Dull, Slow, Dreary, and Drippy ‘Verity’ Is Unconvincing Absurd Thriller

Dull, Slow, Dreary, and Drippy ‘Verity’ Is Unconvincing Absurd Thriller

By Lynn Venhaus

Beware the unreliable narrator(s). Not giving any spoilers away, but “Verity” is turgid trash, and toys with truth, trust and too many twists to be a satisfying psychological thriller.

Lowen Ashleigh (Dakota Johnson), hired to ghostwrite for wildly successful thriller novelist Verity Crawford (Anne Hathaway), uncovers what appears to be Verity’s autobiographical notes. She wrestles with the confessions about Verity’s husband Jeremy (Josh Hartnett) and finds that separating fiction from reality is challenging.

Adapted by screenwriter Nick Antosca from simplistic novelist Colleen Hoover’s manipulative 2018 best-selling sensation, the movie has that same unconvincing plot formula with cliched characters and a left-field rushed conclusion. With a 1 hour, 58-minute run time, it is also slow and dull.

Most egregious is its hollow heroine Lowen, straining credibility because she is played by the blandest leading lady in Hollywood, Dakota Johnson (winner of not one, but two Golden Raspberry “Razzie” Awards for worst actress – “Madame Web” and “Fifty Shades of Grey”). 

Anne Hathaway, in flashback, as successful thriller writer Verity Crawford.

A nepo baby – her parents are Don Johnson and Melanie Griffith, she has made some strong indies (“Peanut Butter Falcon” and “Cha Cha Real Smooth” succeeded because she could be lowkey in them). But her deadpan delivery is hard to warm up to, particularly in a supposedly sizzling affair.

Johnson’s monotone indifference is annoying because Lowen is a serious writer (sure, let’s believe this), who is good enough to be published but not read or known. She’s waiting in the wings, eager for her big break, and she has a backstory that’s never fully addressed.

When Lowen is conveniently at an intimate birthday dinner with her employer’s husband, she admits to having “resting bored face.” That’s not a stretch, but most of the dialogue is. And the logic throughout is absurd.

Thrown together, because we must have a forbidden love angle while the catatonic wife, in a wheelchair and bed-ridden, creates an overly emotional detour between Lowen and the handsome man of the house – you see that coming from the ‘meet-grisly-cute.’

Dakota Johnson and Josh Hartnett as strangers who meet through tragedy.

Oh, how bizarre. But blood, especially tawdry and titillating, is a recurring motif. So are bite marks. No vampires, however, were harmed in the making of this howl at the moon. We keep hearing about Verity’s vile villains she concocts in her lurid fiction – but in reality, her real-life is more disturbing. Or is it?

Hoover and company, desperately emulating “Gone Girl” with a touch of wannabe Daphne du Maurier, focuses on dark and sinister through characters’ ridiculous whispering and superficial seductiveness. 

Despite having Oscar winner Volker Bertelmann compose the score, the histrionic strings are so on-the-nose with ‘dun-dun-dun’ beats every time something is about to be revealed that it evokes laughter.

Unfortunately, this high-gloss schlock isn’t even a good way to have fun with pretty people being plastic, or a ‘hate-watch,’ with like-minded pals who enjoy snickering over faux raciness.

Verity and Jeremy meet.

Appearing grounded and unfailingly polite, Hartnett does what he can as family man Jeremy Crawford in a thoroughly thankless role. Now that he’s had a career resurgence, with “Trap,” “Oppenheimer,” and “The Bear,” it’s nice to see him play a hunky and caring dad, no matter how much he’s secretly hiding. Because aren’t all male characters in Hoover’s novels not what they appear to be? Dun-dun-dun!

After the disingenuous “It Ends with Us” in 2024, in which Hoover did survivors of domestic abuse no favors by triggering, without any warning, and trivializing toxic relationships, I was furious.

So, loath to try another one of her film adaptations, I changed my mind just to see if I was missing something. Oh no. My first impressions are correct about terrible writing. 

Are studio’s this desperate for content? Apparently so, because she sells a ton of books and movie tickets. Her “Regretting You” and “Reminders of Him” were box office hits. Are these forgettable airport/beach reads?

Ghostwriter Lowen Ashleigh in Verity’s office.

Director Michael Showalter, who directed Anne Hathaway’s charming, breezy romantic comedy “The Idea of You,” Jessica Chastain to an Oscar in “The Eyes of Tammy Faye,” and the superb Oscar-nominated “The Big Sick,” is at the helm, so what happened? 

Did he convince himself he could pull a Paul Feig and hit gold with “A Simple Favor” like success? Perhaps the twisted thriller genre isn’t a good fit, unlike his wildly popular comedies and ‘women’ pictures. Not only are the actions of all involved mostly ludicrous, but the shock values are insincere, especially the ending.

Nevertheless, Hathaway acquits herself by taking the campy route. Looking all glamorous in slinky red outfits and wearing fiery red lipstick, she ramps up the sex appeal as America’s most alluring novelist of popular pulp fiction. Oh look how fun she is on talk shows – and eating chicken wings on “The Hot Ones”!

She lowers her voice a husky register when she’s doing voice-overs of her unnerving autobiography that she left on a USB flash drive hidden in a cigarette box in her desk. Oh, Kathleen Turner in “Body Heat” has nothing on Hathaway here – or Barbara Stanwyck in “Double Indemnity.”

Incapacitated Verity (Anne Hathaway) outdoors in Vermont.

Fully committed as this mystery woman, Hathaway chews the scenery with menace in ‘before’ scenes while looking wan and lifeless, incapacitated by a car accident in ‘after’ scenes, to give a viable contrast. Remember her 15-minute Oscar-winning role as impoverished Fantine in “Les Miserables”?

She may be over-exposed this year in “The Odyssey,” “The End of Oak Street,” and “The Devil Wears Prada 2,” but she’s doing her best Miranda Priestly here in the sole portrayal that works (even if it’s not a shred realistic).

Now, she is bankable. So that’s the one saving grace in the “Verity” sad misfire that has too many unresolved issues and too little to recommend.

“Verity” is a 2026 psychological thriller directed by Michael Showalter and starring Dakota Johnson, Anne Hathaway, and Josh Hartnett. It is Rated R for sexual content, some nudity, language, violence and bloody images, and the run time is 1 hour, 58-minutes. It opens in theatres Oct. 2. Lynn’s Grade: D.

Contrived ‘It Ends With Us’ Fails to Connect In Any Meaningful Way

Contrived ‘It Ends With Us’ Fails to Connect In Any Meaningful Way

By Lynn Venhaus
An important message about domestic violence in “It Ends with Us” is diluted by the film adaptation’s shallow, superficial trappings that favor a glossy lifestyle magazine approach to a serious issue.

Based on Colleen Hoover’s 2016 bestselling romance novel, this is the story of Lily Bloom (Blake Lively) who opens her dream floral shop in Boston. She marries the brother of her best friend Allysa (Jenny Slate), a handsome neurosurgeon Ryle Kincaid (Justin Baldoni, who also directed).

But she is reminded of her father’s abusive treatment of her mother when her controlling husband’s jealousy escalates. She becomes a victim herself once her first love, Atlas Corrigan (Brandon Sklenar), reappears. She has tough decisions to make about her future.

Hoover’s bestselling novel has been faithfully adapted by screenwriter Christy Hall, according to people who’ve read the novel (a book club favorite), but the contrived cookie-cutter romance lacks any whiff of authenticity. Oh, the movie characters have been aged as compared to the book — Lily was 23 and Ryle 30, and the actors are 35 and 39 in real life.

The illogical soap opera unfolds with flashbacks to Lily’s childhood, where she befriends Atlas, a fellow high school student down on his luck. Their younger selves are convincingly portrayed by Alex Neustaedter, who was in the Jeff Daniels’ series “American Rust,” and a striking naturalistic Isabela Ferrer.

Despite gauzy impressionistic snapshots, they swiftly establish a believable connection that continues in the adult portrayals of Lily by Blake Lively and Atlas by Brandon Sklenar. Their genuineness sharply contrasts with the adult Lily-Ryle relationship that feels too forced, straining credibility.

While limited in their acting ranges, Lively and Baldoni are very attractive people, but the film’s poor editing choices rely too much on repetitive close-ups. Their rapid courtship, which shouldn’t involve this much eye-rolling, mostly focuses on their mannequin physiques.

When that pairing quickly erodes once they marry, the obvious red flags make any feelings seem manufactured between the supermodel-looking couple.

 Baldoni, who also directed, played Rafael for five seasons on the TV series “Jane the Virgin,” and directed the high-concept romantic drama “Five Feet Apart” in 2019.

Without spoiling character development, his inability to emote other than steamy kissy-face scenes result in improbable actions and silly scenarios as the hotshot doctor. The shot selection opts for a designer cologne commercial look, which makes it difficult to relate to the main characters in any sincere way.

When the choppy, clumsy storytelling finally zeroes in on the truth-revealing conflicts, the reliance on quick-cut violent outbursts lessens the impact of what they are trying to achieve.

Because physical abuse is mostly implied than pictured (except for one harrowing but badly executed and confusing scene), Lively’s minimal facial injuries are easily covered up by make-up. 

By barely resembling honest situations, the film drops the ball on what should have been motivating advocacy.

Quirky Jenny Slate is appealing as offbeat Allysa, who starts as Lily’s employee but becomes her best friend and trusted advisor. She seems to be tasked with the heavy lifting. Her character’s devoted husband Marshall is humorously played by Hasan Minhaj of “The Daily Show,” but he’s primarily a vehicle for comic relief.

The flimsy character development is a hindrance for Sklenar as Atlas, who now, after serving eight years in the Marines, is a renowned chef with his own hit farm-to-table restaurant, Root. It’s the hotspot in Boston, which drives Ryle over the edge.

Pegged to be the knight in shining armor, Sklenar, who played Spencer Dutton in the “Yellowstone” prequel “1923,” is reduced to long, loving, piercing gazes at Lively. And he’s used awkwardly.

The revered character actress Amy Morton’s lack of identity regarding Lily’s mom Jenny wastes her talent and whatever meaningful voice the character could have contributed as a victim who chose to stay.

Costume Designer Eric Daman, who worked with Lively on TV’s “Gossip Girl,” has chosen puzzling lumberjack-style outfits that seem odd choices for Lively, although he occasionally pulls out all the stops for dazzling party attire and stylish shoes (that seem very out of budget for the fledgling florist, but he did work on “Sex and the City” and we know how reckless Carrie was with the money spent on designer shoes). The baggy ensembles look odd when Lively walks down busy streets.

“It Ends with Us” could have shed more light on signs of domestic abuse, behavioral patterns to recognize, and ways to get help, other than a mere tagline in the credits while some overwrought pop song plays.

That was a missed opportunity, in favor of a Lifetime-quality movie with shiny pretty people making its only point that affluent, well-educated adults can hide destructive secrets.

One line delivered feebly: “I can get help” isn’t followed with any action, so any serious intentions to raise awareness are abandoned, which is unfortunate.

With its triggering scenes treated so cavalierly, the effort’s inept approach diminishes its effectiveness, and turns out to be an exasperating waste of time.

“It Ends With Us” is a 2024 romantic drama directed by Justin Baldoni and starring Baldoni, Blake Lively, Brandon Sklenar, Jenny Slate, Isabela Ferrer, Amy Morton, Alex Neustaedter and Hasan Minhaj. The film is rated PG-13 for domestic violence, sexual content and some strong language,.and the runtime is 2 hours, 10 minutes. The film opened in theatres on Aug. 9. Lynn’s Grade: D+.