February 10, 2025

Anne Bancroft, Audrey Hepburn, Bob Willoughby, Dorothy Dandridge, Dustin Hoffman, Elvis, Gary Oldman, Gisele Schmidt, Rock Hudson, Shirley MacLaine, Sophia Loren

Photographs by MARY ELLEN MARK
Words by GISELE SCHMIDT & GARY OLDMAN


Hollywood Authentic’s photography correspondents Gary Oldman and Gisele Schmidt look at the work of an outsider who innovated technique and equipment for on-set photography and whose Elvis and Sophia pictures cemented a personal relationship.

Christmas is my favourite time of the year – not because I relish getting gifts but because I love giving them. I’m a planner. I don’t wait for the last minute to start shopping; it’s a carefully thought-out process and, at times, arranged weeks, even months, ahead of time. My ears always perk up when family and friends mention they like something, or are nostalgic about some memory from their childhood, or have a specific interest/hobby, or that they should have gotten this, that and the other thing. I file it away in the back of my mind and when the opportunity arises, I do my utmost to select that ‘perfect’ gift. Gary nicknamed me ‘The Finder of Rare Things’ – a title I wear very proudly.  However, the rarest gift I have ever found is him.  

Bob Willoughby, Elvis, Gary Oldman, Gisele Schmidt
Elvis and Sophia Loren by Bob Willoughby

Our first Christmas many moons ago was filled with many ‘firsts’. It was the first holiday my son, William, would not be with me as it was his father’s ‘turn’; it was the first holiday I would be staying with Gary and spending time with his sons, Gulley and Charlie; and it was just around the time we admitted to each
other that we were no longer just dating. In a nutshell, it was a highly emotional time. I was heartbroken that William would not be with us but recognised that this provided me a chance for two of Gary’s boys to get to know me a little better, and for them to begin to understand how much I cared for, appreciated and understood their dad. But how does one do all of that in a gift?  I owe it all to the late, great Bob Willoughby. 

My mom in her 20s was a knockout. No joke, a cross between Sophia Loren and Ingrid Bergman – don’t believe me? I’ve got pictures to prove it, but I digress. She is a huge Elvis fan; so, naturally I grew up listening to his albums and watching his films. When I was selecting images for a Bob Willoughby exhibition, I instinctively chose his photograph of Elvis Presley and Sophia Loren at the Paramount Commissary in 1958. I never had the opportunity to talk with Bob about his photography as he had passed away in 2009, but his son Christopher would regale me with many a tale: Bob was with Sophia and they were seated having lunch when all of a sudden Sophia jumped to her feet having spotted Elvis walking through. Bob believed they had never met before but somehow in moments, she was sitting on his lap tousling his hair telling him how much she loved his music! The incident was over as quickly as it had transpired, but luckily Bob was there and caught every frame of it. The sequence is quite special but the standout for me is featured here – though Elvis is not looking, we know exactly who he is and the smile on Sophia, that’s unabashed joy. Perfection.  

Gary visited the gallery many times and he would always eye this photograph; however, he was always hesitant to get it for himself. As if the joy expressed within the image was something he didn’t deserve or hadn’t yet found. All the photographs he had acquired were rather ‘work related’. Directors directing, actors acting, or a quiet moment on set. This photograph was so much more than that. It was spontaneous, intimate, and the captured act was one for one’s own enjoyment. Sophia loved Elvis and she saw an opportunity to tell him so. And this was mine. I was greeted with that same smile when he unwrapped his gift of these shots, and I am greeted with that same smile every morning when he brings me coffee in bed. 

Bob Willoughby was the original ‘outsider’ in the genre of the motion picture still. He was the first photojournalist hired by the major studios to take photographs – a liaison between the filmmakers and the leading magazines of the time. He could be shooting for seven different publications but know exactly what each one needed in terms of editorial content and design layout while capturing what was essential to each film. But it didn’t even stop there; he was an innovator, too. He created the silent blimp for 35mm still cameras – a covering that was placed over the camera to minimise the sound of the shutter, making it less distracting for the actors and avoiding detection by the film sound department. He was the only photographer who used radio-controlled cameras that would give him coverage when it was physically impossible to fit in on set or be present for action shots. And he also devised special brackets that could mount his cameras above the Panavision cinema cameras, providing unprecedented vantage points. 

Anne Bancroft, Audrey Hepburn, Bob Willoughby, Dorothy Dandridge, Dustin Hoffman, Elvis, Gary Oldman, Gisele Schmidt, Rock Hudson, Shirley MacLaine, Sophia Loren
Dorothy Dandridge by Bob Willoughby
Anne Bancroft, Audrey Hepburn, Bob Willoughby, Dorothy Dandridge, Dustin Hoffman, Elvis, Gary Oldman, Gisele Schmidt, Rock Hudson, Shirley MacLaine, Sophia Loren
Shirley MacLaine by Bob Willoughby

Dorothy Dandridge was famously quoted saying, ‘I have always been a rebel, an outsider.’ I believe that’s why Bob and Dorothy had mutual respect on the set of Otto Preminger’s film, Carmen Jones, for which she became the first Black woman to be nominated for a Best Actress Oscar. Bob photographed Dorothy taking a break while seated on an apple box. Dorothy focused likely on some directorial notes being spoken by Preminger; it is understandable how Bob’s lens would rather be turned to her, the real star of the production. 

Willoughby studied film at the University of Southern California. His photographs show an understanding of the filmmaking process, the responsibilities of the cast and crew to generate a particular scene, and the dedication it takes to get it all right.  Bob’s photograph of Shirley MacLaine on the set of the film Can Can encapsulates these elements of repose and high drama by featuring the actors and directors simultaneously on and off set with the use of a mirror.

When I photograph on set, I do love to snap images in the quiet moments. Finding an actor or crew member when they least expect it or are in preparation for the next scene. The fascination comes from the admiration that they do or understand something beyond my own purview. It’s partly awe and curiosity. Willoughby, of course, was on assignment and had the opportunity to accompany them beyond the limits of set and we are ever grateful for his end results…

Anne Bancroft, Audrey Hepburn, Bob Willoughby, Dorothy Dandridge, Dustin Hoffman, Elvis, Gary Oldman, Gisele Schmidt, Rock Hudson, Shirley MacLaine, Sophia Loren
Rock Hudson by Bob Willoughby

Rock Hudson was filming A Farewell to Arms in Grado, Northern Italy.  Having an opportunity between scenes to return to his portable dressing room to finish a letter, Bob shot the extraordinary image of all the local ladies peering in to get a glimpse of their favourite actor!

Months before filming began on Green Mansions, Audrey Hepburn was given a young fawn so that it would become comfortable around her. Audrey named the fawn Ip and had such fondness for the little creature that, to the chagrin of her dog, Famous, it ended up living with them. Ip followed Audrey everywhere, even shopping in Beverly Hills.

Anne Bancroft, Audrey Hepburn, Bob Willoughby, Dorothy Dandridge, Dustin Hoffman, Elvis, Gary Oldman, Gisele Schmidt, Rock Hudson, Shirley MacLaine, Sophia Loren
Audrey Hepburn and Ip by Bob Willoughby

Willoughby’s photographs on and off set are extraordinary, but the epitome of his brilliance in taking an image that represents the ‘soul’ of a film is none other than that of Anne Bancroft and Dustin Hoffman on a specially constructed set at Paramount during the filming of The Graduate, 1967.  There are many iconic images from the set: Dustin hiding in his room, Katharine Ross and Dustin running from the church at the end of the film… But my favourite piece of trivia is that when Bob came to set and was introduced to the cast, including a young New York actor doing his first film, Bob asked, ‘Dusty?’  Whereupon he was given a strange look. ‘Your mother is Lillian and your father is Harry and you have a brother named Ronald?’ Dustin responded, ‘Ok, ok. How do you know all of this?’ Bob responded, with what I can only imagine was a huge smile, ‘I used to live upstairs in the same house on Orange Drive, I used to babysit you.’ It may be a small world, but life on set is never dull. 


Photographs by BOB WILLOUGHBY
Words by GISELE SCHMIDT & GARY OLDMAN
Photographs courtesy of MPTV Images. Learn more willoughbyphotos.com

February 10, 2025

diamonds are forever, elrod house, john lautner, palm springs

Photographs by KATE MARTIN
Words by JANE CROWTHER


Lautner’s bold structure in Palm Springs starred in Diamonds Are Forever (1971) and still shines as an architectural gem. Hollywood Authentic is dazzled by the Elrod House.

If one thinks of an archetypal Bond villain lair, architect John Lautner’s 1968 concrete masterpiece – built among boulders and perched on a hilltop – is probably exactly what comes to mind. It may not have a launch pad for a space ship, sharks in the pool or a secret escape tunnel, but stepping inside the stark rooms with clean lines, desert views for miles and a crescent swimming pool seemingly balanced on a slope, it’s easy to see why it was cast as Willard Whyte’s home in Sean Connery’s 1971 outing as 007. 

diamonds are forever, elrod house, john lautner, palm springs

In Diamonds Are Forever, Bond is on the trail of a precious stones smuggling ring, which leads him to Las Vegas and billionaire Willard Whyte. After being left to die in the desert, the British spy turns up at Whyte’s futuristic house, sauntering up the drive and slipping through the copper gate and the glass door to be confronted by bikini-clad henchwomen, Bambi (Lola Larson) and Thumper (Trina Parks). Their athletic skirmish, which ends with a dunk in that pool, shows off the house in all its glory. Bambi is first seen lounging in a chair in the cathedral-like domed lounge, while Thumper reclines on an in-room rock formation – bringing the outside inside, as was Lautner’s intention. Their cartwheeling, chandelier-swinging assault on the gentleman spy gives viewers a good look at the impressive design.

diamonds are forever, elrod house, john lautner, palm springs

Elevated above Palm Springs and overlooking the Coachella Valley, the building sits in the Araby Cove neighbourhood and was commissioned by interior designer Arthur Elrod, who furnished the house himself on its completion in 1968. Lautner was the son of parents interested in design (their own home featured in American Architect magazine) and was a former apprentice of Frank Lloyd Wright – who designed the Marin County Civic Centre, which Hollywood Authentic lauded in issue 7. When Lautner launched his own firm, he became a leading light in Californian Modernism, designing striking homes that became famous in their own right. With their unique profiles and flowing spaces, Lautner’s builds were instantly recognisable as his work and ideal for cinematography. The Garcia House on Mulholland Drive seems to float on posts over Hollywood and was famously used in Lethal Weapon 2 as the home Riggs pulls down the canyon with his truck; while George’s covetable mid-century love-nest in A Single Man was the wooden Schaffer House in Glendale. The floating spaceship only reached by funicular in Body Double? Lautner’s famed 1960 Chemosphere in the San Fernando Valley. And his Sheats-Goldstein Residence in the Hollywood Hills has featured in numerous music videos and movies, most notable as the porn king’s house that ‘The Dude’ is abducted to in The Big Lebowski. ‘Quite a pad you got here,’ the Dude notes. Quite so.

diamonds are forever, elrod house, john lautner, palm springs
diamonds are forever, elrod house, john lautner, palm springs

The Elrod House is certainly worthy of the descriptor ‘pad’ – Playboy magazine’s November 1971 issue ran an approving feature on it called ‘Pleasure On The Rocks’. Lautner’s vision for The Elrod House was organic architecture – incorporating the landscape in the design; making use of the rock formations around the house by integrating them into walls and pockets between rooms. Fanning the house out from the main-event circular living room, Lautner conceived a 60 foot-diameter circular space under a wheel-like roof of alternating glass and concrete slabs. Floor-to-ceiling windows allowed a 180 degree view, the retractible glass pulling back to allow the line between exterior and interior to blur, the pool to become part of the entertaining area (and in Bambi and Thumper’s case, a place to dive into). A set of steps hugged the outside of the pool to transport residents to other levels of the house.

Radiating for this social hub are five bedrooms, five-and-a-half bathrooms, kitchen and ancillary rooms, two-bed guesthouse, staff quarters and a gym with breath-snatching views across to the mountains of San Jacinto and San Gorgonio. The house’s surroundings encroach in all the spaces: Thumper’s lounging rock pushes up through the sitting-room floor like a mini version of the horizon out of the windows; the master bedroom is akin to sleeping in a cave. And next to the sunken bath, a rocky outcrop starts outside the window and continues through the glass to touch the marble tub. Succulents and cacti grow within and without. 

diamonds are forever, elrod house, john lautner, palm springs

The architect’s interest in reflecting nature in design was born when he helped his father build a cabin on Lake Superior in his home state of Michigan as a 12 year-old. He moved to California to work with Lloyd Wright and was inspired by the SoCal environment, his work irrevocably linked to the image of a palm tree, cactus and bleaching California sun. His pads were so desirable that the ultimate showman, Bob Hope, also commissioned him to create a lair for him in 1969 – an iconic building close to the Elrod House that shares similar lines and ambition. Both venues now feature as part of Palm Springs’ annual Modernism Week – a celebration of mid-century architecture, design and culture. Architectural diamonds truly are forever.  


Photographs by KATE MARTIN
Words by JANE CROWTHER
Learn more about John Lautner at www.johnlautner.org

February 7, 2025

brian tyree henry, rachel morrison, ryan destiny, the fire inside

Words by JANE CROWTHER


At this time of year, cinema is an embarrassment of riches – the films that could have been contenders on the Oscars run jostle for position with those that made the golden nominee enclosure. In another year, The Fire Inside, a plucky boxing biopic, might have been included in awards conversations – most particularly for Brian Tyree Henry’s multi-dimensional performance as a coach.

Charting the climb of Claressa ‘T-Rex’ Shields, a determined young Black teen from Flint, Michigan, who took herself to the 2012 Olympics and astonished her opponents and the boxing community, The Fire Inside is both a classic sports flick and a story of female emancipation. As written by Barry Jenkins and directed by cinematographer Rachel Morrison (who lensed Creed), it not only tells that underdog story but provides nuance and lived-in detail to Clarissa’s struggle that wasn’t just competitive, but influenced by race, gender, geography and economics.

brian tyree henry, rachel morrison, ryan destiny, the fire inside
Amazon MGM Studios

An impoverished girl growing up hungry and caring for her siblings while her single mom parties, Clarissa (played with steely gumption by Ryan Destiny) doesn’t have many options in dilapidated Flint. But she turns up at the boxing gym of Jason (Henry), a guy who teaches the neighbourhood boys to spar when he’s not a telephone engineer. Clarissa’s diligence and Jason’s care forms her into a champ, one who could fight for America at a global level, as well as inspire other hungry overlooked girls. 

Jenkins’ screenplay gives space for Clarissa to have agency not only in fighting against older, more experienced opponents but in questioning sports funding (white competitors who wear makeup and cute outfits get sponsorship and endorsements, male athletes get more deals than female) as well as the importance of financial compensation for talent. She can win gold but she needs more than praise to feed her siblings, telling her boyfriend bluntly that ‘money IS recognition’. At the same time, Jenkins expands the roles of those around this champ; her mother is a mess of contradictions, her coach isn’t merely a hardass. 

brian tyree henry, rachel morrison, ryan destiny, the fire inside
Amazon MGM Studios

Coach Jason, in the hands of Henry, is a warm, kind man who sees the opportunity sport presents to Clarissa and, without fanfare, does everything in his limited power to make it happen for her. That means taking on a fatherly, protective role and also stepping away when he needs to. In another, less crowded, year Henry would surely be planning his tux for Oscar night. As the two go for a second Olympic triumph, we see the cost of fighting for first when it’s not rewarded and the pressure on a teenager when she could be the ‘golden girl’ in every way. And though it ticks the sports movie bingo card (jogging in snowy streets, nailbiting matches, the threat of a fierce competitor), The Fire Inside succeeds in being about so much more – and reflecting audience real-life experience back at them.

brian tyree henry, rachel morrison, ryan destiny, the fire inside
Amazon MGM Studios

Words by JANE CROWTHER
Pictures courtesy of Amazon MGM Studios
The Fire Inside is in cinemas now

January 31, 2025

Harvey Guillén, Jack Quaid, Lukas Gage, Sophie Thatcher

Words by JANE CROWTHER


When we first meet Iris (Heretic’s Sophie Thatcher) she’s narrating a voiceover telling us about two epiphanies she’s recently had: one when she met her boyfriend Josh (Jack Quaid) during a meet-cute in a supermarket and another… well, that would be telling. Her second moment of truth comes when she and Josh take their robo-car to a luxury lakehouse in upstate New York for a weekend with friends. A tremulous woman with a candy-coloured kitsch wardrobe and cute retro headbands (kinda like a Stepford Wife, wink), Iris only has eyes for Josh. But when the wealthy owner of the lakehouse, Russian possible-mobster Sergey (Rupert Friend, pocketing scenes with a florid accent and mullet), tries to force himself on her, Iris sees red. The people pleasing demeanour gives way to rage, revenge, self-preservation: a new survival mode, if you will. Which is news to Iris, because – in a plot beat unconcealed by posters and trailer – she doesn’t realise that she is in fact a ‘companion’ robot and not a real girl. Now that Iris is off-programme and best laid plans have skittered into chaos, just how much damage can be done when your AI goes rogue? 

Harvey Guillén, Jack Quaid, Lukas Gage, Sophie Thatcher
Warner Bros. Pictures
Harvey Guillén, Jack Quaid, Lukas Gage, Sophie Thatcher
Warner Bros. Pictures

To say more, is to spoil the cheeky twists in a brisk, fun comi-horror about misogyny, tech fear and the salutary lessons of reading the small print. Once past the scene setting and narrative rules (Iris can’t lie, can be factory reset, is controlled by a phone app), Companion gets into its algorithm stride like a gen Z Ex Machina. The former good girl must fight her for her life as the friendship group unravels with the lure of money and Josh tries to control his fembot. That prompts jokes and jabs at incel culture, entitlement and the whining of a young, white man moaning that life is so unfair for him. Quaid treads a nice line between charming/charmless that he previously essayed successfully in Scream, while Thatcher aces the evolution of a naif to ninja. Lukas Gage and Harvey Guillén also bring sweet comic relief as a gay couple with a power imbalance.

Fast and loose – put any pressure on post-screening plot analysis and the wheels come off – Companion is a popcorn treat not designed to live long in the imagination once consumed. It’s not likely to instigate behavioural change, but it will entertain on a night at the flicks. Just turn your phone off…

Harvey Guillén, Jack Quaid, Lukas Gage, Sophie Thatcher
Warner Bros. Pictures

Words by JANE CROWTHER
Pictures courtesy of Warner Bros. Pictures
Companion is in cinemas now

January 31, 2025

marianne jean-baptiste, michele austin, mike leigh

Words by JANE CROWTHER


Some of the hard truths at the heart of Mike Leigh’s latest fall easily from the mouth of Pansy (Marianne Jean-Baptiste), a misanthrope London mother and housewife whose daily diatribe at, and about, other people hides a crushing depression and self-loathing. When she’s not furiously polishing the leather sofa in the lounge, Pansy is berating her layabout son, scolding her cowed husband or shouting at random people in car parks or the health professionals at the dentist and doctors. She even has a scowl and a harsh word for the pigeons and a passing fox that dare to enter her garden. By contrast, her sister Chantelle (Michele Austin) is a laidback hairdresser with the patience of a saint and a vibrant social life that involves her two grown, ambitious daughters. She sees the boiling rage and frustration emanating from her sister (Pansy of course criticises her hairdressing skills) but struggles to tell her sibling a hard truth; that Pansy clearly needs mental health support.

marianne jean-baptiste, michele austin, mike leigh

A reunion of Leigh and Jean-Baptiste after their collaboration on 1996’s Secrets And Lies, Hard Truths marks a return to the velvet glove punch of the auteur’s trademark observational dramedy. With cinematography by longtime collaborator Dick Pope, Leigh allows seemingly insubstantial suburban moments to be captured as Pansy goes about her day which accumulate into a sorrow for a woman who can demand to see the manager, that checkout assistants smile more and that her husband never eats fried chicken in the house but cannot ask for the help she desperately needs. 

marianne jean-baptiste, michele austin, mike leigh

The success in making an audience care about such a curmudgeon who even criticises a baby for wearing an outfit with pockets is due to Leigh’s sly script (gently unpicking a deep-seated trauma in Pansy from her mother’s death) and Jean-Baptiste’s performance which is the very definition of powerhouse. She rightfully deserves the heat she’s currently getting on the trophy trail. Pansy is monstrous and ridiculous, yet funny (she has a point about the baby) and vulnerable. A scene in which the two sisters attend the grave of their mother is so brusquely affectionate that it is heartwarming as Chantelle tells Pansy something many audience members will recognise in their own family relations.

They say that we can choose our friends but not our family and in this bittersweet meander through a world many of us know intimately, perhaps that is the hardest truth of all.


Words by JANE CROWTHER
Hard Truths is in cinemas now

January 24, 2025

Adrian Brody, Brady Corbet, Felicity Jones, Guy Pearce, Joe Alwyn

Words by JANE CROWTHER


A talking point at Venice Film Festival for its epic running time (215 minutes including an interval), Brady Corbet’s uncompromising drama finally makes it to cinemas for audiences to decide if it’s as ambitious and empty as the building at the centre of it, or an Oscar-winning masterpiece. Following the life of Jewish architect László Tóth (Adrian Brody) over 33 years, Corbet’s opus tracks the story of America via immigration, anti-semitism, art and commerce.

Adrian Brody, Brady Corbet, Felicity Jones, Guy Pearce, Joe Alwyn
Universal Pictures

Arriving into New York on a boat from Hungary in 1947, László’s and our first view of the Statue Of Liberty is inverted, setting the tone for a film that seeks to play with expectation. László makes his way to Pennsylvania and his cousin (Alessandro Nivola) who gives him shelter in his furniture making business. Called to the home of wealthy industrialist, Harrison Lee Van Buran (Guy Pearce), to create a library for his study, the Eastern European genius’ work is so starkly modern that Harrison is impressed enough to commission him to design a building. The creation of that brutalist building over decades as László’s wife and niece are brought from Hungary and the Tóths become the Van Buran family pets, is the life-work and angst of the film. László attempts to find perfection in draughtsmanship and reconnect with a traumatised wife (Felicity Jones); his benefactor shows his generosity and cruelty…

Adrian Brody, Brady Corbet, Felicity Jones, Guy Pearce, Joe Alwyn
Universal Pictures
Adrian Brody, Brady Corbet, Felicity Jones, Guy Pearce, Joe Alwyn
Universal Pictures

Corbet and Mona Fastvold’s screenplay is dense and chewy, giving Brody the opportunity to show off the soulfulness that won him an Oscar for The Pianist and allowing Pearce to entertain with dangerous bonhomie. The two men dance around each other; one trying not to be obsequious in gratitude, the other trying to conceal his darkness. Waiting for those factors to collide as the building begins to take shape on the hill is much of what drives the film, which thrums with tension – both emotional and aural, thanks to sound design. 

Adrian Brody, Brady Corbet, Felicity Jones, Guy Pearce, Joe Alwyn
Universal Pictures

Lauded by critics during the festival circuit, The Brutalist is likely to be diverse to paying punters. While some will thrill to the immersive, indulgent nature of Corbet’s detailed universe, others will be tested by its unhurried pace, esoteric themes and bum-numbing length. Even the precisely styled credits might annoy. But for those looking for the bombastic results of an auteur with a vision, The Brutalist is arresting cinema that offers a unique experience. Whether you like it or not, depends on your tolerance to the didactic nature of auteurism.


Words by JANE CROWTHER
Photographs courtesy of UNIVERSAL PICTURES
The Brutalist is in cinemas now

Words by JANE CROWTHER


Bob Dylan has purposefully been an enigma for decades and James Mangold’s traditional biopic of a small window of his life doesn’t try to answer any questions about the troubadour – rather it unpicks the ambient influence swirling around the 19 year-old when he arrives in New York from Minnesota and takes the folk scene by storm. Kicking off in 1961, Mangold tracks Dylan from his beginnings through to stardom and up to the point when he ‘betrays’ folk music by plugging in an electric guitar at the 1965 Newport Folk Festival. The director admits that not everything in the film happened exactly as depicted (and apparently Dylan himself asked for a completely invented scene to be added to further fox audiences), but the result is an accomplished primer for newcomers to Dylan and an account that won’t irritate diehard fans.

timothée chalamet, edward norton, elle fanning, monica barbaro, james mangold

Bob (Timothée Chalamet) first pitches up in NY in search of his hero, Woody Guthrie. Discovering the musician is critically ill in hospital, the wannabe visits him – the first time in many that Dylan puts his needs ahead of others. Woody (Scoot McNairy) is being cared for by the nicest man in folk, Pete Seeger (Edward Norton, emanating kindness) who takes the young songwriter under his wing. Dylan, still a gangly youth, impresses him as well as established folk star, Joan Baez (Monica Barbaro), setting him off on a meteoric rise to fame, prolific record making and a love triangle with Baez and Sylvie (Elle Fanning playing a thinly disguised version of Suze Rotolo). As Bob writes – and cheats and is selfish to the point that Baez tells him he’s an asshole – the world changes and informs his music; the desperation of the Cuban missile crisis, the freedom rides, Martin Luther King… The times, they are a-changing.

timothée chalamet, edward norton, elle fanning, monica barbaro, james mangold

Chalamet had five years to perfect guitar, harmonica and Dylan’s scratchy vocals and his renditions of the classics are both spot-on and still retain an element of himself within them. As Dylan’s hair gets bigger and his jeans skinnier (via evocative costumes by Hollywood Authentic columnist, Arianne Phillips), Chalamet and Dylan infuse so that by the time he’s riding motorbikes around and behaving with the insouciance of a rock star brat, the transformation is entirely convincing. Similarly, Barbaro nails Baez’s sweet voice and zero BS attitude and Boyd Holbrook threatens to steal the show every time he shows up as sozzled man in black, Johnny Cash.

timothée chalamet, edward norton, elle fanning, monica barbaro, james mangold

The highlight of the film is undoubtedly the ‘going electric’ moment at the ‘65 Newport Festival when, having watched Dylan do exactly as he pleases throughout his interactions, there’s a rebellious thrill in watching him purposefully plug into an amp in front of a horrified audience of acoustic fans. Once again, we’re not treated to any interior motivation to Dylan’s actions, ensuring he’s still a delicious enigma – a man who despite the biopic treatment, remains a riddle – as the title suggests, a complete unknown.


Words by JANE CROWTHER
A Complete Unknown is in cinemas now

January 17, 2025

christopher abbott, julia garner, leigh whannell, matilda firth, wolf man

Words by JANE CROWTHER
Photographs by NICOLA DOVE


Leigh Whannell aced updating The Invisible Man in 2020 by making it a horror about domestic abuse and gaslighting, and he’s on the money again with another smart reinterpretation of a Universal classic monster. This time he takes the Lon Chaney jr horror and places it in 1995 Oregon where a young boy, Blake, lives in fear of his army vet dad and some unseen threat in the woods. Fast forward to modern day and Blake (Christopher Abbott) is a dad himself and married to a workaholic journalist and breadwinner, Charlotte (Julia Garner). In a neat role reversal, Blake is the primary parent to their kid, Ginger, complaining of Charlotte’s work impinging on family life, having put his own writing career on the backburner. So when a letter arrives declaring his missing father officially dead and his childhood home legally his, Blake suggests a family trip in a U-haul to clear out the remote cabin. He’s clearly forgotten a lot about his traumatic upbringing because the trio arrive in a no-phone-signal dense forest in the dark. The anticipatory dread that has pervaded the film from the start comes to fruition, as the family find themselves running through the woods pursued by something… and over a single night transformation will arrive for everyone.

christopher abbott, julia garner, leigh whannell, matilda firth, wolf man
Photography by Nicola Dove

Whannell excels in tension and Wolf Man is an exercise in ratcheting with jump scares, body horror and set pieces in the pitch black. But the aspects that make the concept truly frightening is the decision to show the shifting perspectives of hunter and prey – and the emotional clout that comes with that. As an audience we see the horror of a stalking man-creature from the POV of his would-be victims; and then, via disquieting sound design and instinctual VFX, the way dark-blind humans look like dinner to a predator. Wrapped up within this are themes exploring pandemic fears and infection, generational trauma and our anxieties about becoming the worst parts of our parents. 

christopher abbott, julia garner, leigh whannell, matilda firth, wolf man
Photography by Nicola Dove
christopher abbott, julia garner, leigh whannell, matilda firth, wolf man
Photography by Nicola Dove

Abbott, in a role originally scheduled for Ryan Gosling, brings a tortured pathos to a Dad trying to do his best and protect his family from himself, while Garner gets to flex her ‘final girl’ muscles. And Whannell makes popcorn-spilling use of the terror of an animal’s breath, an escape from a truck, the velvet darkness of an unlit house and the unknown source of upstairs banging. Though some may tire of the repetitive running between house, car, greenhouse, barn… the overall takeaway is one of a sharp, effective chiller with considerable bite.


Words by JANE CROWTHER
Photographs by NICOLA DOVE
Wolf Man is in cinemas now

January 3, 2025

amy adams, arleigh snowden, marielle heller, nightbitch, scoot mcnairy

Words by JANE CROWTHER


Though it was released on New Year’s Day you may not have made it to the cinema to catch the latest potent fever dream from Robert Eggers – but you should make it your resolution to do so. Darkly designed to fill a big screen (it opens by descending an audience into pitch blackness and sounds of distress), the filmmaker’s reinterpretation of FW Murnau’s 1922 take on Dracula is a crepuscular, filthy and visceral vision of sexual obsession and the plight of women who speak up against predators. Yes, it’s about bloodsuckers and staking, but with current headlines it’s inescapable to not see a correlation between the claims of a young woman (Lily-Rose Depp) being dismissed and her realisation that only her own bravery will stop abuse.

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Depp plays Ellen, a new wife to Nicholas Hoult’s solicitor in 1838 Germany, whose pallid complexion and nervous disposition are caused by the night terrors she suffers as a creeping, shadowy presence stalks her. When hubby is called away to attend to the needs of a client in Carpathia, a count ‘with one foot in the grave’, Ellen fears losing herself in the nightmares and moves in with friends (Aaron Taylor Johnson and Emma Corrin). Meanwhile, her husband undertakes the six week journey to the snowy mountains where gypsies warn of evil and Count Orlok (Bill Skarsgard) lurks in his inhospitable castle with nails like a Guinness World Record holder and a truly disquieting, fetid voice that is the aural equivilent of damp, decay, death. The fresh blood that willingly enters his home sets Orlok on a course of destruction to Ellen that takes in plague, exorcism and monster hunting courtesy of Willem Defoe.

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Though the story may be familiar, Eggers’ reliably striking visuals are not; Skarsgard’s creature design is disgusting enough you’ll be sure you can smell him, while the cinematography recalls a Vermeer painting – characters often framed in doorways, tree-tunnels, gateways to heartstoppingly beautiful effect. Set pieces such as Ellen’s possession (Depp contorting herself, eyes as large as saucers), her husband’s welcome in Carpathia (thundering horse hooves in the snowy gloaming) and a city laid waste by disease are grotesque, gorgeous, grim. The detail of costume, set design and sound is richly layered, while Eggers’ cast are pitch perfect. Skarsgard is cornering the market in terrifying characters you can’t shake while Hoult’s terror in Transylvania is palpable. But the film belongs to Depp; as fragile as glass, tremulous and bruised – but also erotic, feral and ultimately, kickass.  

Viewers who are not fond of rats or scuttling things might find Nosferatu intolerable, but for everyone else Egger provides a thrumming discomfort of terrible beauty that will haunt as certainly as Orlok himself.

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Words by JANE CROWTHER
Nosferatu is in cinemas now

Words by STEPHEN BOGART
As told to JANE CROWTHER


Humphrey Bogart’s son with Lauren Bacall, Stephen, gave his blessing to writer-director Kathryn Ferguson’s documentary Bogart: Life Comes in Flashes which charts his father’s career and legacy via the instrumental women in his life; his mother and his four wives.

As the co-manager of the Humphrey Bogart Estate, you don’t want people to run roughshod over the image of someone who has been historically at such heights. I’m not famous, but my father was famous and somebody’s going to try to screw you over. They’re going to try to do stuff that you probably don’t want to have done. This has not been my life’s work, but it’s been important to me to do that. And in order to do that, you have to do trademarks. You have to do licensing. You have to do that legally. Or else it just goes to the public domain. So it’s a double-edged sword. You really have to do it, even if you don’t want to.

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Maud Humphrey and Humphrey Bogart © Image courtesy of Universal Pictures

The estate gets a lot of requests and if the request was going to be the cookie-cutter bio of ‘movie, movie, movie, movie, movie, meets Betty [Bacall], movie, dead’ I wasn’t interested. I voiced one of those [Bogart: The Untold Story, 1997) before, and my mother did Bacall on Bogart for PBS. But the way that Kathryn [Ferguson] proposed us doing it was totally different from any biography I’d seen on anybody. And there aren’t many people who had a succession of women in their lives who have affected them so specifically. It was so incredibly different. And it turned out to be really spectacular. I am not a complete expert on my father at all. I worked for CBS and Court TV and NBC. I’ve been working my whole life – not at this. I never thought about his relationship with his prior wives [stage actor Helen Menkin, film actors Mary Phillips, Mayo Methot and Lauren Bacall]. So all of that was new to me. 

Some of it was not new – like the footage I am in as a child [8 year-old Stephen is seen attending his father’s star-studded Beverly Hills funeral in 1957]. I remember, I had my hand over my face when I’m walking out of the funeral because I’m blocking it from the photographers. I’m not crying or anything. But I don’t remember during the funeral. I don’t even know if I remember that part, but I remember it because I’m seeing it on video. 

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Humphrey Bogart © Image courtesy of Universal Pictures

I’ve been my father’s son for as long as I’ve been born, obviously. So I’m used to [the idea of having famous parents]. My friends were just friends. They may have been Liza [Minelli], Sammy Cahn’s kid Stevie… these were the people I hung around with, but they were just friends. I was just a normal kid. I only realised my parents were famous when I went to my father’s funeral – all those people, and all the press. Then all of a sudden it was over, and stuff started to happen. My whole life changed. We moved and lived in England for a while, and we moved back to New York. I had three dogs and a cat – and no more. We got rid of the dogs. We got rid of the cat. We got rid of the house. We got rid of the school. We got rid of the state. And we moved to England, and got rid of the country. And then we came back to New York. There were a lot of losses along the way.

It was annoying [to be known as the son of Humphrey Bogart] as a teenager, in my twenties, my thirties… It’s even annoying now! I would not introduce myself using my last name, because then I wouldn’t have to deal with: ‘Oh, are you…?’ But my close friends know who I am, and they know all of this, but they don’t care. That’s what’s most important.

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Lauren Bacall © Image courtesy of Universal Pictures

My parents were probably one of the top five couples of the 20th century. You’ve got the Kennedys. You’ve got Edward and Wallis Warfield Simpson, and you’ve Charles and Di. They were right up there with these in terms of fame. So I think they just went through life knowing that. They went through their 12 years together knowing that. They stood out. But they always put their marriage first.

My father loved to sail [on his boat, the Santana]. I was not allowed to go on the boat until I could swim. I’d go down to the boat, and I’d be on the boat while I was in the dock, before he went out. It sank in San Francisco Bay, and a guy pulled it up, and fixed it up. He didn’t really change it. So I went on it then, when I wrote my book [Bogart: In Search Of My Father]. There’s footage in the film of me on Satana but I don’t remember this stuff. That’s the thing. I see it, and I say, ‘Oh, I did that. Yeah, I can see that’. But there’s no visceral memory of it within me. That’s a strange thing.

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Humphrey Bogart and Mayo Methot © Image courtesy of Universal Pictures
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Mary Philips and Humphrey Bogart © Image courtesy of Universal Pictures

I don’t know what my father would think of the movie because it’s not all hearts and flowers. It takes a somewhat negative – especially by today’s standards – view of him. But he was tremendously proud of his work, and he loved his work. He loved making movies. That was what was most important to him. And making a living! He liked money – he liked the nice house, the nice boat, the nice car, and all that. 

Did I ever consider following in my father’s footsteps? I’m not an idiot. Can you imagine becoming an actor, and having to live up to that hype? No way. Plus I’m not very good at it. My parents made me do it. They made me be in plays when I was in middle school. I played Bianca in The Taming of the Shrew in an all-boys school. And I played General Snippet in The Mouse that Roared, but I’m not very good, and I don’t really like being someone else. It’s not my thing. Although if [Bogart] had lived longer, who knows? I don’t know that he would have encouraged me. I might have gravitated to it just because you’re in that milieu, so why not?

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Katharine Hepburn and Humphrey Bogart © Image courtesy of Universal Pictures
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Helen Menken © Universal Pictures

I have no idea why my father continues to fascinate us. If I did, I’d be selling it, and I’d be a billionaire! It’s inexplicable. People have asked me that all the time. Yeah, he died young, and he was a fine actor, but even he says he didn’t know how he ended up the way he did.

He’s a movie star to other people but my father to me. When I think of him it’s in a sports coat. I think of him on a boat. He was around for such a short time in my life. I didn’t know who he was, which is why I wrote the book, and why we did the documentary.

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Humphrey Bogart, Lauren Bacall and Stephen Bogart © Image courtesy of Universal Pictures

Words by STEPHEN BOGART
As told to JANE CROWTHER
Bogart: Life Comes in Flashes is available on digital download now