Movie love for movie lovers.
by Rob DiCristino
It’s Ryan Gosling and a friendly space rock. Buy a ticket.
Yes, despite the impenetrable density of its source material — author Andy Weir’s (The Martian) hard sci-fi bestseller of the same name — that’s all an eager theatergoer really needs to understand Project Hail Mary, the latest from action/comedy maestros Phil Lord and Christopher Miller. Waking from an induced coma without a clue as to who he is or how he ended up alone in deep space, Dr. Grace must shake off his amnesia, remember his mission, and execute it before the Earth turns into a popsicle. Luckily, he has help: A scientist from the planet Eridani — which is also dying of the Astroplague — is nearby! Trouble is, he’s a faceless rock spider about the size of a toaster oven who doesn’t speak English. Or any language. He doesn’t even have a mouth. This is an Andy Weir joint, however, so Dr. Grace will Science the Shit Out of the Problem until he and his pint-sized partner — whom he dubs “Rocky” (voiced and puppeteered by James Ortiz) — establish communication, cure the Astroplague, and, wouldn’t you know it, become best friends.
None of it works without Ryan Gosling, of course, who’s here in top-tier Nice Guys flibbertigibbet mode. Clad in a rotation of nerdcore t-shirts and cozy hoodies — and, to my delight, tucking his glasses under his chin like Daniel Craig in The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo — Gosling unleashes a self-effacing charm assault that few leading men of his ilk have the confidence, or indeed the opportunity, to deploy. Dr. Grace was ostracized from the scientific community for his controversial ideas on biology — hence the middle school teaching job — and teetered on the edge of despair until the Astroplague made those ideas look like a reasonable alternative to, you know, passive acceptance of our collective extinction. Still, Dr. Grace is no thrill-seeker, and Project Hail Mary spends far more time developing his relationship with Rocky than on the fate of humanity. This costs the film some dramatic tension later on — we’re never quite as concerned for Dr. Grace’s survival as we are for, say, Matt Damon’s in The Martian — but it never matters all that much.
So while nitpickers will pick their nits at some of the more notable omissions from the novel — most of which amount to pages of inscrutable molecular biology — Project Hail Mary is a winning crowd-pleaser that gives far more to its audience than it asks from it. It’s another exceptional vehicle for Ryan Gosling, who continues to lend his star power to engaging mainstream projects that somehow still manage to hang just left of center (The Fall Guy is weird and good, actually). James Ortiz’s work with Rocky is seamless and delightful, recalling the E.T.s and Yodas of puppeteering golden eras (era) past. More than anything else, though, Project Hail Mary solidifies Andy Weir as the most prominent and exciting voice in popular science fiction entertainment, a working-class answer to the abstract science fantasy of Christopher Nolan and the lush, prestige spectacle of Denis Villeneuve. You don’t need an advanced degree to appreciate the enduring brotherhood between a Canadian hunk and his Pokemon sidekick, do you? Of course you don’t, silly.
Who loves Patrick and Doug and who do Patrick and Doug love?by JB
I must say, I found the winners last Sunday night to be amazing and surprising...
1. Both Conan’s Weapons-inspired opening montage and his monologue were spot on. It was the funniest opening in years. And because I personally found the running children in Weapons to be terrifying, I appreciated Conan poking fun at it so I can finally start sleeping at night.
3. I actually really liked the set design this year. It reminded me of our favorite Asian-inspired restaurant in North Hollywood.
7. Amy Madigan won Best Supporting Actress for Weapons, a horror film. Oscar famously hates horror films. Gee, could more people who actually deserve to win take home statues tonight? That would be GREAT.
11. There was a tie amongst the Best Short Subject Award winners: Singers and Two People Exchanging Saliva both won Oscars. Both films are honestly excellent. Bravo.
13. Conan did a comedy bit with Sterling K. Brown, spoofing Casablanca. Brown played what looked like Sam’s iconic piano from the film. The actual piano is part of the Academy’s collection; it’s on display in their museum. My wife and I theorized that Conan had the real prop sent over from the museum—it sure looked like it. That would be cool!
16. Sigourney Weaver presented... and did a funny bit with Kate Hudson and Grogu in the audience. Conan O’Brian points out that Grogu is incapable of clapping. But HE TRIED, dammit, and isn't that WHAT ART IS ALL ABOUT?!
18. Joachim Trier won Best International Film for Sentimental Value and pointed out that 1,792 people worked on the film. Sentimental Value received about NOK 32.9 million (that's more than $3 million) in grants and funding from the Norwegian Film Institute. It makes one wish that more countries would subsidize filmmaking as a nationalized jobs program; some countries prefer to gut federal spending on the arts. Go figure.
20. It really was great night, was it not?by Adam Riske
Nominated for “Choice Movie: Chick Flick” at the Teen Choice Awards. It lost to The Holiday.
• Best Merch: A “The Last Kiss Movie CD Press Kit…” for $17.99. I like this because it looks like evidence you gathered in your work as a private detective. Plus, you get a manilla folder and those always come in handy. I worked at Office Depot as a teen and there’s something about a new box of manilla file folders that makes you feel like you’re on the right track. O.D. Boy for life! Wait, that doesn’t sound right. That would be the wrong track.
• Mall Movie? No. The success of Garden State and The Last Kiss being a romantic drama for adults would ensure it a spot at the fancy theater in town.
• 2006 Crush (tie): Cindy Sampson and Marley Shelton.by Rob DiCristino
This is why you shouldn’t start a podcast.
Ian Tuason’s Undertone is an ambitious exercise in that power, a two-handed chamber piece about a paranormal podcaster (Nina Kiri as Evy) who discovers a horrifying connection between her dying mother (Michele Duquet) and her co-host’s (Adam DiMarco as Justin) latest case study. Evy’s normally the Scully to Justin’s Mulder on their podcast: Most episodes begin with Justin presenting evidence of ghostly phenomena that Evy will then debunk with logic and reason. This week’s case, however, is a little harder to explain: An anonymous listener has submitted a series of voice notes chronicling one young couple’s (Keana Lyn Bastidas and Jeff Yung) possession by a demonic entity with roots in children’s folk songs like “Ring Around the Rosy” and “Baa Baa, Black Sheep.” Evy initially holds to her skepticism, but as her catatonic mother’s behavior grows erratic — and the reality of her own unwanted pregnancy starts to sink in — she’s forced to admit that there just might be something sinister at play. Worse, she might be its next target.
We may spend most of Undertone staring at stucco ceilings and empty hallways, but what the film lacks in visual texture it more than makes up for with a soundscape that is both intimate and expansive. As Evy listens intently to each new audio file, the line between what she’s hearing and the space around her begins to blur. Soon enough, we’re starting to wonder: Was that loud thud on the recording or in Evy’s kitchen? Is that Justin’s voice or the man on the tape? Why does the camera keep drifting over to that closet? How does the ghost lady know the song that Evy’s mother sang to her as a child? Undertone’s narrative may not amount to much — coherence starts leaking around the thirty-minute mark, and by the end we’ve fully entered Silent Hill territory — but there’s a kitchen-sink playfulness to Tuason’s experimentation that helps us forgive his parade of undercooked cliches and half-thoughts. Undertone is dynamic enough to reward a surround-sound theatrical viewing — or, for the real sickos, a 4K laptop and a good pair of headphones.
For all its earnest enthusiasm, Undertone is more of a curiosity than a finished product, and it pales in comparison to similar efforts like Red Rooms or Skinamarink. Nina Kiri (The Handmaid’s Tale) is too busy scowling and shrieking to give Evy much interiority, and far too many story threads — Justin’s complicity in the chaos his discovery unleashes, for example — go unexplored. Without that depth, Undertone starts to grate after a while, and the rapt attention it demands inevitably becomes exhausting. To his credit, Tuason does manage a few haunting images — one bleeding face on a TV screen has stuck with me since my screening — and he’s craftsman enough not to telegraph all the best scares with the obnoxious startle cues so many horror directors use as crutches. Undertone would have made a great short, actually; Tuason’s tricks would feel innovative without wearing out their welcome. Oh, well. At least this film has the wit and wisdom to make fun of podcasters. Those people really are the worst. by Patrick Bromley
When Going Back to the Well isn't always such a bad thing.
Talk about a movie that probably shouldn't exist. There is nothing in Alfred Hitchcock's 1960 masterpiece that suggests there's more story to be told, and trying to sequelize one of the greatest horror movies ever made by one of the greatest to ever do it really seems like a fool's errand. Credit to director Richard Franklin and screenwriter Tom Holland, then, for making a sequel that, one some days, I'd sooner put on than the original. Picking up 20 years after the events of the first movie, the sequel dives deep into Norman Bates' psychology as he tries to cope with the things he's done and live with his illness. It's fascinating and Anthony Perkins gives a tour de force performance returning to the role that would more or less define his career. There's some stupid '80s shit in here like a higher body count and more graphic violence -- as well as an attempt to add a new twist that really, really does not work -- but for nearly all of its running time, Psycho II is a kind of miracle movie.
Revisiting the characters of The Last Picture Show 30 years into adulthood probably seemed like a bad idea when Texasville was released in 1990, but it at least it wasn't Peter Bogdanovich's bad idea. Credit goes to the original author, Larry McMurtry, on whose sequel novel his own screenplay is based. Most of the cast members return for what was an early version of what is considered a "legacy sequel," which picks up more than 30 years after the events of the first film. The whole thing feels broader than its predecessor -- a product of its time, no doubt -- but it's also more cheerful and upbeat, too, a victory lap celebration of these characters that also manages to find things to say about aging, love, loss, and legacy.
Every time John Carpenter comes up on the podcast or in writing, I mention that I'm always trying to figure out what the next great discovery in his filmography will be among fans. It's happened with nearly every one of his movies that underperformed and possibly even received bad reviews at the time but then went on to be considered a genre classic: The Thing, Prince of Darkness, In the Mouth of Madness, the list goes on. I'm kind of hoping it will be Escape from L.A., his 1996 legacy sequel to Escape from New York and a film of which I've been a fan since seeing it opening night. I get that it's over the top and a little silly. So is Los Angeles. Carpenter leans much more heavily into comedy for this follow-up, which once again finds Snake Plissken dispatched to an American city on a suicide mission to rescue someone (or something) important. Like New York, it's episodic and introduces a colorful cast of supporting characters, not all of whom hold up super well (looking at you, Carjack Malaone), but it's funnier and ultimately even darker than its predecessor, boasting one of the great endings of the 1990s. Welcome to the human race indeed.
More than any other title, this is the movie that inspired this list. I've always found The Two Jakes to be a worthy follow-up to Roman Polanski's Chinatown -- not as good, but worthy -- but I also know I'm in a minority in this opinion. Robert Towne was originally going to direct this follow-up (with Nicholson reprising his role as detective Jake Gittes and former Paramount head Robert Evans playing the other Jake) but a long and trouble production history stretching over a decade eventually led to Nicholson stepping into the director's chair for the version we got. It's good! Sure, the mystery is a little convoluted, but so is the one in Chinatown. I'm a sucker for a private detective, and if that private detective is played by one of the best to ever do it, I'm pretty much onboard. Plus, Hot Stowe!
My beloved Peter Hyams finally scored his first big box office hit with this sequel to Stanley Kubrick's 2001: A Space Odyssey -- on paper, yet another impossible proposition -- working closely with Arthur C. Clarke to adapt his 1982 novel 2010. This is much more a direct sequel than I ever realized, more Blade Runner 2049 than the in-name-only movie I was expecting. 2010 manages to be faithful and respectful to the Kubrick film while still functioning as its own thing. This is thoughtful, adult science fiction that stands out among the glut of genre movies crowding theaters in the first half of the 1980s and, divorced of the expectations from when it came out, can be appreciated as a worthy sequel and one of Hyams' strongest efforts. It's not the Kubrick film, but what can be?
Ok, hear me out. I know Ravager has its flaws and an argument could be made that it's the weakest of the Phantasm series. I give it so much credit, though, for having something on its mind more than just keeping a phranchise alive. This is a messy, low-budget movie with at-times questionable visual effects, but it's also commenting on the End of Things and how we approach death. It's rare for a movie this deep into a long-running horror series to have this strong of an emotional core, but it's a testament to our relationship to these characters (and the actors who have played them in almost every entry, save for Phantasm 2's bit of temporary recasting) that the finale of this sequel is genuinely moving.
I know that this will be an unpopular pick because the movie and its director are pretty widely hated amidst the online Movie Discourse. And while I won't defend John Landis' actions or his humanity and while I won't argue that Blues Brothers 2000 is as good a movie as the original Blues Brothers, I do think it's much better than its reputation would suggest. Yes, the absence of the late John Belushi is felt (the filmmakers replace him with not one but three separate characters: John Goodman, Joe Morton, and a kid) and yes there are times when it feels like everyone involved is attempting to reheat a souffle, but I still think 2000 works ok as a big musical. Because I'm not especially precious about the original Blues Brothers (sorry, JB, I swear I like it), I can still enjoy myself and the well-staged musical numbers of even a lesser version.
I maintain that if this had just been a loose remake of Brian De Palma's Carrie (which it mostly is) instead of a direct sequel, it would be a better movie. But then it couldn't appear on this list, could it? The inclusion of elements from the original movie -- chief among them the reappearance of Amy Irving as Sue Snell, who deserved better -- feels almost like a studio note instead of something in which director Katt Shea was really interested. This is a better remake of Carrie than any of the other remakes of Carrie, of which there have already been two as of this writing.
It seems silly to call a sequel to two of the best movies ever made and one which was nominated for multiple Academy Awards including Best Picture "underrated," but The Godfather Part III hasn't enjoyed the kind of life and respect afforded to its predecessors. It's the red-headed stepchild of the trilogy, but it's still good! I like all the stuff with Michael Corleone trying to atone for his past sins. I like Andy Garcia's super-intense performance and Joe Mantegna's Joey Zaza. I even like Sofia Coppola's unaffected and raw performance as Michael's daughter -- the aspect of the film most critics at the time (and since) cited as being the movie's biggest problem. I still haven't seen Coda: The Death of Michael Corleone, which might be an even better movie, but I like the theatrical cut and will go to bat for it.
It took so many years and so many false starts to get a legacy sequel to Beetlejuice to screens, which becomes apparent when watching 2024's Beetlejuice Beetlejuice because it feels like at least one idea was kept from every different draft of a script that got written. It's overly busy, for sure, but everyone involved is clearly enjoying themselves -- none more than Tim Burton, who feels excited and alive to try ideas for the first time this century. I'll stand up for a well-intentioned mess even when it's born out of cash-grabby studio cynicism because no one in front of or behind the camera approaches this movie cynically.
The gang recaps F This Movie Fest 2026, recorded live right after the fest.by JB
I wonder what his pronouns are?
I am on record here as being no fan of 1955’s The Ten Commandments and have poked gentle fun at it several times lo these past fifteen years. I am now convinced that Ben-Hur is the “antidote film” to Commandments in terms of comparable religious epics.
I could go on and on. In one of the few examples of the Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences getting something right, The Ten Commandments won one measly Oscar, Best Special Effects. (Around the World in 80 Days won Best Picture that year.) Ben-Hur went home with eleven, a record at that time: Best Picture, Best Director, Best Actor, Best Supporting Actor, Best Cinematography, Best Original Score, Best Film Editing, Best Special Effects, Best Production Design, and Best Costume Design. It only lost in a single category in which it was nominated, Best Adapted Screenplay. This is a record matched only by Titanic and The Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King.
An accident involving loose roofing tiles gives Messala the excuse to have Judah and his mother and sister thrown in jail. Judah is sentenced to row in the galley of a warship—a death sentence. While being transported to the ship, Judah drops from exhaustion and thirst, but a local carpenter offers him water. This “local carpenter” may or may not become important later in the story.
Judah seizes on an opportunity to compete in a chariot race against Messala and extract his revenge. The chariot race is brutal, even by brutal Roman chariot race standards, made even more so because Messala, for some strange reason, is allowed to have chariot wheels with sharp, spinning spikes sticking out of them. MASSIVE SPOILER ALERT: Judah wins the race. Messala falls from his chariot, is trampled by horses, and breaks every bone in his body. Judah searches for his mother and sister. He does not like what he finds.
I was blown away by the quality of the image here; it’s one of the best 4K Blu-ray discs I have ever seen. Focus is razor sharp; colors are vivid and eye-popping; the level of fine detail is reference quality; and the soundtrack is clear, booming where it needs to be, and pleasing to the ear. I felt that viewing this disc on my massive flat screen TV was the closest I was ever going to get to an authentic 1950s roadshow experience, unless someone decides to buy the Cinerama Dome and reopen it.by Adam Riske and Patrick Bromley
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