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.

‘The Housemaid’ is Twisty, Trashy Fun Adaptation of Popular Page-Turner

‘The Housemaid’ is Twisty, Trashy Fun Adaptation of Popular Page-Turner

.By Lynn Venhaus

Good trashy fun, “The Housemaid” is a psychological domestic thriller with a dash of dark comedy that is ideal alternative programming this holiday season when all the prestige awards-hopefuls are released.

Millie (Sydney Sweeney), a plucky young woman with a secret criminal past, takes a live-in job as a housekeeper for the wealthy Winchester family – high-maintenance wife Nina (Amanda Seyfried) and handsome husband Andrew (Brandon Sklenar). While they look perfect, her new employers have secrets of their own.

None of the three stars – currently having moments – will be on year-end awards shortlists for their performances, yet they lean in and act with an intensity that merits them serious kudos for their earnest approach to over-the-top melodrama.

Let the mind games begin! As Nina, the suburban princess living luxuriously, Seyfried can fly into Defcon 5 rage with a frightening ferocity and assuredly drives this effort.

Knowing what’s at stake is her forte here. To watch her alternate wild histrionics with an icy-cold façade as a Real Housewife archetype is amusing.

Sweeney’s star has risen ever since “Euphoria” shook up streaming and may tie with Josh O’Connor for having the most movies released this year, even besting Pedro Pascal. She plays forlorn Millie just-right with a shaggy poor-girl-trying-to-please demeanor and a palpable desperation to escape her past.

Sklenar, who was swoon-worthy as the rugged hero Spencer Dutton in Taylor Sheridan’s “Yellowstone” prequel “1923,” is in yet another handsome, chiseled guy role. This time, he’s Andrew, a gracious, well-mannered scion of an influential family, flashing his pearly whites often.

It’s a perfect threesome for this type of suburbanites’ unraveling story. For fans of the popular 2022 page-turner by Freida McFadden, you know the delectable unpredictable twists. But for those of us in the dark, the reveals are a surprise – and boost the audience-participation feel of the film.

Smartly directed by Paul Feig, whose comedy pedigree is stellar (“Freaks and Geeks,” “Bridesmaids,” and episodes of “The Office”) and his thriller portfolio is gaining traction after “A Simple Favor,” he is one step ahead of us as we uninitiated try to figure out where these deceptions are leading.

He also strikes the right engrossing tone, mixing suspense, shock and silliness to guarantee gasps and build momentum. The screenplay by Rebecca Sonnenshine, a two-time Emmy nominee as a writer on “The Boys,” draws us into the chills by smoothly weaving backstories in, adding gaslighting and tension in the home.

Elizabeth Jones’ lavish production design is Martha Stewart-worthy in a sprawling, airy McMansion in Great Neck, N.Y. As the live-in housekeeper, Millie’s bedroom is a cozy A-frame attic nook that has a door that locks from the outside.

In shades of Stepford wives, supporting players are stereotypical privileged upper-class women who are condescending of others not in their same social register – and even if they are, finding ways to be critical. Millie overhears the local elitist moms gossiping about Nina, which is unexpected, as are other remarks by ‘the help’ in the community.

Those are interesting nuggets that illuminate what’s happening – or not – but it keeps us guessing as the plot thickens. The dialogue is often cheesy, but that’s part of the fun, too. This material is far from Tolstoy or Chekhov – it’s “Dynasty” glammed up for the 21st century.

It’s best to know as little as possible going into the movie, so no spoilers here.

Elizabeth Perkins has a few defining moments as Andrew’s snobby mother Evelyn Winchester, dismissive of her daughter-in-law and demanding in snide ways. After all, she’s more concerned with appearances than anything else.

Young actress Indiana Elle is the Winchester’s snotty, indulged daughter Cecelia “CeCe,” whose sense of entitlement shows signs of creating a monster, but whose actions later indicate she’s been paying attention. It would have been nice to have more character development in that regard.

Michele Morrone, who played Emily’s fiancé Dante in Feig’s “Another Simple Favor,” is well-cast as mysterious handyman Enzo, but sadly, it’s an underdeveloped character.

“The Housemaid” is nothing more than a pulpy “popcorn” thriller, well-suited as escapist fare, especially during a dreary winter and in a disconcerting world. It’s a film that knows exactly what its mission is, and how it fits into the entertainment landscape.

“The Housemaid” is a 2025 psychological thriller directed by Paul Feig and starring Amanda Seyfried, Sydney Sweeney, Brandon Sklenar, Elizabeth Perkins, Michele Morrone and Indiana Elle, Its runtime is 2 hours, 11 minutes, and it’s rated R for strong/bloody violent content, sexual assault, sexual content, nudity and language. It opens in theaters Dec. 19. Lynn’s Grade: B.

‘Thunder Force’ Squanders Resources, Laughs

‘Thunder Force’ Squanders Resources, Laughs

By Lynn Venhaus
When husband-and-wife collaborators Ben Falcone and Melissa McCarthy work together on screen, a low bar has been set, for their previous four movies together had little to redeem them. Yet “Thunder Force,” while just barely a cut above the others, has its moments.

And only a few, for “Thunder Force” is a hodge-podge of tone, temperament and style that squanders opportunities to boost its likability. The strongest aspect is the cast, who looks like they are having fun indulging in all the silliness.

And there is plenty of that, along with slapstick and repetitive gags. Maybe the jokes don’t all land, but let’s keep hammering them again and again just in case people will finally ‘get’ them.      

In a world terrorized by super villains, scientist Emily Stanton (Octavia Spencer) has developed a way to give regular people superpowers. That happens to her estranged best friend Lydia Berman (Melissa McCarthy), who is injected with super strength, when she is poking around. Emily can become invisible. These powers, to be used for good, can protect their city from evil. But can Thunder Force save Chicago from these Miscreants?                            

After the disappointing “Tammy” in 2014 and the unwatchable “Life of the Party” in 2018, (I skipped “The Boss” in 2016),  one wonders why writer-director Falcone still gets to helm projects with his Oscar-nominated wife McCarthy but in November, they presented another lackluster high concept “Superintelligence” on HBOMax and now the forced “Thunder Force” on Netflix.

McCarthy is playing the same character that she has milked for laughs since her breakout role in “Bridesmaids” in 2011 – an uncouth loudmouth slob who beats to her own drummer. The common thread there, along with “The Heat,” “Spy” and “Ghostbusters,” is director Paul Feig, who knows how to reign in her penchant for absurd riffs.

Feig’s direction is disciplined, unlike her husband of 16 years, who lets her go on and on and on – singing random pop songs, doing goofy impressions and just making a good punchline less amusing by not knowing when to stop. 

Why does she stay in her comfort zone when we know she is capable of much more — the Oscar-nominated “Can You Forgive Me?” and an Emmy as host of “Saturday Night Live” in 2017 (and that hilarious Sean Spicer impression)?

The Falcones met doing improvisational sketch comedy at The Groundlings in L.A., and I think their strength is humor in short doses. This movie is like a “SNL” sketch that has gone on far too long.

Apparently, McCarthy and Spencer met during that time, and have been real-life BFFs since then. But you would not know of their connection by the way the relationship is framed in the film.

Emily is a brain who devotes all her time to her work, with little time for frivolity. Lydia is a lonely hard-drinking forklift operator. Neither of them are endearing as good friends, thrown together in school as misfits, but neither is the loyal true-blue friend they should be.

So, they magically team up again after years of estrangement?

The plot holes don’t help. The Miscreants are former borderline sociopaths empowered by interstellar rays in the early ‘80s into super-villains who wreak havoc on the streets of Chicago.

Laser, played by “The Guardians of Galaxy” breakout Pom Klementieff dressed as a dominatrix, hurls blue bolts for destruction.

The thug-boss mayor, played over-the-top by – of course – Bobby Cannavale, referred to as “The King,” and is straight out of Gotham City’s playbook, appearing like a cartoon buffoon in “Batman Returns.”

Falcone also plays one of his henchmen, and after unfortunate skin tasering, has a running gag on how the unsightly scabs appear on his face. Once was enough but the fact it’s repeated is indicative of this hot mess.

And Oscar winner Melissa Leo is totally wasted in a tough-lady operative role.

Now, for the good parts. Jason Bateman, who worked with McCarthy in “Identity Thief” in 2013, is a half-creant, with crab pincer claws as arms. Inexplicably, The Crab and Lydia are drawn to each other (and there is a foreplay scene with drawn butter and Old Bay seasoning). You can tell he’s just slumming, and that’s OK because he knows how to deliver one-liners in a deadpan way. and has a gift for comic timing.

This film, however, belongs to the younger ladies. In flashback, McCarthy’s daughter Vivian Falcone plays her in middle school – and is terrific – and Bria Danielle Singleton is strong as young Emily. They could have had a whole movie developed around them, and that would have been OK, preferable to the middle-age edition.

That said, the jokes about hefty middle-age women in spandex suits and entering and exiting a sports car are funny and relatable.

Taylor Mosby is winning as Emily’s daughter Tracy.

The fact that this movie wasn’t as bad as I thought it was going to be isn’t exactly a ringing endorsement, but it was enjoyable in spurts.

“Thunder Force” is an action comedy directed and written by Ben Falcone. It stars Melissa McCarthy, Octavia Spencer, Bobby Cannavale, Jason Bateman, Taylor Mosby. Melissa Leo and Pom Klementieff. Rated PG-13 for some action/violence, language and mild suggestive material, the run time is: 1 hour, 46 minutes. The film is available on Netflix beginning April 9. Lynn’s Grade: D+