Elio: Out of this world

Elio (2025) • View trailer

Four stars (out of five). Rated PG, for animated action peril

Available via: Movie theaters

By Derrick Bang • Published in The Davis Enterprise, 6.29.25

Pixar still has the touch.

 

Although this wildly imaginative sci-fi fable is one of the animation studio’s goofiest, the story nonetheless is fueled by the essential element common to all of the best Pixar films: relatable human angst. Within minutes, our hearts ache for the title character (voiced by Yonas Kibreab): a lonely little boy still mourning the unexpected loss of his parents.

 

Since Elio is believed to be the official ambassador from the planet Earth, he's formally
introduced to all the dignitaries in the celestial Communiverse.

Pixar animators excel at conveying emotion, via the slump-shouldered set of the boy’s body, his doleful gaze and mournful expression. He’s lonely ... achingly lonely.

And, like any adolescent under such circumstances, he acts out: much to the consternation of his Aunt Olga (Zoe Saldaña), in whose care the boy has been placed. A brilliant Air Force major who has put her career partially on hold, she hasn’t any clue about how to handle her rebellious nephew.

 

His head literally is in the stars. Convinced that he can’t possibly fit into his current environment, the space-obsessed boy repeatedly tries to make contact with extra-terrestrials, hoping that he can be “abducted by aliens” to a happier, more magical place. He comes by this fixation honestly; Olga is stationed at California’s coastal Montez Air Force Base, where she and her team monitor satellite and orbiting debris activity.

 

The story’s first quick-cut comedy shot — of Elio lying on a beach, surrounded by an abduction plea scooped in the sand — is hilarious.

 

Meanwhile, unbeknownst to the boy, in a galaxy far, far away ...

 

... various planetary dignitaries belonging to the benevolent Communiverse have long studied our Voyager 1 spacecraft, launched back in 1977 with its “golden record” that showcases Earth’s diversity via greetings, sounds and images. (Yep, there’s real science at the root of this saga.) They’re therefore primed when, through luck and happenstance, they intercept one of Elio’s ham radio messages.

 

And — poof! — he’s beamed light-years away, to the Communiverse.

 

Thanks to Ooooo (Shirley Henderson) — a liquid supercomputer that accommodates and assists species of all kinds who visit — and an amazing Universal User’s Manual, Elio is able to communicate with the strangest and most colorful assortment of aliens ever to grace the silver screen. 

 

Their primary spokespeople are Ambassador Questa (Jameela Jamil), a 15-foot-tall leafy pink sea dragon who hails from the planet Gom; and Ambassador Helix (Brandon Moon), a purplish blob with prominent eyebrows, who hails from the planet Falluvinum.

 

They assume that Elio is Earth’s official ambassador, a belief the quick-witted boy chooses not to correct. (Goodness, no; he’s having too much fun!)

Cha Cha Real Smooth: Lamentably wrinkled

Cha Cha Real Smooth (2022) • View trailer

Three stars (out of five). Rated R, for profanity and sexual candor

Available via: Apple TV+

By Derrick Bang

“Failure to launch” films tend to be whiny and self-indulgent, so it’s refreshing to see writer/director Cooper Raiff move in a different direction. Cha Cha Real Smooth bubbles with exuberance and thoughtful, likable performances.

 

Family dinners are a bit uncomfortable for Andrew (Cooper Raiff, left), who gets
defensive about his lack of career resolve. But this doesn't bother David (Evan Assante),
who worships the ground on which his older brother walks.

Unfortunately, much the way its main character wanders aimlessly through this snapshot of his early 20s, having not the slightest idea what to make of his life, Raiff’s film suffers a similar degree of messy uncertainty. One cannot fault a filmmaker’s ambition, but it’s disappointing when his reach exceeds his grasp.

Raiff also stars as Andrew, freshly post-college and truly, madly, deeply in love with girlfriend Maya (Amara Pedroso). Unfortunately, she has relocated to Barcelona to finish her studies, and he lacks the funds to follow. With no other options, he moves back in with his mother Lisa (Leslie Mann) and stepfather Greg (Brad Garrett), where he shares a bedroom with his much younger brother David (Evan Assante).

 

David is invited to a Bar Mitzvah a few days later; he encourages Andrew to tag along. The evening proves transformative: Andrew meets the coy, sexy and mildly mysterious Domino (Dakota Johnson), attending with her autistic teenage daughter Lola (Vanessa Burghardt). 

 

His enthusiastic flair for encouraging the kids — and their parents — to the dance floor, also makes him the go-to “party starter” for the neighborhood’s many upcoming Bar and Bat Mitzvahs: a far better gig than his soulless part-time job at a mall fast-food joint called Meat Sticks. Anything that’ll help get him to Barcelona faster.

 

What follows is built primarily on relationships, several of which are captivating. Andrew has an amiably devoted bond with his mother, who cheerfully tolerates her elder son’s directionless indecision. (“Do you really want to go to Barcelona?” she perceptively asks, at one point, and then smiles indulgently when he insists that yes, he does.)

 

Raiff and Mann work well together during such moments, and Raiff’s many scenes with Assante are equally captivating; the fraternal bond feels authentic. David is desperate to get his first kiss from a girl he has long crushed over; Andrew offers insightful encouragement. There’s no sense that David minds suddenly sharing his bedroom; indeed, he clearly worships Andrew (who, to his credit, does not abuse that trust).

 

Even the mostly silent Greg, played by Garrett as a stoic, imposing presence, is intriguing. Andrew can’t figure out what his mother sees in the guy, as they seem to have nothing in common. “He makes me happy,” she explains, during a key moment, and Mann earnestly sells the emotion of those four words.

 

Gloria Bell: A toneless ring

Gloria Bell (2019) • View trailer 
Two stars. Rated R, for nudity, sexuality, profanity and drug use
By Derrick Bang

Director Alfred Hitchcock famously observed that “drama is life with the dull bits cut out.”

This film is nothing but life’s dull bits.

When Arnold (John Turturro) and Gloria (Julianne Moore) check into a fancy Las Vegas
hotel/casino, she expects they're about to enjoy a romantic weekend. She really should
know better, by this point in her own movie...

As therefore should be expected, it’s slow, tedious, monotonous and unrelentingly boring.

Director/co-scripter Sebastián Lelio’s approach is no-frills cinéma vérité: We essentially eavesdrop on a fiftysomething woman going about a longstanding routine involving work, family, down time and all the other minutia of a (more or less) average life. Singing to the car radio, while driving to and from work. Efficiently doing her job. Enduring an upstairs neighbor from hell. And so forth.

It feels very much like real life. Indeed, totally feels like real life. Which is rather silly, because most folks go to the movies to escape real life. Why spend money to endure 102 insufferable minutes of stuff that confronts us on a daily basis?

Nor does it help much, that our character — Gloria Bell — is portrayed by an actress as incandescent as Julianne Moore. The subtleties of her performance are sublime; numerous little moments convey a stunning wealth of emotions. Even so, it’s hard to do more than admire her talent and craft: “Wow, that’s a terrific bit of acting from Julianne Moore.”

We still don’t give a damn about Gloria Bell.

Particularly since this slice of her life — an American remake of Lelio’s 2013 Chilean film, Gloria — manipulates her in a manner that seems wholly inconsistent with how she’s introduced.

Gloria, 12 years divorced, lives alone in an apartment beneath the unit occupied by the landlady’s clearly unstable adult son, who shrieks incoherently at all hours of the day and night. (Nothing ever gets done about him.) Gloria occasionally returns home to find that a cat — always the same cat, of unknown origin — has somehow sneaked inside again. (We never learn how.)

She works as an insurance claims adjuster; her phone manner is calm, soothing and helpful. We imagine she gets terrific customer service ratings. She has a co-worker (Barbara Sukowa, as Melinda) who frets about their company’s meager retirement plan, and worries that she’ll have to work until she’s 80. Late in the film, Gloria helps Melinda exit the office. (Has she been fired? Departed of her own volition? We never know.)

Christopher Robin: Endearing, but uneven

Christopher Robin (2018) • View trailer 
3.5 stars. Rated PG-13, for no particular reason
By Derrick Bang • Originally published in The Davis Enterprise, 8.3.18

I’ve long regarded title credits as a strong indication of quality; a director who cares enough to insist upon clever, stylish or (in some manner) unusual credits, generally can be counted upon to give his film the same attention to detail.

Desperate to prevent passersby from realizing that Pooh is a stuffed bear who nonetheless
walks and talks, Christopher (Ewan McGregor) begs his childhood friend to "play taking
a nap."

In that respect, then, director Marc Forster’s Christopher Robin begins auspiciously. An extended prolog is lovingly and warmly animated from the E.H. Shepard illustrations in A.A. Milne’s original Winnie the Pooh books; the sequence also incorporates flipped pages laden with the correct type font. In all respects, it’s like we viewers jump into the book itself and become part of what follows, much in the manner of Jasper Fforde’s delightful Thursday Next novels.

This lengthy, period-appropriate introduction also establishes the firm bond between young Christopher Robin (Orton O’Brien) and his half-dozen plush animal friends, all seemingly hand-stitched, as if by some doting parent. They’ve organized a party in the Hundred Acre Wood, but the occasion is somber: Christopher Robin is heading off to boarding school. The mood is pure “Puff, the Magic Dragon.”

These sweetly animated characters are voiced sublimely, their note-perfect dialog — here, and throughout the entire film — impeccably crafted to match Milne’s blend of innocence and gentle playfulness (with numerous quotes lifted directly from the page). We can’t help being both charmed and saddened; the sweet sorrow of this impending parting is almost more than can be withstood.

Then the movie proper kicks in, and the mood is ... well, badly compromised, if not completely shattered.

The script — credited, with eyebrow-raising concern, to five different hands — is a patchwork mess stitched together with far less care than that given to its animated stars. The plot is a clumsy mash-up of Steven Spielberg’s Hook and Disney’s Mary Poppins — both centering around an adult who has lost track of his childhood sense of wonder — blended with numerous un-subtle nods to the three Disney Winnie the Pooh cartoon shorts produced between 1966 and ’74.

To make matters even worse, this film’s (mostly) soothing tone often is marred by the destructive slapstick sequences that infected so many of Disney’s insufferably stupid late 1960s and early ’70s live-action comedies. The sudden shift in tone can cause whiplash.

In a nutshell, these characters — human and otherwise — are far better than the derivative, wafer-thin and disappointing story into which they’ve been dumped.