"Digger"

☆☆☆☆

For months, Digger has been so wildly hyped and also so shrouded in mystery that it had developed a reputation even before anyone saw it. Some claimed it was a secret musical, others that its run time was close to four hours, and many, many people said it was a colossal failure.

As with many myths and urban legends, none of those things turned out to be true. Digger is not a musical, though it contains one scene that ventures close to that mark; it's only about two hours long; and it's anything but a failure.

It's also not an outright success, and there will be plenty of people who won't be able to stand it, not even a little bit. Its director, Alejandro G. Iñárritu, directed the Oscar-winning Birdman, which many found brilliant and I found pretentious. The opposite may prove to the case here, though the split may be similar: on one side will be people who think the whole thing is an unsuccessful overreach, an obvious and unsuccessful attempt at satire; on the other will be people taken by the performances and by the unexpected and bold surprise the movie springs on viewers.

In fact that revelation (I'd be hesitant to call it a twist) comes into play not just once but twice, and on the second appearance it deepens the film immeasurably and recontextualizes everything that has been happening, even the opening credits. The most frustrating part about discussing the film with someone who hasn't seen it is keeping that revelation a surprise—not because knowing it ruins the film, but because its appearance throws everything into such a different light.

Digger is, above everything else, a satire. And satire is, as George S. Kaufman famously said, "what closes on Saturday night." That is, satire rarely works. A lot of people will feel it doesn't work here, but I'm not one of them, even if the movie and its performers can never quite settle on the right tone. (And that might not be a mistake.)

Tom Cruise finds the tone well, though, and if a cynical view is that he's made Digger to show off his acting chops, the truth is: it works. In manic, well-past-middle-aged oil tycoon Digger Rockwell, Cruise has found a character that embraces his own larger-than-life mystique and allows him to deconstruct it. By the time Digger ends, Cruise has done something many actors never do: he's convinced us he really is the character we're watching.

That can't really be said for others in the cast, especially the overly outré John Goodman, tonally inconsistent Michael Stuhlbarg, and radically underused Sandra Hüller. Each seems to have walked in from a different movie.

Goodman, channeling the spirit of George C. Scott in Dr. Strangelove, is the U.S. president at some unknown time in the near future, and Stuhlbarg is his vice president. They meet with Digger Rockwell after learning that a massive glacier in Greenland where the U.S., through Rockwell's company, has been drilling for oil (yes, the parallels are that obvious). The glacier, warns Dr. Ganesh (Riz Ahmed) will hit Europe and cause massive flooding. Which it does. And Digger has to accept responsibility.

In one of the movie's most captivating scenes, he delivers a blistering and outrageous speech that implicates the audience itself in the climate crisis. Cruise is brilliant, the writing — by Iñárritu, Alexander Dinelaris, Nicolás Giacobone and Sabina Berman, from a story by Iñárritu, Berman and playwright Jez Butterworth — is sharp and angry, and the movie turns into something so wildly over-the-top it borders on surreal.

It's in this scene that Cruise, though excellent, makes us doubt our commitment to Digger, who seems charismatic, perhaps, but a horrible human being. If that's your feeling, too, stick with it, because Digger is about do to something wild.

Whether that something works will be open to interpretation and personal taste. I think it does, aided by Plemons and Sophie Wild, who probably won't get the credit she deserves for helping make Digger work.

This won't be a movie for all tastes. To judge whether it will work for you, consider your own reaction to the 2022 satire Triangle of Sadness, which some people hated even as it was nominated for Best Picture. (And if you've never seen that film, you might not be in the right audience demographic for Digger.)

If you're willing to meet it halfway, you may find Digger bold and memorable. And if not, you may have a pretty miserable time.

Viewed October 2, 2026 — AMC Century City

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"The Weight"

☆☆☆☆

There is a brutal physicality to The Weight that is both impressive and difficult to watch. I don’t know with any certainty how much the film relies on CG or modern visual-effects technology, but it seems very little — this is a movie that feels grounded in a harsh and unforgiving reality.

The Weight is both a serious and moody Depression-era drama about the lengths desperate people will go to in order to survive; and it’s a captivating and at times almost unbearably tense heist and adventure film. It might not have quite the ineffable gravitas of The Revenant, but it’s still an intense and fulfilling work.
 
Ethan Hawke stars as Samuel Murphy, a single father struggling to make ends meet at the height of the Great Depression. Evicted from his apartment, he even has to sell his daughter’s precious teddy bear for few quick cents. Searching for an apartment in a seedy area of Eugene, Oregon, Murphy is attacked by crooked cops, thrown in jail and separated from his daughter.
 
He soon finds himself in a prison work camp, and the movie’s specific 1933 setting becomes deeply important. The camp’s warden (Russell Crowe) makes him an offer: He can arrange to help Murphy get released from prison in time to get his daughter back from the state if he helps out with a little plan.
Franklin D. Roosevelt is about to seize all private gold, and some of the shady people who run the local gold mine want to liberate it before that can happen.

Murphy and three other prisoners — along with Anna (Julia Jones), a Native American woman trying to escape the harsh mining camp — will carry the gold 50 miles through the unforgiving wilderness to a drop point. They’ve got five days.

The challenges they face are harsh and extraordinary. Director Padraic McKinley shoots all of it with both cool dispassion and maximum tension. An effort to get the heavy gold bars over a rope bridge; a race against a river logjam that comes dangerously unjammed at the worst possible time; an encounter with a suspicious miner; and some excruciating business involving a wedding ring and a broken finger are harrowing, sometimes cringe-inducing highlights.

There’s also an impossibly tense sequence set during a rainstorm that strips cinema to its barest essentials: light and sound. It’s an extraordinary scene, masterfully conceived, shot and edited, that on its own is worth seeing.

The movie as a whole feels a little like Wages of Fear meets The Revenant, but if the individual beats sometimes feel overly familiar, the performances — Hawke, Jones and Crowe, in particular — and the movie’s impressive, meticulous production design compensate. (The movie, it's interesting to note, was shot not in the Pacific Northwest but in the massive forests of Bavaria.)
 
It’s a movie that genuinely tests just how much an audience can take, but generally stays on the right side of that difficult line. For those craving an honest, physical, intensely real movie in a sea of digital trickery, The Weight is uncommonly satisfying.

Viewed September 20, 2026 — Regal Sherman Oaks

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"The Musical"

☆☆☆

If Alfred Hitchcock had directed The Bad News Bears or School of Rock, the result might have looked a little bit like The Musical, a small, independent comedy with some pretty big ambitions.

It's got a considerable pedigree. With backing from the American Film Institute and the Sundance Institute, director Giselle Bonilla and writer Alexander Heller have created exactly the kind of small indie movie that cinephiles on social media are lamenting don't exist anymore. Subject matter aside (we'll get to that in a moment), it's a movie that could have been made in the indie-crazy 1990s, and just the fact that it exists is a wonderful reminder that the movie industry is still chugging along.

Will Brill stars as Doug Leibowitz, a sad-sack middle-school drama teacher who is subject to the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune everywhere he turns. He's been dumped by fellow teacher Abigail (Gillian Jacobs), who he thinks he might still be dating. But Abigail has started seeing the school's odious, unctuous Principal Brady (Rob Lowe). He keeps applying for fellowships and keeps getting turned down. Life is not cooperating with "Mr. L.," as his kids call him.

Principal Brady is hoping to get the school a prestigious honor. The review committee will be visiting soon — coinciding with this year's play. Doug has selected West Side Story.

But he's changed his mind. He sees the play as an opportunity to humiliate Doug while persuading those hoity-toity review committees that he can write something different. What he chooses is ridiculous — a musical of his own creation called 9/11. Clearly the 12-year-old kids he's directing in it have little concept of what they're doing.

The first two-thirds of The Musical are both cringe-worthy and funny. The movie finds and sustains a black-comedy tone not unlike Throw Momma from the Train, which was even more directly inspired by Hitchcock.

The best thing about The Musical and Bonilla's vision is how it adopts the language of Hitchcock's films, as well as their sound. The movie has a great visual dynamic, and is framed and shaped in ways that feel very unlike most modern films. What's more, the score by Matteo Nossa adopts the rhythm and mood of Bernard Herrmann's best Hitchcock scores, especially Psycho, Vertigo and North by Northwest. For cinephiles, these moments are fun to watch and fun to hear.

Yet, just when The Musical should be taking its biggest and most audacious risks, it pulls punches. We see precious little of the 9/11 musical itself, and if it contains any music beyond a hip-hop song and Enigma's weirdly mismatched Return to Innocence, we never hear it.

That's the real problem: the very thing we came for is missing. We don't get the performance, we don't get to see what it's all building up to, instead of snatches. There's no A Taste for Love (from Forgetting Sarah Marshall) or Songbird! (from Death Becomes Her). Sure, there's the issue of budget, but it would be fun to hear something. The little snippets we get of the kids pretending to be Rudy Giuliani, Osama bin Laden, or, in one of the movie's best sight gags, George W. Bush only begin to show us what we're missing.

There's a lot going on in The Musical that makes it worthwhile, and some real laughs from Brill's exasperated, put-upon Doug, but its lack of an actual musical that would help it live up to its title makes it fall just a little short of recommended.

Viewed September 19, 2023 — AMC Universal 16

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"Coyote vs. Acme"

 ☆☆☆½

Had it been made a generation ago, Coyote vs. Acme would have been hailed as a visionary masterpiece, a film of technical innovation and ingenuity. But since Who Framed Roger Rabbit got there first 38 years ago, Coyote vs. Acme can't claim high ground. That leaves the question of whether it works on its own, as a clever satirical comedy, and it mostly, but not completely, does.

What happened to Coyote vs. Acme on the way from its origins as a New Yorker magazine article — a sly spoof on the ridiculousness of corporate legalese — to a movie released by a tiny company called Ketchup Entertainment is strange and convoluted. It's stupid and unbelievable. It would have made a great cartoon.

In a nutshell, you probably know, Coyote vs. Acme was deemed a financial liability for the studio that produced it, Warner Bros., taken as a tax write-off, and shelved. For a couple of years, it sat, completely made and completely unseen. Now, little Ketchup has managed to get it into movie theaters.

Is it worth the wait? Maybe. Is it worth all the legal hand-wringing? Absolutely not. It's a fun, silly, weird, slightly overlong blend of animation and live-action, in which the long-suffering Coyote finally has it up to here with exploding, malfunctioning, injury-causing Acme products. You know, the ones he uses to try to capture, kill and eat the Road Runner, who only wants to speed through the desert going beep beep. (Or, as many fans insist, meep meep.)

Coyote, let's be honest, isn't a nice guy. Never has been. But the point of the cartoons is that nobody, even someone who wants to catch, slaughter and consume a little desert bird, deserves all that pain and torture. It's fun to see him hurt because he's trying to do such an awful thing. Then again, he's trying to do it because he's hungry. Really hungry.

Coyote, then, is a bit of an anti-hero. We want to see him succeed, but maybe not really. In Coyote vs. Acme, he enlists the help of a human lawyer Kevin Avery (there are lots of inside jokes for Looney Tunes fans), who sues Acme all the time for a few lousy bucks. But Coyote wants more. Much more. And soon the cartoon and the human are uncovering a vast conspiracy by Acme to do awful things to cartoons.

Yes, it's a lot like Who Framed Roger Rabbit. There's even a scene where the human and cartoon characters enter a tunnel. It doesn't have Roger Rabbit's visual wit or satirical intelligence, but it's still pretty good. When it finally gets to the courtroom, things bog down, and there's a very strange decision by the writers and director to make a sweet, popular and mostly (but not always) innocent character into a genuine bad guy. 

Nonetheless, fans of Looney Tunes and cartoons as a whole will have a great time; people who grew up with Looney Tunes and Merrie Melodies always on in the background will also enjoy this. Animation purists may be on the fence, since it takes liberties with a lot.

But it's inarguably entertaining, Will Forte brings humor and intelligence to his work as Kevin, and it's all  visually splendid and just funny enough. At times barely maybe, but it is good-humored and good-natured enough to be consistently entertaining while offering a wonderfully sly little wink-and-nod to what's happening in the world today. 

Viewed September 10, 2026 — Regal Sherman Oaks

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"Tony"

☆☆☆☆☆

An unusually strong year for movies continues with Tony, a highly fictionalized account of Anthony Bourdain's formative years before he dropped out of Vassar to attend the Culinary Institute of America. Tony could easily have turned into hagiography or, worse, perhaps, into a boring recitation of facts, but instead manages to become one of the most surprising and best movies of 2026.

Tony begins with a telling quote from Bourdain's own Kitchen Confidential: "I was — to be frank — a spoiled, miserable, narcissistic, self-destructive and thoughtless young lout, and badly in need of a good ass-kicking."

The promise of that title card may seem a big promise to fulfill, and a challenging one. The movie, directed by Matt Johnson, rises to that challenge by presenting us with teenaged Tony Bourdain played by Dominic Sessa (The Holdovers) as every bit as narcissistic and thoughtless as the real Bourdain suggested. 

He's remarkably confident, as maybe a lot of intelligent 19-year-olds are, and despite all evidence to the contrary, he is certain he is going to be the recipient of a novel-writing fellowship. When he doesn't, he steals from his parents and runs off to Provincetown, where he plans to find and woo a girl who wants nothing to do with him.

But crude, loud-mouthed Tony doesn't get much of a welcome in Cape Cod, and it's not long before he's sporting a black eye, broke and stuck. It's here that the unexpected theme of Tony kicks in, and it's got nothing to do with believing in yourself, or making your own way, or having courage — there's something deeper and richer at play.

On one level, Tony watches a young man discover who he is going to become, through a series of incidents that seems both natural and implausible — much like life is for many of us. Tony winds up a dishwasher in a local seafood joint that most people write off as a kind of fast food. It's run by a chef (Antonio Banderas), who would not like Tony much if he thought about him at all, which he doesn't. One of Tony's co-workers is Sal (Leo Woodall), who's no good for anyone, but he's magnetic and cheerful and impossible to resist. And slowly, that girl, Nancy (Emilia Jones) takes notice of Tony.

Little by little, life begins to happen to Tony, and the movie embraces — openly and sweetly — its central thesis: that "providence" is real, that if you look closely, what's happening to you isn't just what's happening to you, but is your life taking shape.

As someone who has never seen an episode of Bourdain's shows or read Kitchen Confidential, I walked into Tony with no awareness at all of its subject, intrigued only by a confident trailer. Though it could so easily have been, this isn't a move made only for Bourdain's fans. It is, in the best possible way, the "buildings-roman," as over-confident Tony repeatedly mispronounces bildungsroman. It's a coming-of-age story that happens to be about someone who became famous and wealthy — but the film, to its credit, never once mentions that.

It succeeds on the strength of its four remarkable central performances — Sessa, Woodall, Jones and Banderas, each of whom creates a rich and vibrant character, the kind of people you can imagine having full and interesting lives when they aren't on camera. Director Johnson, working from a screenplay he wrote with Matthew Miller, Todd Bartels and Lou Howe, finds real joy in his storytelling, even in its darker moments.

In Tony, he's taken the ingredients of a movie that could have been obvious, rote and endlessly reverential to its subject and instead created a rich and varied repast that's unexpectedly warm, satisfying and nourishing.

Viewed August 29, 2026 — AMC Topanga

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"Boorman and the Devil"

☆☆☆☆☆

Among the many seemingly impossible tasks accomplished by the remarkable documentary Boorman and the Devil is its refusal to turn 1977's Exorcist II: The Heretic into a good film that has been unfairly maligned. Instead, it examines how intelligent, talented, dedicated people created a disaster. If you watch Exorcist II after seeing this film, you'll still watch an incomprehensible mess. But you won't watch it the same way.

Boorman and the Devil is enticing to movie fans because it promises to deconstruct one of the most notorious flops in movie history, a movie so reviled by audiences that riots broke out at some movie theaters where it played. In the 49 years since its release, some people — Martin Scorsese among them —have tried to reassess it as a masterpiece.

Director John Boorman isn't one of them. The director of Excalibur and Deliverance and Hope and Glory, among others, spends a great deal of time on screen in Boorman and the Devil, and he knows the film was a catastrophe. He also remains proud of its accomplishments. Exorcist II: The Heretic has become for him something deeper and more profound than a failure: it is a wound that has never healed. It is the mistake of a lifetime.

Many of the people involved in the film view it that way, or at least as something far deeper, far richer, far more meaningful than simply a bad movie. It was an arduous, impressive effort. Everyone did the best work they could on it, from the actors to the technicians to the administrative crew. A number of them are interviewed in Boorman and the Devil. What they say about the film is revealing and sometimes actually heartbreaking: they knew there was a high risk of failure, but they are proud of what they did.

Boorman and the Devil is a work of passion and care from director David Kittredge, who seems almost painfully aware of how close Exorcist II: The Heretic is to camp, and wants to retain reverence while acknowledging the truth of the matter. Walking that fine line turns Boorman and the Devil into an uncommonly entertaining movie. It's funny, zany, wildly engaging, and endlessly fascinating.

Filled with clips not just from The Heretic but from dozens of other films that illustrate not just Boorman's history but the history of the time (summer 1977 turned out to be a momentous summer, as most movie fans will remember, but not because of the Exorcist sequel), it's a cinephile's dream. This is what you always hope movies about movies will be like, but too rarely are. It's ambitious, generous, and revelatory.

Yet Boorman and the Devil achieves something so much more than being a great documentary; it really is one of the very best films of 2026, of any kind (and this has been an uncommonly good year for movies) because of the rich, complicated, painful humanity at its core. Exorcist II: The Heretic wasn't a work of hubris. If it had been, the documentary would have become a sly, winking cautionary tale. Exorcist II: The Heretic was the work of deeply passionate people who were committed to creating something great ... and didn't. They all understand why, but none can quite explain it.

Actress Louise Fletcher, interviewed before her death in 2022, comes closest. Smiling through difficult memories, she professes a deep and believable lack of regret, but acknowledges the fundamental pain. She finds a metaphor in a great spaghetti dinner, in which all the good stuff and all the bad stuff is so tangled together the only thing to do is enjoy it all.

Hers is the best explanation, but Boorman is left with the deepest imponderable. The film bears his name. He made the decisions. He stands by them, wishing that he didn't have to. Boorman's genuinely remarkable interview, like this unmissable film itself, turns making a bad movie into a dissection of pain, regret, pride and self-awareness that will move everyone watching, artist or not, true believer or heretic.

Viewed August 18, 2026 — American Cinematheque / Aero Theater

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"The End of Oak Street"

 ☆☆½

The End of Oak Street tries so hard to be an Amblin/Steven Spielberg film from the 1980s that it's almost lovable in its earnestness. It wants so very, very badly to be a movie like the kind Spielberg directed and produced, a movie where unbelievable and sometimes terrible things happen to a family that lives on a happy, peaceful street in a happy, peaceful suburb somewhere in the United States.

But there's something that doesn't work quite right about The End of Oak Street, in which that happy, peaceful street in that happy, peaceful suburb is invaded not by extraterrestrials or poltergeists or Bigfoot or gremlins or treasure-hunting pirates but by ... dinosaurs.

Now, it's both unfair and a little lazy these days to criticize something by saying it feels like AI could have written it. And yet ... the screenplay to this film feels more than a little like it could have been generated with a prompt: "Write a movie that blends mid-1980s Amblin films with Jurassic Park — a suburban family has to fight off man-eating dinosaurs."

The movie is set in 1982, because it would never do to have an Amblin movie be about a 21st century family — otherwise, you'd never be able to have a poster of the J. Geils Band on a kid's wall (um, did kids actually become J. Geils groupies?); a moment where a character listens to Steve Winwood sing "Valerie" (um, did teenagers listen to Steve Winwood?); a period-authentic Froot Loops box; and, of course, kids on bicycles. Here's a note to filmmakers too young to have really lived through the time: bicycles weren't as ubiquitous as today's '80s-set entertainment makes them out to be.

There are short shorts for girls and for boys, a velour shirt for Dad (Ewan McGregor), a manual typewriter for furtive author Mom (Anne Hathaway) and, of course, hushed arguments about the worst thing anyone could imagine in the 1980s: divorce.

That is, at least, the worst thing that anyone could imagine in an Amblin film. There's also a family dog, Starbuck (no, not the coffee shop, the Battlestar Galactica character ... it's 1982!), who in a most un-Spielbergian touch is tied up and left outside at night. The moment I saw that, I lost a lot of my worry about whether the family would live or die. It's the most terrifying thing on screen.

So, this oddly imperfect simulacrum of 1982 is rocked one night by strange lightning storms, following an ominous radio news report about some kind of "ripples" happening in space, or something like that, and suddenly the whole of the neighborhood is overrun with dinosaurs.

Thank goodness plucky Mom is a crack shot with a shotgun! While the rest of the neighborhood gets squished and squashed and eaten and frequently decapitated by the dinosaurs, Mom and Dad and the kids have to outrun them. All the time. And no one has any idea why Oak Street suddenly dead ends at the Mesozoic era.

That includes the screenwriters. It's a strange thing to say, but it appears nobody really cared enough to explain why any of this happens. While I don't want to drop spoilers, though in this case it's not spoiling very much, it all has something to do with Carl Sagan and wormholes. I guess. Nobody seems to know, and frankly by the end of the movie there are hardly any residents of Oak Street left alive to care.

There's a lot of gore in The End of Oak Street, which is rated PG-13 but is probably too scary and intense for most of today's pre-teens. And one particularly gory and nasty scene gives the film a true moment of shock and surprise — which it undoes with a silly, perfunctory Back to the Future-style ending in which the characters we've been watching turn out to be ... well, never mind. If you're inclined to see it, you don't want to know; if you're not, you wouldn't believe it, anyway.

Everything in The End of Oak Street just sort of ... happens. There are some genuinely tense moments, and the film is neither poorly made nor poorly acted; in many ways, what Hathaway is required to do here is infinitely more difficult than what she did in The Odyssey, and she makes it credible. She's the best part of the movie, and the only one that doesn't feel like it's trying far too hard to be from the 1980s.

The biggest trouble with The End of Oak Street is that if it had been made in the 1980s, it would have failed. It doesn't have the heart, the awe or, especially, the wonder of those more innocent films. It's lean, hard and sometimes mean, even when it's trying to be just like those movies of yesteryear. The movies of yesteryear were a lot better.

Viewed August 17, 2026 — Regal Sherman Oaks

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