February 13, 2026

Barry Keoghan, Chris Hemsworth, Crime 101, Halle Berry, Mark Ruffalo, Monica Barbaro

Words by MATT MAYTUM


Sometimes you don’t appreciate what you’ve been missing until you get the chance to sample it again. This supremely slick crime thriller is an emphatic reminder of the pleasures of smart, mainstream entertainment for grown-ups, playing in a cinema rather than episodically on the small screen. A theatrical staple for decades, this kind of star-powered vehicle has lost ground in multiplexes to franchise fare and IP with built-in awareness. But it’s good to have it back.

Barry Keoghan, Chris Hemsworth, Crime 101, Halle Berry, Mark Ruffalo, Monica Barbaro
Amazon MGM Studios

This film marks the fully fledged ‘fictional feature’ debut of writer/director Bart Layton, who previously made terrific fact/fiction-blending documentaries The Imposter and American Animals, the latter particularly blurring the lines as it intercuts between the real people involved in a university book heist and dramatic recreations. Though not based on a true story, Crime 101 – which is adapted from a novella by Don Winslow – has the rigour of a deeply researched undertaking. It stars Chris Hemsworth, Halle Berry and Mark Ruffalo, whose narrative strands soon become entwined. Hemsworth is lone-wolf jewel thief Davis, whose MO is committing meticulously researched jobs along California’s 101 freeway. No one gets hurt, no trace of evidence remains. Detective Lou Lubesnick (Ruffalo) is working a theory that some of these robberies might be connected. Meanwhile, insurance broker Sharon (Berry) sells eye-wateringly high-value policies to extremely wealthy clients, in return for little to no respect from colleagues at her firm.

Barry Keoghan, Chris Hemsworth, Crime 101, Halle Berry, Mark Ruffalo, Monica Barbaro
Amazon MGM Studios

This trio will soon be on a collision course catalysed by wild card crim Ormon (Barry Keoghan, reuniting with Layton after American Animals), who lobs a spanner in the works by taking on a job that Davis deemed too risky. Working with A-list and Oscar-celebrated talent, Layton seems to be a natural at eliciting top-end performances. Hemsworth tamps down his superhero rizz to play the nomadic thief living without any real social connection, and his Marvel ‘friend from work’ Ruffalo is compelling as ever as a stretched-thin cop whose obsessive nature is wrecking his homelife. Berry – in her most gratifying role for some time – gets to dig beneath the surface glamour as a woman coming to see with clarity how her experience and intelligence is being overlooked. Keoghan, meanwhile, is the firecracker popping off chaotically.

Barry Keoghan, Chris Hemsworth, Crime 101, Halle Berry, Mark Ruffalo, Monica Barbaro
Amazon MGM Studios

Adding to the sheen of class is the fact that even minor supporting roles are filled with significant talent – Jennifer Jason Leigh, Nick Nolte, Corey Hawkins – and Monica Barbaro makes the most of limited screentime in Maya, a love interest who cracks Davis’ hermetically sealed shell. It’s also edited with confidence by Jacob Secher Schulsinger and Julian Hart, the separate story strands blended skilfully and often overlapping before you’ve even realised it. It all drives towards a satisfying conclusion that makes good on the build-up’s promise. And while there is a focus on character in this somewhat grounded world, there are a couple of impressively muscular, plot-serving car chases to get the adrenaline pumping, and the whole thing is shot sharply (with some innovative vehicle mounts) by DoP Erik Wilson. The pulsing electronic score by Blanck Mass also sets off the tone nicely.

Michael Mann’s Heat and Thief are clear touchstones, as is William Friedkin’s To Live and Die in L.A., and while it’s practically impossible for any new film to live up to those genre titans, it sure is enjoyable seeing someone giving it a go. 

Barry Keoghan, Chris Hemsworth, Crime 101, Halle Berry, Mark Ruffalo, Monica Barbaro
Amazon MGM Studios

Pictures courtesy of Amazon MGM Studios
Crime 101 opens in cinemas on 13 February

February 10, 2026

Alison Oliver, Emerald Fennell, Hong Chau, Jacob Elordi, Margot Robbie, Shazad Latif

Words by JANE CROWTHER


Designed to titillate with its tongue very much in its flushed cheek, Emerald Fennell’s raunchy take on Charlotte Bronte’s doomy classic sets its stall out from the opening as a hanged man gets an erection, prompting carnality from the assembled crowd – including a shuddering nun. Death and sex continue to be inextricably linked in this tale of two Victorian pseudo-siblings who run wild on the Yorkshire moors and through each others’ dreams as they grow from children to cruel adults locked in a toxic romance. Jettisoning the novel’s bookended story of the fate of the family home, Wuthering Heights, and the generational trauma of the Earnshaws, screenwriter and director, Fennell concentrates on the lethal enmeshment of Cathy (Margot Robbie) and her adopted brother, Heathcliff (Jacob Elordi) which sees them devouring each other in the rain, masturbating on rocky outcrops and smearing fingers through any wet thing they can find (snail trail, damp dough, a gelatined fish mouth, blood). 

Alison Oliver, Emerald Fennell, Hong Chau, Jacob Elordi, Margot Robbie, Shazad Latif
Warner Bros. Pictures

Designed in narrative and production aesthetic as a heaving Mills & Boon cover come to life, Fennell’s iteration has no interest in historical accuracy, Victorian properness or faithfulness to the source. Like Sofia Coppola’s Marie Antoinette, this version of Wuthering Heights is more interested in vibe and feelings. So while Charli XCX’s anachronistic soundtrack thrums over the visuals-destined-to-be-memes, Heathcliff and Cathy pant over each other in deliberately artificial and heightened environments from Suzie Davis that will enrage purists but provide content for TikTokers. Wuthering Heights looks like a tiled abattoir, Thrushcross Grange belonging to third wheel love interest, Edgar (Shazad Latif, bringing real depth to a cock-blocked cuckold) is a pop music video dollhouse (scarlet lacquers floors, flesh walls, lurid gardens), a moors sunset is an atomic orange. And the costumes… Jacqueline Durran’s imagination is unfettered: a Gone With The Wind gown, a busty milkmaid get-up, neon ribboned fripperies for ditzy Isabella (Alison Oliver), a wedding night outfit that wraps Cathy like a boiled sweet. Put it this way, there’s plenty to go at for Halloween hot looks.

Alison Oliver, Emerald Fennell, Hong Chau, Jacob Elordi, Margot Robbie, Shazad Latif
Warner Bros. Pictures

While the willful artifice will surely attract awards attention, the relationship at the (raging) heart of this tale needs to convince and Fennell is predictably unphased by making her characters complicated, messy. Cathy, in Robbie’s hands, is an intriguing OG drama queen, a prick tease, a brat. As he did in Frankenstein, Elordi does considerable heavy lifting in humanising a damaged man; seducing Cathy and audience alike with a spot-on West Yorkshire accent, palpable yearning and a mean streak a mile wide. If anyone needed more evidence that Elordi is destined to be a generational great, Wuthering Heights demonstrates his ability to play convincingly into lusty tropes (the way he says ‘I know’ at one point is likely to rival Colin Firth’s lake swim or Matthew McFadyen’s hand flex in bodice-buster obsessions) but also tap into the psychology of Heathcliff (Fennell’s most modern and interesting scene is a moment of consent in a coercive relationship) and almost single-handedly sell the tragedy of the piece. When he mourns the love lost while wind-whipped on the moors or clings to a silk bedsheet like drowning man, the truth and authenticity of Bronte’s prose is captured.

Alison Oliver, Emerald Fennell, Hong Chau, Jacob Elordi, Margot Robbie, Shazad Latif
Warner Bros. Pictures

Flashy, brash, bombastic, hot and heavy – this Wuthering Heights is like no other, fully committing to its horny-teen concept with all the headlong passion of a ‘handsome brute’ falling for the wrong girl. On that level alone it’s worth seeing and debating. And as they say in Yorkshire: where there’s muck, there’s brass…


Pictures courtesy of Warner Bros. Pictures
Wuthering Heights is in cinemas now

January 24, 2026

Aubry Dullin, Guillaume Marbeck, Richard Linklater, Zoey Deutch

Words by MATT MAYTUM


Literally translated as ‘New Wave’, the term Nouvelle Vague refers to the movement in French cinema that began in the late 1950s and continued throughout the 60s, when a group of rule-breaking critics-turned-auteurs started defying conventions of film storytelling and grammar. It’s no surprise that director Richard Linklater would feel drawn to the movement – over a directing career that has spanned almost four decades, he’s been inventive and experimental in his own unshowy way, playing with time, fact/fiction, animation techniques and more. Here he documents the making of Jean-Luc Godard’s 1960 classic À bout de souffle (aka Breathless).

Aubry Dullin, Guillaume Marbeck, Richard Linklater, Zoey Deutch
Altitude

That film remains vital and fresh today, its jump-cut editing and propulsive momentum as influential as its nonchalantly amoral heroes; it’s a fixture of Greatest Films of All Time lists and Film Studies courses. Risky territory for a contemporary filmmaker to explore, then, but Linklater manages to turn what could’ve felt either dryly academic or wilfully sacrilegious into an extremely fun hangout movie. If it is an exercise, it’s an immensely enjoyable one, carried off with no shortage of style and character. Cinematographer David Chambille shoots in black and white in Academy ratio. The score consists of jazzy, era-specific tracks. The dialogue is (almost entirely) in French, and even the subtitles have a pleasingly retro style. (Now and then, you can even see faux ‘cigarette burns’ pop up in the corner of the screen.) The storytelling is choppy and loose. It’s an extremely convincing recreation of the spirit of the era, and a pleasure to be immersed in.

Aubry Dullin, Guillaume Marbeck, Richard Linklater, Zoey Deutch
Altitude

The casting, too, is spot on. As Godard, Guillaume Marbeck has the necessary charisma to justify why the crew would continue to follow such a chaotic and capricious leader. He also has the insouciance to casually deliver some of the JLG’s celebrated aphorisms; “The best way to criticise a film is to make one,” he says early on of his transition from criticism to directing. Zoey Deutch (from Linklater’s Everybody Wants Some!!) is a fantastic foil as American actress Jean Seberg, providing valuable perspective on Godard’s often frustrating methods, and, like the audience, slowly warming to her new collaborators. Some of the supporting casting is uncannily physically uncanny: Aubry Dullin is an absolute doppelganger for Breathless actor Jean-Paul Belmondo, in looks and screen presence.

At times you even wonder if the film will get finished, as Godard continually seems to get in his own way with on-the-fly script revisions, short shooting days and tricky camera moves; it’s no wonder he ends up in a scuffle with his producer Georges ‘Beau Beau’ de Beauregard (Bruno Dreyfürst) at one point. But throughout, there’s such an infectious spirit of creation, it’s like Linklater is making a rallying cry to grab a camera, get out there and just create. With friends, with conviction, and with gusto. 


Pictures courtesy of Altitude
Nouvelle Vague is in cinemas now

January 16, 2026

Brendan Fraser, Mari Yamamoto, Shannon Mahina Gorman, Takehiro Hira

Words by JANE CROWTHER


Brendan Fraser’s innate likeability is tapped for feel-good warmth in this lightweight drama following a washed-up actor eking out a living in Tokyo and finding an unexpected sense of family. Fraser plays the thesp, Phillip Vanderploeg, with the same sweetness he deployed in The Whale – less gay porn and gorging, but that perennially hopeful expression as he takes unfulfilling bit parts and shonky commercials, the glory days that brought him to Japan clearly long gone. When he’s called to play ‘sad American’ at a funeral (a lovely piece of physical comedy from Fraser as he uncomfortably tries to be inobtrusive) a new world of acting opens up. 

Brendan Fraser, Mari Yamamoto, Shannon Mahina Gorman, Takehiro Hira
James Lisle/Searchlight Pictures

A rental service run by Shinji (Takehiro Hira) offers him a gig as a ‘token white guy’ taking on roles in real people’s lives. Need a fake boyfriend, fake boss, fake journalist to prevent embarrassment at social gatherings? Call big Phil. After a stumble playing a groom to a gay bride who is trying to mollify her trad parents, Phillip gets into the swing of turning up into domestic situations and putting his actor training to good use. So he’s easy-breezy when he’s booked to play a fake dad to a young girl, Mia,(Shannon Mahina Gorman) whose single mum thinks having two parents will go over better for a posh school application. Mia isn’t told of the ruse, she thinks Phillip is her real father, returned after an absence and, after a bumpy start, the duo start to gel. What could possibly go wrong?

Brendan Fraser, Mari Yamamoto, Shannon Mahina Gorman, Takehiro Hira
James Lisle/Searchlight Pictures

Following a well-worn arc, this gentle comedy-drama may not surprise, but that it moves nonetheless is down to Fraser’s delightful screen presence. Whether squashed into the Japanese metro or watching the lives of his neighbours from his apartment window, Fraser exudes a forlorn yearning and optimism for connection that is immediately endearing. When he arrives in his clients’ lives he is respectful, engaged, gentle – less a conman than a guardian angel, his good intentions shining from his open face. And when he begins to bond with Mia, Phillip’s own childhood is revealed, adding emotional depth to a trope as old as Chaplin’s The Kid. Plus, in terms of travel porn, Rental Family makes Japan look beguiling; from a cosy izakaya and a quirky cat festival to Tokyo twinkling neon at night, to karaoke bars and lush green forests. It’s a trip worth taking.

Brendan Fraser, Mari Yamamoto, Shannon Mahina Gorman, Takehiro Hira
James Lisle/Searchlight Pictures

Pictures courtesy of Searchlight Pictures
Rental Family is in cinemas now

January 9, 2026

Chloé Zhao, Jessie Buckley, Joe Alwyn, Paul Mescal, Zac Wishart

Words by JANE CROWTHER


It’s a matter of common knowledge that Shakespeare lost a son, Hamnet, and his subsequent grief informed the crafting of one of his one most celebrated plays delving into sorrow, parenthood and death; Hamlet. The theatrical, narrative and emotionally resonant feat that Chloe Zhao pulls off with Hamnet – blindsiding audiences with devastation despite this prior intel – is uncommon, remarkable.

Chloé Zhao, Jessie Buckley, Joe Alwyn, Paul Mescal, Zac Wishart
Focus Features/Universal Pictures

Adapted by Zhao and Maggie O’Farrell (whose bestseller it is based on), Hamnet charts the romance of the Bard (Paul Mescal) with Agnes (Jessie Buckley) through to their shattering as a family and the premiere performance of Hamlet. While Will is a man of ideas (scraping money together as a teacher while he pens his masterpieces by candlelight at night), Agnes is of the earth – an elemental woman who practices folk magic, wanders the woods in her muddy dress and snoozes in piles of leaves at the foot of mossy, towering oak trees. She burns as brightly as her scarlet gown, a force of nature that knocks Shakespeare off his feet, their hot and fast romance quickly begetting an imminent child and a marriage. Their children are brought up in an atmosphere of love and respect for the earth, closely bonded to each other. Shakespeare travels to London to ply his playwriting, bidding fond farewells to his brood as he commutes (a bittersweet parting moment at a street corner will be recognised by all parents), and the spectre of the plague takes hold.

Death sits alongside family life; is examined when a pet dies, is fought when illness descends. Death destroys and remakes, renders the Shakepeares strangers to each other and also, ultimately, connects them. In exploring the undertow of grief – in a feral howl, in despair, in process and in using it as a tool, Zhao and O’Farrell unpick the universal experience of losing a loved one while also celebrating the power and yes, necessity, of art to reflect, unite and heal.

Chloé Zhao, Jessie Buckley, Joe Alwyn, Paul Mescal, Zac Wishart
Focus Features/Universal Pictures

Key to that transference is the ability of Mescal and Buckley to fully inhabit their characters, convincing immediately of their connection, lust and love – and of their adoration of their onscreen children. Jacobi Jupe (brother of Noah) is astonishing as the boy at the centre of an experience that breaks them; cheeky, sweet, afraid, and vulnerable. The black hole to hell seen at the beginning of the film, the gaping mouth of a dank tunnel in the roots of a tree promises a dark journey of the heart, but even prepared for an emotional assault, what follows is heartbreaking.

Chloé Zhao, Jessie Buckley, Joe Alwyn, Paul Mescal, Zac Wishart
Focus Features/Universal Pictures

Buckley is understandably getting awards heat for her delicate sketching of a woman out of time; both too modern and too grounded in ancient spirituality for Elizabethan life, a ‘witch’ whose ferocious fight for her child is painful and beautiful to watch. Mescal meets her at every step though his role is necessarily more contained, while the Tudor home and village that the couple inhabited (Weobley in Hertfordshire standing in for Stratford) is brought to such visceral life that it seems we can smell the fire smoke and the poultices, taste the food Agnes puts on her heavy wooden table, feel the cool mud splatter in the street. Zhao’s eye for detail and beauty has never been better.

One critic has gone so far as to call Hamnet the ‘greatest film ever made’ and while that description might be up to interpretation of each viewer, what is undeniable is that this is a picture of great humanity, artistry and heart – heavy though it may be.


Pictures courtesy of Focus Features/Universal Pictures
Hamnet is in cinemas now

December 23, 2025

Ella Anderson, Fisher Stevens, Hugh Jackman, Jim Belushi, Kate Hudson, Michael Imperioli, Mustafa Shakir

Words by JANE CROWTHER


The warmth of the real-life story of the Neil Diamond tribute band, Lightning & Thunder (aka Mike and Claire Sardina), gets a jukebox sorta-musical treatment in this sentimental fable of second chances, perseverance and hope. After the challenging year we’ve had with 2025, ringing in ’26 with a bit of ‘Sweet Caroline’ and human kindness might be just the ticket.

Ella Anderson, Fisher Stevens, Hugh Jackman, Jim Belushi, Kate Hudson, Michael Imperioli, Mustafa Shakir
Focus Features/Universal Pictures

For those who didn’t catch the 2008 documentary of the same name, the Sardinas found each other on the Milwaukee tribute circuit, two people who had already been through the ringer but who lived in optimism and joy. We first meet single dad Mike (Hugh Jackman in an alarming wig) as he strums his Neil Diamond anthem at an AA meeting, perennially grateful to have survived the military and alcoholism but still looking for a happily ever after. Mike steps on stage as ‘Lightning’, not exactly a Diamond impersonator, more of a channeller of the songwriter’s music. That’s not a niche that’s working out for him until he meets single mom, Claire (Kate Hudson in an alarming mullet) who does a mean Patsy Cline impression. Sparks fly, music is played and the duo blend their talents, families and possessions as a unique double-act, both on and off stage. 

This should be the second act both players have been hoping for – complete with benediction from Pearl Jam (yes, really) and sell-out shows – but disaster strikes. How unconditional love, resolve and Diamond’s choice back catalogue sustain a family through dark times is how Song Sung Blue earns its emotional resonance. Jackman can of course sing and emote to tear-inducing levels, but twinned with Hudson’s bubbly persona and a bleak narrative arc, he’s perhaps the best he’s ever been in this genre. He embodies optimism, even when it’s hard to find, and his lusty renditions of ‘Forever in Blue Jeans’, ‘Crunchy Granola Suite’ and Diamond’s bonkers ‘Soolaimon’ are a cinematic euphoria shot. Hudson meets him musically and emotionally, delivering a weepie solo of ‘I’ve Been This Way Before’ in a button-pushing moment that is played tonally – like the rest of the movie – with such sweet sincerity that cynicism struggles to have a place. 

Ella Anderson, Fisher Stevens, Hugh Jackman, Jim Belushi, Kate Hudson, Michael Imperioli, Mustafa Shakir
Focus Features/Universal Pictures

If that sounds cheesy it’s because it is. Song Sung Blue (written and directed by Craig Brewer) unapologetically embraces dreamers, rhinestones and yes, the healing power of a banger tune; offering a chorus line of nice, earnest people just struggling to get by. There’s no worldwide fame or cash windfall at stake here; this is a film about the elation of being your true authentic self, of finding your tribe, of getting up when you’re knocked down. It’s a portrait of a small but good life, and the love that sustained it. Sweet, feel-good and positive, it also reminds audiences of how many Diamond songs are on the cultural hard drive. You’ll be adding to your karaoke list post-watch…


Pictures courtesy of Focus Features/Universal Pictures
Song Sung Blue is in cinemas now

December 22, 2025

Timothée Chalamet, Gwyneth Paltrow, Odessa A’zion, Tyler The Creator, Abel Ferrara, Josh Safdie

Words by JANE CROWTHER


Timothée Chalamet has already been testing the tensile nature of likeability with his recent promo stunts for this frantic, nervy sorta-triumph of the underdog story from Josh Safdie. With his viral marketing strategy (blimp, orange, ‘schwep!’) and unapologetic declarations about striving for greatness, Chalamet has been prepping audiences for his turn as fifties New York grifter Marty Mauser, a bombastic motormouth who wants to change his humdrum life as a shoe clerk for fame on the international stage as a table tennis champion. Marty will do anything (and anyone) to get that dream; his childhood married sweetheart (Odessa A’zion) or the movie star wife of a prospective sponsor (Gwyneth Paltrow), leading his bestie (Tyler, The Creator) into danger or pissing off a mobster (Abel Ferrara) with a beloved dog. His exploits leave him running as fast as his mouth, always one dollar away from triumph or disaster.

Timothée Chalamet, Gwyneth Paltrow, Odessa A’zion, Tyler The Creator, Abel Ferrara, Josh Safdie
A24/Central Pictures

Written by Safdie and Ronald Bronstein and loosely inspired by real-life table tennis star Marty Reisman, Marty Supreme is a tale of America, of ambition, of audacity, of balls – orange ping pongs and the cajones required to con. As Marty races through Manhattan streets, to London (where he represents the USA on a shoestring), to dangerous New Jersey hinterlands and onward to Japan for an all-on-the-line bout, the film unpacks the psyche of a winner… who actually doesn’t win anything. Marty is a mythomanic whose tenacity and self-belief moulds reality, his want naked and feral. Modern parallels can be drawn between American foreign policy, the prostrating of contestants on talent shows telling judges they’ll ‘give it 110 percent’, the performative nature of social media existence. 

Timothée Chalamet, Gwyneth Paltrow, Odessa A’zion, Tyler The Creator, Abel Ferrara, Josh Safdie
A24/Central Pictures

Marty isn’t ethical or good, but he’s multi-dimensional and magnetic – whether he’s falling through a ceiling in a bath or acing a ping pong into a fruit bowl. There’s something to admire in his endless drive for success despite the odds being stacked against him. Much of that charm is down to Chalamet’s ballsy and unapologetic performance, rattling through the picture like a live wire, his activities soundtracked by anachronistic needle drops. The more Marty fails, the harder he tries, the more sure of his eminence he becomes. The verve and swagger of the kid is hypnotic, impressive. 

Timothée Chalamet, Gwyneth Paltrow, Odessa A’zion, Tyler The Creator, Abel Ferrara, Josh Safdie
A24/Central Pictures

Directed with kinetic energy by Safdie, watching Marty Supreme is like playing one of the matches so entertainingly essayed in the film. When the lights go up, the feeling is one of exhaustion and relief. And of certainty; that this is Chalamet’s best work of his career, that he is pursuing greatness as fervently as Marty. It is award-winning stuff and worthy of a big orange blimp. Schwep!

Timothée Chalamet, Gwyneth Paltrow, Odessa A’zion, Tyler The Creator, Abel Ferrara, Josh Safdie
A24/Central Pictures

Pictures courtesy of A24/Central Pictures
Marty Supreme is in cinemas now

December 19, 2025

Sydney Sweeney, Amanda Seyfried, Brandon Sklenar, Paul Feig

Words by JANE CROWTHER


Who wears a push up bra to bed? If you wore exclusively white, wouldn’t there be a lot of laundry? Does liking Barry Lyndon make you a monster? Questions you will ask while watching Paul Feig’s knowing, horny, beach read of a movie that zips along breathlessly but leaves gaping holes in logic if you really think about it. That is not to say it’s bad – this is the sort of bonkbuster thrill-ride you’d consume on a sun lounger and feel satiated without ever declaring it a work of art.

Sydney Sweeney, Amanda Seyfried, Brandon Sklenar, Paul Feig
Daniel McFadden/Lionsgate

The set-up: Ex-con Millie (Sydney Sweeney) needs a job and interviews as a housekeeper for the picture-perfect, wealthy Winchesters; cream cashmere-clad wife, Nina (Amanda Seyfried) and hunky hubby Andrew (Brandon Sklenar). Miraculously, Millie gets the gig – which fulfils her parole conditions and provides a home. But within days Nina has turned from calm delight to feral psycho, while Andrew simmers with disapproval, regret and a propensity to lurk around the house in a white vest that shows off his guns. So far, so Jane Eyre

Sydney Sweeney, Amanda Seyfried, Brandon Sklenar, Paul Feig
Daniel McFadden/Lionsgate

What is really going on in the Winchesters’ dynamic? Who is a reliable narrator? Why does the window not open in the housemaid’s room? How does Millie have this many Abercrombie & Fitch saucy-student outfits in her bag of meagre possessions? Why does the gardener look like a dancer from a Magic Mike show? As Nina turns to shrieking hysteria, Millie and Andrew start flirting over Junior Mints in the den and things flip to ‘thriller’ in ways that are easily pre-plotted by aficionados of the genre.

Sydney Sweeney, Amanda Seyfried, Brandon Sklenar, Paul Feig
Daniel McFadden/Lionsgate

But sometimes, that’s exactly what you want. With dialogue that is knowingly camp, sex scenes that tap into Mills & Boon tropes and a performance by Seyfried that feels designed to let you in on the secret while Sweeney flaunts, The Housemaid is a wilfully trashy ride that should be enjoyed with a beverage and a side of self-awareness. The only trigger warning is to not watch if you like china sets or dentistry.

Sydney Sweeney, Amanda Seyfried, Brandon Sklenar, Paul Feig
Daniel McFadden/Lionsgate

Pictures courtesy of Lionsgate
The Housemaid is in cinemas now

December 15, 2025

Beastie Boys, Elvis, La La Land, Los Angeles, Mark Read, Swingers, The Formosa Cafe

Photographs MARK READ
Words by JANE CROWTHER


A La-La Land fixture since the ’30s, this trolley-car bar has entertained The Duke, The King and The Chairman among a constellation of stars who have dropped by for a Mai Tai and a bite. It has featured in movies, songs and legends, dodged the wrecking ball and continues to provide old Hollywood glamour and gossip from its rouge embrace. Hollywood Authentic invites you to meet us at The Formosa…

Beastie Boys, Elvis, La La Land, Los Angeles, Mark Read, Swingers, The Formosa Cafe

First opened in 1939 across the road from the Samuel Goldwyn Studio lot, the Formosa Cafe has been the site of whispered secrets and Hollywood tales ever since. The 1917 Hampton Studios, 1920s Pickford-Fairbanks Studio and the fledgling United Artists, plus the Warner Hollywood Studios all sat at the corner of Formosa and Santa Monica Boulevard at various times over the decades. The stars of productions looking for a quick bite and drink – off-site and away from the commissary – would pop across the street to sink into the deep, red vinyl booths and speakeasy atmosphere of the Formosa. The sign on the bar, ‘Where the stars dine’, isn’t an empty boast. Regular John Wayne got so sloshed one night he slept off his whiskey in the bar and was found making scrambled eggs for breakfast in the kitchen the next morning. Marilyn Monroe has sipped at the storied watering hole, as has Howard Hughes, while juggling screenings across the street and dates at his table. While making films in town, Elvis Presley used to rock up to meet Colonel Tom Parker in his favourite booth (his liquor decanters are on show in the bar now), and he once turned up with a new Cadillac for a waitress who his party had forgotten to tip. His daughter, Lisa Marie, continued the tradition and hosted a posthumous 88th birthday party for her father in the cafe days before she died in 2022. 

Beastie Boys, Elvis, La La Land, Los Angeles, Mark Read, Swingers, The Formosa Cafe
Beastie Boys, Elvis, La La Land, Los Angeles, Mark Read, Swingers, The Formosa Cafe

The sign on the bar, ‘Where the stars dine’, isn’t an empty boast. Regular John Wayne got so sloshed one night he slept off his whiskey in the bar and was found making scrambled eggs for breakfast in the kitchen the next morning

Mobster Bugsy Siegel used a booth so often the restaurant was referred to as his ‘office’ and he had a secret safe installed at his table for sneaky cash transactions, which is still visible through a glass pane in the floor. Frank Sinatra, James Dean, Humphrey Bogart and Ava Gardner frequented the venue for its discretion, dim lighting, cosy vibes and killer cocktails. Little wonder that it featured in a key scene in Curtis Hanson’s love letter to cinema’s Golden Age, LA Confidential, when LAPD detectives (Guy Pearce and Kevin Spacey) offend Lana Turner by interrupting her dinner and assuming she is a sex worker. In The Majestic, it stood in for the fictional Coco Bongo bar on Santa Monica Pier, and of course such a vintage hangout would be an onscreen haunt for old-school Hollywood fans Jon Favreau and Vince Vaughn in Swingers

Beastie Boys, Elvis, La La Land, Los Angeles, Mark Read, Swingers, The Formosa Cafe

For almost as long as movies have been the industry of Los Angeles, a restaurant has sat on this site. Established in 1925 as the Red Post Cafe, the business was expanded with a decommissioned 1904 red trolley car and a partnership with chef-turned-restauranteur Lem Quon (and stayed in the Quon family for decades). The trolley car remained, Chinese food went on the menu and the Formosa asked many of its famous clients to autograph their headshots as they draped over the bar. Those 8x10s lined the walls for years, looking down on the swirling cigarette smoke and hushed conversations through to the threat of demolition in 1991. When longtime patron Bono heard his favourite cocktail lounge might shut down, he scribbled a poem on a drinks coaster:

 … It’s dark in the daylight,
you can’t see very far

Past the ghosts of Sam Goldwyn
in the old train car.

Jane Russell was there,
and so was Monroe

When James Dean told the
“Rock” where to go

Hey, Elvis is dead but he haunts
the PagodaIt’s on Santa Monica,
it’s called Formosa.

Beastie Boys, Elvis, La La Land, Los Angeles, Mark Read, Swingers, The Formosa Cafe
Beastie Boys, Elvis, La La Land, Los Angeles, Mark Read, Swingers, The Formosa Cafe

The Formosa survived, with fans including the Beastie Boys, until an unpopular remodelling in 2015 when the vibrant lacquered walls, pagoda lanterns and buddha statues were ripped out for a more modern look. Later, as it seemed that the ghosts of Hollywood might be lost along with a legendary haunt, preservationists and the 1933 Group moved in to save and restore the grand dame. 

Consulting old photographs for veracity, the team painstakingly replaced all the fitting and ephemera as it was (dusting off in-storage items, re-purchasing sold property), and worked on a new bar area and the refurbishment of the 36-seater, 800-series Pacific Electric trolley car – which is now the oldest surviving model of its kind. The careful $2.4 million restoration replaced trolley parts and uncovered new glass – and allowed the small room at the back of the car, which was formerly Siegel and then later mobster Mickey Cohen’s private office, to shine. Now it’s a cosy VIP dining space for up to 20 people with its own separate entrance and a vintage rotary phone to make orders directly to the bar. It was also here during the recent Presley birthday celebrations that Elvis’ prized possessions were displayed for guests (his gem-encrusted ‘TCB’ ring, Aloha Hawaii cape and silver Vegas belt among the treasures) after being flown in with the curator via private jet direct from Graceland. The vibe of both kingpins and the king reside here.

Beastie Boys, Elvis, La La Land, Los Angeles, Mark Read, Swingers, The Formosa Cafe

Wanting to honour the heritage of the place, a back dining room was created where the smoking patio used to be, with an ornate bar formerly from Chinatown’s famous Yee Mee Loo restaurant. The Yee Mee Loo was a similar time capsule, with an underground Tiki joint called the Kwan Yin Temple serving lurid drinks, decorated with a clock that ran backwards and a bar that was a prop altar used in the 1937 movie The Good Earth. The bar had been in a Glendale restaurant and then a private home’s lounge before the 1933 Group found it and relocated it. The tiles on the pagoda roof of the whimsical bar were created by Warner Bros Design Studio – a fitting link to the company’s old-time links to the bar as former neighbours. The dining space alongside it is now decorated with vintage photos, lobby cards and promo material of trailblazing Asian actors who made their mark on Hollywood, in theatre and in TV and radio, curated by filmmaker Arthur Dong. 

Beastie Boys, Elvis, La La Land, Los Angeles, Mark Read, Swingers, The Formosa Cafe
Beastie Boys, Elvis, La La Land, Los Angeles, Mark Read, Swingers, The Formosa Cafe
Beastie Boys, Elvis, La La Land, Los Angeles, Mark Read, Swingers, The Formosa Cafe

These days, the Yee Mee Loo bar and the original brass-topped bar – which gleams like a polished Buick – are linked by the same terrazzo floor slabs that line the Hollywood Boulevard Walk of Fame. Famous names once again stare down from the reinstated headshots on the walls and identify the coveted booth seating (take a pew at the Ava Gardner, the Elvis or the John Wayne); the cocktail list is a book of talent favourites. The Duke’s ‘All Nighter’ (Milagro Blanco Tequila, RumChata, Fair Goji Liqueur, passionfruit and lime) sits alongside the bar’s famous Mai Tais and Blood and Sand concoctions. Drink a couple of those and you may well feel you’ve travelled to another time – or dimension; apparently the ghost of a gentleman sits in booth eight and can only be seen through the reflection in the bar’s overhead mirror… 

Beastie Boys, Elvis, La La Land, Los Angeles, Mark Read, Swingers, The Formosa Cafe

Photographs by MARK READ
Words by JANE CROWTHER
7156 Santa Monica Blvd, West Hollywood, Los Angeles, CA 90046
www.theformosacafe.com

Words by CLINT BENTLEY 


Co-writer and director of Train Dreams, Clint Bentley, celebrates an American New Wave movie that showcases a beautiful paradox and resonates through the decades.

ONE FLEW OVER THE CUCKOO’S NEST (1975)
One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest was the first film that really changed me. I probably saw it way too young – in seventh grade – about 12 years old – but that’s also part of why it was so impactful. I was having a terrible time in school: bullied, feeling out of place, learning for the first time that the world was not inherently fair. Then I saw Nicholson try to rip a sink out of the floor to throw it through a window and escape his confinement. And in that moment I was saved. I’ve carried that moment, along with the rest of this incredible film, with me ever since.

Jack Nicholson, Louise Fletcher, Michael Berryman, Milos Forman
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I grew up on a ranch in Florida. We only had three TV channels and so I watched a ton of movies, mostly with my mom. She loved American movies from the ’60s and ’70s and so that’s what I loved, too. Movies taught me about life. Steve McQueen, Clint Eastwood, Jack Nicholson – watching these men struggle helped me navigate those years. When I first watched Cuckoo’s Nest, I was moved so deeply by McMurphy – in a position where everything is stacked against him, but never losing his spirit. Never letting go of his passion for life. It opened me up as a person and, looking back, it set the tone for the types of films I one day hoped to create. There’s a deep humanism that runs through the film. A love and an understanding for its characters who are all trapped in an oppressive system. The older I get, the more that resonates with me.

Jack Nicholson, Louise Fletcher, Michael Berryman, Milos Forman
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The craft of the film is also so striking and so beautiful. It’s amazing to see how Milos Forman achieves this magical combination of intention and openness. It’s a beautifully written script that’s always taking the audience somewhere, yet so gently that many moments feel totally improvised. As if a camera just happened to be there when something happened. I know now what a rare and difficult balance it is to strike as I’m constantly trying to find it as a filmmaker. I’ve been so inspired by this approach. Of trying to create what might be closer to a theatre troupe and letting scenes play out before a camera in hopes that we might achieve the feeling of life, with all of its beauty and surprises. When you get lucky enough to find that balance, some magic happens. Moments appear that you never would have been able to dream up. Moments that come to define your movie. The whole film comes to life and you feel more like you’re discovering it rather than creating it.

Cuckoo’s Nest is also a film that allows itself to make mistakes. There are moments that I think the film could probably have been fine without – moments that, in and of themselves, you might not have missed had they been left on the cutting room floor. And yet that shagginess is part of what makes the film so lovely. It helps give it its personality. Like the characters in the film itself, its ‘flaws’ are part of what helps reveal its spirit.

Jack Nicholson, Louise Fletcher, Michael Berryman, Milos Forman
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In a movie full of unforgettable moments, one scene that has always stayed with me is the baseball game scene. Nurse Ratched (the incomparable Louise Fletcher) won’t let the guys watch a baseball game on TV. So McMurphy, in an act of defiance, pretends that he’s watching the game, acting it out for the guys. What starts out as something juvenile and a bit silly slowly takes on more resonance and depth. The other patients start to gather around him and he narrates the imaginary action with such conviction (yelling over the piped-in ‘calming’ music, no less) that these lost and bullied men momentarily believe in the game. They get lost in the performance and, more movingly – for this moment at least – they’re free. It’s an incredible performance from Nicholson, in the midst of a company of amazing performances. But more deeply, it’s a moment of rebellion and solidarity. A moment that illuminates the power of imagination. Of play. Of making art in dark times. It shows the power of art to foster resilience, endurance and to even be a protest in its own way.

Jack Nicholson, Louise Fletcher, Michael Berryman, Milos Forman
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There’s a melancholy to Forman’s film. It’s not only inherent in the story, but it suffuses through the filmmaking itself. From the look of the cinematography to the strange, haunting score that always seems to wander in from around the corner. And yet hand-in-hand with that melancholy is a deep love and appreciation for life. I leave this film and I’m just very thankful to be alive, to be able to walk around. It reminds you to revel in the little moments. Having a beer at a baseball game. Going out to meet a friend. It reminds you what a blessing it is just to be alive.

Jack Nicholson, Louise Fletcher, Michael Berryman, Milos Forman
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A more recent inspiration from this film came when considering how to approach an adaptation of a piece of literature – especially one as iconic and beloved as Train Dreams. Having just adapted this novella, I now know the responsibility and the fear inherent in the task. It’s a delicate process. The film must be able to stand on its own, whether the audience has read the book or not. One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest releases itself from the source material while always honoring its spirit. Despite the liberties taken with the text (and despite Ken Kesey’s hatred of the film), it’s hard not to see the reverence that Forman had for the source material and for what it could communicate about the human spirit.

Jack Nicholson, Louise Fletcher, Michael Berryman, Milos Forman
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The ending of the film still bowls me over every time I see it. The way tragedy and triumph somehow exist in the same moment. The element of rebirth inherent in the story. It’s a catharsis I still get shaken by every time I experience the film. One of the beautiful aspects of great art is that it can give us this emotional release. It seems to be something we’ve needed as long as we’ve been human – from the early tribal ceremonial experiences, up through Ancient Greek theatre, into today where most of us get it in the cinema (I’m sure there will be some other unimagined form one day). It’s a rare and special thing when a film can pull us into a story, take us on a deep emotional journey and, in the process, transform us. The pieces of art that achieve this resonance and depth become timeless. We hold onto them. It’s why we still read Don Quixote. It’s why this film will never go out of style. Despite moments that end up feeling dated or from another time, there’s a universality that we hold onto. Something that we’ll return to over and over to help us get through the dark times, whatever form they may take. 


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One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest (1975) received critical acclaim, and is considered by critics and audiences to be one of the greatest films ever made.

Train Dreams is streaming now on Netflix