Wendy’s Benh Zeitlin Recounts His Seven Years in Neverland

Writer-director unpacks his long-awaited followup to Beasts of the Southern Wild.

Wendy’s Benh Zeitlin Recounts His Seven Years in Neverland
Clint Worthington

Consequence of Sound

It’s been eight years since writer/director Benh Zeitlin made his breakout debut with the entrancing magical-realist fantasia Beasts of the Southern Wild, a film that garnered raves out of Sundance and an Oscar nomination for its first-time director. And yet, his latest film, Wendy, feels like it could have been made the following year: another tale of childhood imagination set amid the backdrop of a rust-coated bayou fantasy land, with non-professional child actors at its center.

This time, Zeitlin’s eye turns to a bayou-chic retelling of J.M. Barrie’s Peter Pan stories, re-centering the tale on Wendy (Devin France), the young daughter of a working mom at a New Orleans greasy spoon who finds herself, along with her twin brothers (Gavin and Gage Naquin) tagging along with a mysteriously puckish boy named Peter (Yashua Mack) to a mysterious volcanic island that keeps them young forever. It may tread on similar territory as Beasts, but an older, wiser Zeitlin seems more aware of the looming tragedy of growing up, and yearns to find a balance between the two.

Following its Sundance debut in January, we were rather taken with Zeitlin’s Malick-ian aesthetics and creative reconstitution of the Peter Pan story. Now, in celebration of the film’s wide release today on February 28th, Consequence of Sound sat down with Zeitlin to talk about the long, slow process of bringing Wendy‘s rag-tag fantasy to life.


On what he’s been up to since Beasts of the Southern Wild

Just this! I’ve been making the movie this whole time. It really took seven years to make. We had the idea at Sundance; I remember talking about it before just as we were realizing that this crazy thing was going to happen with Beasts. Then it was a year promoting Beasts, and really just straight out of that. I traveled to Montserrat in 2013, and spent the better part of that next four years scouting incredibly remote locations and rewriting the script based on that.

The casting process was extremely extensive, trying to find all these kids. The way I work in the process, everything affects everything else. So that entire time, you’re discovering the movie, and everything is shifting and being developed. And the kids needed to a lot of time to learn how to swim, sword fight, jump off a bridge, you know, all that kind of stuff. So there was a real sweet spot, when they were the right age to shoot the film — not too young, not too old. There’s kind of a dance of figuring out exactly when the right point to go was, which turned out to be 2017.

On waiting for the kids to grow up enough to shoot the film

Wendy (Searchlight Pictures)

When we cast Yashua Mack, who plays Peter, he was five years old; he could barely read, barely swim. That was across the board, none of these kids have any kind of acting training whatsoever, but they’re incredibly talented. It really took about two years to get to where we felt they were at a point where they could own their characters and control them, and where we had a script that matched up with who they were and where they were going to be able to excel.

On directing non-professional child actors

Wendy Wendy (Searchlight Pictures)

It’s different for each actor, honestly. You’re on all the time, you know. I’m usually inches away from the actor, that’s where I like to be on set. I’m not sitting behind a monitor, I’m, like, right there in the scene with the kids. We spent years getting to know each other rehearsing, to really have an understanding of what makes them tick. But a lot of times, it’s just visceral. It’s like being a football coach or something like that. You’re trying to amp up the energy or trying to push emotion. Even when the cameras are rolling: “Again, again, louder, louder, louder.” You sort of pump yourself up.

On having a sense of play on set

Wendy (Searchlight Pictures)

That’s kind of key. If it’s not fun, the kids won’t like it. That’s the thing where you most quickly go from a good performance to a bad one — if the kids aren’t having fun. And oftentimes, film sets are truly not fun places. So it’s a real dance to keep the set their playground, while also getting the film shot. It’s always a struggle.

On finding the perfect Peter and Wendy

Wendy (Searchlight Pictures)

There aren’t two people in the world that could have played these parts, you know? When you find them, it’s absolutely right. Devin [France, who plays Wendy] actually comes from a town like fairly close to where [Beasts of the Southern Wild star] Quvenzhané [Wallis] is from, like 15 minutes away. In Louisiana, we did a massive grassroots casting search. We’re in schools, we’re trying to find kids that have raw talent, but have never had the opportunity before. And it’s not like a lot of these schools have theater programs; we’re trying to find real kids who have a spirit that connects to the character.

She came to a library right by her school. You meet her, and she’s not necessarily who you imagine, she doesn’t look or act like what you wrote, but there’s some sort of spirit that connects with the themes of the film and the character. A lot of times, I’m looking to learn who the character is from a real person whose life experience or personality connects with the character. So for her, it was this mix of her incredible bravery, but incredible sweetness, in a way that felt like the two things were connected. I remember noticing that in her.

For Yashua, we wanted to find a kid for whom play and joy and mischief was everything. We wanted someone very young, who was kind of at that stage before you really start thinking about the consequences of your actions in any real way.

On taking the classic Peter Pan story in a new angle

Wendy (Searchlight Pictures)

Peter has been a myth and a character that persists throughout my life. Me and my sister Eliza [Zeitlin], whom I wrote the film with, we decided early we didn’t want to remake anything, or even tell the original story necessarily. It was about taking the framework of the myth and telling a new story with those elements and those themes. The thing we were really interested in, especially for me, was this tension between care and freedom, this feeling that, as you grow up you have to make a choice: you can choose to be wild and free and do whatever you want. But if you do that, you do it at the expense of having family or children, you know, and that you have to sacrifice one to make the other. I think that experience is something I was certainly thinking about and felt universal.

On conceptualizing his version of Neverland

Wendy (Searchlight Pictures)

There was an early idea that the source of youth was going to be a volcano. We wanted to take the things in the original text that felt like fairy magic, or totally distancing, things that made it a pure fantasy and connect them to the real world. So this idea that the volcano was going to be the source was central, which of course doesn’t leave you with a lot of options.

But I’d heard of the island of Montserrat before from a friend who’d grown up there, and I was just blown away by the natural beauty of the place. It wasn’t just that the volcano has incredible rainforests and these towering cliffs over violent beaches and rock formations. It was just a spectacular, natural wonder. Then also, I started connecting with the people there. I spent the better part of four years there writing the script and scouting.

We had incredible friends, allies, and help on the island to make a film, nothing that had ever been done before there. We have to build the infrastructure from the ground up, and it was a true adventure.

On designing the giant Tinkerbell-like ‘Mother’

We wanted to push the limits of what could be done with practical underwater photography. What you’re looking at with the Mother is not CGI. We started off with a 35-foot, diver-operated underwater light-up puppet, which has to be one of the most complicated things anyone’s ever tried to build for a movie. It was all designed by my sister and Jason Heymer in LA, and an amazing team of artists.

We had this idea that she comes from the heart of the earth, and we wanted to connect Mother Nature to joy in this really intense way where, when nature is joyous it’s connected to youth, and the sort of things that keep us alive and young. We wanted nature to be protecting these children in this, and to give that a voice and a character.

So we started at this idea that she originated at the center of the Earth, like breathing off of hydrothermal vents. We looked at a lot of the microscopic organisms that live there, combined them and then blew her up to massive proportions.

On bringing Dan Romer back to do the music

He’s my greatest collaborator. All the music I’ve written for films, I’ve collaborated with Dan.

I’m a very primeval songwriter, and he’s just incredibly fluid and adaptable, a brilliant writer and orchestrator. The whole score [forWendy] started in a bar: I had the beat in my head, so I pounded on the table and sang the song that the Mother sings, you know?

That was our starting point. We knew the bones of the score were going to be a lullaby of sorts, the songs that a mother sings to a child. So there were two central lullabies, the one Wendy’s mom sings to her and the one the mythic Mother sings to the Lost Boys.

Those two melodies were the framework, and then we wanted to bring a new, frantic, youthful energy to the score, just anxious striking violins with wood. Things that felt like, if you tossed a kid into a room full of garbage and orchestra instruments, what would they do with it?

On making films about children’s experiences

I think my films are an expression of how I see things, and each film has its own choices and aesthetics. But yeah, the messiness and the chaos is something that I’m really attracted to as a process. My favorite films often are ones where the director clearly just saw every moment of it and just executed it to total perfection, like a Coen Brothers film or something like that. For me, what I love about making films is the journey and the experience and interacting with the world via a story, and letting those elements teach me what the film is and guide me and take me places I never expected to go. That process is one I really love and I’m going to continue to make my work in, I think.

I’m not only going to make films about kids! I think that was a continuation of the experience of working with Quvenzhané and watching her be Hushpuppy, then watching her grow up as a person. A lot of those themes led me to Wendy, you know. It felt like there was another movie to make about an older young girl. There was continuity there. This one has led me to think about old age in ways I’m excited about. I think, for me, one film is always going to lead me to the next, and there will hopefully be a flow to that as I continue to make films.

Wendy is currently in theaters via Searchlight Pictures.

Wendy’s Benh Zeitlin Recounts His Seven Years in Neverland
Clint Worthington

Film Review: Clap If You Believe In the Breathless Whimsy of Benh Zeitlin’s Wendy

A ruggedly fantastical reimagining of J.M. Barrie’s Peter Pan mythos.

Film Review: Clap If You Believe In the Breathless Whimsy of Benh Zeitlin’s Wendy
Clint Worthington

Consequence of Sound

This review was originally part of our Sundance 2020 coverage.

The Pitch: Toiling away in the heat and poverty of the Louisiana bayou, Wendy Darling (Devin France) lives with her twin brothers James and Douglas (Gavin and Gage Naquin) and hard-working mother Angela (Shay Walker) by the train tracks, and dreams of adventure. One day, adventure comes knocking in the form of Peter (Yashau Mack), an impish child wearing a tattered school jacket and climbing the night train, bringing the Darlings along with him. Before long, they’re on a mysterious island where active volcanoes roar at every turn and no one seems to grow old.

Kill Your Darlings: It’s been eight whole years since Benh Zeitlin’s debut — the whimsical, lyrical children’s adventure Beasts of the Southern Wild — became one of 2012’s surprise breakouts and turned co-composer Dan Romer into a household name. In the intervening time, Zeitlin was hard at work creating his followup, a ruggedly fantastical reimagining of J.M. Barrie’s Peter Pan mythos into the Beasts aesthetic.

Whether you like Wendy will depend almost entirely on your continued tolerance for the baby-Malick stirrings of Zeitlin’s style: roving, evocative camerawork; the unpolished roughness of unknown child performers; treacly sentiment pouring from each horn blast of Romer’s score; or France’s storybook narration. At nearly two hours, that’s a lot of syrup to pour down your throat, and the unapologetic mawkishness of it all can rankle after a while, even if you’re attuned to the film’s wavelength.

Wendy (Searchlight Pictures)

Clap If You Believe: But there’s something inexorably charming about Zeitlin’s sense of childlike wonder, even through the rusty auspices of his poverty-stricken settings. Zeitlin’s script, co-written with his sister Eliza, cuts to the essential heart of play that feels central to the Peter Pan story, and reinvents it in intriguing ways that evoke the matured melancholy of Where the Wild Things Are. Neverland isn’t just some magical place: the Lost Boys’ gifts of youth are supplied by an otherworldly creature they call Mother (a kind of whale-like beastie who swims under the island and breathes an orange glow that supplies the magic at play). It’s a playground, and Zeitlin and cinematographer Sturla Brandth Grøvlen adorably capture the feeling of kids finally being given the freedom to not just play in the sandbox, but to live in it too.

What’s more, there are rules to staying young: keep playing, never stop moving, and never give in to melancholy. Violate those rules, and the island punishes you, as Wendy soon learns after discovering a population of elderly shunned by Peter’s kids. It’s these moments that offer the most interesting twists to the Pan story, especially as the eventual origins of Captain Hook come from an unexpected place. Even as the meandering first half gives way to more plot-oriented storytelling as the climax nears, Zeitlin keeps the film grounded in a dream logic that, if you’re on board, feels like the kind of imaginative chaos you’d get with a child’s breathless account of a new story.


Peter Panhandle: Still, there’s plenty to be wary about with Wendy, especially when it comes to issues of representation and who’s telling whose stories. Accusations of poverty porn and appropriation plagued Beasts in the years since its release, and the white Zeitlin choosing to tell another bayou-chic story featuring young black boys or girls with seemingly magical powers is certainly a risky prospect. Here, the critiques would likely be crystallized around Peter himself, who practically embodies the racist trope of the magical black man. Peter’s unpredictability and flaws help elide that a bit, but it’s certainly a hurdle that Wendy struggles to clear.

The Verdict: For all its rough edges and lengthy asides, there’s some of that old Beasts magic in Wendy, a double-shot of Zeitlin’s ineffable twee energy that should delight those who choose to believe. Peter Pan is one of those timeless children’s stories that can survive these kinds of revisionist adaptations; it’s a fable about the inevitable necessity of growing up, and how our terrified desire to stay young can end up poisoning us. “To grow old is a great adventure,” Wendy whispers in the closing minutes of the film; it’s an obvious lesson, to be sure, but one well-earned.

Where’s It Playing? Wendy is seeing a limited release via Searchlight Pictures.

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Film Review: Clap If You Believe In the Breathless Whimsy of Benh Zeitlin’s Wendy
Clint Worthington

TV Review: Altered Carbon Cheats Death For A Second Season of Cyberpunk Mayhem

Netflix’s cyberpunk drama reinvents itself with renewed sense of purpose.

TV Review: Altered Carbon Cheats Death For A Second Season of Cyberpunk Mayhem
Clint Worthington

Consequence of Sound

The Pitch: In the cyberpunk future of Richard K. Morgan‘s Altered Carbon, technology left behind by a long-dead alien race lets us not only live forever but download our consciousness into any number of host bodies, called ‘sleeves’. Dozens, if not hundreds, of years have passed since the events of Season 1, and former Envoy-turned-reluctant gumshoe Takeshi Kovacs is an outcast on the run and on the hunt for his lost love, fellow Envoy and anti-immortality revolutionary Quellcrist Falconer (Renee Elise Goldsberry).

Before he knows it, Kovacs is sent to Harlan’s World, a far-flung human colony where they mine the alien metal that makes everyone’s soul-capturing ‘stacks’. Before Kovacs can get his bearings in his new, military-enhanced body (Anthony Mackie), however, all hell breaks loose and he’s framed for the murder of several mega-rich founders on Harlan’s World. Left with naught but his wits, a streetwise bounty hunter (Simone Missick) and his glitchy AI companion Poe (Chris Conner), Kovacs has to stay alive, find Quell, and escape this mess.

Another Trick Up Her Sleeve: Altered Carbon‘s first season was pure-strain, unfiltered ’90s cyberpunk, for good and ill, and it was more than an acquired taste. Joel Kinnaman was a fairly bland lead (and questions abounded about casting a white guy as the Asian lead in the post-racial, identity-bending future), and the season itself was a messy hodge-podge of gratuitous nudity and disquietingly female-centered violence. Season 2 feels like a deliberate rejoinder to that first go-round: it’s stripped-down cyberpunk action through and through, and there’s no voyeuristic hanky-panky to be found. It’s still hyperviolent and hard-boiled as an overcooked egg, but at least new showrunner Alison Schapker strips the show’s wild concept to its essential elements, allowing for a soft reboot that emphasizes what works about the show and dumps the rest.

Altered Carbon: Season 2 (Netflix)

Fighting With Yourself: Granted, the central mystery of the season remains as convoluted and difficult to take seriously as that of Season 1: a conundrum involving murdered ‘Founders,’ the alien ruins on which the planet’s riches are built, and the calculating CEO of the company that owns the planet (Lela Loren) and Kovacs’ former mentor (Torben Liebrecht), who’s been hired as her security chief. But the grander plot developments thankfully fade away into a broader exploration of Kovacs, particularly once the bad guys “double-sleeve” a younger, more pliable copy of Kovacs’ personality into a clone of his younger, original Asian body (Will Yun Lee). Much of this feels like an earnest answer to the criticisms of yellowface lobbed at the first seasons’ casting, especially once this version of Kovacs becomes just as central to the narrative as Mackie’s.

A View to a Quell: The face-swapping conceit of the show also allows for the show’s best, most elegant improvement: dumping the wooden Kinnaman for Mackie’s steely-eyed intensity. While Mackie still carries the constipated conviction and penchant for cruelty that marked Kinnaman’s turn at the role, he brings a much-needed sense of humor and humanity, a harried laconicism that makes him far more watchable as the series’ fulcrum. He’s still the ultra-violent fanboy badass Kovacs has always been (his new body literally has gun magnet hands), but Schapker’s new focus on Kovac’s past allows the show (and Mackie) to explore new angles to the character.

Altered Carbon: Season 2 (Netflix)

It helps, too, that Goldsberry’s Quell is back from Season 1, and the story hinges much more on her in the present day. No longer relegated to flashbacks, her presence turns the second season into somewhat of a guns-akimbo love story, two souls lost in the soup of switched bodies and centuries of isolation who just need to blaze a bloody path back to each other. There’s a perverse delight in seeing Goldsberry, mostly known for her golden pipes on Hamilton or small, pivotal supporting roles on films like Waves, do roundhouse kicks in black leather tank tops and dreadlocks; she’s clearly having a ball leaning into the goofy Besson-ian auspices of the material.

Poe-Faced: But all of the star-crossed lover angles and conspiracies about murdered alien civilizations fade away when the show smartly focuses on fan-favorite character Poe, a sentient holographic hotel personified by an arch, impish AI version of Edgar Allen Poe. He’s back from the dead, but he’s glitchy, his program compromising not just his ability to help his friend Kovacs, but the memories that make him who he is. More than just the comic relief, he threatens at all turns to steal the show out from under Mackie and co., whether through Conner’s committedly bittersweet performance or the character’s earnest grapplings with the permanence of death.

Altered Carbon: Season 2 (Netflix)

In a show obsessed with keeping humans alive forever, the thought of a computer program dreading its own demise is an intriguing one, especially since he’s one of the most upbeat and personable characters in this rain-soaked dystopia. Schapker brings him back for Season 2 and expands his role dramatically, and the show is so much better for it. I wouldn’t even be mad if they just dropped Kovacs altogether for Season 3 and made The Poe Show. For a series with deep flaws, Poe is one of the things both seasons got pitch-perfectly right.

The Verdict: If the casting and the salacious Game of Thrones-iness of it all turned you off to Season 1, Season 2 might be a solid jumping-on point for Altered Carbon. The philosophical underpinnings of a show about revenge, redemption, and the little tragedies that come from solving mortality, often give way to schlocky action and slick neon-soaked production design. But under Schapker’s direction, and a new cast comprised chiefly of extremely charismatic actors of color, Altered Carbon may have just found a way to cheat its own death.

Where’s It Playing? Altered Carbon downloads its consciousness into a streaming-friendly sleeve on Netflix February 27th.

Trailer:

TV Review: Altered Carbon Cheats Death For A Second Season of Cyberpunk Mayhem
Clint Worthington

TV Review: Altered Carbon Cheats Death For A Second Season of Cyberpunk Mayhem

Netflix’s cyberpunk drama reinvents itself with renewed sense of purpose.

TV Review: Altered Carbon Cheats Death For A Second Season of Cyberpunk Mayhem
Clint Worthington

Consequence of Sound

The Pitch: In the cyberpunk future of Richard K. Morgan‘s Altered Carbon, technology left behind by a long-dead alien race lets us not only live forever but download our consciousness into any number of host bodies, called ‘sleeves’. Dozens, if not hundreds, of years have passed since the events of Season 1, and former Envoy-turned-reluctant gumshoe Takeshi Kovacs is an outcast on the run and on the hunt for his lost love, fellow Envoy and anti-immortality revolutionary Quellcrist Falconer (Renee Elise Goldsberry).

Before he knows it, Kovacs is sent to Harlan’s World, a far-flung human colony where they mine the alien metal that makes everyone’s soul-capturing ‘stacks’. Before Kovacs can get his bearings in his new, military-enhanced body (Anthony Mackie), however, all hell breaks loose and he’s framed for the murder of several mega-rich founders on Harlan’s World. Left with naught but his wits, a streetwise bounty hunter (Simone Missick) and his glitchy AI companion Poe (Chris Conner), Kovacs has to stay alive, find Quell, and escape this mess.

Another Trick Up Her Sleeve: Altered Carbon‘s first season was pure-strain, unfiltered ’90s cyberpunk, for good and ill, and it was more than an acquired taste. Joel Kinnaman was a fairly bland lead (and questions abounded about casting a white guy as the Asian lead in the post-racial, identity-bending future), and the season itself was a messy hodge-podge of gratuitous nudity and disquietingly female-centered violence. Season 2 feels like a deliberate rejoinder to that first go-round: it’s stripped-down cyberpunk action through and through, and there’s no voyeuristic hanky-panky to be found. It’s still hyperviolent and hard-boiled as an overcooked egg, but at least new showrunner Alison Schapker strips the show’s wild concept to its essential elements, allowing for a soft reboot that emphasizes what works about the show and dumps the rest.

Altered Carbon: Season 2 (Netflix)

Fighting With Yourself: Granted, the central mystery of the season remains as convoluted and difficult to take seriously as that of Season 1: a conundrum involving murdered ‘Founders,’ the alien ruins on which the planet’s riches are built, and the calculating CEO of the company that owns the planet (Lela Loren) and Kovacs’ former mentor (Torben Liebrecht), who’s been hired as her security chief. But the grander plot developments thankfully fade away into a broader exploration of Kovacs, particularly once the bad guys “double-sleeve” a younger, more pliable copy of Kovacs’ personality into a clone of his younger, original Asian body (Will Yun Lee). Much of this feels like an earnest answer to the criticisms of yellowface lobbed at the first seasons’ casting, especially once this version of Kovacs becomes just as central to the narrative as Mackie’s.

A View to a Quell: The face-swapping conceit of the show also allows for the show’s best, most elegant improvement: dumping the wooden Kinnaman for Mackie’s steely-eyed intensity. While Mackie still carries the constipated conviction and penchant for cruelty that marked Kinnaman’s turn at the role, he brings a much-needed sense of humor and humanity, a harried laconicism that makes him far more watchable as the series’ fulcrum. He’s still the ultra-violent fanboy badass Kovacs has always been (his new body literally has gun magnet hands), but Schapker’s new focus on Kovac’s past allows the show (and Mackie) to explore new angles to the character.

Altered Carbon: Season 2 (Netflix)

It helps, too, that Goldsberry’s Quell is back from Season 1, and the story hinges much more on her in the present day. No longer relegated to flashbacks, her presence turns the second season into somewhat of a guns-akimbo love story, two souls lost in the soup of switched bodies and centuries of isolation who just need to blaze a bloody path back to each other. There’s a perverse delight in seeing Goldsberry, mostly known for her golden pipes on Hamilton or small, pivotal supporting roles on films like Waves, do roundhouse kicks in black leather tank tops and dreadlocks; she’s clearly having a ball leaning into the goofy Besson-ian auspices of the material.

Poe-Faced: But all of the star-crossed lover angles and conspiracies about murdered alien civilizations fade away when the show smartly focuses on fan-favorite character Poe, a sentient holographic hotel personified by an arch, impish AI version of Edgar Allen Poe. He’s back from the dead, but he’s glitchy, his program compromising not just his ability to help his friend Kovacs, but the memories that make him who he is. More than just the comic relief, he threatens at all turns to steal the show out from under Mackie and co., whether through Conner’s committedly bittersweet performance or the character’s earnest grapplings with the permanence of death.

Altered Carbon: Season 2 (Netflix)

In a show obsessed with keeping humans alive forever, the thought of a computer program dreading its own demise is an intriguing one, especially since he’s one of the most upbeat and personable characters in this rain-soaked dystopia. Schapker brings him back for Season 2 and expands his role dramatically, and the show is so much better for it. I wouldn’t even be mad if they just dropped Kovacs altogether for Season 3 and made The Poe Show. For a series with deep flaws, Poe is one of the things both seasons got pitch-perfectly right.

The Verdict: If the casting and the salacious Game of Thrones-iness of it all turned you off to Season 1, Season 2 might be a solid jumping-on point for Altered Carbon. The philosophical underpinnings of a show about revenge, redemption, and the little tragedies that come from solving mortality, often give way to schlocky action and slick neon-soaked production design. But under Schapker’s direction, and a new cast comprised chiefly of extremely charismatic actors of color, Altered Carbon may have just found a way to cheat its own death.

Where’s It Playing? Altered Carbon downloads its consciousness into a streaming-friendly sleeve on Netflix February 27th.

Trailer:

TV Review: Altered Carbon Cheats Death For A Second Season of Cyberpunk Mayhem
Clint Worthington

TV Review: I Am Not Okay With This Has the It Factor

Echoes of John Hughes, Stranger Things, and Stephen King fuel the latest Charles Forsman adaptation.

TV Review: I Am Not Okay With This Has the It Factor
Clint Worthington

Consequence of Sound

The Pitch: High school’s a bitch, and no one knows that better than Sydney “Syd” Novak (It star Sophia Lillis). A tomboyish outsider burdened by bullies, a frustrated mother, a father who committed suicide, and an unrequited crush on her best friend Dina (Sofia Bryan), it’s no wonder Syd is prone to fits of anger. There’s just one problem: lately, whenever her anger builds, unexplained things happen around her. Subjects of her ire, like Dina’s douchey jock boyfriend Brad (Richard Lewis), suddenly get nosebleeds and cracks form in her bedroom wall. She’s got no idea what’s happening to her, and the only person she might be able to turn to is her dorky neighbor Stanley Barber (Wyatt Oleff, also from It). At this point, the question isn’t whether or not she can survive high school, but whether high school can survive her.

I Am Not Okay With This (Netflix)

Dear Diary, Go Fuck Yourself: Netflix has their original content curation down to a science at this point — find what people are watching, localize what’s trending most, and crank out something similar they can binge in a weekend. It’s not hard for I Am Not Okay With This to feel manufactured by an algorithm, whatever verve the performances and direction eke out of the material. Although it’s based on the 2017 graphic novel by Charles Forsman, I Am Not Okay With This feels like a stew of some of Netflix’s greatest hits. What if the Molly Ringwald character from a John Hughes movie was Eleven from Stranger Things, the show asks?

Well, the results of that particular gumbo are eminently watchable, if a bit predictable at times. The show clips along at a brisk clip (the episodes are, blissfully, 20 minutes on average, and the seven-episode run means you’ll be done with the first season in an afternoon), but along fairly familiar paths. Pretty much everybody, Syd included, trods along their expected archetypes with little variation: the emotionally harried, overbearing mother, the dorky best friend with a heart of gold, the smarmy bro.

There’s also the rager at a friend’s house that opens up emotional wounds, the furtive first kiss between uncertain lovers, the climax at the big dance. There’s even a whole Breakfast Club episode involving a heist during detention, and the finale has more than a few shades of the prom scene from Carrie. That said, the presentation is strong, with director Jonathan Entwistle’s grainy, Hughesian charm smartly widening to glimmers of Duffer Brothers-style spectacle when needed.

This week’s episode of Relevant Content features interviews with I Am Not Okay With This showrunner Jonathan Entwistle and star Sophia Lillis. Be sure to stop by on Wednesday, February 25th at 3 p.m. EST / 12:00 PST via Consequence of Sound Radio on TuneIn.

Turned Up to Eleven: If you’re going to ape a heaping helping of John Hughes movies and Stranger Things, though, the least you can do is make your protagonist interesting, and Lillis’ spirited lead turn is what keeps most of I Am Not Okay With This afloat. Sure, as was the case in It, it’s a tall order to buy the conventionally good-looking Lillis, with her short crop of red hair and winning smile, as a frumpy outcast. (We even get the She’s All That transformation scene, where she reveals herself to be a new, beautiful Syd with the help of a dress and a little makeup.)

But Lillis infuses her character with a relatable well of teen angst, and she continues her Losers’ Club chemistry with Oleff, both of whom suggest the kind of bitter teen edge that made show creators Jonathan Entwistle and Christy Hall’s previous show The End of the F**king World (also a Forsman property) so appealing. They, along with Syd’s brother Liam (Aidan Wojtak-Hissong), feel like the closest to real characters, and not just stock recreations of John Hughes players.

I Am Not Okay With This (Netflix)

Living Bi Carrie-Ously: One welcome wrinkle (besides Syd’s narration straight from her acid-tongued diary) is the bisexual love story between Syd and Dina, which at least offers something new among the Sturm und drang of I Am Not Okay With This‘ cliched proceedings. To their credit, Lillis, Bryant, and the showrunners take their time to play out this romance; we clearly see the attraction, but Syd takes a little longer to grok it herself. Plus, like a lot of young queer romances, there’s the performance of heterosexuality that stifles both characters, from Dina’s obnoxiously performative relationship with Brad to Syd’s own confusion about her feelings. Even so, the romance dynamics play themselves out in some creakily standard ways, right down to Stan’s Sixteen Candles-like affection for Syd that hasn’t felt new since the ’80s. It’s always nice to see bi stories present themselves, but do they always have to be about the destructive anguish of unrequited love? Give us a win once in a while, geez!


The Verdict: As I Am Not Okay WIth This barrels toward its conclusion, with blood-soaked dresses and the realization that Syd may not be the only one out there with powers, one wonders what a season two will look like. Is this all a quick and dirty prologue to get to the good stuff, as Syd figures out her powers and learns more about her dead father? Was Season 1 just a quirky tween superhero origin story? Whatever it takes to expand the world find some new, fun things for Lillis to do, let’s hope Entwistle and Hall lock it down and shake things up a bit more. There’s a lot of potential here, and I’m always up for giving Lillis greater bona fides as one of the best young horror actors of her generation.

Where’s It Playing? I Am Not Okay With This causes nosebleeds and pours on the supernatural quirk via Netflix on February 26th.

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TV Review: I Am Not Okay With This Has the It Factor
Clint Worthington

TV Review: Al Pacino Tracks Down Nazis in the Groovy, Haunting Hunters

Showrunner David Weil finds an emotional center beneath the series’ pulpy conceit.

TV Review: Al Pacino Tracks Down Nazis in the Groovy, Haunting Hunters
Clint Worthington

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The Pitch: New York, 1977: Star Wars has just premiered, Jimmy Carter is President, and bell-bottom jeans are all the rage. Oh, and thousands of displaced Nazis are living and working undercover in America, hoping to undermine democracy and institute a Fourth Reich in the United States. (You hate to see it.) This last inconvenient factoid becomes crystal clear to 19-year-old New Yorker Jonah Heidelbaum (Logan Lerman) when his grandmother Ruth (Jeannie Berlin) is callously murdered one day in her home while he watches helplessly.

Not long after, Jonah’s approached by Meyer Offerman (Al Pacino), a wealthy old friend of Ruth’s from their days in the concentration camps, who turns out to bankroll a group of Nazi hunters hoping to track down and exact revenge on the Nazis who’ve escaped justice and fled to America. Seeking justice for the death of his grandmother (and the team’s former leader), Jonah signs up for Offerman’s crusade, offering up his skills as a codebreaker. Just in time, too, as a dogged FBI Agent (Jerrika Hinton) and the Nazis themselves are hot on the Hunters’ trail.

Pacino’s List: Hunters knows it’s got a lot to juggle, which is why almost every episode runs upwards of an hour (and the premiere episode is straight-up 90 minutes). A groovy ’70s exploitation take on Nazi-hunting that also wrestles earnestly with the historical evils of Nazism and the generational trauma of the Jewish people after the Holocaust, plus comic book references? It’s a lot to tackle, and sometimes the tonal whiplash gets the better of Hunters‘ occasionally over-long episodes. Grim, poignant flashbacks of murder and torture in concentration camps pinball against groovy, fourth-wall-breaking moments of dark comedy (the rest of the Hunters are introduced in a bizarre bat mitzvah sequence, complete with stylized movie posters signifying each Hunter’s role). Pacino’s Offerman warns the comic-nerd Jonah that life isn’t like one of his funny books, but the Hunters blithely refer to their hideout as “the Batcave”.

Hunters (Amazon)

It’s Not Murder, It’s Mitzvah: But this all dovetails with the pet interests of show creator David Weil, who grew up listening to his grandmother’s stories of the Holocaust, interpreting them through the same lens of good and evil as Golden Age comic books. In this way, the hypocrisy is baked right into the show’s premise; for the longest time, Nazis have been our go-to bad guys because it’s so easy to dehumanize them, their crimes so great that we can kill them on-screen with impunity. But, Weil asks, what price do we pay for the sweet, stylized taste of revenge? As Jonah’s quest to avenge his grandmother expands into the Hunters’ more wide-reaching killing spree, we see the heaviness of what he’s asked to do weigh on him, the screams of their victims literally ringing in his ear. Like him, we get a great deal of vicarious fun out of these intricate heists meant to kill objectively evil people, especially when they’re performed with such colorful panache.

The Chabad Squad: It helps that the Hunters themselves are a dynamic lot: there’s British nun-turned-British spy Sister Harriet (Kate Mulvany); Roxy Jones (Tiffany Boone), a streetwise Foxy Brown type with lockpicking skills; Joe Torrance (Louis Ozawa), the team’s muscle, a no-nonsense Vietnam vet; Murray and Mindy Markowitz (Saul Rubinek and Carol Kane, respectively), the team’s tech-heads and designers, and Lonny Flash (Josh Radnor), the fast-talking ‘face’ of the team who, it turns out, is just an out-of-work actor. While much of the story is split between Jonah’s moral journey, Hinton’s agent Millie Morris and the low-level camp of the American Nazis (more on them later), the Hunters get plenty of opportunities to shine when they get down to the Mod Squad-level business of bustin’ Fuhrer-loving fools. The only weak spot so far is Lonny, Radnor playing him with Brian Fantana-level bluster to the point where it’s unclear what he actually does for the team. Also, they’re not giving us nearly enough of the Markowitzes, which seems like a waste of A-level talent like Rubinek and Kane; hopefully we get to see more of them later in the season.

Hunters (Amazon)

When You’re Reich, You’re Reich: The Nazis in question are malicious, to be sure, but hardly the Hitler-level masterminds we’ve come to expect, and that’s part of Hunters’ unexpected charm. We’ve got the calculating, stylish Colonel (Lena Olin), blackmailing senators when she’s not doting on her pet dalmatian, and Congressman Biff Simpson (Dylan Baker), a blustering Congressman with an aw-shucks demeanor hiding a devilishly fragile ego. Then there’s Travis (Greg Austin), the Anton Chigurh of the Nazi Party, a young, overeager American fanboy who does most of the Nazis’ dirty work when he’s not smugly speechifying to kids on airplanes about the eugenics of peanut allergies.

Travis is an odd duck, to be sure, somewhere between the silent menace of The Da Vinci Code‘s albino monk and the darkly comic sociopathy of Killing Eve‘s Villanelle. He’s clearly meant to be a parallel to Jonah — two young men radicalized into violent movements because it gives them purpose — but in these first five episodes Travis is mostly used as for shock value. By the dozenth time he’s murdered a bound-and-gagged black family in a deadly game of ‘duck duck goose’ or shot at the Hunters while loudly singing “Dream the Impossible Dream,” you figure out that he’s just a bundle of affectations, and I’m not sure how good that is for the show in the long run.

Hunters (Amazon)

Break Out the Shag Carpet: Of course, Hunters also relishes in its ’70s setting, thanks largely to production designer Curt Beech and set decorator Cathy T. Marshall. The New York apartments feel appropriately dingy and run down; one early target’s Florida apartment is an eye-catching feast of garish wallpaper and black-tile bathrooms. The Batcave feels suitably ornate and utilitarian at the same time. John Dunn’s costumes thrum with period-appropriate style, all big lapels and high-waisted jeans. Hunters is clearly trying to fill the hole The Americans has left in our collective TV-watching diets, and on this level it doesn’t disappoint. The direction is generally strong, but it doesn’t get any better than Alfonso Gomez-Rejon’s stylized camera movements and ambitious long shots in the pilot, replete with Dutch angles and single-take sequences at family barbecues that soon turn deadly.

The Verdict: It’s gratifying to see that Hunters is doing more complicated stuff than the pulp fiction Nazi hunting it implies on the box; in between the bright colors and droll needle drops, there’s a sense of grief and memory and loss that underpins all of the escapist fun the show feeds you. Like Jonah, the viewer is confronted with conflicting feelings, the pain of senseless violence and the slick appeal it can often have to the desperate. Walking out of a screening of Star Wars at the start of the show, Jonah explains to his friends that Darth Vader didn’t start out as a bad guy; he just thinks he’s defending a cause. That Weil and crew stick to their guns and keep the moral gray areas of its characters front and center makes all the giddy kitch of Hunters worthwhile.

Where’s It Playing? Hunters shows up on your television screen with leather jackets and golden Nazi-hunting daggers February 21st.

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TV Review: Al Pacino Tracks Down Nazis in the Groovy, Haunting Hunters
Clint Worthington

Oscars 2020: What It Got Right and Wrong in 20 Takeaways

Try as it might have, The Academy couldn’t clean all the egg off its face.

Oscars 2020: What It Got Right and Wrong in 20 Takeaways
Clint Worthington

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And so, another awards season has come and gone — the months of rabid speculation, online contention, and hot takes about deep cuts can finally rest. (At least for a month or two, before festival season forces us into the rat race once again.)

But the 2020 Oscars were a curious season, a frustrating crop of (mostly) good-to-great movies that nonetheless failed to reflect the diversity of modern moviemaking. The night itself reflected that tension, attempting to make up for the nominees’ lack of diversity by leaning hard into the diversity of the presentation itself.

Whether it amounts to an admirable effort to even the score, or breathless tokenism to take the heat off the overbearing whiteness of the nominees, is anyone’s guess. But an effort was made, and it was certainly reflected in the night’s big (and deserved) winner: Bong Joon-ho’s twisty, immaculately crafted social thriller Parasite.


That’s not all. Amidst the directionless structure of the host-less awards show, moments ranged from surprising to frustrating, second-hand embarrassing to downright adorable. Here are a bunch of ’em, distilled down to memories we can cherish as we hug our Parasite Blu-rays and pray for a smoother, more equitable awards season next year.

Now, let’s all celebrate and, in the words of Director Bong, “drink until the next morning.”

–Clint Worthington
Senior Writer


The Kids Are More Than Alright

Leave it to a 10-year-old to be the most professional celebrity at the Oscars. Out of all the BS stop-and-chats on the red carpet, Once Upon a Time in Hollywood star Julia Butters actually looked stoked to be there — and why not? She’s living a dream, a notion hardly lost on the young star as she confessed to E! that she feels truly “blessed.” No kidding. At her age, I was watching the show on my couch with slices of Pizza Hut. Speaking of which, she came fully prepared in that area, packing herself a turkey sandwich in the event the food sucked. What a pro. Rest assured, this won’t be her last rodeo at the Dolby. On a side note, it was also nice to see that the friendship between Jojo Rabbit co-stars Thomasin McKenzie and Archie Yates was anything but fiction. –Michael Roffman


You Make Me Feel So Old

The Oscars have long felt like a paean to filmmaking throughout the centuries, so it’s especially jarring to remember just how old we all are. And I think all of us felt the years on our shoulders when Billy Porter asked Billie Eilish and her brother Finneas what their favorite movies were growing up. Now Finneas is 22 and Eilish is 18, so, of course, their filmmaking influences were going to be a little more… recent. Even so, just hearing them mention films like The Babadook and The Social Network — movies that are only 5-10 years old — as childhood favorites made us collectively shrivel up into our respective crypts. God, what have we done with our lives? Where have the years gone? –Clint Worthington


Beg Your Porgdon?

Rian Johnson wore his knives on his sleeves. Were these Porg-inspired cufflinks a subtle reminder that he’s bounced back from the controversy over The Last Jedi by writing an Oscar-nominated screenplay? If so, I’m here for it: Knives Out was one of my favorite films of the year, and revenge is a dish best served with an Academy Award nomination. What’s more, Johnson confirmed he’ll begin writing the sequel to Knives Out come Monday, so maybe this was an attempt to tune back into the snark that made the original so devilishly delightful? Special shout-out to his wife Karina Longworth, host of the You Must Remember This podcast. One can already hear her future episode on Oscar night cufflink shade. –Jenn Adams


Best Ensemble: Parasite Cast

And the Academy Award for most adorable group of human beings goes to …. everyone involved in Parasite! Over the past few weeks, the film’s cast and crew have brought a lot of joy to what’s otherwise been a dreadful awards season. While none of its actors were nominated for their performances (read: huge mistake), they certainly came dressed as frontrunners. Park So-Dam in hot pink fringe? Give her an award just for that, please. Outfits aside, there was an energy to the Parasite cast that was delightful and palpable and exactly what we needed. Can they please host next year? —Carrie Wittmer


Unlikeliest Fan: Timothee Chalamet’s Ford vs Ferrari Cosplay

No one could have predicted that Timothée Chalamet would stan for Best Picture nominee Ford vs Ferrari, but he did. His getup, which was basically a fancy windbreaker and some slicked-back hair, was cosplay as some Italian guy in the James Mangold film who cleans the cars. And, you know what, it worked … somehow. It probably had to do with his cheekbones, which should be named a national monument immediately. —Carrie Wittmer


Best Fashion Statement: Natalie Portman’s Embroidery

Oscar-winner Natalie Portman saved her best shade for the Academy. Easily outdoing her “here are the all-male nominees” barb at the Golden Globes, Portman rolled up to the red carpet wearing a black and gold embellished gown, a dramatic cape, and a Shiv Roy-inspired haircut that screamed of major hot super-villain vibes. A closer look at the embroidery on her cape, however, revealed the names of female directors who could have (and should have) been nominated for Best Director, particularly Greta Gerwig, Lulu Wang, and Marielle Heller. TL;DR? It’s fashion and a statement. —Carrie Wittmer


Best Dressed: Florence Pugh

Florence Pugh is powerful enough to arrive so late to the Oscars that she didn’t even have time for an interview with Billy Porter — though that would have been a delight, and I want to see it. Pugh is drawn to bold colors and high volume. To be fair, it doesn’t always work (I have more nightmares about her BAFTAs look than I do about Midsommar). And while her tiered gown could have gone 2006 Prom easily, Pugh’s styling and confidence in a color as bold as jade really sold it. She made Amy March — who would definitely wear this in 2020 — proud. –Carrie Wittmer


Okay, Legit Best Dressed: Janelle Monáe

Right before a commercial break, I saw a hooded figure from far away in a long shot of the Oscars’ red carpet. In that flash, I knew right away that it was Janelle Monáe, a testament to her already-iconic style. Monáe’s Safdie-esque silver gown had a dramatic A-line silhouette, long sleeves, and a hood. It wasn’t revealing in any way, and yet it was still sexy. My only question was how she got out of it so quickly for the opening number. It must have taken a village. Here’s hoping Monáe gets to keep the gown so she can wear it in a space-set movie musical one day. Perhaps an adaptation of her own ArchAndroid –Carrie Wittmer


Monáe Set the Mood

Beyond fashion, Janelle Monáe also killed it on stage with her opening number. Masterfully recovering from a near-wardrobe malfunction and duetting with the always spectacular Billy Porter, she led a lively performance brimming with more diversity than the night’s list of nominees. Though her May Queen cape and Tethered dancers reminded me of some snubs I’m still bitter about, and the Cats-style audience participation left me nervous for those in the front row, Monáe kicked off a controversial ceremony with a visible dose of representation and awareness. Quite the Q.U.E.E.N. –Jenn Adams


Someone’s Gotta Give Bong Joon-ho an Oscar

I hate it when people say, “It’s a reunion!”, whenever former co-stars are in the same room. But this … it was a reunion, and it was magical. Keanu Reeves (swoon) and Diane Keaton (looking very Diane Keaton in a hat and a wool coat over a blazer) took the stage to present the Academy Award for Best Original Screenplay together. It was the first time I’d seen them on-screen together since 2003’s  Something’s Gotta Give, in which Reeves plays a young doctor hot for Keaton. After Keaton joked about their co-star (and her other on-screen love interest) Jack Nicholson, she went on to signal a change in the course of the night by announcing the first of many surprise wins for Parasite. Something did give.  —Carrie Wittmer

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Oscars 2020: What It Got Right and Wrong in 20 Takeaways
Clint Worthington

Film Review: Timmy Failure: Mistakes Were Made Is Deliciously Deadpan Disney

Spotlight’s Tom McCarthy turns his attention to the memorable antics of an 11-year-old detective.

Film Review: Timmy Failure: Mistakes Were Made Is Deliciously Deadpan Disney
Clint Worthington

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The Pitch: The place is Portland, Oregon, home of quirky inspirational graffiti, cool librarians with arm tattoos, and (as Fred Armisen and Carrie Brownstein have argued) the dream of the ’90s. But in the overactive imagination of Timmy Failure (Winslow Fegley), Portland’s something else entirely — a den of crime, mystery and secret Russian operatives. Living with his single mother Patty (Ophelia Lovibond), Timmy has no interest in school or social graces; he’s too busy working at the “founder and CEO” of his very own detective agency, in which he solves petty crimes like the theft of his classmates’ backpacks with the help of a 1,500-pound polar bear named Total, his only partner.

But as his friends, family and teachers grow tired of his over-commitment to the bit, and as the specter of middle school lingers, Timmy digs deeper into his childlike world. Whether tracking down “Russian” spies (who are more likely just bearded Portland hipsters who run borscht food trucks) s or looking for his mother’s lost Segway (which he calls the Failure-Mobile), Timmy will either have to grow up or lean in.

Timmy Failure: Mistakes Were Made (Disney Plus)

Far From a Failure: Now that Disney+ is having to work overtime to make sure people maintain their subscriptions in between seasons of The Mandalorian, it stands to reason that they’d pick up the Indie-Budget Adaptation of Popular Children’s Book market. Lots of the time, it ends up as charming but anodyne efforts like the Diary of a Wimpy Kid series — movies which try to entertain both kids and adults but succeed at neither. With Timmy Failure, though, Disney+ may have cracked the code; they certainly had enough confidence to premiere it at the Sundance Film Festival this year, and rightfully so.

A lot of this can be placed at the feet of Tom McCarthy, who’s directed such assured, kid-friendly fare as *checks notes* Spotlight? To be sure, it’s an odd choice, but he and co-screenwriter Stephan Pastis (who wrote the books on which this film is based) manage that entertaining alchemy of fun, quirky kids’ fare that’s not too obnoxious or winking. McCarthy shows a surprising amount of style to what was certainly a mid-budget affair, letting his camera be as playful as the script. There are shades of Andersonian whimsy (and no small amount of inspiration from Paul King’s work on the Paddington films) here — symmetrical shots of bric-a-brac dovetail nicely with comedically-timed pans to reveal Timmy in the corner of a gymnasium, and crash zooms emphasize his childlike bluster when he enters a room.

Timmy Failure: Mistakes Were Made (Disney Plus)

Normal is For Normal People: The key to Timmy Failure‘s paradoxical success is committing to the deadpan bit: Timmy’s a delightfully droll creation, the kind of kid who’s absorbed one too many hard-boiled crime movies and has decided to translate that to his real life. He’s overwhelmed with affectations, from his long red scarf, to his invisible polar bear, but Fegley (brother of Oakes, who also charmed in another recent Disney adventure, Pete’s Dragon) sells Timmy’s almost debilitating seriousness with an incredible deadpan delivery. He doesn’t say “Yes,” he says, “Affirmative.” He doesn’t say “I’m sorry,” he says, “Mistakes were made.” Sure, that can get old after a while, and the film itself ends up being a bit too episodic for its own good at times. But that’s kind of the point; through all his adventures, Timmy might just have to learn to escape from his imaginative aloofness and learn to open up to other people, whether it’s his school counselor (Craig Robinson) or his mom’s new boyfriend (Kyle Bornheimer), who wants to “change the negative perceptions” that come from being a meter maid.


The Verdict: But a meandering structure and a bit of repetition are immaterial concerns when a kid’s movie is as fun and entertaining as this. Think of Timmy Failure like a food truck: the best ones do one or two things really well, and commit to just doing those things. With McCarthy et al., Timmy Failure‘s virtues are an expertly-delivered dry wit that works for kids and adults alike, and a series of adorable performances, from Fegley and the rest of the kids to the all-too-game adults (including Wallace Shawn as the Mr. Wilson to Timmy’s Dennis the Menace). It’s no Paddington 2, but as these things go, we could stand to do a lot worse, especially on Disney+. With the looming spectre of Stargirl to drown us in hipster treacle, give me the grounded, childlike charms of Timmy Failure any old day.

Where’s It Playing? Timmy Failure: Mistakes Were Made busts into your house with a pickup truck and imaginary polar bear on Disney+ January 7.

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Film Review: Timmy Failure: Mistakes Were Made Is Deliciously Deadpan Disney
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