By Lynn Venhaus

An extraordinary work of vision, power and poetry, “The Brothers Size” is one of The Repertory Theatre of St. Louis’s finest achievements to date.

Because of a cohesive collaboration between some of the most talented artists in St. Louis, this spiritual exploration of brotherhood and the black male experience has a dramatic impact that may leave you emotionally spun and moved to tears.

Directed with grace and deep understanding by multi-hyphenate Jacqueline Thompson, Metro Theater Company’s artistic director and winner of multiple St. Louis Theater Circle Awards for acting and directing, this gritty tale is staged in a lean, deliberate manner.

This immersive triumph is enhanced by the muscular choreography of Kirven Douthit-Boyd, artistic director of Saint Louis Dance Theatre; the memorable music composition and sound design of Tre’von Griffin and David A. N. Jackson; and the atmospheric lighting of Jayson Lawshee.

Nic Few as Ogun and Christian Kitchens as Oshoosi. Photo by Jon Gitchoff.

Their artistic vision, along with other artisans behind-the-scenes and the dynamic performances of Nic Few, Christian Kitchens and Donald Jones Jr., make this an unforgettable presentation.

They strived to make this resonate emotionally and do so in waves, for it grows in intensity and richness. Artistic consultant LaWanda Jackson and dramaturg Taijha Silas helped make that happen.

In his signature lyrical style, playwright Tarell Alvin McCraney, who won an Oscar for the screenplay of “Moonlight,” unfolds a common man story, with heart and humor, in the Louisiana bayou, which he wrote 20 years ago.

He examines the complex bonds of family, how love and loyalty affect relationships, the ripple effects of crime and punishment, systemic racism, and the hard road to healing.

Christian Kitchens and Donald Jones Jr. Photo by Jon Gitchoff.

Nic Few is big brother Ogun, a responsible, hard-working auto mechanic whose younger brother Oshoosi (Christian Kitchens), has been released from prison. He’s restless, impulsive, trying to carve out a new life.

Can they reconnect or will the youngest return to his old habits when his ex-con friend Elegba (Donald Jones Jr.), his former cellmate, comes by for visits.

Ogun is tough on Oshoosi, annoyed by his swagger and aimlessness, and that chafes his little brother. It’s complicated when the oldest wants stability and the youngest is content to be carefree, tempted by a friend who’s a bad influence.

The brothers are eager to succeed, but they tussle often, like many siblings. Their temperaments are different – Few embodies fierce physicality and weighted down by the world and Kitchen imbues his part with musicality and a lightness of being.

Photo by Jon Gitchoff.

The charming Elegba seems to want the same things but actually is a detriment to Oshoosi and Ogun’s goals. Ogun is suspicious but Oshoosi is faithful. Are we our brother’s keeper?

The effects of incarceration and the never-ending fight to be free, to make something better for their futures, shape this raw portrait. When danger lurks, they wrestle with decisions (Shades of “Nickel Boys.”)

Few, Kitchens and Jones corral an electrical charge to deliver honest characterizations that are physically and emotionally demanding. Their chemistry personifies their close ties. They are natural in their interactions – arguing, goofing off, trash talking, soul-singing, dancing and expressing their feelings.

Thompson was determined to find entry points for everyone watching, illuminating what could be considered abstract elements. The trust between everyone is obvious, their artistry elevated through her guidance.

Photo by Jon Gitchoff.

The minimalist staging, with action taking place within a circle, is reflected in Kristie C. Osi’s costume design, Jayson Lawshee’s scenic design and Eric William Barnes’ props design.

A regional premiere, “The Brothers Size” is the first time one of McCraney’s plays are staged in St. Louis. Considered a modern-day fable, “the script includes stage directions in the dialogue to heighten the encounter between the actor and the audience.

McCraney was inspired by the Yoruba people of West Africa – their rituals and religion, so he incorporated symbolism. His stylistic choices are rhythmically distinctive, seamlessly blending verse and conversation. In his original way, he aims for a mythical quality, making it about something larger than our daily lives. That adds a potency and an urgency.

The first show this season in the Steve Woolf Studio Series, it’s a play that was made for the intimate space and the series, praised for its risk-taking. The former artistic director, who retired in 2019 after 33 years at The Rep and died during the pandemic in 2021, encouraged theatregoers to be adventurous with newer works and unknown playwrights. What a fine legacy.

Photo by Jon Gitchoff.

Opening night bristled with electricity, the kind of buzz that marks a big deal event. After this profound, gut-wrenching experience, the audience leapt to their feet as soon as it ended, with an outpouring of love and thunderous applause. It was indeed a moment (well, several).

“The Brothers Size” boldly represents The Rep’s vision and demonstrates their commitment to produce works of daring imagination and transformative symmetry with exceptional casts and crews.

The Repertory Theatre of St. Louis presents “The Brothers Size” from Oct. 22 to Nov. 16 as part of the Steve Woolf Studio Series in the Emerson Studio of the Loretto-Hilton Center, 130 Edgar Road, St. Louis.

The play is 90 minutes without intermission. A post-show discussion follows the performance on Sunday, Nov. 2, at 2 p.m.

To purchase tickets, visit www.repstl.org or call the box office Monday through Friday noon to 5 p.m. at 314-968-4925.

Photo by Jon Gitchoff.
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By Lynn Venhaus
Stylish but slow and shallow, “Ballad of a Small Player” is an underdeveloped and overproduced drama that drowns in its own pretentions.

Despite its visual splendor, the storytelling is scattered and too surreal to sustain interest. A mystifying misfire from director Edward Berger, it’s disappointing because his two previous films were Oscar nominees for Best Picture – the international winning feature “All Quiet on the Western Front” in 2023 and “Conclave” in 2024. He knows how to frame a narrative – the conundrum is do we want to spend nearly101 minutes on this one?

Colin Farrell plays an addict, liar, thief and fraud masquerading as a high roller with a fake aristocrat name, Lord Doyle, hiding out in the opulent gambling mecca Macau, and trying to score. He plays baccarat wearing a lucky pair of leather gloves.

Doyle is really Reilly, and he is wanted for swindling an old rich woman out of her life savings. He is trying to escape his past, but with self-destructive tendencies, he makes reckless decisions and is spiraling on his way to rock bottom.

Sweating profusely, a portrait of desperation, he’s also a ticking time bomb with heart issues — drinks too much, eats too extravagantly and smokes (even when he’s having chest pains). He continues to live large while the wolves are at the door. Why not give us a reason to care if he can put his life back together?

Somehow, he is given grace by a casino floor manager, Dao Ming, who turns out to be an angel of mercy. As delicately played by Fala Chen, she’s a mysterious, kindred spirit who recognizes a fellow lost soul. (Does this remind anyone of “Leaving Las Vegas”?)

Dao Ming explains The Festival of the Hungry Ghost in Hong Kong, and screenwriter Rowan Joffe ties his streak of good fortune to a ghost story. This mystical turn adds another bizarre twist. Is it instead a dance with the devil?

The plot thickens — or rather falters. Joffe’s script, adapted from a 2014 novel by Lawrence Osborne, has too many unexplained occurrences. He seems to rationalize it to luck or wizardry, messing with dream-like with time and place. And do we really need another gambler’s one-last-time trope? Yawn.

Joffe has danced around spiritual, moral and philosophical entry points that are merely teases. Brief nods to the seven deadly sins appear but are not satisfyingly threaded to make an impact.

Farrell has become one to watch, especially after his tour de force as Oswald “Oz” Cobble in the HBO mini-series “The Penguin” (and the movie “The Batman”), as well as his superb Oscar-nominated turn in “The Banshees of Inisherin.” He’s accomplished at playing a smooth talker at the end of his rope, and this performance is intense.

While he has played likeable scalawags before, he has been more appealing as a rude hitman in “In Bruges” and as a gangster coach in “The Gentlemen,” because this wheeler-dealer is pathetic.

In an obscure, shadowy role, the always aces Tilda Swinton plays yet another quirky character in her canon of peculiar portrayals. She is Cynthia Blithe, a debt collector hot on Reilly’s tail, but he calls her Betty. (If you haven’t checked out by the time the credits’ roll, there is a strange dance she and Farrell do. Just because, I suppose.)

Alex Jennings coyly plays Adrian Lippett, a cryptic figure who owes Reilly money, and is always looking for a deal himself.

The enigmatic storytelling takes a back seat to the striking colorful aesthetic. Macau, a former Portuguese colony that’s a special region of the Republic of China, is a glitzy, glamorous neon-drenched adult playground that is luxuriously packaged, in James Field’s cinematography and Jonathan Houlding’s production design.

They are so meticulous in beautiful textures, it seemed like a nod to Wes Anderson’s visual style. Friend won an Oscar for his work on “All Quiet on the Western Front,” and he dazzles again.

Ultimately a letdown, “Ballad of a Small Player” doesn’t pay off, despite skilled artisans at work. In the words of Notorious B.I.G.: “Mo Money, Mo Problems.”

“Ballad of a Small Player” is a 2025 drama directed by Edward Berger and starring Colin Farrell, Tilda Swinton, Fala Chen and Alex Jennings. It is rate R for language and suicide, and its runtime is 1 hour, 41 minutes. It is currently in theaters and streaming on Netflix beginning Oct. 29. Lynn’s Grade: C-.

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By Lynn Venhaus

Marked by twists, turns and a “Twilight Zone” flair, Albion Theatre Company’s latest whip-smart production “I Have Been Here Before” ponders the construct of time in a shrewd yet abstract way.

An adroit ensemble of six piques our curiosity, each one developing layers of their characters’ personalities and motivations. They seamlessly embody different classes, all at crossroads (whether they realize it or not).

The Black Bull Inn in Grindle Moor, part of the remote Yorkshire countryside, is where the story takes place in 1937. Set designer Rachel St. Pierre has fashioned a cozy, modest parlor, with Brad Slavik the astute set builder and Gwynneth Rausch specific in appropriate time-period props.

They have effectively set the period and place, so that co-directors Robert Ashton and C.J. Langdon were able to keep the characters on the move, so they weren’t as stodgy as they probably were nearly 90 years ago.

The six accomplished performers were notably well-rehearsed with distinct dialects and physically nimble in their mannerisms, driving the story with more verve than playwright J.B. Priestley’s dated drama indicated.

Photo by John Lamb

Today, the show hasn’t aged as well or is as suspenseful as an Alfred Hitchcock classic or even an Agatha Christie drawing room mystery. The set-up in the first act is intricate and lengthy, then has more engaging action in second act, while the third act teeters on implausible. Nevertheless, the sheer will and the skills of the actors make this watchable.

Priestley continued his fascination with theories of time here; one of the 39 he wrote. “Time and the Conways” and “Dangerous Corner” were among his most successful plays about time – he wrote seven.

He believed different dimensions could link past, present and future, and philosophizes, using Russian teacher P.D. Oupensky’s theory of eternal recurrence, which are life circles or spirals.

Robert Ashton and Anna Langdon are the reliable Sam Shipley and Sally Pratt, father and daughter innkeepers. He’s amiable, she’s pragmatic in their portraits. They are expecting three guests while a quiet but agreeable young headmaster, Oliver Farrant (Dustin Petrillo), is already spending a vacation there, for a rest. He relaxes by reading and going for long walks.

The upcoming holiday is known as Whitsuntide, around the time of the Christian holy day the Pentecost. In the south of England, it was the first official holiday of the summer (until replaced in 1971).

Photo by John Lamb

But the guests that reserved the rooms have cancelled. That allows a foreign guest, professor Dr. Gortler, (Garrett Bergfeld) and a wealthy businessman and his stylish wife, Walter and Janet Ormund (Jeff Kargus and Bryn McLaughlin), to book separate rooms.

Tall, gruff and exiled from Nazi Germany, the mysterious professor has already startled Sally by practically predicting future outcomes. He seemed to know who would be staying and not who originally booked rooms.

Are they thrown together by chance or is it on purpose?  That is one of the many questions raised as the plot thickens. It is rather odd that somehow, they seem inter-connected. Their decisions could have consequences that would affect others.

There is a nagging feeling that they may have lived through this experience before. But how could that be? The cosmic undertones seem to rattle some cages, especially suspicious Sally.

 An expert in math and science, Gortler is blunt at asking perceptive questions, revealing predictions, and shares a precognitive dream describing preposterous occurrences between everybody there. Dun dun dunnn!

Photo by John Lamb

Quite surprising is an assured, imposing performance by Garrett Bergfeld as the enigmatic professor. It’s been 20 years since he stepped on a stage, and one hopes it will continue.

Dustin Petrillo, who is always authentic in his portrayals, displays emotional depth and an unmistakable connection with Mrs. Ormund, who is unhappy with her workaholic – and alcoholic – husband.

Petrillo and Bryn McLaughlin worked together beautifully as husband and wife in “The Immigrant” at New Jewish Theatre two years ago, and they smoothly convey an ease with each other.

As restless Janet, McLaughlin contrasts her comfort with Farrant by showing unease with her inattentive husband.

Jeff Kargus is striking as the swaggering Ormund, used to getting what he wants and believably upper crust in speech and movement. He commands the stage, appearing as a manipulative mover and shaker, giving off shady vibes. One wanted to know more about these puzzling people.

Photo by John Lamb

As impressive as the actors are, so is the creative team that collaborated on a well-worn look, including the aforementioned scenic/prop designers. Costume designer Tracey Newcomb, whose work is always memorable, has economically created status in her ideal apparel choices. Lighting designer Eric Wennlund and sound designer Leonard Marshell set the mood well.

In 1970, rock group Crosby Stills Nash and Young released an album, “Déjà vu,” including a song of the same name.

If I had ever been here before
I would probably know just what to do
Don’t you?
If I had ever been here before on another time around the wheel
I would probably know just how to deal
With all of you

It later ends with the lyric, “We have all been here before” repeated several times. (“It’s déjà vu all over again,” in the words of an epic St. Louis philosopher-raconteur Yogi Berra.)

I was frequently reminded of those lyrics, as the play attempted to explain unnatural phenomenon. Had it followed through with a more convincing ending, it would have stuck the landing, but this is an observation in hindsight 90 years later.

Priestley worked with what was known at the time, and his own viewpoint on another life ahead as a do-over. Food for thought, to be sure.

In their customary fine fashion, Albion presented an unfamiliar play effectively, driven by excellent performances and strong contributions by local artisans.

 Albion Theatre presents “I Have Been Here Before” Thursday through Saturday at 7:30 p.m. and Sundays at 2 p.m., on Oct. 23-26, 30-31; Nov. 1-2 at the Black Box Theatre at the Kranzberg Center, 501 N. Grand in Grand Center. The show runs 2 hours, 30 minutes, with two 10-minute intermissions. For more information: albiontheatrestl.org.

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By Lynn Venhaus

Laying the foundation for the palace intrigue in Shakespeare’s tragic “Hamlet,” the original play “Elsinore” is an interesting interpretation of those familiar characters in an affecting prequel.

Known for its bold choices, local theater company Chorus of Fools has mounted artistic director Eric Satterfield’s 2021 play updated by co-playwrights David Nonemaker and Satterfield, who also directed.

How did Denmark become so rotten? Satterfield wants answers and his strong cast will tell a more nuanced story.

Through compelling performances, this ensemble delves into the unraveling of the royal family and how the political scheming escalates, which eventually leads to the kingdom’s instability and headed to war with Norway.

Most remarkable is how much the language sounds like the Bard in tone and tempo. Smartly written with style, wit and theatricality, “Elsinore” plausibly imagines the backstories.

John Wolbers is the domineering King Hamlet. Photo by David Nonemaker.

The playwrights obviously have read and studied Shakespeare, presenting a new angle on one of literature’s most influential works. After all, “Hamlet” has been adapted in many ways (“The Lion King,” anyone?)

A rewarding aspect is its exploration of many of the same universal themes, such as making one’s mark, duty, honor, loyalty, destiny and revenge. However, in these earlier incarnations, character transformations and motivations give the actors a juicy challenge.

We may think we know these characters, but by the time Shakespeare crafted them, they had been developed by circumstances, revealing their true nature.  In the prequel, they are forging their paths.

While the prince of Denmark has always been fascinating, in the before times he is secondary to Claudius, who has the most complex character arc. Joseph Garner, one of the region’s most versatile performers, has been a formidable stage presence in supporting roles. As the king’s brother and emissary, he delivers a dynamic characterization rich in detail.

Initially, a dedicated selfless royal, Claudius undergoes personal tragedies and moral dilemmas that lead to his stunning power-grab as he ascends to the throne while breaking up his brother’s family.

Joseph Garner and Jocelyn Padilla as Claudius and Gertrude. Photo by David Nonemaker.

King Hamlet is not a benevolent ruler. John Wolbers portrays him as imperious and devious, and with his son Hamlet, he is demanding and impatient. The young heir is finding his way, clashing with his father and being more comfortable around his uncle.

He starts brooding, and Andre Eslamian gives the intense, rebellious lad an emotional depth while conveying quicksilver moods. He’s confused and angry in interactions with his father, merry with his goofy friends Rosencrantz and Guildenstern, playful with his cousin Claudius, and tender with Ophelia.

His father is not fond of his childhood pals, and Xander Huber, as Rosencrantz, and Zach Pierson, as Guildenstern, display why. As the bumbling buddies, they demonstrate sharp comic timing and play off each other well, adept at slapstick.

Chuck Brinkley, equally good at comedy and drama, adds moments of daffiness to the garrulous Polonius, who is Claudius’ trusted advisor. But he’s capable of conniving. (And what a trouper — he really did break his ankle, hence the assistance.)

Madness has not yet affected major players. Ophelia becomes a handmaiden for Queen Gertrude. She is an intelligent, curious girl, devoted to her father Polonius and gives her heart to Hamlet. Hannah Geisz plays her as a spirited, virtuous member of the court – but one who won’t be an afterthought.

Hannah Geisz and Chuck Brinkley as Ophelia and Polonius. Photo by David Nonemaker.

As Gertrude, Jocelyn Padilla is an obedient wife and dutiful mother. She is hurt by the king’s gruff treatment of her, and after his untimely death, brightens under the gaze of Claudius.

Huber and Pierson each fill another role – Huber is Lord Waldemar and Pierson as young Claudius. Joe Kercher handles three brief roles – Lord Olaf, Laertes and a hooded figure. Rose Reiker is Osric, a courtier and messenger.

Claudius, who becomes a widower after his loving wife Colette (Lexie Johnson) and their beloved son Claudius (Zach Pierson), died in a shipwreck, has somewhat of a reset.

He has lost faith after those devastating losses, becoming bitter and angry. He disagrees with his brother’s decisions and ruthlessly sets a course to takeover.

“Hamlet” was Shakespeare’s longest play, and this version is in three acts, with two intermissions. The second act resumes 14 years later, and the third is one year after that.

Joseph Garner, Andre Eslamian as Claudius and Hamlet. Photo by David Nonemaker.

The small company, with a modest budget, cleverly depicts the castle’s throne room, Claudius’ family sitting room, and the orchard where King Hamlet often napped. Vickie Delmas worked on the set design with Satterfield, and took care of props..

With its “Downtown Abbey” inspired Edwardian setting and period costumes, “Elsinore” creates an insular world where loyalty is demanded while secrets and lies are part of the growing corruption.

Costume designer Celeste Gardner paired different textures together to appropriately outfit the characters, with her work particularly noteworthy for Ophelia and Gertrude.

Bradley Rohlf’s atmospheric lighting design highlighted an impending doom, while giving the ghosts an other-worldly illumination. Satterfield’s outstanding sound design included imaginative needle drops and a regal music score to reflect the spreading darkness.

Other contributors were Ryan Lawson-Maeske, fight choreographer; Jen Kerner, accessibility consultant; Tress Kurzym, intimacy director; and Nikki Pilato, dramaturg (and also assistant director). Moira Healy was the stage manager.

With a castle community sensibility, the savvy cast transported us to a troubled time that has been examined through the ages, and managed to engage us with different, interesting angles. They skillfully conveyed Satterfield’s and Nonemaker’s intentions in a smart, entertaining presentation.

Andre Eslamian, Zach Pierson as the young Hamlet and young Claudius. Photo by David Nonemaker.

Chorus of Fools presents “Elsinore” Thursdays through Saturdays at 7:30 p.m. from Oct. 9 through Oct. 19 at The Greenfinch Theatre and Dive Bar, 2525 S. Jefferson. For more information: greenfinchstl.com/events

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By Lynn Venhaus

With every door creak, candle flicker, wind moan, and eerie shadow glimpse, “The Woman in Black” immerses us in a haunting and unforgettable ghost story.

The Repertory Theatre of St. Louis has impeccably presented a London West End production that will live in my head for a while, a gripping suspenseful classic Gothic fiction that is best experienced with a receptive audience.

The 1987 play earns its jump scares as an edge-of-your-seat feeling grows, building nearly unbearable tension for a pulse-pounding climax. It is an outstanding example of how our minds process strange things.

Stephen Mallatratt’s clever theatrical adaptation of Susan Hill’s 1983 mystery has engrossed audiences over 30 years. Reminiscent of Henry James’ unsettling “Turn of the Screw,” this is about a haunted house whose terror uncomfortably lurks through the ages. But that’s really only the start of horrifying consequences.

A lawyer, Arthur Kipps, has been bedeviled by a spectral figure in black for years, and to relieve his misery, he has hired a young actor to share his captivating story. He feels it must be told.

James Byng, Ben Porter. Photo by Jon Gitchoff.

While the first act is much slower as it sets up the action, the second act ramps up the shocks and scares so effectively, we are totally enthralled in mutual shivers.

Our imaginations work overtime, and that’s such a wonderful communal feeling to be bonded with total strangers (and friends and family) over our fears, waiting for the next spine-tingling moment – or gasp or scream or the occasional giggle and sigh in relief.

This chilling tale unfolds as a play within a play, and the duo becomes ensnared in a terrifying sequence of events in an isolated old house near misty marshes. David Acton, who plays the tormented Arthur Kipps, works in tandem with James Byng as “The Actor,” to convince us we should be very afraid.

Acton and Byng’s superb storytelling deliver the well-timed frights – and the welcome doses of humor. Both actors were in productions at London’s Fortune Theatre, and their interactions are flawless.

Ben Porter. Photo by Jon Gitchoff.

As a young solicitor, doing estate legal work for his firm’s clients, Kipps traveled to a remote village in northern England to sort through the documents of the deceased Alice Drablow, who owned Eel Marsh House. Byng portrays his younger self, lonely without his fiancé Stella nearby.

 He writes letters home and begins to read some of Mrs. Drablow’s alarming personal correspondence. The house’s unfortunate location means that it is cut off from the local village when the tide comes in. Kipps notices the villagers’ unwillingness to talk about the Eel Marsh House, but he does get assistance from local guys Samuel and Jerome (and an unseen dog named Spider).

One dark night, Kipps is alone with his thoughts in the creaky old house. Or is he? For the audience, the ‘flight or fight’ feeling escalates, not to mention the overwhelming atmosphere of dread. (This is the period where people were clutching others).

James Byng. Photo by Jon Gitchoff.

As Kipps becomes aware of another presence, whoa. It’s truly a marvel of Swiss watch timing how exemplary the presentation is.

Because of the show’s emotional heft, another actor, Ben Porter, can perform both roles in repertory, and sometimes does. He was nominated for a Drama League Award in 2020 for distinguished performance in this play.

Original director Robin Herford has seen to it that every eerie detail isn’t missed on The Rep’s thrust stage. He has worked with touring director Antony Eden, associate director Maggie Spanuello, designer Michael Holt, lighting designer Anshuman Bhatia, sound designer Sebastian Frost and vision producer Imogen Finlayson.

The masterful use of sound and lighting adds to the creepy atmosphere, enhancing the minimalist set and ensuring the horror is believable in every moment. These visions will linger.

This production is being produced in a special arrangement with PW Productions, the original West End producers. After opening in London in 1989, it was performed there until March 4, 1923, for 13,232 shows, the second longest-running non-musical in West End history, second only to Agatha Christie’s “The Mousetrap.”

James Byng, Ben Porter. Photo by Jon Gitchoff.

Pemberley Productions, a tour booking company in New York and Chicago, has produced and general managed “The Woman in Black” in North America since 1918.

The effective shadows and the unnerving scares are in the well-crafted storytelling. With its twisty tricks unveiled, the play is a thrilling treat, as satisfying as the best horror movies. It’s as if we’re all at a bonfire, mesmerized by the evil conjured up at a most entertaining evening. The execution is sensational, and the pair of actors make it a must-see spellbinding experience. I’m leaving the lights on.

The Repertory Theatre of St. Louis presents “The Woman in Black” Oct. 8 – 26 at the Loretto-Hilton Center, 130 Edgar Road, St. Louis. To purchase tickets, visit www.repstl.org or call the box office, Monday – Friday noon – 5 p.m.  at (314) 968-4925.

The play is 2 hours with a 15-minute intermission. Post-show discussions follow the Sunday, Oct. 19 and Wednesday, Oct. 22 performances.

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By Lynn Venhaus

“After the Hunt” is a horrible movie about despicable people that attempts to tackle cancel culture, identity politics and a so-called female generation gap in 2019, which is strategically set during the #MeToo movement.

Ambiguous, pretentious and overlong, the psychological drama is a tedious watch because several lead characters are smug narcissistic liars who are morally bankrupt and intellectual know-it-alls.

These insufferable types are part of the insular world of Ivy League academia, in the philosophy department at Yale. Whether action is in a high-stakes classroom, a snooty Yale Club or a swanky dinner party, these caricatures are either going to pontificate or act out.

Directed by provocateur Luca Guadagnino, who is frustratingly vague about the points he’s trying to convey, meanders more than usual and boxes himself into a corner with Nora Garrett’s baffling screenplay.

Ayo Edebiri and Julia Roberts.




Apparently not a fan of political correctness, Guadagnino really does a disservice to victims of sexual abuse who deserve to be seen and heard. It’s an insult to anyone who has had the courage to come forward, at the risk of damage to their reputation. #MeToo needed to happen and should have much sooner.

While the A-list cast is given juicy, complex roles, the irredeemable parts lack connection and emotional truth.

Julia Roberts, at her most unlikable, plays haughty, viperous professor Alma Imhoff, whose fancy-schmancy lifestyle with her lapdog husband Frederik is built on secrets and lies.

Truly egregious is that Michael Stuhlbarg is wasted in an utterly ridiculous role as an attentive partner who gets little respect. Chances are odd-man-out Frederik will get fooled again, and again.

As this rotten character, Roberts doesn’t elicit one iota of sympathy. She recklessly drinks too much. She has severe abdominal pain and violent vomiting episodes, but instead of going to a doctor she abuses painkillers, which she downs by fistfuls.

Andrew Garfield and Julia Roberts.

She treats students cavalierly and acts superior to her peers. Not exactly role model material. Chloe Sevigny is also wasted as Dr. Kim Sayers in a too brief role as a psychiatric counselor that factors in to yet another subplot thread.

Alma is graduate student Maggie’s thesis advisor, and she attends her mentor’s dinner party. An inebriated Hank Gibson, a cocky professor played by Andrew Garfield, walks Maggie home.

As the star pupil, Ayo Edebiri is miscast as a character that is as nebulous as Garfield is repellent.

Later, a distraught Maggie confides in Alma that Hank, who was in her apartment for a nightcap, sexually assaulted her.

He denies it. She reports it. He’s fired and makes a lot of noise publicly. He was up for tenure, as is Alma, who has conveniently distanced herself from the situation. Or has she?

Ayo Edebiri as Maggie on the Yale campus.

It quickly gets very ugly. Maggie views it as a betrayal. Understandably, the Gen Z students rally around her. She is quite vocal in the press, while Alma becomes very vicious in response, showing a cold and calculating side to her bewildering personality.

Garfield is so off-putting as the swaggering Hank that it would be difficult to conjure up a smidgeon of sympathy over his career in tatters if that is what the film leans towards.

Don’t expect any relatability to these self-important characters. The academia snake pit comes across like an unappealing morass. These are selfish people who have such an inflated opinion of themselves that they think everything is about them.

Doesn’t it matter that Hank’s behavior is troubling and dangerous? In some sort of alternative universe, Maggie is now the subject of derision because her wealthy, influential parents are Yale’s biggest donors. Wait, what?

Is it a witch hunt? Hank’s version accuses Maggie of plagiarism. Oh, as if that’s not enough, they must unravel Alma’s past. There are too many plot points, and none satisfactorily resolved.

This supercilious debate about morality, ambition and ‘woke’ ideology fails to resonate. Is it an unwise battle between trailblazing women who broke glass ceilings and the entitled Gen Z’ers whose lives of privilege have handed them multiple gold-plated opportunities?

Contrivances abound as the plot goes in circles. Hank, longtime friend of Alma’s, perhaps had a sexual relationship with her, or did they just flirt a lot? She’d rather drink at a bar with him than go home to her psychoanalyst husband’s cassoulet.

And Maggie is purposely drawn to be unformed. She is in a relationship that lacks details. Her trans romantic partner and roommate is away when the Hank incident supposedly took place.

Cinematographer Malik Hassen Sayeed makes the hallowed halls of a prestigious university gleam with historic seriousness and the tony Imhoff home cultured and cavernous. The annoying contemporary score by Trent Reznor and Atticus Ross is uncharacteristically too obtrusive.

Chloe Sevigny and Julia Roberts.

Guadagnino is a polarizing director, with detractors saying his style is too murky on substance. His sumptuous locations look beautiful, and the films often superficially and uncomfortably deal with desire – “I Am Love,” “The Bigger Splash,” “Call Me by Your Name,” “Challengers” and “Queer.” Characters often are complicated and meant to be stimulating but lack clear identities.

A better film on this subject, an authentic one set in a college town, is “Sorry, Baby.”

What is “After the Hunt” trying to say, and why does it try too hard to get our attention when there really is no point? We are tasked with the heavy lifting of deciphering the storytelling.

After more than 2 hours, the preposterous conclusion feels like cheating, ending in a very self-indulgent way. 

The Imhoff dinner party in New Haven.

“After the Hunt” is a 2025 psychological drama directed by Luca Guadagnino and starring Julia Roberts, Andrew Garfield, Ayo Edebiri, Michael Stuhlbarg and Chloe Sevigny. It is Rated R for language and some sexual content and the run time is 2 hours, 19 minutes. Opens Oct. 17 in theatres. Lynn’s Grade: F.

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By Alex McPherson

A bleak and palm-sweating look at just how profoundly screwed we all are, director Kathryn Bigelow’s “A House of Dynamite” refuses to answer its impossible questions about nuclear war, and urges reflection on the chaos and fatalism of our current fractured reality.

The film, a work of fiction that remains chillingly plausible, zeroes in on the question: What if a nuclear warhead launches from an unknown location in the Pacific for an unknown reason, and is en-route to Chicago with only 18 minutes until impact?

It’s an eventuality that many personnel in the windowless facilities of the government have been trained to deal with, but can they put theory into practice when the beginning of the end is at hand? Is anyone prepared to endure the fallout? 

Bigelow’s film repeats those 18 minutes three times from different perspectives within a series of situation rooms and command-and-control suites from Alaska to Washington, D.C., going up the chain of command until we reach the President (Idris Elba).

Military and civilian personnel — portrayed by an impressive ensemble including Anthony Ramos, Rebecca Ferguson, Moses Ingram, Tracy Letts, Jared Harris, Greta Lee, and Gabriel Basso, among others —  scramble to make sense of and neutralize the threat before it’s too late. The President struggles to decide what to do next should that missile actually hit Chicago. 

Time is of the essence, and these trained staff are susceptible to buckling under the weight of what’s headed their way. They are ultimately powerless no matter their rank, and an uncertain future is in the trembling hands of the Commander in Chief. As one flummoxed NSA advisor puts it, the options are either surrender or suicide.

The stakes are dreadfully high, and, despite some unnecessary flourishes, Bigelow refuses to reassure us. Indeed, “A House of Dynamite” is a warning about our (and the world’s in general) precarious situation involving nuclear weapons, as well as a high-strung look at the ways procedures and moral clarity can crumple when theory is put into practice.

Not exactly a “jovial” viewing experience, and one ripe for debate. Still, it’s compulsively entertaining— bringing the scenario to life with a vigorous attention to detail and layered structure that builds toward an integral choice. Bigelow is firmly in her wheelhouse here, supported by acting and production value wholly up to the task.

Bigelow and screenwriter Noah Oppenheim aren’t aiming to make a “satire” here à la Stanley Kubrick’s “Dr. Strangelove.” Rather, the officials depicted in “A House of Dynamite” are skilled at their jobs, many with families at home dealing with familiar, relatable challenges. 

The meaningful, albeit brief, insight into their personal lives before the ICBM is detected furthers the idea of these officials being people at the end of day — that no matter their rank, they are capable of fault just like the rest of us.

Their success in this situation, as depicted in this film, is also ultimately as much dependent on luck as their competence; the advanced technology they have at their disposal can only help them so much, too, as unknowns about the missile’s origins and what they should do if it strikes Chicago are left frustratingly opaque.

Bigelow, having consulted with several ex-Pentagon officials, brings a fly-on-the-wall verisimilitude to her direction, with cinematography by the legendary Barry Ackroyd (a frequent Paul Greengrass collaborator) that adds an effectively shaky, almost documentary-esque realism to the proceedings from start to finish.

“A House of Dynamite” is primarily composed of conversations, but fraught ones, backed by a rattling, slightly overused score by Volker Bertelmann (similar to his work in “Conclave”) that lends extra tautness. 

The film’s triptych structure adds additional context to what we’ve heard and seen before. Bigelow and Oppenheim visualize the series of checks of balances at play, and the reality that those systems cannot save us.

It’s all effectively nerve-jangling, stressful, and draining through the film’s insistence on going through those 18 minutes three different times — ending on a note that encourages conversation, or, perhaps more likely, shocked silence. Less impressive are the occasional “Hollywood” lines of dialogue that break the illusion of real-life that Bigelow works hard to maintain.

But with such an outstanding cast — Ferguson, Letts, and Elba are particular standouts — it’s difficult to become too distracted by the script’s intermittent clunkiness.

“A House of Dynamite” has additional resonance when thinking about what our current governmental administration would do in the same position. Even with experts at the helm in this film, though, doom is possible if we continue down the same path, alongside procedures that are far from foolproof. Bigelow presents a dire message, and it’s extremely hard to take your eyes off the screen.

“A House of Dynamite” is a 2025 political thriller directed by Kathryn Bigelow and starring Idris Elba, Rebecca Ferguson, Jared Harris, Anthony Ramos, Jason Clarke, Tracy Letts, and Gabriel Basso. The film is rated R for language and run time is 1 hour, 52 minutes. It opened in theatres Oct. 10 and streams on Netflix Oct. 24. Alex’s Grade: B+.

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By CB Adams

Union Avenue Opera’s inaugural One-Act Festival is intimate in scale and ambitious in reach, a chamber-sized gesture that embraces the big questions shaping our moment — race, gender, justice, identity.

By pairing “dwb (driving while black)” and “As One,” the company affirmed opera’s ability to thrive in spectacle and in distillation, to fill a grand hall and also to transform a close space into a forum for empathy.

Marsha Thompson in “dwb (driving while black)

“dwb (driving while black)” — Urgency in Compression

“dwb (driving while black),” composed by Susan Kander with words by Roberta Gumbel, follows a Black mother from the moment of birth through the long arc of raising a son. The opera charts a continuum of love, vigilance and reluctant instruction in how to survive, compressing years into a concentrated meditation.

Soprano Marsha Thompson brought to the role a warm, agile soprano with strength and flexibility. She carries emotional nuance through her upper and middle registers and meets its dramatic demands with secure technique — qualities evident in her performances elsewhere in roles such as Violetta, Aïda and Tosca.

Her familiarity with the part, including past performances with Fort Worth Opera, lent her assurance and depth. She moved from tenderness to unease with natural poise, always anchoring the story in a mother’s love.

Director Ivan Griffin staged the work with economy, allowing the smallest gestures to resonate. The motif of shoes — baby shoes, boyhood sneakers, grown-up lace-ups — provided a visual shorthand eloquent in its simplicity.

In a festival devoted to brevity, this staging showed how objects can tell stories and how music can give them voice.

“As One” — Duality and Discovery

“As One,” by Laura Kaminsky with Mark Campbell and Kimberly Reed, is the most performed contemporary opera in North America, and Union Avenue’s staging marked its first appearance in St. Louis. The milestone carried weight, and the company embraced it fully.

The opera follows Hannah, a transgender woman, through two voices — lyric baritone Evan Bravos as “Hannah Before” and lyric mezzo-soprano Emma Dickens, a St. Louis artist, as “Hannah After.”

Bravos, with his impressive range, has performed the role with Opera Santa Barbara and other companies, and his experience gave him a confident presence that anchored the evening.

Emma Dickens and Evan Bravos.

Dickens sang with warmth, flexibility and a rich middle voice, her local presence giving the work an added resonance. Together they created a dialogue of memory and emergence that edged, with beauty and persuasion, toward unity.

The production of “As One” also included a visual narrative of still photographs and video to illustrate Hannah’s journey. These images complemented the action thoughtfully, and yet the magnetism of Bravos and Dickens drew attention primarily to their interplay. I

n a larger space, projected more expansively, the visuals could carry greater weight; in the gallery setting, the storytelling was carried most powerfully by the singers themselves.

Director Joan Lipkin, in her opera debut, emphasized resilience and humor, qualities underscored by Scott Schoonover’s musical direction. Kaminsky’s score is rhythmic and lyrical, and Reed’s lived experience infused the libretto with authenticity. Together the creative team shaped a work of immediacy and poignancy.

Scott Schoonover, Nikki Glenn, Stephen Luehrman, Marie Brown, and Manuela Topalbegovic. 

The Music and the Musicians

Both operas gained strength from committed playing and Schoonover’s clear leadership. In “dwb,” the pairing of cello and percussion created a spare frame that heightened the impact of Thompson’s performance.

In “As One,” Kaminsky’s writing unfolded with beauty and urgency, performed with conviction by Bravos and Dickens and balanced with clarity by the ensemble. The result was music-making that embraced intimacy and carried emotional sweep.

Union Avenue’s One-Act Festival ran Oct. 10–12 in the gallery of Union Avenue Christian Church.

Marsha Erwin, Marsha Thompson, and Sebastian Buhts.
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By Lynn Venhaus

“A hundred years from now, will anyone care?”

And that line, asked by a small-town council member, is a double-edged sword in Tracy Letts’ brilliant “The Minutes.” Presented by Stray Dog Theatre, this comedy-drama is a rare work of raw theatrical power as told by a razor-sharp ensemble.

In his usual unflinching way, the master playwright probes the very tenets of democracy with his customary sharp wit and acerbic style. The eight-year-old play is as timely as ever as news is suppressed, and rules of law are disregarded currently in various administrations.

The Tony-nominated play, produced by the Steppenwolf Theatre Company in Chicago in 2017, was scheduled for previews on Broadway in 2020, but had to be shut down due to COVID-19, then returned for opening in 2022.

What starts out as an amusing series of exchanges recalling the eccentric film “Waiting for Guffman” and nutty TV sitcom “Parks and Recreation,” nailing the quirkiness of small-town living and municipal government, makes a hairpin turn into a scalding look at democratic principles that should leave you shaken and stirred.

Tawaine Noah, John Reidy, Gerry Love, Jon Hey, Stephen Peirick and Jan Niehoff. Stray Dog photo.

The well-chosen cast, shrewdly subverting expectations, smartly interprets Letts’ blistering look at how those in power will ignore revisionist history to distort the accuracy for political agendas. And that’s chilling to think about how history is written and recorded.

In his contemporary civics discourse, Letts focuses on a fictional town called Big Cherry. At first, we witness funny coffee-break chatter before eight elected members of the city council comprise a quorum, and along with the mayor and clerk, have a closed-door session – but wait, one guy is missing, and the reason isn’t very clear.

Oh, Letts’ cunning. The minutiae have a motive – he’s carefully chosen every topic, every chuckle. Letts has smoothly built the action to reveal how people in authority overlook principles for their own greed and ambition.

The personalities are distinct. John Reidy is sly Mr. Breeding, your typical gladhander who measures people by their golf game. Will Shaw is the eldest statesman Mr. Oldfield, a cranky sort who likes things the way they were. Patrick Canute is harder-to-read Mr. Hanratty, who appears to be thoughtful and committed.

John Reidy, Jan Niehoff and Lavonne Byers in skit re-enactment of town’s founders. Stray Dog photo.

As Mr. Blake, Tawaine Noah is glib and fired up, pushing his pet project, “Lincoln Smackdown,” a cage match. Has he been drinking? Jan Niehoff is ditzy Ms. Matz, who is scattered and blurts out that she’s heavily medicated. Lavonne Byers is Ms. Innes, whose inflated sense of self-importance means she tends to make things all about her. Grandstanding is her favorite way to address her peers.

Mr. Assalone is one of Mayor Superba’s cronies who has little patience for transparency. As “that guy,” his portrayal measured, Jon Hey is smarmy and curt, attitude and aggression festering as the meeting progresses.

Gerry Love deftly plays the iron-fisted mayor as jovial enough but he’s manipulative, controlling and entitled, as his good old boy façade collapses into self-righteous excuses.

The city clerk, Ms. Johnson, savvily played by Rachel Hanks, is machine-like in efficiency, and Hanks has affected an annoying sing-songy voice to appear like an insufferable goody-two-shoes honor roll student you knew in school.

The guy who gets under all their skin is Mr. Peel, the earnest newcomer. Always impressive Nick Freed skillfully portrays the newly elected council member who wants to make a difference. He asks a lot of questions, harmless enough, but his curiosity is unwelcome.

Tawaine Noah, Nick Freed.

Mr. Peel missed the last meeting because his mother died. Where is Mr. Carp? This appears shrouded in secrecy. In a clever flashback, Stephen Peirick shows up as the now absent council member who dared to challenge his colleagues.

As preparations are underway for the annual Founders’ Day, a horrified Carp is compelled to share his findings. Delivered urgently and passionately, Carp has discovered something rotten they don’t want to hear.

Even the reason behind the town’s name is a lie. What is taught in classrooms and presented in pageants with great fanfare is not the reality Carp has uncovered. There’s a danger to the truth, and Peirick implores them to listen.

Peel, a dentist who is not from Big Cherry but moved there with his young family, is not familiar with the town’s founding father story. All he wants is to see the minutes from the meeting he missed. But as Peel becomes aware of why Carp retreated, a growing apprehension of being an outlier comes sharper into focus, and Freed’s work here adroitly exposes malfeasance.

Understanding the play’s complexities, director Justin Been finessed Letts’ nuances in a terrific push-pull with all the characters. As the power dynamics shifted, he carefully modulated the temperature in the room as the actors serve and volley, mostly seated, but occasionally as they move around the dais.

Along with Tyler Duenow’s effective lighting design, Been’s sound design signals a storm outside on this November evening. His scenic design captures a nondescript place like dozens of meeting spaces around the country, where public participation shapes laws.

Other creatives contributing to the production include Kevin Corpuz’ choreography, Colleen Michelson’s costume design and Lizi Watt as cultural consultant.

Letts, who was a finalist for the Pulitzer Prize for Drama in 2018 for this pitch-black show, exposes ugly truths and how self-preservation and complacency factors into moral dilemmas.

Letts grew up in Oklahoma and won a Pulitzer Prize and Tony Awards for his masterwork, “August: Osage County” in 2007. An insightful writer about dysfunctional human experience, he’s always thought-provoking, sometimes unsettling, with a penchant for the absurd.

Patrick Canute and Nick Freed. Stray Dog photo.

In “The Minutes,” he expertly built tension as the comfort level evaporated. At its core, the complicit council’s smugness threatened to suffocate common sense and decency in favor of expediency.

The one quibble is that while Letts engaged with a conventional narrative structure, he abandoned that for a surreal ending that seemed at odds with the tone of what’s gone on exploring imagery vs. substance, alternative facts vs. reason.

While he enjoys keeping people on edge, it appeared to be an extreme turn after already zig-zaggy storytelling. Still, an admirable work performed vividly with deliberate direction.

“The Minutes” is a potent, politically charged American allegory for the ages, relevant then and now. It may be a cliché that the smallest towns hide the biggest secrets, but exposing hypocrisy is always welcome.

Lavonne Byers, Will Shaw. Stray Dog photo.

Stray Dog Theatre presents “The Minutes” Oct. 2 – 18 at the Tower Grove Abbey, 2336 Tennessee Avenue, St. Louis, Mo 63104. Performances are at 8 p.m. on Thursdays through Saturdays, with additional performances at 2 p.m. Sundays on Oct. 5 and Oct. 12. The play is 90 minutes without an intermission.

The cast of “The Minutes” at Stray Dog Theatre.

All photos by Stray Dog Theatre.

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By Alex McPherson

Plenty of punches are thrown but few connect in Benny Safdie’s solo directorial debut “The Smashing Machine,” an awards-hungry drama that sacrifices depth for dress up.

Safdie’s film focuses on Mark Kerr, one of the original American Ultimate Fighting Championship fighters, from 1997 to 2000. When we first meet Mark, he’s the hulking yet surprisingly vulnerable undefeated champ who cannot fathom the concept of losing. He appears almost gentle in his public interactions, yet he remains a force of nature in the ring with a messy life behind the scenes.

He’s accompanied by his girlfriend, Dawn Staples (Emily Blunt), with whom he shares a decidedly unstable relationship. They struggle to navigate the effects of Mark’s celebrity status, Dawn’s attempts to support him, and Mark’s addiction to painkillers.

Mark decides to take part in PRIDE to make more money, the rival UFC league in Japan, with his wrestling BFF Mark Coleman (real-life MMA fighter Ryan Bader). But Mark’s addiction takes its toll, and he loses focus, leading to his first major loss — well, a “No Contest” ruling by the judges.

This sends Mark into a tailspin. His public image is being chipped away, and his already rocky personal life veers down new chaotic avenues. Mark finally goes into rehab and emerges 21 days later (a time jump that the film abruptly cuts to) ready to redeem himself at PRIDE. But can Mark win the championship once and for all, and potentially beat up-and-coming Coleman?

Familiar and slightly-less-familiar beats follow, leading up to, ahem, not all that much to think about. Safdie, one-half of the team that brought us high-throttle stress fests “Good Time,” “Heaven Knows What,” and “Uncut Gems,” takes an unusually surface-level look at Mark’s life in “The Smashing Machine.”

It’s an ostensibly “raw” approach that comes off as curated and sanitized. At least Johnson and Blunt give impassioned performances that are perfect for Oscars highlight reels.

As an opportunity to showcase his acting muscles alongside his actual ones, Johnson delivers. He convincingly showcases the various “sides” of Mark scene to scene as he navigates his public persona and private realities, bringing an intensity and vulnerability (with the help of some impressively detailed makeup) that pairs effectively with Maceo Bishop’s rugged cinematography.

Blunt, too, is intense and volatile as Dawn. The confrontations between Mark and Dawn  are where “The Smashing Machine” succeeds most, as Safdie’s screenplay keeps who we’re “rooting for” in flux as the couple navigates the effects of Mark’s sobriety with often explosive results. 

Indeed, when “The Smashing Machine” focuses in on Mark’s vices, vanity, and loneliness after not being able to maintain the carefully-sculpted façade he’s spent years working towards (particularly during the first half), it succeeds where it counts.

Safdie’s voyeuristic approach brings an uncomfortable immediacy that’s emotionally taxing to watch (in a good way), and the film’s period-accurate stylings and music give it a grimy sense of pizazz; the fights themselves are viscerally well-choreographed, lent extra force by Nala Sinephro’s percussive, restless score.

As soon as Mark goes through the rehab center’s doors, though, Safdie winnows the narrative down to a much more digestible framework, zapped of thematic heft. Mark’s journey from addiction to sobriety largely takes place behind (literal) closed doors, and the nuances of that growth are locked within. 

Perhaps the real-life Mark Kerr, who worked as an “informal consultant” on the film, had reservations about just how much Safdie could reveal about his story — seeing the “before” and “after” is definitely a choice, one that skips over a crucial element of Mark’s journey and the courage his recovery requires.

Mark’s eventual self-compassion and acceptance arrives, but, given the film’s lack of meaningful connective tissue, his evolution is merely seen, not felt, or fully understood.

Not every film has to be about something grandiose or particularly important. Wanting to shine light on a sport’s early pioneer is a noble enough goal. With the pedigree of a Safdie brother in the director’s chair, “The Smashing Machine” had the potential to hit hard. All this film leaves us with, though, is a sense of half-developed feeling — lots of yelling and period-accurate immersion lacking much to reflect on once the end credits roll. Oh well, maybe Johnson will get that Oscar.

“The Smashing Machine” is a 2025 sports biopic written and directed by Benny Safdie and starring Dwayne Johnson and Emily Blunt. Rated: R for language and some drug abuse. its runtime is 2 hours, 3 minutes. The film opened in theatres Oct. 3. Alex’s Grade: C.

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