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Blue Moon: A Review - Ethan Hawke Hits it Over the Moon

****THIS IS A SPOILER FREE REVIEW!! THIS REVIEW CONTAINS ZERO SPOILERS!!****

My Rating: 3 out of 5 stars

My Recommendation: SEE IT. A flawed film that features a very noteworthy performance from Ethan Hawke that makes it well-worth watching.

Blue Moon, directed by Richard Linklater and starring Ethan Hawke, tells the story of famed lyricist Lorenz Hart (Hawke) navigating emotional turmoil as he attends the 1943 opening night party of his former writing partner Richard Rodgers’ new Broadway musical Oklahoma!

The film, which has garnered two Academy Award nominations – Best Actor for Ethan Hawke and Best original Screenplay for Robert Kaplow, hit theatres on October 17th with little fanfare and is now available to stream on Netflix…which is where I just watched it.

For those of you unfamiliar with Lorenz Hart, he – along with his collaborator Richard Rodgers, made up Rodgers and Hart - one of the great musical duos in music theatre history – creating such notable numbers as “Lady is a Tramp”, “Isn’t it Romantic?”, “My Funny Valentine”, and of course, “Blue Moon”.

Hart was a notorious drunk and difficult collaborator, and so Rodgers looked for other writing partners and found one in Oscar Hammerstein…and remarkably that duo outdid the success of Rodgers and Hart – churning out a bevy of Broadway box office smash hits like Oklahoma!, Carousel, South Pacific, The King and I, and The Sound of Music among others.

Which brings us to Blue Moon, which is a curious venture.

The film is, in a clever nod to its subject, essentially a stage play, as it is set in Sardi’s bar – the famed apres-show eatery for Broadway big wigs, where Lorenz Hart, struggling with alcoholism mixed with self-doubt and existential angst, holds court amongst wannabes and some notable somebodies, as he awaits a party to start for his former partner Richard Rodgers on opening night of his soon-to-be smash hit musical Oklahoma!

Anyone who has spent even a modicum of time in the theatre or entertainment world is very familiar with the archetype of the aging gay queen that poor Lorenz Hart is occupying as he holds court at the corner of a bar regaling sycophants, stoics and sad sacks alike with his wondrous tales, which, if seen through more discerning eyes are less funny comic confessionals than they are malignant, narcissistic ramblings.

The film is contained within the walls of Sardi’s, and that is the stage for Ethan Hawke to spin his masterful brilliance as Hart flails with flair on the downward spiral of his life.

Ethan Hawke has done some of his very best work with Richard Linklater at the helm (Before Sunrise, Before Sunset, Before Midnight, and Boyhood) and Blue Moon is the very best of the bunch. He is utterly fantastic in this role. Hawke’s Hart is a magnetic, brilliant, and existentially sad shlub, marinated in a profound melancholy of his own making and it is absolutely captivating to behold.

Hawke’s Hart is funny, frustrating and at times deeply moving and always compelling. Hawke is nominated for Best Actor at this year’s Academy Awards and while he stands no chance to win, he certainly is deserving of the award.

As much as I loved Ethan Hawke in the film and also loved that it is essentially a stage play, Blue Moon does have some major flaws to it.

First off, the character of Elizabeth – the Yale undergrad theatre student with whom Hart has become infatuated despite his being homosexual, is, despite being a cornerstone of the storytelling, a not-needed and often annoying distraction.

To be clear, I love Margaret Qualley – the actress who plays Elizabeth, and have ever since I first saw her in Novitiate in 2017. She is a dynamic talented and a luminous beauty…but both the Elizabeth character and Qualley’s performance just don’t work for me.

The same is true of Bobby Cannavale as the bartender Eddie. I must admit that I think Bobby Cannavale is awful in everything I see him in…and he makes everything he is in worse…and Blue Moon is no exception.

Andrew Scott and Patrick Kennedy fare much better in supporting roles as Richard Rodgers and E.B. White respectively…so there’s that.

But again…even as much as I liked Kennedy’s reserved performance as E.B. White, it touches upon another issue I had with the film…namely the Zelig/Forest Gump-esque quality of Lorenz Hart in this film to touch history with his nearly every interaction.

For example, Hart gives prescient writing advice to E.B. White (who goes on the write Charlotte’s Web and Stuart Little), prescient storytelling advice to George Roy Hill (who goes on the direct Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid among others), and prescient insight to a pre-pubescent Stephen Sondheim (who goes on to be a giant in musical theatre).

This series of historical interactions is so cheesy it made my lactose intolerance act up…and most importantly…it is entirely made up…it never happened in real life. Why the writer Kaplow and Linklater thought the story needed this corny nonsense is utterly beyond me.

Kaplow did write a strong one-man show for Hawke to flex his acting monologue muscles as Hart, and he should be credited for that, but he stumbles badly in terms of structure and secondary characters and storylines.

As for Linklater, Blue Moon is the second film he has put out this year, the other being Nouvelle Vague – the story of the making of Jean-Luc Godard’s classic French new wave film Breathless. Nouvelle Vague served little purpose but to get people to watch Breathless again…or for the first time…and that’s a noble cause, but Blue Moon feels like the more compelling movie to me…maybe that’s because I know less about Lorenz hart and musical theatre than I do about Breathless and French New Wave cinema….who knows?

The truth is that neither film is quite as good as it should have been…but Blue Moon is a much better movie because Ethan Hawke is absolutely crushing it in the lead role.

The bottom line is that while Blue Moon certainly has its flaws, it is an undeniably compelling watch simply because Ethan Hawke is so damn good as Lorenz Hart.

If you are a current or former theatre muffin, or if you are a devout and devoted lover of musical theatre, I think Blue Moon will be worth a watch to get a glimpse of Hawke masterfully bringing the troubled Lorenz Hart back to life before your eyes.

For those not as enamored of musical theatre, fret not…Blue Moon still works as a one-man Ethan Hawke acting show that will hold your attention despite its unevenness. So, if you get a chance, you could do worse than check out Blue Moon.

©2026

Wake Up Dead Man: A Knives Out Story - A Review: Please Go Back to Sleep Dead Man

****THIS IS A SPOILER FREE REVIEW!! THIS REVIEW CONTAINS ZERO SPOILERS!!****

My Rating: 1.75 out of 5 stars

My Recommendation: SKIP IT. If you like the Knives Out formula of convoluted and absurd murder mystery mixed with bad writing and even worse performances, then this movie might be for you. It wasn’t for me.

Wake Up Dead Man: A Knives Out Story, written and directed by Rian Johnson, is the new mystery in the Knives Out franchise that once again features master detective Benoit Blanc solving an impossible case.

Set in a small town in upstate New York, Wake Up Dead Man – which premiered on Netflix on December 12th, revolves around a tyrannical, dare I say it – Trumpian Catholic priest, Monsignor Jefferson Wicks (Josh Brolin), who is surrounded by a tight-knit group of sycophantic parishioners.

Enter into this dynamic a young former boxer turned priest, Jud Duplenticity (Josh O’Connor), sent by a Bishop to try and bring some semblance of Christ and normalcy back into Msgr. Wicks’ parish.

Father Jud runs into lots of resistance from not only Msgr. Wicks but from his coven of adherents. There’s steely church lady Martha Delacroix (Glen Close), alcoholic town Doctor Nat Sharp (Jeremy Renner), former best-selling author turned right-wing loon Lee Ross (Andrew Scott), tightly wound lawyer Vera Draven (Kerry Washington) and her adult son Cy (Daryl McCormack) – an aspiring slimy politician, disabled former concert Cello player Simone Vivane (Cailee Spaeny), and finally church groundskeeper Samson Holt (Thomas Haden Church).

In order to avoid spoilers, I will refrain from going any deeper into the plot so that those that wish may watch the film with as little information about it as I did.

The first Knives Out film came out in 2019 and was a smash hit. People loved it. I loathed it. In fact, I wrote an article about the film shortly after its release that caused quite a kerfuffle.

That article, titled “Knives Out Sharpens the Blade of Anti-White Racism”, pointed out the fact that Knives Out was a not-so-thinly-veiled piece of anti-white racist propaganda. Despite a very angry response from many readers, time has been extraordinarily kind to that piece and to its main thesis.

The second Knives Out movie, Glass Onion – which came out in 2022, was riddled with much of the same sort of trite cultural politics and anti-white animus.

Wake Up Dead Man is not infused with as much anti-white animus as Knives Out or Glass Onion…which is a nice change of pace. It is also surprisingly more even-handed when it comes to Christianity than you would otherwise think.

That said, I still thought it was a bad movie. It was poorly constructed, abysmally executed, politically trite, culturally patronizing, and exceedingly dull…BUT it was the best of the Knives Out movies so far…sort of like being the tallest dwarf.

The best part about the movie is Josh O’Connor who gives a pretty good performance as Fr. Jud – a man trying to come to grips with himself, his God and his purpose and meaning here on earth.

O’Connor does not make for a believable former boxer…but he does make for a believable tormented priest struggling with his consistently frail humanity. So, hats off to Josh O’Connor.

The rest of the cast are…well…pretty atrocious…mostly because they are given a script that is so unforgivably poorly written.

Josh Brolin’s Msgr. Wicks is a pseudo-Trumpian figure and is a caricature’s caricature. Glen Close’s Church Lady is a one-note bore and snore. Andrew Scott’s frustrated writer is like the invisible man…you forget he’s even in the movie. Kerry Washington is, shock of shocks, all righteous indignation – yawn. And Jeremy Renner as the drunk doctor is like a tumbleweed rolling through the festivities unnoticed.

I didn’t even mention Daryl McCormack’s Cy or Thomas Haden Church’s Samson or Cailee Spaeny’s Simone because they are so shallow as characters they don’t even register.

The worst of all is Mila Kunis who plays local police chief Geraldine Scott. Kunis is so bad in this role and so uncomfortable on screen it felt like she was an amateur who won a raffle and the prize was getting cast in the movie.

Speaking of awful…now is when I must comment on Daniel Craig as the world’s greatest detective Benoit Blanc. I admit I greatly enjoyed Craig as James Bond…but I find his Benoit Blanc to be an unamusing, unfunny version of Foghorn Leghorn and Forrest Gump. He also looks like he has had some particularly unfortunate plastic surgery…which was about as well-done as his performance. Yikes. Every moment with Craig on-screen is a moment of cringe.

I must admit that the whodunnit is not really my cup of tea to begin with, and your mileage may vary in regards to that, but the problem with Wake Up Dead Man is not that it’s a mystery but rather that it is so clumsily written and executed.

As I watched the film I was never trying to figure out ‘who did it’ but rather ‘how much longer is this?’ Unfortunately, it has a run time of two hours and twenty-four minutes…and it feels longer.

Another issue with the film is that while it is set in a Catholic church it is more Catholic in aesthetic than in theology. The truth is the film is decidedly Protestant, if not outright Evangelical, and it feels like the Catholic setting is just to make it feel more profound…which amuses me – a Catholic, no end. I mean you really can’t set a murder mystery worth watching in a church in a strip mall, right?

Writer/director Rian Johnson may or may not be a Catholic, I have no idea, but he certainly seems pretty obtuse when it comes to Catholicism.

One thing Johnson does believe in with great faith is making unnecessarily convoluted and absurd murder mysteries saturated in Boomer shit-liberalism that is the left-wing mirror of the mental midgetry of MAGA mindlessness. Good for him?

Ultimately, I did not care about any single person in this film, didn’t care who was killed and who killed them, and why. I just wanted it to end.

Wake Up Dead Man is yet another frivolous and inconsequential piece of pop culture garbage that the mindless masses who confuse mediocrity with mastery and vacuity with verisimilitude will find to be phenomenal.

God help us all.

©2025