Elijah Wood returns to New Zealand for the charming father-daughter adventure Bookworm
Elijah Wood and Nell Fisher get winningly wholesome for genre oddball Ant Timpson.

New Zealand’s Ant Timpson has been quietly but confidently carving out quite a niche in the genre film circuit. As a writer and producer he helped birth the ABCs Of Death project, and shepherded the likes of cult classic Turbo Kid by the RKSS team and Jason Lei Howden’s wild Deathgasm. His directorial debut, 2019’s Come To Daddy, starred fellow genre film evangelist Elijah Wood (with whom Timpson collaborated on nutty Sundance flick The Greasy Strangler) in a bleakly comic thriller about a child reconnecting with an estranged parent. For his sophomore directorial effort, Timpson once again collaborates with Wood and screenwriter Toby Harvard, resulting in Bookworm, another parent and child tale with a very different modality.
What’s perhaps most surprising for those weaned on the outré filmography of Timpson is that this time around we’re treated to a PG-13 adventure story about a young girl and her biological father wandering the wilderness of New Zealand’s South Island. For those who have missed seeing Wood traipsing through the woods of this beautiful nation, they’re in for a treat. Craggy rocks, lush forests, and otherworldly vistas seemingly come easy for such Kiwi productions, and while echoes of Middle-earth’s aesthetic are certainly present, Bookworm is more than a mere travelogue showing off these pretty places.
The film begins with Mildred (played to perfection by Evil Dead Rise’s Nell Fisher), a bookish, brash preteen, attempting to coax her black pet cat into a trap. This is all practice for a larger quest, where a $50,000 prize for capturing an image of an aloof panther in the wilderness can help set her mother’s financial situation right. After an accident sees her mother hospitalized, her “biological father,” hapless illusionist Strawn Wise (Wood), arrives to take care of a child he’s never met.
Wood’s look is one of the film’s most delightful elements. With a scraggly beard, long hair, and an El Topo-like brim, his goth-magician shtick would have fit in perfectly in the heyday of L.A.’s Viper Room in the ‘90s, but seems completely out of place among the foliage and vistas of New Zealand. Attempts to impress his daughter with feats of prestidigitation fail entirely, with withering comments emitting from his daughter cutting as deeply as any blade.