Close out the year in movies with Spider-Man, The Matrix, and a slew of Oscar hopefuls

Since forsaking for more overtly political (and Oscar-friendly) material, Adam McKay has become a divisive figure among film fans and critics. Among actors, though, he’s only gotten more popular. For this satirical comedy about two scientists attempting, in vain, to warn the world about an approaching meteor with a near-100% chance of annihilating the planet, McKay has recruited Leonardo DiCaprio and Jennifer Lawrence to lead a mind-boggling cast that also includes Meryl Streep, Jonah Hill, Cate Blanchett, Mark Rylance, Tyler Perry, Timothée Chalamet, and Ariana Grande. The trailer doesn’t provide many hints as to how the gag of blithely superficial under-reactions to an imminent catastrophe can really support a feature-length film. But some reactions from early screenings have called this the most assured of McKay’s post-Ferrell movies. It has to be better than , right?

As the internet has pointed out ad nauseam since the trailer for Being The Ricardos dropped, Nicole Kidman doesn’t look much like Lucille Ball. But she captures some of the intelligence and dry wit of the famed sitcom star in this chronologically condensed biopic about the shitstorm of personal and professional woes swirling around Ball and husband/I Love Lucy costar Desi Arnaz (Javier Bardem) during a particularly eventful week of their lives. That the film is written and directed by Aaron Sorkin, moving back into his behind-the-scenes-of-showbiz wheelhouse after an acclaimed sojourn into his , should be clear from the moment anyone on screen opens their mouth and the zingers start pouring out.

Hollywood usually mines college athletics for inspirational pap. This drama about the debate over paying student athletes looks more like on steroids. A disgruntled star player (Stephan James) attempts to lead a student-athlete strike hours before a big game, pitting him against his highly paid coach (J.K. Simmons), with an eclectic mix of actors (Timothy Olyphant, Uzo Aduba, Tim Blake Nelson, Lil Rel Howery, David Koechner) joining the fray. Director Ric Roman Waugh has previously specialized in . Will his addition to the sports-movie canon be more harder-edged than the usual rah-rah Rudy variation?

Who had “Simon Rex delivers one of the great performances of the year” on their 2021 bingo card? The one-time rapper, adult-film actor, Scary Movie player, and MTV VJ is deliriously funny as Mikey Saber, a washed-up porn star who retreats to his Texas hometown to crash with his ex-wife (Bree Elrod) and maybe scam his way back to success. Like , the previous film from writer-director Sean Baker, Red Rocket is steeped in the personality and day-to-day details of a certain impoverished corner of the country. But it has a bit less sympathy for its main character, a manipulative (albeit very entertaining) con man of Trump’s America.

Is 2021 the year of Léa Seydoux? After spending the fall reprising her role in the and balancing precariously over a radiator in , the in-demand French actor takes a starring role in this strange and sprawling sorta-satire from writer-director Bruno Dumont that played both Cannes and the New York Film Festival. Seydoux plays the auspiciously named France, a famous, glamorous TV journalist brought low by a disconcerting accident. She’s quite good in a movie that asks a lot of her—and of the audience, as it traipses through commentary on fame, the media, guilt, and tragedy.

Shared cinematic universes are so last decade. Having capitalized quite handsomely on that synergistic blockbuster strategy, Marvel now ambitiously attempts to pioneer a new one: combining cinematic universes. The fourth MCU release of the year finds Tom Holland’s Spider-Man and Benedict Cumberbatch’s Dr. Strange accidentally tearing a hole in the fabric of reality; emerging from it are villains from other continuities, with Alfred Molina, Willem Dafoe, and Jamie Foxx reprising their respective roles from past Spider-Man movies. Whether Tobey Maguire and Andrew Garfield swing by too remains to be seen. Either way, something tells us this won’t be as delightful a as the last one we got.

William Lindsay Gresham’s 1946 novel Nightmare Alley has been filmed before, but Guillermo del Toro says that his version is a stand-alone adaptation, not a remake of the 1947 movie starring Tyrone Power. Either way, this new take stands out in del Toro’s filmography, given that it’s a straightforward film noir without any of the director’s signature supernatural elements. But the lush Art Deco aesthetics are typical of more recent del Toro productions (including his Best Picture-winning ), as is the star-studded cast, led by Bradley Cooper as a carnival geek turned sham psychic, alongside Cate Blanchett, Rooney Mara, Willem Dafoe, and Toni Collette.

George Clooney’s career as a director has been pretty bumpy, and the first reviews of his follow-up to last year’s maudlin sci-fi movie suggest it isn’t getting any smoother. Adapted by William Monahan () from the memoir by journalist J.R. Moehringer, this coming-of-age drama follows an aspiring writer—played by Daniel Ranieri as a young boy and by Tye Sheridan as a college student—who’s taken under the wing of his seasoned, Long Island bar-owner uncle (Ben Affleck). The supporting cast includes Lily Rabe, Christopher Lloyd, and Briana Middleton.

Based on a novel by Elena Ferrante, the feature directorial debut of Maggie Gyllenhaal stars Olivia Colman as a literature professor lost in memory on a beach vacation. Observing the mother-daughter relationship between two strangers—one of them played by Dakota Johnson—she disappears into her own fraught family history. The Lost Daughter won a screenplay prize when it premiered in Venice this past summer, with critics also reserving praise for Colman and Jessie Buckley, who Gyllenhaal casts as the younger version of the main character in flashbacks. Our called the film an “interesting and sensual psychological thriller.”

Benjamin Cleary, who won an Oscar for his short film “Stutterer,” makes his feature debut with this somber-looking sci-fi drama starring two more Oscar nominees, alumni Mahershala Ali and Naomie Harris. Ali plays a dying man who wants to spare his wife (Harris) and child from sorrow by swapping himself out with a clone. Glenn Close and Awkwafina co-star in a movie that appears equally intriguing and soul-crushingly sad; it is not to be confused for a different film called from earlier this year.

Eighteen years after blowing up both The Matrix and , Keanu Reeves, Carrie-Anne Moss, and Lana Wachowski return to cinema’s most successful kung-fu cyberpunk head trip. But the questions dogging Neo et. al this time aren’t so blunt or simple as “What is the Matrix?” Now we’re asking things like, “Why is Thomas Anderson suddenly trapped in another false life?” And “Why does Morpheus look like actor Yahya Abdul-Mateen II now?” And, most pressingly, “Can The Matrix still grab people the way it did back in 1999, or is it doomed to disappoint audiences as surely as those other sequels did?” All these questions and more—including what the damn thing’s actually about; the IMDB synopsis still reads, “The plot is currently unknown”—will be answered in multiplexes and on HBO Max this Christmas.

Ralph Fiennes takes over for Colin Firth as Matthew Vaughn’s uber-glib spy franchise goes hunting for a not-especially-earned prequel outing, swapping malevolent 21st-century tech bros for early-20th-century tyrants. (You know you’re in for something exceptionally silly when your comic book-based espionage romp includes credits for both Mata Hari and infamous archduke assassinator Gavrilo Princip.) Harris Dickinson, Gemma Arterton, and Djimon Hounsou round out the cast of do-gooders trying to prevent World War I, while Rhys Ifans and his mascara gear up to chew the scenery as a cartoon version of Russian “holy man” Rasputin. Fun fact: Thanks to COVID and other factors, The King’s Man has been delayed twice as many times as the number of years that have passed since the .

Entourage guest star Bono (no last name given) finally grabs the spotlight in Garth Jennings’ follow-up to his . Voicing a reclusive cartoon lion, the U2 frontman joins Matthew McConaughey, Reese Witherspoon, Scarlett Johansson, Nick Kroll, Taron Egerton, and more celebrities than you could ever hope to hear semi-belt their way through recycled versions of Coldplay, Ariana Grande, and, yes, U2 songs. For the sequel, Jennings has apparently added a few more actual singers to the mix—Halsey and Pharrell Williams are both on tap—as well as a plot that sees Johansson’s punk-rock porcupine attempt to convince the Bono-lion to come out of retirement in order to appease a sinister lupine music exec (Bobby Cannavale, in what may or may not be the most improbable callback ever.) All of those words were in English, we swear.

The eponymous characters of Pedro Almodóvar’s new movie are two expectant mothers giving birth almost side by side in the same hospital. One, played by Almodóvar’s sometimes muse Penélope Cruz, is older and content. The other, played by Aitana Sánchez-Gijón, is much younger and anxious about the impending, momentous change to her teenage life. Parallel Mothers opened this year’s Venice Film Festival and earned a rapturous reception, even by the respective standards of its collaborating star and director. As , “Every queue for a waterbus, espresso, or Prosecco was filled with debates over whether this was Cruz’s best, Almodovar’s, or both.”

It’s the cinematic equivalent of a solo album and a covers project: Joel Coen directs his first movie apart from his brother, Ethan, adapting a famous Shakespearean tragedy. (Joel was the sole credited director on all of the Coens’ features before 2004, but they had always collaborated closely on writing, directing, and producing.) Denzel Washington steps into the title role and Frances McDormand plays Lady Macbeth, both characters made more desperate by a more advanced age than many productions depict. As detailed in our , Coen has remained faithful to the original text while taking a “stripped-down, expressionistic” visual approach, including gorgeous, ghostly black-and-white cinematography. Shakespeare and Coen adherents alike will find plenty to love.

The same day his starring role as Macbeth hits theaters, Denzel Washington will also release a new directorial effort, this one an apparent multi-pronged attack on audiences’ tear ducts. Michael B. Jordan stars in the true story of a military sergeant deployed to Iraq who writes a series of journal entries to his wife, Dana (Chanté Adams), and their infant son. screenwriter Virgil Williams adapted the screenplay from Dana Canedy’s real-life memoir. Judging from the trailer, one should expect sad piano music, meaningful stares, and not a dry eye in the multiplex house.

If National Champions isn’t generic enough as a title, try American Underdog, which would sound lazy as a spoof, nevermind the genuine article. Directors Jon and Andrew Erwin specialize in lacquering religiosity over cliché-laden genres; after giving the music biopic a pious makeover with , they appear to have turned their sights on bland sports uplift personified by Kurt Warner, a long-undrafted football player who went on to win the Super Bowl. Warner is played here by Zachary Levi and joined by Anna Paquin and Erwin mainstay Dennis Quaid; all together, it’s a higher-caliber cast (and higher-profile release date) than usual for the faith-based market.

Neon is taking an unusual (and some would say exclusionary) approach to the release of the new movie from celebrated Thai filmmaker Apichatpong “Joe” Weerasethakul (). Memoria, starring Tilda Swinton as a woman plagued by mysterious sounds, will roll out one city at a time, playing a few days at a single venue and then moving on to the next; if the distributor is to be believed, the film will never be available to watch from home—it’s being treated as a fleeting, solely theatrical experience. Setting aside appropriate conversations about accessibility (especially during an ongoing global pandemic), the film has to be considered one of the arthouse events of the season; at the New York Film Festival, called it “magnificent” and “a celebration of singularly cinematic possibilities from one of its finest working practitioners.”

Veteran character actor Clifton Collins Jr. secures a rare, deserved starring role as an aging jockey who finds his last-ditch bid for a championship complicated by the arrival of a rookie contender (Moises Arias) claiming to be his son. At Sundance, where the film premiered, critics described a somewhat familiar indie drama, elevated by a poignant lead performance and by director Clint Bentley’s genuine interest in the details of his horse-racing milieu. (The supporting cast is made up largely of real jockeys.)