably proving he has the chops as a lead, with his desperate, contemplative turn as Ray hitting twice as hard upon us realizing the key similarity between actor and character. As McVries, the magnetic Jonsson casts a commanding presence, alternating between fear and bravado at the drop of a hat. A manic Charlie Plummer also delivers as the race's resident sociopath, while an always reliable Judy Greer impresses in her brief but powerful role. And by putting a villainously cartoonish spin on his carnival barking Major, Hamill forces us to see this omnipresent character through the same lens as these participants.

Endings are always a bone of contention in King's universe, whether they're his or a screenwriter tasked with stepping on the legendary author's toes. So if there's a complaint about the closing minutes, it's in a lack spectacle, opting not to pull back the curtain and show families gathered around the TV or crowds flooding the streets to root for their favorite. Instead, we get a succession of clever twists that capture the ambiguity of King's final pages, even if details differ. 

There are issues with both conclusions, but also a common denominator that has us questioning what we can take at face value. Dark, violent and disturbing, The Long Walk has virtually nothing in common with The Hunger Games aside from the same director. More closely resembling They Shoot Horse, Don't They? or Battle Royale, this succeeds by being exactly about what it claims, with every minute taking place on a desolate, endless stretch of rural road paved with the worst intentions.                                                                                 

Eddington

Director: Ari Aster
Starring: Joaquin Phoenix, Pedro Pascal, Emma Stone, Austin Butler, Luke Grimes, Deirdre O'Connell, Micheal Ward, Amélie Hoeferle, Clifton Collins Jr., William Belleau, Matt Gomez Hidaka, Cameron Mann, Rachel de la Torre
Running Time: 149 min.
Rating: R

★★★ (out of ★★★★)  

A local mayoral race turns ugly in writer/director Ari Aster's ambitiously bizarre Eddington, a film that holds a mirror up to all the social and political turmoil over the past five years. And for those who patiently waited for a big screen effort to tackle the pandemic and all the controversial chaos surrounding it, your day has come. Now with a little distance to reflect on that tragic absurdity, the creative mind behind Heriditary, Midsommar and Beau is Afraid responds with a gloriously inscrutable mess that ties viewers in knots trying to decipher its intentions. 

Part multi-character study, part Western, part crime thriller and all satire, it's set in a universe where everyone's a lunatic, regardless of where their beliefs or convictions fall. It's also unpredictable, surprising by just how much its initially limited scope expands once the complications pile on, revealing the worst in human nature. Not without its flaws and prone to flying off the rails, Aster entertainingly makes up for it with some wild performances and an off-the-wall premise that cleverly skewers the current culture wars.

It's 2020 and Mayor Ted Garcia (Pedro Pascal) has implemented a lockdown in the town of Eddington, New Mexico in the midst of the COVID-19 pandemic, enforcing mask mandates supported by the Governor. This policy raises the ire of sheriff Joe Cross (Joaquin Phoenix), who believes it's trampling on citizen's freedoms and makes plans to run against Ted in the upcoming election, despite disapproval from his emotionally unstable wife Louise (Emma Stone) and her conspiracy theorist mom, Dawn (Deirdre O' Connell). 

While Joe unsuccessfully tries to maintain law and order alongside officers Guy (Luke Grimes) and Michael (Micheal Ward), Ted's son Eric (Matt Gomez Hidaka) and his friend Brian (Cameron Mann) join the town's Black Lives Matter protests to win the affections of progressively liberal classmate Sarah (Amélie Hoeferle). With protests getting out of hand, Louise and Dawn inviting enigmatic cult leader Jefferson Peak (Austin Butler) into Joe's home as he tries to derail Ted's re-election bid. But when a single, shocking act of violence occurs, more trouble arrives at Eddington's doorstep, unexpectedly threatening the lives of its residents.

That the film's first twenty minutes centers entirely around an ongoing argument over masks should give you an idea what we're in for. It's clear in the very first scene when Joe's reprimanded by neighboring law enforcement before getting into another confrontation with Mayor Ted at a bar and supermarket, lighting the fuse that further ignites their bitter rivalry. And they have a long history, most of which stems from Joe's inability to get over Louise's previous relationship with Ted. But once Joe clumsily declares his mayoral candidacy out of pure spite, all bets are off, just as Eddington spirals out of control following  George Floyd's murder. 

In taking us back to a year we still haven't really moved past, the narrative evolves into a feature length South Park episode where only extremes exist and every group's a target for mocking. Whether it's anti-maskers or white BLM protesters, Aster get his shots in, and while a lot of the characterizations are intentionally exaggerated for satirical effect, this wouldn't work without the recognizable truths accompanying it. But it's Joe's complete lack of impulse control and common sense that causes him to make a spectacularly stupid decision, opening the floodgates to hell for his small town.

Between murders, racism, anti-racism, police corruption, conspiracy theories, cults and Antifa, Aster throws everything he can at the wall and a lot of it actually sticks. Against your better judgment, it's tough to look way, especially during a violent, action packed shootout that recalls A24's other politically charged take on the times, Alex Garland's underappreciated Civil War. But where that film had a clearer, more sober mission statement, this fluctuates wildly between over-the-top satire and drama, often calling into question how it all fits. 

It's really the direction and performances that hold it together, further solidifying Joaquin Phoenix's twisted genius in the kind of quirky, eccentric role no one does better, flawlessly juggling the dangerous and comical at once. A somewhat underutilized Stone and Butler steal the scenes they're given while the perfectly cast Pascal justifies his alleged overexposure with a terrific supporting turn as this potentially crooked mayor in bed with big tech. 

Inching toward a violent conclusion with no absolutes and only shades of grey, this highlights just how far the political landscape has shifted since over a decade ago, when much of this material would have played as pure fantasy. Even if a twist late in the game forces viewers to reevaluate what they've seen in the context of a JD Vance or Kyle Rittenhouse origin story, attempting to extract a right or left wing agenda seems beside the point. While spitting out enough ideas to leave us wondering what it's trying to say, Aster instead captures the anxiety and paranoia gripping the country with an equally divisive film that's well worth the watch.                                        

The Lost Bus

Director: Paul Greengrass
Starring: Matthew McConaughey, America Ferrera, Yul Vasquez, Ashlie Atkinson, Levi McConaughey, Kay McCabe McConaughey, Kate Wharton, Danny McCarthy, Spencer Watson, Nathan Gariety, Gary Kraus
Running Time: 130 min.
Rating: R

★★★ ½ (out of ★★★★)  

While it's always a tricky task adapting any true life survival story, that challenge becomes substantially more difficult when related events are still fresh in viewers' minds. And that's the hurdle Paul Greengrass must clear in The Lost Bus, a gripping, edge-of-your-seat drama from the Oscar nominated filmmaker behind United 93 and Captain Phillips. It takes us back to 2018, when a school bus driver's heroism in transporting a group of children to safety during the Paradise, California Wildfire made headlines, at least before becoming another blip in a constantly rotating news cycle. This would forecast a world of increasingly shorted attention spans, where mother nature's power isn't just taken for granted, but outright dismissed.  

For a director known for his objective, almost documentary-style approach, this contains more unfiltered intensity than most of Greengrass's previous outings, without sacrificing the raw realism. And if only a fraction of what's shown comes close to capturing the scope of terror that unfolded, it's still the best kind of survival story, focusing on ordinary, well meaning people forced by cruel circumstances to make split second, life or death decisions. Here, two such individuals are taken to hell and back, afforded no mistakes as the fates of 23 children hang in the balance.

Things haven't been going well for 44 year-old school bus driver Kevin McKay (Matthew McConaughey), who recently moved back to his hometown of Paradise, California following the death of his estranged father. Financially struggling to make ends meet, his wife left him, his teen son Shaun (Levi McConaughey) despises him and their dog's being put down before he heads to work, where dispatcher Ruby (Ashlie Atkinson) seems visibly aggravated by his job performance. 

When a power line ignites and causes a small camp fire to spiral out of control, it engulfs surrounding towns before heading straight toward Paradise. As fire chief Ray Martinez (Yul Vasquez) and his crew fail in attempting to control the blaze, Kevin gets a call to pick up a group of kids stranded at Ponderosa Elementary awaiting emergency evacuation. Accompanied by teacher Mary Ludwig (America Ferrera), they're soon stuck in traffic as this deadly inferno approaches, turning their intended ten minute trip into an unimaginable nightmare.

Kevin's personal struggles are laid on a bit thick, but your reaction will largely depends on whether you feel the backdrop of a classic redemption arc enhances and magnifies the high stakes of these already harrowing circumstances. And thanks to McConaughey's frazzled authenticity in the role, it mostly does. But while Greengrass and co-writer Brad Ingelsby take these liberties, they also reap the benefits of a protagonist who flew under the public's radar when this happened, allowing them considerable leeway with the character. 

The film frequently cuts between Kevin's problems at home and Chief Martinez trying to control a fire no one thought would travel fast or far enough to threaten Paradise's residents. Heavy winds and dryness help disprove his projections, but it's really the mix of miscommunication and human negligence that create a recipe for disaster, with necessary evacuations either coming too late or not at all. As Kevin's mom and sick son await his return, he takes the call to pick up the students, insisting Ferrera's Mary come along to keep the students moving. 

What follows is over an hour of unbearably thrilling on road suspense as their window to safety rapidly closes. Kevin wants to take the quickest available route, but a risk averse Mary insists on staying the course, regardless of how long it takes. There's legitimate doubt whether this destination will still be standing as he navigates through the blaze and the panicked but empathetic teacher tries to calm the kids. A turning point comes when Chief Martinez realizes this fire can't be contained and it's time to shift priorities, using all the remaining resources for rescue. 

If the sheer size of a school bus has certain advantages, it isn't long before the elements transform it into a vehicular death trap when smoke seeps through the windows, temperatures soar and dehydration sets in. Between looters attacking and bystanders burning in front of them, the most memorable scene still might be Mary's treacherous, life threatening trek to find water. Against all odds, they make it pretty far, eventually reaching a crossroads when they're forced to choose between staying put and moving, both of which are equally perilous. 

McConaughey's rarely been better as this beleaguered bus driver who for all his flaws proves to be the ultimate protector of these kids. Far from your typical movie star performance, the actor remains rock steady throughout, never overplaying or selling short the enormity of emotions accompanying this treacherous scenario. Continuing to impress with each new role, Ferrera is also amazingly believable as the teacher you always wished you had, summoning the inner strength to power through fear and preconceptions simply because there's no other alternative. 

Knowing how it generally ends does nothing to damper the chill-inducing moment when that bus somehow comes out on the other side, pulling into a lot full of shocked, overjoyed parents. Greengrass could have trivialized a tragedy by holding back or sensationalized the details to give it a Hollywood shine, but he finds an ideal middle ground. And even as some continue to take issue with his shaky-cam style, the approach helps give the material an uncomfortable immediacy it wouldn't otherwise have. That along with a pair of brilliant performances and some seriously impressive visual effects succeed at taking us into the belly of this fiery beast.                          

F1: The Movie

Director: Joseph Kosinki
Starring: Brad Pitt, Damson Idris, Kerry Condon, Javier Bardem, Tobias Menzies, Kim Bodnia, Sarah Niles, Will Merrick, Joseph Balderrama, Abdul Salis, Callie Cooke, Samoson Kayo, Simon Kunz, Liz Kingsman, Shea Whigham 
Running Time: 155 min.
Rating: PG-13

★★★ (out of ★★★★)  

Top Gun meets Days of Thunder in director Joseph Kosinki's F1, a high octane adrenaline rush that might be the most quintessential Brad Pitt movie the actor's starred in. You could actually even imagine producers reading the first few pages of Ehren Kruger's script and deciding no one other than him or Tom Cruise should be considered for the lead. And while the verdict's still out on whether Cruise signs on for an eventual sequel, Kosinki follows the enormous success of Top Gun: Maverick by proving he's still unmatched when it comes to helming big budget, throwback spectacles. 

The film depicts a whole process that's upended when Pitt's rebellious protagonist bursts onto the scene after a partially self-imposed exile from racing. Returning to find the game has changed, this makes little difference to someone not exactly known for following rules to begin with. And now called upon to save a team that could be beyond helping, it's as much a last shot for him as them, even if the aging driver would never publicly admit it's his last chance at achieving a derailed dream. But he'll need to get out of his own way first, somehow co-existing with others to achieve victory.  

Having spent the past thirty 30 years traveling the globe as a racer-for-hire after his career ending crash at the 1993 Spanish Grand Prix, former Formula One prodigy Sonny Hayes (Pitt) is approached by past teammate Rubén Cervantes (Javier Bardem) with an offer. As owner of the struggling APXGP F1 squad, he asks Sonny to join as their second driver, hoping a Grand Prix win will prevent investors from selling the team. Itching to prove he's the best after years of mistakes and squandered opportunities, he agrees, but soon clashes with flashy, hotshot rookie driver Joshua Pearce (Damson Idris) and the team's no-nonsense technical director Kate McKenna (Kerry Condon).

While Joshua takes an instant dislike to Sonny and is even fielding offers from other teams, the latter questions Kate's methods, pestering her to upgrade their cars to meet his specifications. But as Sonny's recklesssness earns them increased scrutiny, he and Joshua's differing philosophies spark a bitter rivalry that spills onto the track, threatening any chance the team might have to turn things around.

Hints are dropped as to why Sonny's had such a chip on his shoulder following that career ending crash, along with some brief but extremely effective video footage of a de-aged Pitt at his character's driving peak decades earlier. But the film mainly relies on the actor's performance to tell this story, especially when Rubén approaches his friend with the offer he knows he won't refuse, if only because of Sonny's ego and need to prove he's still the best. 

Sonny may play it cool but his arrival is met with a mixture of skepticism and frustration, particularly from Joshua, who's immediately insulted by the idea this washed up "old man" would attempt to overshadow him. And while Kate's equally put off by his behavior, it's intriguing to watch all this hostility feed into the spectacularly shot racing sequences, which are only enhanced by Claudio Miranda's cinematography and a soaring Hans Zimmer score that recalls his earlier work on Days of Thunder and Rush. 

On the track, Sonny's a danger, unafraid of sacrificing the safety of his teammates, but he's also a frustratingly talented and disciplined driver who's first to arrive and last to leave each day. And for all the justifiable criticisms Joshua has of him, he's yet to reach his own potential either, frequently more concerned with endorsements, social media and showboating at press conferences. That is until until midway through the film when a major event occurs, taking their feud to a different place where both must begrudgingly acknowledge they have more to learn from the other than they thought. 

Idris is so good as the young, arrogant upstart, it's easy to be fooled into thinking it's really his story while Condon's Kerry is well written and performed enough for her inevitable romance with Sonny to strike just the right chord, hardly feeling as forced as it could have. Bardem's role is smaller, but he's great in it, his rapport with Pitt providing valuable context to Sonny's past and the backdoor machinations surrounding the team's ownership. All these near disasters for APX come to a head in a thrillingly staged Grand Prix race, and though the narrative starts running low on gas before the final lap, the dazzling visuals and editing hold your attention. 

F1 makes up for any lack of surprises with technical excellence and a magnetic performance from Pitt in the type of role you'd envision McQueen, Newman or Redford playing in their primes. Despite considerable contributions from a strong supporting cast, the spotlight remains on his selfish, free-spirited disrupter, helping to elevate an already compulsively watchable sports drama. Filled with moments that tease the possibility this story could go deeper or tack on unexpected twists, Kosinki mostly stays the course, giving us a smart, exhilarating piece of popcorn entertainment that shouldn't be taken for granted.                 

Nobody 2

Director: Timo Tjahjanto
Starring: Bob Odenkirk, Connie Nielsen, John Ortiz, Colin Hanks, RZA, Christopher Lloyd, Sharon Stone, Colin Salmon, Gage Munroe, Paisley Cadorath, Jacob Blair, Daniel Bernhardt, Lucius Hoyos
Running Time: 89 min.
Rating: R

★★★ (out of ★★★★)  

When the surprise hit Nobody was released in 2021, much of its buzz surrounded the casting of Bob Odenkirk as an action hero, especially after already revealing the extent of his dramatic abilities on Breaking Bad and Better Call Saul. And none of it was lost on producers who recognized audiences would be receptive to seeing his take on a seemingly dull family man dragged back into his former life as an assassin. 

The results were entertaining enough to warrant Nobody 2, a sequel that manages to be just as fun as its predecessor, if not a little more so. Despite a change in director, it follows the original's similarly successful blueprint, only with the volume cranked and stakes raised. And for a franchise like this, that's the route to take, incorporating noticeable improvements such as a tighter plot, better use of its supporting cast, a memorable villain and even more elaborately staged action sequences. 

With assassin Hutch Mansell (Odenkirk) now off on dangerous assignments to pay his debt to former government boss, "The Barber"(Colin Salmon), wife Becca (Connie Nielsen), teen son Brady (Gage Munroe) and young daughter Sammy (Paisley Cadorath) hardly see him anymore, causing a rift in their relationship. Burnt out from these missions and looking to make things right, Hutch plans a family trip to Plummerville, an amusement park he went to as a child with his father David (Christopher Lloyd) and brother Harry (RZA). 

Upon the family's arrival, Brady gets into a fight with local teen bully Max (Lucius Hoyos) in an arcade, causing Hutch to snap and attract the unwanted attention of Max's park operator dad Wyatt (John Ortiz) and Abel (Colin Hanks), the town's corrupt sheriff.  But after Hutch discovers they're both running a bootlegging route through Plummerville controlled by ruthless drug kingpin Lendina (Sharon Stone), he attempts to extricate himself. Unfortunately, Hutch soon realizes she'll stop at nothing to protect her business, even if that includes killing him and his family.

There's this pivotal moment early in the film that lets us know Hutch turning around and walking away just isn't an option anymore, despite his best attempts. For a jarring few seconds, any parents watching will likely to ask themselves how they'd react in a similar situation, with their answers likely baring a close resemblance to what he does. And once that line is crossed, any intention he had of remaining on his best behavior is justifiably thrown out the window when he physically takes care of business as only an assassin could. At first, the problem only appears to be with Wyatt, Abel and their gang of oafish thugs, but there are levels to this that lead to the top of the criminal food chain.

Unfortunately for Hutch, the Plummerville he so fondly remembers from childhood vacations most definitely isn't the one that exists today. In fact, he gradually discovers that version may not have existed to begin with, coloring his perception of what he hopes this trip will accomplish. And with Becca frustrated by his frequent absence and Brady not talking to him, only daughter Sammy seems enthusiastically receptive to the idea of a family bonding trip.  

In spite of everything, Hutch keeps pushing, still determined to "make memories" as he fights to stay alive. And it's the comedic juxtaposition of those elements that gives this installment a fresher spin, along with the inspired setting and a larger cast of supporting players like Hanks and Ortiz in effectively villainous turns.  

Hutch's family are front and center in a way they previously weren't, with the possible exception of the legendary Lloyd, who's given more scenes, just not a whole lot to do. It's actually Sharon Stone's wildly unhinged, over-the-top performance as the sadistic Lendina that leaves the largest impression, especially in her highly anticipated confrontation with Hutch. And this comes at the end of an action-packed third act that plays like a violent, R-rated bizarro version of Home Alone, but in a booby trapped amusement park.  

If the idea of finally getting a break to connect with his family looked good on paper, we're reminded in the opening minutes how Hutch's job doesn't afford him that luxury. Wherever he goes, trouble inevitably follows, preventing him from fully enjoying what most would consider a "normal" home life. Or at least the closest he can get to one. So rather than flip the genre on its head or shock us with unexpected developments, director Timothy Tjahjanto picks up where we left off, escalating the insanity to create a more thrilling experience. The rest belongs to Odenkirk as an unassuming husband and father whose skills have since become an open secret, drawing ironic parallels to the actor's own career.                   

Weapons

Director: Zach Cregger
Starring: Josh Brolin, Julia Garner, Alden Ehrenreich, Austin Abrams, Cary Christopher, Toby Huss, Benedict Wong, Amy Madigan, Whitmer Thomas, Callie Schuttera, June Diane Raphael, Luke Speakman, Sara Paxton, Justin Long, Clayton Farris, Scarlett Sher
Running Time: 128 min.
Rating: R

**The Following Review Contains Plot Spoilers**

★★★ ½ (out of ★★★★) 

Some of the best films begin with a simple, single sentence idea that's notable for being unlike anything we've heard before. Writer/director Zach Cregger's Weapons is built on such a premise, showing early signs of a potential masterpiece as it attempts to fulfill the promise of its wholly original concept. But how it starts is entirely different from what follows, especially when the crux of that story hinges on one seemingly unanswerable question. 

To Cregger's credit, he doesn't cop out on giving us an answer, regardless of whether it's the one we want. And because of this, we're willing to buy into the payoff accompanying those astronomical expectations. While its wisest to approach this as a straightforward horror vehicle along the lines of Cregger's own Barbarian or Oz Perkins' Longlegs, a captivating jigsaw puzzle structure, great performances and an equal abundance of scares and laughs enable it to easily eclipse both. There's an an ambition and assuredness to how it comes together, resulting in a divisive reveal that also happens to be a total blast.

Two years ago in the town of Maybrook, Pennsylvania, seventeen students from elementary school teacher Justine Gandy's (Julia Garner) third grade class ran out of their homes at 2:17 a.m. and disappeared. Later that morning, Justine arrived to discover only one child, Alex Lilly (Cary Christopher), in her classroom as authorities get involved and parents frantically search for their kids. With an irate public demanding an investigation into Justine, a muted Alex quietly processes the tragedy, all while the days leading to and following the event are shown through separate, occasionally intersecting chapters.  

Each of these sections follow a character impacted or perhaps even potentially involved. There's Justine, her ex-boyfriend and police officer Paul (Alden Ehrenreich), construction contractor and parent Archer (Josh Brolin), school principal Marcus (Benedict Wong), homeless drug addict James (Austin Abrams), the shell shocked Alex and an eccentric older woman named Gladys (Amy Madigan). Each of their segments provide additional pieces of information about what happened to these children, bringing us increasingly closer to the truth.

In the film's hypnotic opening minutes, we watch those kids run down the street arms outstretched as George Harrison's haunting "Beware of Darkness" plays over the soundtrack and an unidentified girl's folksy voiceover describes the vanishing. This casts a pallor of atmospheric dread that extends beyond the parameters of "elevated horror" into another realm we're not sure the rest of the film can deliver on, despite our willingness to take the ride. And though much of its first half plays as a psychological thriller, it's impossible not to view the event itself, along with the ensuing search for answers, as a clear allegory for school shootings and child abductions.   

Much of the first act surrounds the direct aftermath of the disappearance, with the town's enraged parents baring down on Justine since it can't merely be a coincidence that only her students went missing. But it's also an argument more borne from helpless anger than logic since she's an easy scapecoat unaided by her own checkered past. That she's the town's defacto suspect on circumstance alone isn't a detail that's lost on school principal Marcus or Toby Huss' Police Captain Ed.

An understanding Marcus sympathizes with Justine's plight while recognizing the problems her continued employment causes, especially when she insists on talking with a traumatized Alex. Ed just lacks any credible evidence of her involvement, as everything took place outside school hours, with the kids caught on camera willingly running from their homes. And that detail will prove particularly important.  

Garner's career defining work in Ozark aside, few could argue the actress's performance here represents her best onscreen performance yet as Justine's attempts to maintain the facade of an orderly, composed grade school teacher is frayed at the seams by insurmountable pressure and judgment. Whether she's harassed by parents, having her car vandalized, hitting the bottle or reigniting an affair with married ex Paul, she's understandably overwhelmed and close to reaching the end of her rope. 

While those who really know Justine seriously doubt she has something to do with this, her own instincts about Alex couldn't be more correct. If from the start it's implied these two "surviving" characters hold the key, no parent demands answers more than the brutish Archer, who Brolin plays with the quiet intensity of a determined father who'll stop at nothing to find his son. Giving little credence to what cops or other parents think, Archer adopts a logical method in scanning neighborhood security footage for crucial clues. And aside from his illicit affair with Justine, Ehrenreich's Paul battles an issue of his own that doesn't appear connected to the central mystery. At least until it is.    

The fun of Cregger's story comes not just from speculating which character he'll pivot to next, but why, and how that dovetails with what comes before or follows after. And it gradually start coming together during a combative gas station moment between Justine and Archer that goes completely sideways, confirming our suspicions of a supernatural component lying at the heart of this dark, twisted fairy tale. 

Dots connect in the film's big reveal, entertainingly unraveling every clue we've been given, most of which involve Alex and his creepy "aunt" Gladys, played by an unrecognizable Amy Madigan in a bright orange wig and garish clown makeup. Wacky, campy and sinister all at once, her ability to embody this outwardly disarming kook with a sadistic plan defines the concluding thirty minutes. Like everything else in the film, there are numerous interpretations of her presence, whether that's as a malevolent instigator of change and disruption in children's lives or even the physical manifestation of society's fearful disdain of the elderly. Either way, she's pure nightmare fuel, especially in a terrifying moment that sees her spontaneously pop up in the woods.  

As it all comes to fruition, you can definitely make a case for plot holes (such as no one noticing those missing name tags), but good luck turning away from the craziness for even a minute. And the actual execution remains undeniably thrilling in the face of a bar set high enough for any chosen ending to cause disappointment or controversy. But therein lies the dilemma of whether to judge this for what it is, isn't, or maybe a little of both. Transcending limitations of the genre, Weapons takes a fresh approach, inviting repeated viewings that should determine the extent of its staying power. For now though, let's file it under "mind blowing" and appreciate that Cregger's just getting started, with his best still likely to come.             

The Naked Gun (2025)

Director: Akiva Schaffer
Starring: Liam Neeson, Pamela Anderson, Paul Walter Hauser, Danny Huston, CCH Pounder, Kevin Durand, Liza Koshy, Eddie Yu, Moses Jones, Cody Rhodes, Busta Rhymes, Dave Bautista, "Weird Al" Yankovic 
Running Time: 85 min.
Rating: PG-13

★★★ (out of ★★★★) 

What's immediately obvious in the opening minutes of co-writer/director Akiva Schaffer's sequel to the classic 80's and 90's Naked Gun comedy franchise is that he understands the assignment. And by successfully translating that same style of humor into the current era, the film doesn't let up for a second, bombarding us with an avalanche of jokes and sight gags that rarely miss during the entirety of its surprisingly tight 85 minutes. 

None of it's easy for any comedy to do, much less one based on a decades old movie adapted from a far older, even less known TV series. But in the spirit of those, this masters the lost art of playing it straight, as the best spoofs always have. Beating viewers into exhaustion before they can come up for air is a good problem to have, especially considering the concerns a promising trailer may have given its funniest bits away. As it turns out, that preview was an ideal tease, barely scratching the surface of the ensuing hilarity we'd get.

When LAPD Lieutenant Frank Drebin Jr. (Liam Neeson) attempts to thwart a bank robbery, his risky law enforcement methods get him reassigned to work alongside Capt. Ed Hocken Jr. (Paul Walter Hauser) investigating a fatal car crash involving software engineer Simon Davenport. After initially ruling the death a suicide, Frank's confronted by Simon's crime novelist sister Beth (Pamela Anderson), who suspects foul play and urges him to dig deeper, despite his noticeable doubts. 

Following the evidence, Frank questions Simon's wealthy boss and Edentech CEO Richard Cane (Danny Huston), prompting suspicions that the bank robbery and car crash could be linked. But as Frank and Beth grow closer, Cane sets the wheels set in motion for an over-the-top plan involving a device capable of reverting the population back to their primitive states so billionaires can rule the world. Now with the clock rapidly ticking, Frank and Beth must work together to somehow foil Cane's scheme before it's too late.

It's a pretty good sign when you're already in stitches after the opening sequence, an action packed robbery during which a valuable lockbox is opened to reveal the hilariously named electronic P.L.O.T. (Primordial Law of Toughness) device. And as we get our first dose of Neeson's physical comedy chops and deadpan delivery, it's obvious a lesser script would probably try to explain Frank Jr.'s relationship with his late father or maybe even include clips from the original. Schaffer isn't interested in any of that, instead wisely mocking that detail and an entire department of legacy hires in a gut busting moment before moving on.  

With each succeeding scene, Neeson proves equipped at filling Nielsen's shoes, gamely tackling this material no differently than he would the high octane thrillers he's built his reputation headlining. And already clever lines play only seem that much goofier when delivered in his gruff, no-nonsense tone. Though it's hard to cite every highlight, a running visual gag involving coffee and some unfortunate body cam footage of Frank's lunch break have to rank up there, along with a hysterical romantic weekend getaway involving him, Beth and a maniacal snowman. 

Pamela Anderson continues her career renaissance as the ideal onscreen partner for Neeson, keeping pace with him as the pair encounter one absurd situation after another. If her role recalls Priscilla Presley's, that's not a drawback since Anderson's better at it, sharing effortless chemistry with Neeson as she dives headfirst into the silliness required of her. And with all the sneering, cerebral menace he displays in his villainous turns, Danny Huston earns huge laughs doing it in a different context as psychotic billionaire Cane. There are also a handful of brief cameos that really hit the mark, mainly because the filmmakers don't overdue it, getting the most out of these appearances by utilizing them at opportune times.

Even when the plot seems to run out of gas in the third act it hardly matters since the jokes still hit hard right up to and including the final credits. Of course, this wouldn't be possible without Neeson, whose unflappable performance not only does Nielsen's outings proud, but proves "reboots" or "sequels" don't have to be dirty words. And unlike the recent Happy Gilmore 2, this doesn't abandon the original's rowdy attitude for a kinder, gentler trip down memory lane. Schaffer knows exactly what The Naked Gun should be and makes good on that promise, likely pleasing fans worried how this would turn out.                                                                

Dexter: Resurrection (Season 1)

Creator: Clyde Phillips
Starring: Michael C. Hall, Uma Thurman, Jack Alcott, David Zayas, Ntare Guma Mbaho Mwine, Kadia Saraf, Dominic Fumusa, Emilia Suárez, James Remar, Peter Dinklage, Eric Stonestreet, Steve Schirripa, John Lithgow, Erik King, Jimmy Smits, Marc Menchaca, C.S. Lee, Desmond Harrington, Neil Patrick Harris, Krysten Ritter, David Dastmalchian, Christian Camargo
Original Airdate: 2025

**The Following Review Contains Major Plot Spoilers**

★★★★ (out of ★★★★)

Having last seen former Miami Metro forensics expert and vigilante killer Dexter Morgan lying lifeless in the snow after being shot by his own son, the anti-hero got about as conclusive a finish as we've seen since Walter White's demise in Breaking Bad. But in one of the more shocking TV developments in recent years, Dexter returns with its best iteration yet after seemingly concluding for good after 2022's underappreciated New Blood finale. 

For those still upset how the original series signed off in 2013, that ending should have been their antidote, as Dexter's crimes weren't only exposed, but he accepted his fate, willingly facing consequences at the hands of the person he hurt most. Instead, fans proved they're still tough to please, even when given what they've claimed to want all along. But no matter how anyone feels about creator and showrunner Clyde Phillips' creative decisions, the announcement of three new impending Dexter shows (including the now cancelled prequel Original Sin) prompted justifiable skepticism.  

The idea of picking up where New Blood left off may have caused jaws to drop, but whatever ideas remained from its hypothetical second season now morphs into the brilliant Dexter: Resurrection, which isn't just a huge departure from the formula, but sets a new bar for the franchise as a whole. Armed with a fresh setting, top notch writing and acting, a dream cast and possibly its most potent villain yet, these ten thrilling episodes find a physically and psychologically spent Dexter at the end of his rope. Reckoning with his past while facing the reality he's brought more harm than good to those closest to him, he'll try not to squander a second chance at being the father he couldn't before. 

This is a different, more determined Dexter, intent on controlling his dark side to protect the only person who still matters. But after finding a safe space where his worst impulses are accepted and encouraged, he finds dangerous strings attached, just as a familiar face from his past reemerges to take him down. Full of mind blowing developments, this season finds the show firing on all cylinders, finally giving fans something they can unanimously agree on. 

Dexter Morgan (Michael C. Hall) has awakened from a ten week coma after suffering a near-fatal gunshot wound at the hands of his son Harrison (Jack Alcott), who's since fled Iron Lake for New York City. Still believing his father died, he works as a bellhop at the Empire Hotel while Dexter continues to recover. But when Harrison snaps, killing a sexual predator to prevent the rape of a hotel guest, the crime immediately grabs the attention of meticulously wired NYPD homicide detective Claudette Wallace (Kadia Saraf) and her skeptical partner Oliva (Dominic Fumusa). 

Upon hearing of the killer's familiar body disposal method, Dexter heads to NYC to help Harrison. Unfortunately, former Miami Metro police captain, colleague and friend Angel Batista (David Zayas) trails behind, more determined than ever to prove Dexter's guilt. But as deceased adoptive father Harry (James Remar) reappearing as his inner consciousness, Dexter watches Harrison from afar, forging a friendship with kindly rideshare driver and new landlord Blessing (Ntare Guma Mbaho Mwine). 

It's only when serial killer Ron "Red" Schmidt (Marc Menchaca) is branded with Dexter's own "Dark Passenger" moniker for murdering the city's drivers that his vengeful yearnings take hold, leading him to a secret society of serial killers funded by billionaire philanthropist Leon Prater (Peter Dinklage). But as Batista closes in on Dexter, an impressed Prater takes a real liking to his newest recruit, despite suspicions from icy, loyal head of security Charley (Uma Thurman). Now Dexter not only needs to protect his cover, but also Harrison, who he's on the cusp of reconnecting with. 

You'd figure it would be impossible to explain away Dexter surviving that apparently fatal gunshot wound at the end of New Blood, but the writers cleverly manage to do this logically. And while there are still minor plot holes, it's surprising just how cleverly they account for him not being booked on murder charges, clearing the table for a next crucial chapter. 

As Dexter fights for his life, some of the show's most pivotal figures reappear to him in a vision, offering valuable insight into his past and potential future. It plays as kind of a series highlight reel, with John Lithgow's Trinity Killer, Jimmy Smits' Miguel Prado and even Erik King's Sgt. Doakes returning to remind him that Harrison needs his best. Of course, the most important voice occupying Dexter's mind is his Dark Passenger, conveyed through the hallucinatory presence of late father Harry. 

Remar's role as Harry only gains greater significance after seeing how Christian Slater's take on the elder Morgan in Original Sin shed additional light on the impetus of he and Dexter's complicated bond. And it's also why this season functions as a closer companion to the prequel than original series, with the two trading barbs back-and-forth throughout. Ghost Harry may be hilariously sarcastic and disapproving, but Dexter gives it right back as he expresses serious hesitancy at the notion of reentering Harrison's life.

Moonlighting as a rideshare driver shortly after arriving in NYC, an emotionally paralyzed Dexter knows Harrison needs help but has no idea how to approach a son who still thinks he killed him. And while Jack Alcott impressed in New Blood, many didn't count on him getting the chance to reprise this role again, much less add so many new wrinkles to a character who's endured a lot. 

Though Dexter and Harry are both responsible for the deaths of their son's mothers, Harrison isn't necessarily destined to follow in their flawed footsteps despite also being "born in blood." Like Dexter, Harrison has the ability to fit in anywhere, finding a job and a place to temporarily crash, even managing to easily make friends without the social awkwardness that defines his dad. Where he differs is in feeling remorse for a crime committed not out of an uncontrollable urge, but a desire to help someone. It's his very fear of becoming Dexter that stands as the most conclusive proof he isn't.  

Harrison just goes too far in the moment, recognizing this in a self reflective way Dexter never could when his reckless behavior harmed those he loved most, like Rita and Deb. It's a moral distinction that more closely aligns Harrison with his late mom than a dad who continues to view himself as a "Dark Avenger." In actuality, he'd be better off taking lessons on being a superhero from his own son. 

Much of Harrison's story revolves around Dexter realizing he can't be the father Harry was for him since the youngest Morgan lacks that Dark Passenger gene. The kid just needs his dad, which doesn't mean Harrison isn't still shaped by Dexter's past, whether he's being drawn to rescuing co-worker and single mom Elsa (Emilia Suárez) or potentially pursuing a career in law enforcement. 

True to his character, Harrison's also a bad liar who finds himself in the crosshairs of neurodivergent, Bee Gee's loving homicide detective Wallace. Fittingly played by Law and Order alum Saraf as the smartest, most observant cop either Morgan could encounter, she quickly puts the pieces together, zeroing in on the nervous bellhop as her prime suspect. Watching Harrison clumsily try to cover his tracks before stammering under the pressure of Wallace's questioning, we're reminded of young Dexter's mistakes in Original Sin, minus the eager enthusiasm. 

Harrison hates himself for pulling the trigger, but also despises his dad for asking him to, even as Dexter rightly accepts the blame. It won't be until he saves his son from a growing mountain of circumstantial evidence that the ice between them starts thawing. But while everyone's new favorite UrCar driver shows promising signs of selflessness in his conversations with Harrison and bond with Blessing and his family, the darkness persists. Having already eliminated Dark Passenger knock-off Red, Dexter can't pass on joining an exclusive serial killers club, regardless of whether he was officially invited. And though his best lies always contain an abundance of truth, he's really playing with fire this time. 

Surreal as it is to see Uma Thurman in the Dexter universe, her introductory scene goes quite a distance in establishing the badass Charley as a cold, calculated fixer who doesn't suffer fools. Clad in tactical gear, she slyly maneuvers herself into Red's apartment, leaving the gift and dinner invitation Dexter claims as his own, making it that much easier to speculate just how dangerous her boss is. 

While Dinklage's Leon Prater is a serious threat, he's not your usual Dexter adversary, giving the newest member of his secret society an enthusiastically warm welcome. But with each word, expression and mannerism, Dinklage subtly hints at a god complex bubbling beneath, suggesting much more to this wealthy collector with a mysterious past. 

Dexter may be Prater's latest prize, but he's hardly the first, as confirmed by a trophy room filled with personally obtained effects and evidence from infamous serial killers such as John Wayne Gacy, Ted Bundy, Son of Sam, Jeffrey Dahmer and the fictitious "New York Ripper" Detective Wallace has devoted her career to catching. 

Of course, that elaborate display that wouldn't be complete without souvenirs from Trinity, Dexter's Ice Truck Killer brother Brian Moser (Christian Camargo) and the legendary Bay Harbor Butcher, who Prater has now unknowingly let into his inner sanctum.

The reveal of this vault might be the season's creepiest scene but what stands out more is Dexter's reaction to seeing his infamous blood slides or the gurney on which he ended Brian's life. And any lie he tells as Red reveals more than a bit of truth about himself, his mask dropping at many points, much to the delight of a giddy, starstruck Prater. 

Joining Dinklage and Thurman is a stacked supporting ensemble comprising of Krysten Ritter, David Dastmalchian, Neil Patrick Harris and Eric Stonestreet as the various killers, each of whom have their own twisted methodology. Ritter's "Lady Vengeance" and Dastmalchian's "Gemini" leave the largest impressions, not just due to their chilling performances, but how their characters are written and played to reflect different aspects of Dexter, who adheres to a code neither could possibly understand or abide by. 

All of these members have a loose, preconceived sets of rules, but they're really no different than Dexter's many other cold blooded victims, regardless of how closely their past traumas resemble his. With Ritter's Mia, it's a dysfunctional family history while Dastmalchian's Gareth dredges up Dexter's unresolved baggage with his own brother. 

Despite her penchant for offing sexual predators, Mia isn't the heroic vigilante the media or Dexter assumed, even if she still proves valuable in his quest to protect Harrison. Unsure whether to befriend or murder these killers, Dexter treads carefully at first, calculating the risk of everyone disappearing immediately after he's joined the group. 

Impressed and deliriously pleased by his newest recruit, we get the impression serial killer fanboy Prater might be ecstatic after uncovering Dexter's true identity, especially since most everything else Dexter reveals about his tortured soul is true. And the more we learn about Prater's Bruce Wayne-like backstory, the clearer it becomes why he's so intrigued by his favorite pupil's unusual "share" with the group. 

But whatever childhood commonalities he may share with Dexter, Prater thrives on manipulation and control, getting his kicks from others needing him to survive. Expertly conveying both sides of this meglomaniac, an Emmy-worthy Dinklage inhabits a greedy monster who wields superficial generosity as a weapon, his wealth merely a means to own people for personal amusement. 

While Prater exhibits uncontainable excitement at the members' various kills and methods, Charley acts as his loyal soldier, particularly suspicious of Dexter from day one. But even her allegiance to the boss extends only so far as we gradually learn the true nature of their arrangement, leading to some intense, vulnerable work from Thurman in the home stretch. 

With Batista continuing to close in on a united Dexter and Harrison, it's only a matter of time before it all lands on Prater's lap. If Dexter fails again in keeping Harrison safe, much of that can be traced to his own past haunting him in the form of Batista. Now that the co-worker and friend he bonded with for over twenty years knows he's the  Bay Harbor Butcher, every Batista memory is tainted by the totality of Dexter's crimes. Most especially the deaths of ex-wife Maria and Sgt. Doakes.

All of this provides David Zayas with the chance to play an obsessive, unhinged version of his beloved character who'll stop at nothing for justice, despite being recently retired. The problem lies in him having only vaguely circumstantial evidence of Dexter's guilt,along with the fact he's impersonating an active law enforcement officer. 

While we know Batista's right about everything, it's understandable why he'd start looking like a crazed madman to Wallace or just about anyone else, including promoted former colleague and friend Lieutenant Quinn (a returning Desmond Harrington).  

Though Batista's attempt to catch the Butcher in action backfires spectacularly and destroys his case, Dexter's respect for him doesn't waver. His warnings to back off aren't threats, but pleas, knowing it always ends badly for those who choose this path. And that's exactly what happens to Batista once he meets Prater, who's predictably wowed to be in the same room as the notorious Bay Harbor Butcher. Only we know Dexter could never bring himself to kill Batista, or at least not for the sole purpose of indulging Prater's sick thrills. 

It's ultimately Batista's hatred and sense of justice that consumes him, angrily sacrificing his own life to destroy Dexter, who underestimated just how much pain and damage he caused. Even without literally killing Deb, Maria, Doakes or Rita, he remains unquestionably responsible for their deaths, causing any apologies to ring hollow. 

Dexter probably knew Batista aligning with him was a long shot, and unlike in his earlier fallout with Blessing, doesn't receive the forgiveness he genuinely seeks. So hurt and rattled by Batista's dying words, all he can do now is let out an anguished, primal scream.

Dexter's relationship with Harrison is the one he ends up salvaging, simply by being somewhat transparent and accepting that his son isn't him. Prater's machinations seal his own fate once Charley realizes she's also had enough, paving the way for Dexter to deny him a dignity even his most depraved victims receive. Categorizing Prater as irrelevant and unmemorable, Dexter uses the puppet master's own words against him, spitefully foregoing the minimal attention a blood slide could provide.  

Where this resembles the original series is in a lack of cliffhangers or loose ends, with the book closing until a new season, whether that's in NYC or possibly somewhere else. Just about the only lingering thread is the question of Batista's body being found in the vault, which glaringly links Dexter and Prater. It'll be interesting to see if this raises any red flags, assuming the writers choose to go there. 

The closing image of Dexter on a yacht as he disposes of Prater is the scene we didn't know we needed, calling back to his days in Miami. And with unfortunate cancellation of Original Sin, it might be the closest we'll get, at least for now. With Dexter wrestling with the reality of who he is, this season was all about Harrison helping him learn how to better control and accept it. And while we all know Michael C. Hall's versatile enough to tackle any other project right now, this showcased exactly why he shouldn't. Much like the actor who plays him, Dexter's back where he belongs, even if it'll be an excruciating wait to see what comes next.