Timothée Chalamet strides in slow motion into the 1860s milieu of Louisa May Alcott’s Little Women (★★★★☆), a vision of youth and promise as the good-natured yet rascally heir Theodore Laurence. Reunited for this moving adaptation with Oscar-nominated Lady Bird writer-director Greta Gerwig, Chalamet fuses sensitivity and star-power, conveying ardor and heartbreak, and further solidifying the Call Me By Your Name actor’s fruitful path playing romance.
Yet for all his scene-stealing wiles, Laurie, as heir Laurence is known, is merely one potential beau among many, along with Fred Vaughn (Dash Barber), Friedrich Bhaer (Louis Garrel), and “penniless tutor” John Brooke (John Norton), all flocking like birds around the March sisters, seeking purchase in the sturdy tree of their love. The Marches — Meg (Emma Watson), Beth (Eliza Scanlen), Amy (Florence Pugh), and Jo (Saoirse Ronan) — are the forces of nature who dazzle the men who adore them, and who pulse with vitality, intelligence, wit, and the generosity instilled in them by their dear father Robert (Bob Odenkirk) and mother Marmee (Laura Dern).
The entire family, including old crabapple Aunt March (portrayed with charming rancor by Meryl Streep), live through joys and sorrows enough to have filled a trilogy of books by Alcott, and numerous stage, TV, and film adaptations over the past several decades. Speaking to our supposedly more enlightened age, Gerwig locates a modern voice to express the March sisters’ dreams and ambitions as signs of progress for all women. In Ronan’s galvanizing turn, the brash and bookish Jo embodies a passion for her work and art, and her independence, that could have driven a talented author to success in the 1860s, the 1960s, or right now. Pugh is a splendid Amy, tracing a bright but self-centered girl’s growth into womanly wisdom. And, as the root of so much of the sisters’ kindness and determination, Dern’s Marmee stands as a timeless example of excellent parenting.
Of course, while Marmee’s maternal understanding might be timeless, the film’s 19th-century period is quite specific, and artfully presented here. Shot in the sun-dappled and candlelit tones of a world yet to fully embrace the incandescent light bulb, Little Women illuminates the hope that, to paraphrase, the arc of the universe might continue to bend towards progress.
Little Women is rated PG, and opens everywhere on Wednesday, December 25. Visit www.fandango.com.
During the first act of A Complete Unknown, the splashy new biopic about Bob Dylan, the songwriter gets into a fight with his girlfriend, Sylvie Russo, a character based on the real-life Suze Rotolo. Sylvie (Elle Fanning) is frustrated that her evasive new beau (Timothée Chalamet) keeps his backstory a secret.
"You never talk about your family, your past!" Sylvie protests, calling him "a mysterious minstrel." Dylan retorts, "People make up their past, Sylvie! They remember what they want, they forget the rest."
Sylvie's critique reverberated through my head as A Complete Unknown marched towards its preordained climax, ticking off a grab-bag of nostalgic Boomer pleasure centers along the way. Despite the impressive efforts of Chalamet, filmmaker James Mangold, screenwriter Jay Cocks, and a fine supporting cast, Dylan remains an enigma, as unknowable to the audience as he is to his lover.
As of this writing, kid-friendly blockbusters Moana 2 and Wicked: Part One top the worldwide box office, while decidedly more grown-up Anora and Emilia Pérez are topping critics’ lists and Oscar predictions. But none of those titles will top, or even touch, this list of the year’s Ten Best Films among the more than 120 releases I watched in 2024.
10. Nickel Boys -- Filming entirely in first-person POV, director RaMell Ross, abetted by ace cinematographer Jomo Fray, takes an extraordinary approach to depicting the lives of two ordinary Black boys brought up in a barbaric Florida reform school in the 1960s. Experiencing this world purely through the eyes of teens Elwood (Ethan Herisse) and Turner (Brandon Wilson) could have felt gimmicky, but instead results in a singularly intimate, perceptive drama, based on the Pulitzer-winning novel by Colson Whitehead, and featuring another stellar performance by Aunjanue Ellis-Taylor, as Elwood’s stalwart grandmother, his bastion of love, strength, and defiance on the outside.
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