Far fetched, funny-ish sci-fi about a “Hail Mary” to attempt to save humanity from a…virus infecting stars?
Cutesy and calamitous.
March 20 of 2026?
Far fetched, funny-ish sci-fi about a “Hail Mary” to attempt to save humanity from a…virus infecting stars?
Cutesy and calamitous.
March 20 of 2026?
The promotions for this reboot have been all over the place — sentimental and cutesy, hard nosed and heroic, a do gooder swimming against the tide of self interest and the self serving simpering of America today.
The casting looks solid if not overwhelming.
I’m sold enough to be interested. You?
Argentine filmmaker Luis Ortega gave us “Lulu,” “El Angel” and “Damn Summer.”
This looks sexy, silly and sinister.
Music Box Films has this upcoming release, starring Úrsula Corberó and in the title role,
Nahuel Pérez Biscayart, and it looks like a winner.



Oscar winner Jim Broadbent earns a fine showcase in “The Unlikely Pilgrimage of Harold Fry,” a sweet story of grief, regret, obligations and the kindness of strangers.
It’s based on a novel by Rachel Joyce that seems inspired by any number of similar “pilgrimage” narratives — “The Straight Story” to “The Way,” with a cloying detour into “Forrest Gump.” The sentiment plays. The quixotic quest at its heart — an elderly man’s impulsive walk from South Devonshire to Berwick-upon-Tweed to visit a dying woman — is dogged, scenic, patient and engaging.
That predictable turn towards “Harold goes viral” doesn’t quite spoil it. But it comes close.
Broadbent’s the title character, a set-in-his-ways OAP with a comfortable but joyless life with his brittle wife Maureen (Penelope Wilton of “Downton Abbey”) in a tidy, underdecorated semi-detached in a tidy town (South Brent, Devon).
Something broke between these two, and the ties that bind survived that. But a letter from a woman he used to work with, Queenie, has Harold taking stock. She’s dying in a hospice in the northernmost town in England, Berwick-upon-Tweed. Harold struggles with a reply letter, even enlists Maureen’s help.
“Say something you mean,” she testily advises, put on edge by the entire idea of her husband reconnecting with this woman, Queenie. As an aside, she adds that some things can’t be put in a mere letter. She comes to regret that.
But he writes that letter and walks to a mailbox, then the post office, and finally a convenience store. The blue-haired young woman (Nina Singh) there gives him more advice — another sign — on hearing of this letter to a woman dying of cancer.
“Believe you are making a difference.”
Harold resolves to go see Queenie, and on an impulse he calls Saint Benedict Hospice.
“Tell her Harold Fry is on his way. I’ll keep walking as long as she keeps living.“
He mutters the suggestion that he “let her down.” And that she’s not the only one. Flashbacks give a glimpse of a son (Earl Cave) who needed something else from Harold.
There’s nothing for it but for this elderly man in street clothes, rain jacket and not-suitable-for-a-long-hike deck shoes to walk the 500 miles, “the length of England,” to fulfill his promise.
He’s left his phone at home, which his wife figures is a sign he’s got dementia. He has no map. But south to north he goes, trekking on footpaths and B-roads and along major highways, stopping in tiny inns, flopping in barns, searching his soul for the guilt he hopes to resolve and depending on the kindness of strangers all along the way.
“You will not die, you will not die” is his walking cadence as he marches days and then weeks, pausing in Exeter Cathedral, stopping at farms, pubs and the like, “keeping to a budget” but helped by others, who take pity and rediscover their own empathy.
Maureen is instantly beside herself, then furious and whatever comes after that.
“The Unlikely Pilgrimage” is about Harold’s physical feat and a spiritual journey he and his increasingly distant wife unintentionally undertake together. And it’s about how others respond to Harold, from the helpful folks who offer him lifts which he refuses, to the immigrant doctor (Monika Gossman) who isn’t allowed to practice medicine in Brexittania, to people inspired by his quest and wanting a piece of it for their own inner peace.
Veteran Brit TV director Hettie MacDonald, with Joyce adapting her own novel into a screenplay, leans into the cute and never lets a tug at the heartstrings pass unnoticed on this journey of not just miles, but months. It works more often than not, even if its Gump-like “movement” interlude doesn’t.
But Broadbent and Wilton are the ones who do the heavy lifting here, and never for a second do they let us doubt we’re in good hands. He gives us the simple faith of acting on an impulse that Harold must do “something,” and she conveys all the hurt, confusion and panic that implies.
They’re simply great as a couple in the winter of life, struggling with the past and one last test of their relationship, people who are as likely to get the “meaning” of all this pilgrimage wrong as they are unlikely to get it right.
Cast: Jim Broadbent, Penelope Wilton, Earl Cave, Nina Singh,
Daniel Frogson and Naomi Wirthner.
Credits: Directed by Hettie MacDonald, scripted by Rachel Joyce, based on her novel. A Quiver release on Amazon Prime.
Running time: 1:48
I was working in Tennessee near the end of the Ernest P. Worrell fad and got to interview this serious actor turned famous bumkin goofball.
He’d come into town to help talk actors into joining acting unions, make appearances plugging his movies, surfing the wave that made him rock star famous. Or infamous.
If he wasn’t wearing the hat or vest or know-it-all knucklehead smirk, nobody’d recognize him
I once interviewed him in the lobby of Atlanta high rise hotel and saw that to be fact.
Died too young, but a whole generation grew up on his foolishness. Good to see him being remembered in a documentary.
Éanna Hardwicke (Vivarium (2019) stars as Roy Keane, who had a very public bust up with his World Cup manager Mick McCarthy, something the Irish weren’t quick to forgive.
Kind of the anti “Ted Lasso?”
Tabitha and Porshia Zimiga star in this newly-widowed, hardnosed horse trainer who provides shelter to wayward teens and her daughter, fighting to ride, to save the dream and save the ranch from guys like Scoot McNairy, who has the perfect name for an actor playing that Goggins-lite character.
Sony Classics just picked this up during its festival run. “Coming soon.”
James and Dafoe are joined by Joe Keery and Rachel Sennott in this Italian job build around a Plain Jane played by Rebecca Antonaci.
Saverio Costanzo wrote and directed this love letter to the movies and what they used to mean to Italy in the Age of Fellini, Rosselini and De Sica.
A whiff of “A Royal Night Out,” a taste of “My Week with Marilyn” and a heaping helping of “La Dolce Vita” are what the premise and this preview promise.
The title’s been around for a while but it makes its way to the USA July 18.




“Deep Cover” is an exceptionally silly Brit comedy about improv actors lying on the fly as undercover bait for London police. Logic goes out the window early on, with no means of re-entry.
And it’s built around Bryce Dallas Howard, Nepo Baby Number One on filmdom’s bad casting news rap sheet.
But here’s what it has going for it. It has Sean Bean as a well-past-it-and-knows-it cop who recruits failing improv actors as undercover buyers to bust drug dealers. “Ted Lasso” mensch Nick Mohammed plays the mousiest of the improvisers. Paddy Considine is the “somp’un’s not right with you lot” drug dealer. Here’s Ian McShane, going full Scots for his cranky, Jenga-obsessed kingpin.
“Pull th’wrong piece and it all comes dooooooooon!”
And then there’s the scene stealer, the co-star who lands a laugh in every scene, almost every single time he opens his mouth. Orlando Bloom plays a “Methody” nutcase actor, 40something and still booking single-line commercials, obsessive about getting “deep” into every character, even the street corner elf (LOL) he has to play to plug a department store’s holiday offerings.
Of course the guy’s name is “Marlon.” Of course he’s from Manchester. But if you’re trying to bluff murderous mobsters into not suspecting you’re “fake,” and thus offing you, the wild-eyed gone-to-seed loon is handy to have around.
“Mess with the bull,” Marlon hisses, leaning into Manchester-accented David Caruso, “you get th’ORNS!”
Marlon, Kat (Howard) and on-the-spectrum tech-nerd Hugh (Mohammed) are the losers hardbitten Sgt. Billings (Bean) recruits for his “two hundred quid a pop” “Donnie Brasco” gig — play-act “buyers” who bait sellers into selling them drugs so he can make the busts.
Considine is “Fly,” the mid-level dealer they stumble into when all they were looking for was a quick score. He tests them, and who wouldn’t? Tough talk or not, these “city slickers” don’t pass the smell test.
The gag here is that undercover work has the same “rules” as onstage improv. Number one, “Never break character.” Number two? “Say YES.” Improvisers use “Yes AND” as transitions for their on-the-spot invented dialogue. And number three, “Always trust your partner.”
But will that, the toy guns and squeaky toy grenade Marlon insists his “character,” “Roach” would carry, see them through? Kat becomes tough-talking “Bonnie” (missing her Clyde), the “brains” of the outfit. Painfully shy mystery man Hugh is “The Squire.” God knows what he’s capable of. Especially after he’s designated drug-deal “taster,” sucking up his first-ever lines of cocaine in the bargain.
Mohammed is amusingly hapless and bounces off Bloom’s over-the-top loon nicely. Sonoya Mizuno plays Fly’s scary/sexy bi-curious gunslinger, and co-screenwriters Colin Treverrow and Ben Ashendon play unfunny cops who really should stick to writing.
Enough people (myself included) have beaten the bliss out of Bryce Dallas Howard’s limitations over the years, so I’ll just say she’s dead weight here, the least convincing “improviser” in the cast.
But McShane shimmers and Bloom reminds us that he’s been funny, he’s good at being self-serious and he’s still a lot more than Legolas, his arrows and his “Lord of the Rings” ears.
I found myself uttering the same words Keira Knightley said to me in an interview once, over and over again, when I mentioned I’d be talking to her onetime “Pirates of the Caribbean” co-star later that day.
“Orlando F—–g Bloom,” she said, not once or twice or thrice, shaking her head and laughing as she did. There’s a story there, and no, she didn’t tell it to me. That’s for her memoirs.
In “Deep Cover,” Orlando F—-g Bloom gets the dirty, funny job done, and how.
Rating: R, violence, drug abuse, profanity
Cast: Bryce Dallas Howard, Orlando Bloom, Nick Mohammed, Paddy Considine, Sonoya Mizuno, Sean Bean and Ian McShane.
Credits: Directed by Tom Kingsley, scripted by Derek Connolly, Colin Treverrow, Ben Ashendon and Alexander Owen. An MGM/Amazon Prime release.
Running time: 1:39
A Film Fest horror movie that didn’t grab the interest of a major, every cineplex across the country distributor, a major motion picture director whose “Thirteen Lives” didn’t do well, and who might be facing the inevitable fade in influence that many Oscar winners and star directors do.
Remember Rob Reiner? Peter Weir? It happens to the best of them.
Vertical gets its hands on a few gems, but rarely puts a movie into a lot of theaters and never releases anything that manages a long run.
The end of August is a traditional “dumping ground” window for movies nobody expects to make a dime. Exceptions happen, but they’re rarer than rare.
If you can’t sell a thriller with Ana de Armas and Sydney Sweeney, two “It” starlets of the moment, Hollywood is telling you something.