Plus: Robert Eggers’ Nosferatu brings the darkness, the Robbie Williams biopic stars a CGI chimp and Pedro Almodóvar’s latest is here.
Adrien Brody sparks an aesthetic revolution as The Brutalist. 731k2 |
Happy holidays, film fans! Not to jinx anything, but 2024’s end is about to land. As usual, Call Sheet will be taking a break for a couple of weeks as 2025 gets a chance to breathe and our Year in Review takes center stage. It’s been a pleasure and privilege to bring you this newsletter all year, and I’m especially grateful for the positive . But the year ain’t over yet! And hugely anticipated releases like our weekly Best in Show column (also available via email). We have plenty of time for earnest Christmas movies around here, but we also need to think of grinchier brethren at this time of year, as MrBalihai did when he created this frankly delightful list of Christmas Movies for Punks. |
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Opening Credits |
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The second 2024 movie about an ambitious architect who seeks to change the world, Brady Corbet’s The Brutalist has been feverishly anticipated by film heads of all stripes since premiering at Venice in September, where Corbet took home the Silver Lion (Best Director). He’s certainly come a long way since starring in that Thunderbirds movie. Currently sitting on an extremely hefty 4.1 average rating (The Brutalist, that is, not Thunderbirds), the plaudits are coming in thick and fast. DetectiveZinc reckons the “70mm film captures the grandeur and majestic architecture shaped by the architect’s vision, seamlessly blending the essence of celluloid with the timeless weight of history.” “I feel like I was hit with a brick,” says Maria, who surely meant to say cinder block. Maxine calls it “an instant classic that reminds you of the whole existence of cinema”. “Stunningly made, impressive movie, as cold, hard, and monumental as the brutalist architecture it shows off so expertly,” praises Marianna. Now in select US theaters, rolling out internationally from late January. |
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Tyler Perry writes and directs historical drama The Six Triple Eight, which tells the relatively little-known story of the titular battalion—the only all-Black, all-female one in the US Army—which was tasked with a herculean feat involving letters to US servicemen during World War II. Kerry Washington, Oprah Winfrey and Susan Sarandon lead the cast of the Netflix feature, which was granted a rare theatrical outing before landing on the platform. Postal worker Cody felt seen: “As a mailman, I found this film very inspiring. Mail is so integral to human communication and this film celebrates the human species and its capacity for communication.” “Great subject, but on-the-nose execution,” critiques Jeffrey. Lozza was satisfied: “Between Kerry Washington’s stellar performance and the story being about the excellence of [Black] women during the war, I thought it was beautiful.” Now on Netflix. |
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It feels odd to say it about such a brazenly commercial enterprise, but there’s something quaint about the live-action Sonic franchise. Simply by virtue of the fact that they’re not trying to be everything to everyone, the films set themselves apart from much of the intellectual-property-derived family features that populate multiplexes. Anyway, there’s a third one, titled Sonic the Hedgehog 3 (even the sequel naming convention is quaint, no colons or subtitles here) and they’ve added Keanu Reeves as the voice of fan-favorite character Shadow. Plus, Jim Carrey is now pulling double duty as both (the slightly less-villainous this time?) Dr. Robotnik, and his father Gerald. Which, again, feels cute and quaint. Now in US and Canadian theaters, in most other territories Christmas Day. |
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Celebrated Spanish filmmaker Pedro Almodóvar brings together two of contemporary cinema’s most iconic leading ladies for his first English-language feature, The Room Next Door, in which Tilda Swinton and Julianne Moore play old friends who reconnect in a unique situation after not having seen each other since their youth. Almodóvar is a filmmaker who delights in subversion, and audience reaction to his latest is running the gamut. It’s “a deeply affecting meditation on mortality, our right to live (and end) our lives on our own , and how to find hope and joy in the most impossible of circumstances,” according to Zoë, while Brandon says it’s “shockingly slight, misshapen and didactic.” Logan, on the other hand, feels that “the central dynamic is so strong and so profound that it shattered [him] to pieces.” Meanwhile, Douglas has thoughts about the somewhat muted initial reaction to the film: “You Venice guys were on crack thinking this was mid!” Now in select US theaters. Previously released in most other territories. |
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With the folk legend himself ing in the praise, Timothée Chalamet is getting some of the best notices of his career for his performance as Bob Dylan in James Mangold’s A Complete Unknown, which covers Dylan’s early years in 1960s New York. According to Mitchell, Chalamet is “spellbinding, completely immersing himself into the essence of Dylan, with incredible musical chops and an utter embodiment of Dylan’s subversive a—hole attitude that just hits.” Ben concurs: “Chalamet did wonders as Bob and really captured a kind of determined coldness I love to see on screen.” Andrew enjoyed the film, but observes that it’s “entirely inoffensive, which kind of feels like a betrayal of its subject”. “Moving. Tangled. Every moment means something,” says Scott. Lorena gets the final word: “When a diva (Bob Dylan, derogatory) and a diva (Joan Baez, complimentary) forces to maximize their t slay (‘Blowin’ in the Wind’).” In US theaters Christmas Day, rolling out internationally from late January. |
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Contemporary gothic champion Robert Eggers has been talking about mounting a remake of F.W. Murnau’s German expressionist 1922 classic Nosferatu (itself an unofficial adaptation of Bram Stoker’s Dracula) ever since he exploded onto the scene with 2015’s The VVitch. Well, he finally got his vvish, and it’s hard to imagine a more Letterboxd-friendly year-end release. Some of our regulars are lapping this up, which is always a good sign. Jstobbs credits Eggers with living up to the “incredibly daunting task” of following in Murnau’s footsteps, saying she “was so moved by this film” which “evokes a truth so inherent to womanhood it feels uncomfortable”. “Like staring into the face of God and going mad at the sight,” declares Claira, who says the film “encapsulates a clawing, desperate hunger”. “Eggers makes everything feel like a never-ending drift between dreams and nightmares,” observes Luca, “with his knack for total freak sh*t being sharper than ever.” Nice. In theaters Christmas Day in Canada, Spain, and the US, elsewhere from New Year’s Day. |
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Director Michael Gracey (The Greatest Showman) injects a welcome, if unexpected, point of difference into the otherwise incredibly staid musician-biopic subgenre in Better Man, which has British pop superstar Robbie Williams portrayed in his life story by a Wētā FX-created CGI chimpanzee. So maybe that’ll be what finally breaks him in the US. I kid! I love Robbie! Incidentally, his former boy bandmates from Take That are currently having something of a cinematic moment, too, with a remix of their song ‘Greatest Day’ used to magnificent effect in Anora. Anyway, folks seem to be getting onboard with the simian gambit in Better Man, with Adrian calling it an “absolutely unhinged, emotional, and impactful cinematic achievement”. “I loved it, I don’t care if it’s silly,” says Gorbus. “Wonderfully imaginative, surprisingly moving, endlessly electrifying,” praises Daniel. Jacob appreciates that it “more deeply explores depression and addiction than most movies of its kind ever dare to, and does so in some incredibly expressive and creative ways.” “Koba would’ve loved this version of Robbie Williams,” winks Fugi456. In select US theaters Christmas Day before expanding January 10, most other territories from December 26 onwards. |
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Star Wars |
One star vs five stars, fight! |
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“Why does Schrader double down on making his films so sterile and composed when it ensures any affect can only come from his wooden, lifeless dialogue. It seriously baffles that someone can write for like 50 years and still make every line all have the human feeling of a high-school student making a video for philosophy class. It’s even funnier how there’s the whole ‘literary bullsh*t’ novel portion here, which is exactly what this whole movie is on. Michael Imperioli’s character continues the great Schrader tradition of writing a one-note absurdly stupid character (‘How were you smoking on an airplane [in 1968]?’, glad moments like that so succinctly characterize Schrader as the ultimate Facebook boomer with a camera) and then dunking on said character for being stupid and one-note. Honorable mention to the ‘Well we have an Oscar’ bit, one of the many instances of dialogue in the contemporary portion where every part of my body retracted into myself out of revulsion. Shoutout to bro saving the best for last with that title drop [though].” |
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“A cine-literary testamentary object, translated from medium (book) to medium (film) by two long-time friends both staring down the end. By turns gentle and abrasive, Schrader abandons the 21st-century schizoid Bresson stuff for a bold new addition to his canon of actually remarkably diverse works. The mixed-format memory play results in something more experimental and unique—tonally, structurally, visually—than even I was expecting, and, given that newness, it of course becomes something that slips away from my immediate cinematic comprehension, that all I can do is glide after and immerse myself in it, contenting myself with being taught by the film how to watch and think about it. First-impression-wise, I’m left with the idea that this is Schrader’s The Other Side of the Wind or something—more likely the all-important, bases-covering, irreducibly specific ‘… or something’.” |
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Dom’s Pick |
A recommendation from the editor |
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Jeff Goldblum and Laurence Fishburne in Deep Cover (1992). |
It’s time for Dom’s Pick! Every fortnight, your humble Call Sheet editor closes with a recommendation for your watchlists. This edition: Deep Cover (1992). Still probably best known as an actor in everything from Car Wash to Predator, Bill Duke is also an extremely accomplished director, and one of his best movies is this ice-cold ’90s noir that only gets better with age. Laurence Fishburne is tightly wound as an out-of-town cop masquerading as a drug dealer working his way up the supply chain in Los Angeles, encountering all sorts of corrupt characters along the way, not least of which is a dodgy lawyer played with pure glee by a rarely better Jeff Goldblum (who fondly recalls the film in our Guess Your Movie game). Newly available to stream on Amazon Prime Video. Also available on Fubo. |
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