By CB Adams

To appreciate the exceptional experience of “Color Into Form Into Sound” — the clarity, intimacy and high-caliber artistry within the Pulitzer Arts Foundation’s concrete calm — it helps to understand the why behind the evening.

Curated by Christopher Stark, composer and professor at Washington University in St. Louis, the program invited listeners to consider how music, space and visual art illuminate one another. Inside Tadao Ando’s serene geometry, four musicians from the St. Louis Symphony Orchestra shaped an evening where sound behaved like form, breath became structure and attention felt like devotion.

As Stark shared in his opening remarks, the program grew directly from Jennie C. Jones’ listening life. Jones lives with contemporary classical music in her studio, especially works by pioneering Black composers who bridge classical lineage with improvisational energy, and she offered Stark the pieces and voices that inform her world. He spoke with admiration for how intuitively her surfaces and these sonic landscapes connect — tone, texture and resonance moving easily between gallery and score.

He also noted acoustic affinities between Jones’ layered materials, which recall studio treatments designed to address sound, and the Pulitzer’s concrete hush. A quiet echo of Miles Davis hovered in that framing — his belief that “a painting is music you can see, and music is a painting you can hear” felt beautifully at home. With that sensibility, Stark curated solo and small-ensemble works that met the room, the art and our listening with clarity and presence.

Jones’ exhibition and the Pulitzer’s tranquil architecture created a receptive space where breath and resonance felt almost architectural. Against this backdrop, the program brought together four groundbreaking voices — Carlos Simon, Alvin Singleton, George Lewis and Pauline Oliveros — each offering a distinct approach to line, rhythm and listening. Simon, Singleton and Lewis stand among the pioneering Black composers who have shaped contemporary classical and improvisational music, and Oliveros offered a complementary Deep Listening dimension rooted in awareness and breath. Heard inside Jones’ world of tuned surfaces and charged quiet, the works formed a sonic exhibition, each piece focused and individually framed, inviting the audience to lean in and listen with care.

Simon’s “Silence,” performed by cellist Bjorn Ranheim, and “Move It,” played by flutist Andrea Kaplan on alto flute, revealed the physical and expressive demands of his writing. The musicians approached these works like elite athletes at peak form, shaping tone and breath with clarity and vigor. Kaplan drove through “Move It” with a stamina that felt architectural in its discipline, while Ranheim revealed taut strength beneath “Silence,” each bow stroke carrying sculptural intention. In “Between Worlds,” double bassist David DeRiso extended Simon’s sense of grounded lyricism, giving the instrument weight, lift and presence.

Singleton’s “In My Own Skin,” performed by Peter Henderson, offered a vivid demonstration of musical command — a flourishing traversal through a score that carried the room with it, idea by idea. Kaplan returned for Singleton’s “Argoru III,” shaping sound and silence with poised clarity, each gesture finely articulated.

In Lewis’ “Endless Shout,” Henderson again proved a compelling guide, allowing musical thought to move with conversational ease, alert to both structure and spontaneous color.

Oliveros’ “Horse Sings From Cloud,” performed by Kaplan, Ranheim, DeRiso and Henderson, asked performers and listeners to treat tone, breath, silence and space as equal materials. This performance felt quietly luminous, meditative and humming, the result of disciplined listening and collective trust. Silence breathed differently here, less like absence than a living medium in which sound appeared and receded. The effect was gently sublime, delivering a moment of stillness that settled the room into a deeper register of experience.

The connection between Jones’ work and these sounds lived in sensibility rather than illustration. Stark’s framing centered Jones’ listening — an invitation to imagine her in the studio with these composers sounding around her, much as one imagines Basquiat painting with Parker or Gillespie in the air. Music and art infused, each informing the other as parallel commitments to color, energy and imagination.

The gallery was full, and the audience listened with a calm, steady attentiveness that felt in tune with the room and the music — a presence that reflected both the strength of the SLSO community and St. Louis enthusiasm for programs where contemporary music and visual art meet in shared focus. Cross-disciplinary evenings like this affirm how vividly the arts speak to one another when we move among galleries, stages and concert halls, embracing perspectives shaped by diverse voices and modern compositional language.

The evening also affirmed the value of the St. Louis Symphony Orchestra’s Live at the Pulitzer series, which brings adventurous programming into conversation with contemporary art and architecture. As the final tones settled, the space held a gentle afterglow, as though the music had entered the walls as quietly and surely as Jones’ works inhabit them.

Her pieces remain on view, and the evening’s sounds may still hover in the gallery air — a testament to curation grounded in discernment and performances shaped by devotion, the kind of experience that lingers and encourages us toward the fullness of artistic experience across forms.

St. Louis Symphony Orchestra: Live at the Pulitzer performed “Color Into Form Into Sound” on Nov. 4 at the Pulitzer Arts Foundation.

Photo Credit: Courtesy of the Pulitzer Arts Foundation. Photography by Chris Bauer.

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By Alex McPherson

An aggressively unpleasant experience that traps viewers within its protagonist’s tortured psyche, director Mary Bronstein’s “If I Had Legs I’d Kick You” throws us into the void and leaves us to flail. A feverishly commanding performance from Rose Byrne guides us through the pressures of parenthood and a largely uncaring world.

The film focuses on Linda (Byrne), a therapist in Montauk, New York, who is stretched beyond her limits. Her daughter (Delaney Quinn) has a mysterious illness that causes a severe aversion to food and requires a feeding tube apparatus that Linda maintains and monitors every night. Linda’s ungrateful husband, Charles (Christian Slater), who’s in the Navy, is away on a two-month assignment.

It is of course during this time that a leak causes their bedroom ceiling to collapse and flood the house. This gaping hole makes the house unlivable, requiring Linda and her daughter to stay in a seedy motel. It also becomes a metaphorical window into Linda’s traumatic memories

Linda desperately wants doctors to remove her daughter’s feeding tube, but a nurse informs her that her daughter is not meeting her weight requirements, and threatens to “re-evaluate the level of care” that Linda can give her. She’s scolded every day when she double-parks at the daughter’s facility.

Her own patients take a toll (one of them, concerned about motherhood, is clearly on a dark path), and Linda’s own therapist down the hall (a surprisingly intense Conan O’Brien) refuses to take her swirling thoughts seriously. 

The snarky motel clerk (Ivy Wolk) refuses to sell Linda wine late at night, and the curious superintendent (A$AP Rocky) takes a liking to her and wants to strike up a friendship (which Linda immediately refuses). Everything is happening to Linda and she cannot catch a break, as barely-repressed psychological wounds resurface and send her already tenuous illusion of control veering drastically off course.

Catastrophe is around the corner, and Linda — lacking any clear support system — is headed right towards it.

Definitely not all sunshine and rainbows. Through Linda’s perpetually escalating crises, Bronstein explores the crushing psychological weight that Linda faces in every avenue of her life, trapping Linda in a version of Hell that she feels guilty for existing within. Bronstein’s film firmly roots us in Linda’s world, forcing us to view it through her eyes and never providing a sense of catharsis or release. I

t’s an exhausting watch (with an overlong runtime), but its maximalist stylings are viscerally, hauntingly tangible. Byrne’s performance is so strong, and heartbreaking, too, that no matter how intentionally off-putting “If I Had Legs I’d Kick You” gets, it’s difficult to look away.

Byrne  inhabits her  character, who makes impulsive, often questionable decisions that leave her paralyzed despite being constantly in motion. Linda is a complicated, emotionally fractured presence who’s on edge from frame one, barely holding on to her sanity as proceedings grow further frenzied.

Byrne’s comedic chops are put to use through Linda’s acerbic wit, yet we can see the damage being wrought upon Linda’s mind as she code-switches from role to role, trying, unsuccessfully, to keep her mounting dread at bay.

Bronstein keeps the chaos level high from start to finish, with cinematographer Christopher Messina (also the DP on Josh and Benny Safdie’s “Good Time”) remaining uncomfortably closed-in on Linda. This lends a palpable, subjective sense of peril to her actions; we’re seeing her struggles through her eyes.

Sound design plays just as big a role here — we never actually see Linda’s daughter’s face. Instead, we hear her nagging demands and meltdowns off-screen like a burdensome creature that requires Linda’s constant attention.

Sequences within Linda’s house have a horror-esque feel, complete with impressively effective jump-scares, disorienting visual effects, and the mocking, ironic jingle that plays whenever Linda’s office door opens. 

Indeed, “If I Had Legs I’d Kick You” is an alarming cacophony of noise and stress punctuated with bursts of pitch-black humor and sobering poignancy. Parenthood, depression, skewed gender dynamics, isolation, and the pressure that therapists feel are all under Bronstein’s magnifying glass — confronting aspects of motherhood, especially, that aren’t typically portrayed in media, and that people are often too nervous to address. 

The main issue with “If I Had Legs I’d Kick You” is that it starts at such a high key that there’s little crescendo throughout the 113-minute runtime. The domino effect of issues grows almost comical at times (poor hamster), and, after a while, the film starts to spin its gears and become repetitive — complete with a grueling finale that’s both inevitable and deeply distressing.

Still, Bronstein’s film shines as an acting showcase and a manifestation of pure, no-holds-barred cinematic panic. You might just feel completely drained afterwards.

“If I Had Legs I’d Kick You” is a 2025 psychological drama written and directed by Mary Bronstein and starring Rose Byrne, A$AP Rocky, Christian Slater, Delaney Quinn and Conan O’Brien. It’s runtime is 1 hour 53 minutes and it is rated R for for language, some drug use and bloody images. It opened in theatres Oct. 31. Alex’s Grade: B+

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By Alex McPherson

A nail-biting exploration of the selfishness and deep-seated class enmity afflicting our doomed species, director Yorgos Lanthimos’ “Bugonia” grips from its opening frames and never lets go, even as it grows increasingly, thoroughly unhinged.

Based on the 2003 South Korean film “Save the Green Planet!,” “Bugonia” follows Teddy (Jesse Plemons), a disheveled and emotionally scarred beekeeper working a low-level warehouse job for the pharmaceutical company Auxolith.

The company is managed by the performative, media savvy CEO Michelle Fuller (Emma Stone), whose face appears on magazine covers and who claims to support her employees while stripping them of work-life balance. 

Teddy, who has done his own research, believes that wealthy elites are destroying humanity and the planet. Reasonable, right? Well, not so much. He asserts that they are “Andromedan” aliens, and that he must stop them from wiping us out. Michelle might provide an opportunity to enact his master plan.

With help from his neurodivergent cousin Don (Aidan Delbis), Teddy hatches a plan to kidnap Michelle. If Michelle is an alien, they will force her to beam them into her mothership before the next lunar eclipse so that Teddy can negotiate with her leaders to let humanity be. 

Donning cheap Jennifer Aniston masks and syringes, the pair nab Michelle and lug her to their dingy basement for interrogation, shaving her head and slathering her with anti-itch cream for good measure.

Michelle is, understandably, quite shaken, and confused about what exactly Teddy and Don are ranting about. The clock is ticking for both her and her paranoid kidnappers as the eclipse draws near.

It’s not a particularly rosy view of humanity, and one that Lanthimos — ever the provocateur — packs full of his signature twisted sensibilities that dare viewers to follow along or get the hell out.

Lanthimos and screenwriter Will Tracy present a disquieting allegory for the ways our (very American) communication has broken down amongst each other.

Indeed, “Bugonia” is a relentless but, ultimately, cathartic experience as proceedings swiftly descend into all-out madness, with lead performances that stagger in their intensity and commitment to the plot’s every twist and turn. 

Plemons is startlingly compelling as Teddy, who has gone so far down the rabbit hole of conspiracies and personal vendettas that he’s a ticking time bomb, driven by rage, fear, and a search for purpose.

He believes he’s the savior of Earth while he succumbs to his neuroses, every hitch in his plan emboldening him to act more violently and rashly.

Plemons is frightening and unpredictably cruel in his portrayal, yet Teddy never becomes an outright monster. 

Lanthimos and Tracy paint Teddy as someone wronged by corporations and the lies they spew. He is consumed with grief, self-loathing, and hatred of the “elites” he feels have set the planet on a spiral towards doom.

He acts out on beliefs that are both absurdist and based in emotional truth, rendering his decisions darkly funny and deadly serious, even tragic. 

Stone, too, brings layers to Michelle that complicate our feelings towards her scene to scene. She’s an almost comically condescending character thrust into a situation seemingly beyond her control–that is, until she learns how to manipulate her captors.

She plays into their frayed headspaces in an attempt to regain agency, save herself, and deliver her own cutthroat retribution for the wrongs they committed against her and her “kind” at large. It’s a performance on par with her Oscar-winning turn in “Poor Things”: she maintains a calculated, sometimes vicious edge even in Michelle’s most powerless moments.

Equally strong is Delbis in his feature film debut. Don is trapped within Teddy’s conspiracy-driven world and sees Teddy as his only support and someone who can potentially free him from the hardships of his reality. Don feels that he has no choice but to follow along, although Teddy’s reckless and cruel treatment of Michelle makes him increasingly guilty and frightened.

Shreds of compassion break through, along with a gradual realization of the monstrous actions that he and Teddy have taken. Through Delbis’ superb performance, that bubbling inner turmoil is palpable.

“Bugonia” presents little hope for these characters. Nearly every bizarre conversation (including with a creepy, bumbling cop played by Stavros Halkias) is based in manipulation and misdirection over understanding, the constant sense of ulterior motives and trying to gain the upper hand without meeting the other party on their level.

(L to R) Emma Stone as Michelle, Aidan Delbis as Don and Jesse Plemons as Teddy in director Yorgos Lanthimos’ BUGONIA, a Focus Features release. Credit: Atsushi Nishijima/Focus Features

There’s little common ground, and what common ground exists is paved over with different terrain, which reflects America’s condition in 2025. Through this, Lanthimos shrewdly, and effectively, observes the end of “truth” as we know it. 

The film is stylistically crisp yet abrasive, with Robbie Ryan’s wide-lensed cinematography opting for extreme close-ups and angling to reflect ever-shifting power dynamics. A memorably jarring score by Jerskin Fendrix, plus creative use of Chappell Roan and Marlene Dietrich, enhances the film’s gonzo atmosphere

Add to this an ending that ranks among the most twisted (and horrifically beautiful) in recent memory, and “Bugonia” is a wild viewing experience — making up for broad-strokes commentary with exceptionally tense filmmaking, gasp-worthy set-pieces, and outstanding performances.

It’s an understatement to say that the film is not for everyone, but, in its pessimistic glory, it stands among Lanthimos’ most engagingly disturbed efforts yet.

“Bugonia’ is a 2025 dark comedy-sci-fi film directed by Yorgos Lanthimos and starring Emma Stone, Jesse Plemons, Aidan Delbis and Brad Carvalho. It’s run time is 2 hours, 15 min., and it is rated R for bloody violent content including a suicide, grisly images and language. It opened Oct. 31 in theatres. Alex’s Grade: A-

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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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