YOUNG WERTHER
Based on Johann Wolfgang von Goethe‘s smash hit 1774 novel, YOUNG WERTHER follows an ambitious man’s journey to win the heart of an engaged woman he only just met. Nothing will stand in his way of winning her heart, even if it destroys his. Filmmaker José Avelino Gilles Corbett Lourenço delivers a delightfully funny adaptation of an 18th-century tragic romance.
An unspoken competition begins between the two gentlemen, with Charlotte being the prize. Werther ingratiates himself into their lives based on his instant infatuation. That is what makes YOUNG WERTHER so intriguing. You cannot help but settle into the sheer audacity of a character, living vicariously through his fearless nature.
Paul is Werther’s hypochondriac best friend along for the ride. Jaouhar Ben Ayed tethers this role with sweet honesty and quirky physicality. He is a vital foil for our leading man. Iris Apatow is Charlotte’s sister Sissy. Her crush on Werther gives him the in with everyone. Apatow’s innocent energy beautifully balances Pill’s forced adulthood.
Patrick J. Adams is endlessly charming as Charlotte’s fiance, Albert. Adams’ genuine demeanor and the fact that he plays a lawyer again (Thank You Suits) makes him perfectly cast. His mature approach makes Albert all the more inviting.
Alison Pill gives Charlotte a lovely, grounded aura. The eldest of six younger siblings, to whom she is guardian, has had her self-care on the back burner for years. Werther brings her joy, filling a hole she didn’t know existed. Alison Pill is deliciously vulnerable.
Werther is a wealthy eccentric walking a fine between swoon-worthy and obnoxious narcissist. Douglas Booth grabs your attention from the first frame. His authentic hyper-fixation of experiencing things here and now is infectious. Booth has the energy of a Golden Retriever who is happy to see you at the end of the day. He is captivating.
Rushmore, Cruel Intentions and Igby Goes Down would be brilliant companion watches. The soundtrack is Chef’s Kiss. The dialogue is giggle-inducing. YOUNG WERTHER tackles emotional affairs, self-sabotage, the recklessness of youth, and unresolved childhood trauma with humor and complexity. It’s a gem. Stick around for the credits.
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YOUNG WERTHER will be in Theaters, On Digital and On Demand December 13, 2024.
YOUNG WERTHER is directed and written by José Avelino Gilles Corbett Lourenço (Hollow Bones, “The Hour”). The film stars Douglas Booth (Pride and Prejudice and Zombies, LOL), Alison Pill (Scott Pilgrim vs. the World, Goon), Iris Apatow (Funny People, Knocked Up) and Patrick J. Adams (“Suits,” Clara).
SYNOPSIS: Patrick J. Adams, Douglas Booth and Alison Pill star in this romantic comedy based on the classic smash hit novel of tragic romance. While on a simple errand to Toronto, a carefree and charming young writer named Werther stumbles across the love of his life only to discover that the young woman is engaged. Despite the urgings of his hypochondriac best friend, Werther turns his world upside down in a desperate, misguided and hilarious quest to win her heart.
Run Time: 101 minutes Rating: R
PERSONA
Sophia Ali is Sam, a fiery, take no shit woman whose severe injury and unresolved trauma threaten to end her fight. Ali nails every beat. You are rooting for her every second she is on screen.
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Ho’s editing is quick and clever. Some of the most effective moments come as the women imagine rescue scenarios for better or worse. PERSONA taps into every true-crime-obsessed female fear. It’s like some demented practice run for very real circumstances. The film boasts an explosive final act. This pulse-pounding, dark ending is worth the wait.
THE SHADE
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CELLAR DOOR
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HAYRIDE TO HELL
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Ps-stick around for the credits. You won’t regret it.
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THE LAST STOP IN YUMA COUNTY
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The first feature film to be shot entirely from one fixed camera angle, 
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