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Put Your Cape On, It’s Up to Us to Save the World

By Norman S.

In a powerful scene from James Gunn’s Superman, two children in the war-scarred country of Jarhanpur drive a flagpole into the ground. This daring statement inspires Jarhanpur’s weary citizens to chant “Superman!” repeatedly, just moments before the Boravian nation leads yet another siege against them. We’ve seen this storyline before—and not necessarily just in film.

Although James Gunn is known for directing films without much of a strong political agenda, his 2025 movie Superman is blunt about its stance. It’s also surprisingly quite subversive by paralleling real-world conflicts. By having such an iconic character like Superman stand strongly for something, Gunn makes it clear how crucial it is for audiences to stand up for justice in their own communities.

Gunn emphasizes the film’s political focus most strongly through its main characters, including Superman and his arch-nemesis, Lex Luthor. Luthor, a billionaire, spends most of the film trying to eliminate Superman and annex Boravia. Then he would receive half of the Jarhanpurian land that Boravia colonized, which would supply him with all the labor—and money—he needs. This storyline overtly parallels the way that President Donald Trump has grotesquely described Gaza as “incredible real estate” and “oceanfront property” that he would like to own. By having Luthor mirror Trump, Gunn relays that corrupt politicians are among us, and that we have the power to dethrone them, for we are not in a film. 

In order to occupy Jarhanpur, Luthor obtained Kryptonite, Superman’s weakness, to leave him weak and unable to save humanity. When an injured Superman watches the children raise the aforementioned flag on TV,  the song “Raising the Flag” by John Murphy begins to play. The children shout Superman’s name, followed by other civilians, as the camera focuses back on the waving flag. This scene made me hold my breath as I watched their helpless outcry. The screenplay, potent music, and visible human emotion came together eloquently to present a scene of devastation as something that could not be ignored.

For Gunn to have this conflict portrayed via the characters’ televisions while they watch is a bold move. For we, too, are watching similar events occur in places such as Ukraine and Palestine. The children who reside in these war-torn countries with hopes and dreams do not have a Superman. Gunn warns the audience that they must stand up for what is right and cultivate change—in other words, they must also strive to be superheroes.

Gunn’s political focus is ultimately working. Conservatives are fuming over his film, hurling terms like  “woke” and “culture war.” Nonetheless, Gunn’s decision to make these choices in such a visible way, despite anticipating censure and controversy, is not only bold. It also goes to show that silence is not an option—not even for a high-profile Hollywood director. 

Superman Didn’t Dress to Impress: Costume Misses the Mark in DC’s New Take

By Claire B.

When DC released the first official image of David Corenswet in costume as Superman, it immediately made headlines. The reaction? Mixed. The general consensus: he looks tired. Not “the-world-depends-on-me” tired—just sleep-deprived. And while the grim facial expression might reflect the tone of the upcoming film, the real problem lies in something else: the suit.

The outfit consists of textured spandex, muted colors, and a stretch waistband. Not only does it fail to stand out—it doesn’t feel like Superman. His original red, blue, and yellow suit was iconic: bright, bold, and unmistakable. Over the years, fans have praised the clean color scheme and cape. The classic version didn’t need exaggerated textures or overdone designs to prove its point. It simply worked.

This new version, though? It looks like it belongs in a Zack Snyder movie.

Director James Gunn has promised a different take, but based on this first image, it seems like DC is still leaning into the gritty realism it’s been known for in the past decade. It’s not something the franchise needs. After all, costume design plays a huge role in shaping how audiences view characters.

Compare this look to other superheroes: Iron Man’s costume makes him look modern, high-tech, and powerful. Batman’s sleek suit enhances his image as a stealthy, strategic fighter. Captain America’s red, white, and blue gear reflects patriotism and leadership. But Superman’s new look? It just feels… tired.

Costume design is more than aesthetics—it sends a message. A character’s clothing can signal their values, origin, and even their emotional state. With a character as iconic as Superman, it’s crucial to get it right.

Maybe the full film will offer more context. Maybe the outfit will make sense on screen. But for now, Superman’s new suit doesn’t elevate the character—it deflates him.

More Human Than Hero: How James Gunn’s “Superman” Brings Back Hope

By Jada Lee T.C

A thundering boom resounds throughout the city. Cars fly by and people scramble as the explosions intensify. You’re seconds away from being crushed by a massive, green, goblin-like creature. Then you notice a nearby squirrel munching on an acorn—utterly unfazed, not a single thought behind its eyes.

Who would you save: yourself or the squirrel?

If you’re Henry Cavill—who portrayed Superman in the past—you’d wait for the perfect explosion before blasting off into the sky, letting the city, and the squirrel, fall into ruin. But if you’re David Corenswet, who plays Superman in James Gunn’s new film, Superman, every little thing matters. So, you save the squirrel.

Corenswet is a different kind of Superman. He’s more empathetic than past portrayals. It’s a reminder of Superman’s original purpose: his parents sent him to Earth from Krypton with one goal—do good. While Cavill gave a strong performance in 2013’s Man of Steel, his Superman was wrapped in hypermasculinity and often strayed from that foundational ideal. Corenswet, under Gunn’s direction, brings it back. He humanizes the character.

In this film, Gunn also reimagines what a superhero fight can be. Instead of jumping straight into a generic action scene, he slows it down. He doesn’t cut to Clark Kent already suited up—he shows him lacing up his boots. It’s a small but powerful moment that reminds us: Superman is someone who lives like we do. He works a 9-to-5 job at The Daily Planet. He has a routine. And that makes him feel more (super) human than ever.

Gunn’s decision to highlight Superman’s feelings creates space for viewers to connect emotionally. The soundtrack, composed by David Fleming and John Murphy, plays a big role in this. The orchestral melodies—especially the way the trumpets swell—evoke a sense of comfort and hope.

That feeling crescendos in a memorable scene: When the fictional city of Jarhanpur is minutes away from being invaded by the Boravian army, a child stands his ground. He raises a flag bearing the iconic red “S,” gripping the pole tightly and chanting, “Superman! Superman! Superman!”

The technicolor universe of a movie theater is the perfect place to feel the emotions in that scene. As the film’s bright colors illuminate the dark room, they also illuminate your own memories—what it felt like to be a kid, wide-eyed and hopeful.

As we grow older, it gets harder to hold onto that feeling. It becomes easier to surrender to alienation, and Superman understands that.

Of course, it’s not easy. Not everyone has a billionaire trying to destroy them with high-tech weapons. But like us, Superman endures. He dedicates himself to becoming a better human, even though he’s not one. And at some point, we’ve all felt like aliens—different, out of place. What matters is how you choose to own who you are.

James Gunn’s Superman reintroduces the hero’s true purpose: a beacon of hope. In an overcomplicated world, he reminds us that surviving—and staying kind—is our greatest strength.

“Bad Shabbos” Critique: Dysfunctional Dinner, Flat Comedy

By Gabriela Q.

We rarely see a vape used as a subtle critique of Gen Z’s problematic tendencies—except in Daniel Robbins’ 2024 comedy Bad Shabbos, where it’s played with the same charm as a cigar in a film from the ’60s.

Except in Robbins’ case, it felt like a drag.

The main tragedy of the Gelflands—the family at the center of this chaotic Shabbos—is sparked by the youngest son, Adam. Played by Theo Taplitz, Adam’s stereotypically rebellious teen behavior sets off a series of events that ends with the death of Benjamin, the not-so-permanent boyfriend of his older sister Abby. The cause? A roofied drink—though the drug in question is just crushed laxatives.

Now, not only is Benjamin gone, but so is his vape addiction.

The vape, alongside other absurd plot points—like a misplaced Japanese tapestry and a hellish doorman named Cano (played by Alok Tewari)—allows the film to spiral into a comedy of dysfunction, but ultimately leaves a theater full of unfulfilled viewers.

At one point, Ellen (Kyra Sedgwick), the strong-willed matriarch, makes a questionable oral fixation joke that seems like an attempt to unify the audience. The question is: are we supposed to laugh, or cringe?

Beyond Abby’s mishaps, the real stars of the show are David (Jon Bass) and Meg (Meghan Leathers), a newly engaged couple still navigating their relationship—and Ellen’s stiff resistance to Meg as a future daughter-in-law.

The film clearly wants to appeal to fans of chaotic family comedies like Meet the Fockers, but it stumbles before the halfway point.

From random flashbacks to Benjamin’s bloodied corpse (including a particularly bizarre moment where the family cat licks his forehead) to drawn-out awkward moments, Robbins seems hesitant to move beyond the cringeworthy family comedy trope.

But once dinner begins, the momentum finally picks up.

Infusing an awkward family dinner with a murder twist isn’t easy—but making it funny is even harder.

The best humor in the film comes from the back-and-forth between Richard (the family patriarch) and John (Meg’s father). Soup flies across the table like it’s a kindergarten cafeteria fight. Bloodied sleeves lead to uncomfortable, off-key chants. The most memorable scenes aren’t built on the thin murder plot, but on the chaos at the dinner table.

Bad Shabbos doesn’t shine in its shock value—it shines, occasionally, in its honest depiction of what it feels like to sit through a deeply uncomfortable family holiday. That’s where the real comedy lies.

The Movie was Super, Man!

By Rida M.

I never believed in superheroes. Sure, I saw them in advertisements, but to me, they were just regular heroes, conquering identical monsters in different costumes. There was nothing super about them—besides the fact that their costumes were super ugly.

But James Gunn, the writer and director of Superman, changed my mind.

Despite having no popcorn or blanket, Gunn cleverly instilled a sense of optimism in his film, using surprising elements like antiwar messaging and positive masculinity. It sank me into my seat and pulled me into the world of the DC Universe. By touching on real, sensitive topics, Gunn made this superhero story something genuinely super.

The film opens with Clark Kent (David Corenswet), and I was immediately captivated by his insane face card. Working at the Daily Planet, a media company, Kent juggles a full-time job with being a superhero. This double life adds humor and depth right from the start. Since he’s a journalist who helps give a voice to the voiceless, it ties perfectly to his hero identity—and the fact that he goes as far as saving a squirrel mid-battle says a lot about his character.

The first few scenes of Kent’s “normal” life are light and playful, with jumpy screen-panning that feels cute and comic book–like. But it doesn’t last long—something Gunn’s known for, especially from his Guardians of the Galaxy films. Clark is soon ousted by the villain Lex Luthor (Nicholas Hoult—yes, the guy with the horrendous bald cap), who alienates him from his friends and the public.

Instead of portraying Superman as cold and unbothered during this rough time, Gunn takes a different approach. He shows Kent crying and expressing emotion. Rather than the stoic, tough-guy hero, this Superman is vulnerable, human, and real.

The film also explores the devastating war between two nations, Boravia and Jarhanpur, in a way that’s rare for the superhero genre. Gunn takes it further by tying the fictional war to real-life politics—specifically, the Israeli-Palestinian conflict. By having Superman support Jarhanpur (a clear stand-in for Palestine), Gunn makes a bold choice in a time when public support for Palestine in the U.S. is controversial. He may have faced backlash, but this moment proves that pop culture—especially a franchise as mainstream as Superman—can be a powerful tool for change.

That said, the movie isn’t perfect. There are sexist portrayals that made me raise an eyebrow. For example, Daily Planet reporter Cat (Mikaela Hoover) wears a revealing top and comes off more like a character built for viewer pleasure. It becomes even more obvious when she starts jumping in joy during one of Superman’s fights—a moment that felt super weird and unnecessary. Another character, Eve (Sara Sampaio), is reduced to a “dumb blonde” stereotype and mostly used to pass along information. It was disappointing to see these female characters used mainly for comic relief.

Still, Gunn’s thoughtful takes on masculinity and war are what truly set Superman apart from other superhero movies…no shade. That’s why I can say this film left a lasting impact on me… even as someone who’s never really enjoyed superhero movies before (guilty).

‘Bad Shabbos’ Review: Dinner Conversation Hits a New Low After Someone Drops the Topic–and a corpse.

By Yullianne L.

What would it take for you to hide a dead body for your family member? In Bad Shabbos, directed by Daniel Robbins, that question is not a hypothetical. In the indie film, David (Jon Bass) and Meg (Meghan Leathers)’s interfaith Sabbath dinner takes a dark comedic turn, when their attempt to bring together the in-laws plunges into chaos after discovering one of their guest’s dead body on the bathroom floor. As religion, tradition, and family dynamics blend together, the film turns a sacred evening into a panicked scramble to cover up a body and to keep the peace between families. 

Set in the heart of the Jewish community of New York’s Upper West Side, Bad Shabbos manages to balance being both a cultural comedy and a portrait of chaotic family dynamics. Robbins and Co-writer Zack Weiner capture the discomfort and deeply-rooted love that defines family gatherings and the culture shock that the interfaith families experience. While some jokes in the dialogues lean into Jewish stereotypes, all of the jokes are incredibly chuckle-worthy and better to watch with a crowd. They also take on several dysfunctional family dramas in their dialogues, highlighting universal family tensions: sibling rivalries, parental judgement, and desperate desire to make a good impression. Throughout the film, the cold, lifeless body in the bathroom ironically becomes a vessel that helps reconnect the family with their love for one another.

At the film’s core is David’s spiraling anxiety, which is both hilarious and heartbreakingly familiar. As he tries to keep his opinionated Jewish parents away from Meg’s Catholic parents, he struggles to satisfy everyone. Robbins doesn’t shy away from exploring pressures placed in interfaith relationships, the film shows particularly of Meg’s expectations to convert, as she was pressured to convert to Judaism to be “good enough” specifically for David’s mother. These moments of tension keeps the film relatable and real, as it balances the fast-paced comedy with lasting emotional impressions to the audience.

Family relationships are the film’s strongest element. The dinner table becomes a war zone of conflicting personalities and egos: Abby (Milana Vayntrub), David’s argumentative sister, constantly provokes their teenage brother Adam (Theo Taplitz), whose slightly sociopathic edge adds to the unpredictable element during dinner. Benjamin (Ashley Zukerman), Abby’s cocky boyfriend, adds fuel to the fire with his personal conflict with Adam. David clings to Jordan (Method Man), the building’s doorman, who becomes an emotional anchor for him as things continue to spiral out of control. 

Visually, Robbins enhances the film’s anxiety and absurdity with sharp editing and cinematography. The quick jump cuts, particularly during David’s mirror pep talks, reflects his inner chaos, while the warm and symmetrical color grading brings out a similarity in Wes Anderson’s film-making style. The camera’s smooth panning when David’s parents are discussing the dinner allows more perspective to be shown to the audience, like they’re actually in the room when they’re speaking. 

 Bad Shabbos is ultimately more than just a dark comedy– it’s a heartfelt and hilarious look at what we’re willing to do for our families, even if it means hiding a body. 

The Humor of Being Forgotten: Daniel Robbins’s “Bad Shabbos” Neglects The Middle Child 

By Clara T.

At threaded fingers comes the daybreak of David and Meg’s relationship, grasping each other in hope for an easy dinner when their Jewish and Catholic families collide at last—a prayer for the journey ahead. Scenes apart, the introduction of Abby and Benjamin is not as ginger. She urges him to go inside her parents’ apartment, becoming cordless when he distances himself for a smoke. Abby—the middle child in the family—is never given a fair shake in Daniel Robbins’s film Bad Shabbos. She is caught in the push and pull, never finding true support.

Daniel Robbins, a director known for the horror films Pledge and Uncaged, seems to be pivoting away from his usual terrain with Bad Shabbos, which partly opens in appearance as a Hallmark-esque film about a family gathering for a warm holiday dinner. Yet something is clearly off. Framed as an interreligious parable, Bad Shabbos attempts to say that familial strife can be resolved in the face of sin—even murder. Although Robbins blatantly implies there will be no “good shabbos” in this story, could it be too much to ask for good direction?

While Robbins presumably set out to make a Hanukkah family movie, it is in fact a murder comedy—one floating with offensiveness and thoughtlessness. Here, the tension is meant to lie between matriarch Ellen (Kyra Sedgwick), who sweetly condescends that Judaism is “a household plant” passed down through generations of women, and almost-daughter-in-law and laborious convert Meg, whose efforts to swing from the Catholicism she was raised with to her fiancé’s religion, Judaism, are likened to taking “online courses in gardening.” They interact as foils in symmetrical frames that capture the generational gap dilemma in religious communities—centered the way Wes Anderson might.

By contrast, the woman in this hereditary line—Ellen’s daughter Abby (Milana Vayntrub)—is largely neglected. Robbins overlooks the actual strain between mother and daughter, even though Abby is the girlfriend of the murdered man who cheated on her. While Abby’s older brother David, her younger brother Adam (Theo Taplitz), and her father Richard (David Paymer) grieve with her following the death, Robbins falls into the stereotype of ignoring the middle child.

Abby is the true compass of the Bad Shabbos ensemble, even when Robbins makes heroes of everyone but her. Robbins turns the doorman Jordan (Method Man) into the concluding savior when he impersonates Abby’s dead boyfriend at the dinner table to avert suspicion—kissing Abby to increase believability, without her consent. One of the few tender moments is when Abby, wordless, conveys her sorrow, revealing she had known her boyfriend was cheating all along. That is the singular mystery revealed—if anyone came in expecting a murder mystery.

The family members are all losers in the end, but at least they are closer to one another—except Abby. While David supports Meg, Meg struggles for Ellen, Jordan aids David and Richard, and Richard and Ellen baby Adam—what kind of support is it if it takes a murder to realize Abby’s suffering?

Robbins’s rise in the comedy genre is positioned as a Messianic Age or a Second Coming of a directorial debut—but it is everything but. Much like Bad Shabbos unites everyone but Abby.

“Bad Shabbos” Is Actually Bad: A Comedy That Misses Its Mark

By Jiondae D.

The laws of Shabbat argue that if one is not bedridden, even minor medications should be prohibited. While this violates Shabbat rules, nothing is worse than betraying the Ten Commandments—arguably in the worst way: murder.

These conflicting ideas collide in Daniel Robbins’ film Bad Shabbos.

After joining his girlfriend’s family for Shabbat dinner, Benjamin’s fate is sealed the moment he reveals his colitis diagnosis—and makes a few offhand comments to his girlfriend’s brother, Adam. Soon after, Adam drugs him with laxatives.

Despite losing Benjamin early on, his death fails to create suspense. Instead, it becomes an excuse to launch into a series of underwhelming scenes that make the moment feel almost comedic.

The film takes place in an Upper West Side apartment in New York City, home to Mr. and Mrs. Gelfland and their youngest son, Adam. They invite their two older children and their partners to celebrate Shabbat dinner. Roughly 20 minutes in, Benjamin drinks laxatives. After a comical struggle with his pants and a race to the toilet, he slips, hits his head, and passes away—off-screen, in the bathroom.

Typically, a film’s climax occurs about 90% of the way through. But in Bad Shabbos, Benjamin’s death happens so quickly and chaotically that the rest of the film struggles to find purpose. Audiences don’t pay over twenty dollars to watch a twenty-minute movie, and unfortunately, the remaining runtime becomes a collection of scenes that are more mediocre than meaningful. The cat’s unhinged behavior and wasted food do little to elevate the tone.

Even more jarring is the hypocrisy on display. The Jewish parents mock their daughter for using a car during Shabbat while their son—who killed a guest—is shielded from consequences. This contradiction darkens the already uneven tone of the film.

And just when it seems the chaos is over, the future in-laws arrive. What should be an opportunity for dramatic tension turns into another shallow gag. Glaring looks from the mother and spilled soup are played for laughs, but it’s not as funny as the filmmakers may have hoped. Instead, it feels like filler—lacking imagination and failing to build on earlier scenes that had at least a little more personality.

Benjamin’s death becomes less important with every scene. What could’ve grounded the film in something dark and compelling instead becomes tasteless. This isn’t just an ordinary Shabbat.

It’s the epitome of carelessness.

“Bad Shabbos”, Good Movie: A Chaotic Dinner Worth Watching

By David R.

Director Daniel Robbins’ tour de force, Bad Shabbos begins with the end. Two elderly Jewish men stroll down a New York City street at night. One begins telling a joke. The punchline? A corpse plummets from a nearby building, landing in front of them. The film then rewinds to tell the story of the night preceding this event.

David and Meg, portrayed by Jon Bass and Meghan Leathers respectively, are an interfaith couple engaged to be married. Unfortunately, there are a few problems for the young lovers.

The first issue is Meg’s parents, conservative Catholics from Wisconsin, who—while never stating it outright—are clearly displeased with Meg’s conversion to Judaism. Another issue is David’s mother, whose passive-aggressive remarks toward Meg create tension in their relationship.

These concerns come to a head on the night of Shabbos—the weekly Jewish day of rest from Friday sunset to Saturday sunset. While Meg gives Judaism her best effort, David’s mother (played by Kyra Sedgwick) is slow to accept her. In spite of her better judgment, Meg invites her staunchly religious parents to Shabbos dinner.

Upon arriving at the apartment, the audience is introduced to David’s screw-up brother, Adam (Theo Taplitz). Taplitz’s performance is wickedly delightful. His character is sharply written, offering a thoughtful and provocative satire of toxic masculinity. Taplitz’s acting, combined with clever writing by Robbins and Zack Weiner, keeps the audience riveted whenever Adam appears.

Other notable characters include David’s sardonic sister Abby (Milana Vayntrub), Abby’s philandering boyfriend Benjamin (Ashley Zukerman), David’s eccentric father Richard (David Paymer), the charismatic doorman Jordan (played by rapper Cliff “Method Man” Smith Jr.), and Meg’s stiff parents (John Bedford Lloyd and Catherine Curtin). Every actor adds something memorable, with Lloyd and Curtin portraying unintentionally bigoted parents in a grounded yet hilarious way.

Early in the evening, Benjamin and Adam begin to clash. After enduring one too many sarcastic remarks, Adam slips laxatives into Benjamin’s drink—unaware that Benjamin has colitis. In a frantic attempt to reach the bathroom, Benjamin slips, fatally hitting his head. What follows is a hilarious scramble to hide the body, roping the entire family into an increasingly absurd cover-up.

My one complaint? The twist was a bit predictable. As soon as Benjamin was introduced, I suspected he was the corpse from the opening scene (no character that unlikable escapes punishment). Still, the execution was funny, and the moment remained an effective plot device.

Finally, what I appreciated most was the sincerity of the film. Many comedies that center on American subcultures tend to satirize or undermine the communities they depict. Bad Shabbos, however, is better described as a celebration of Jewish-American life. From the reprise of “Bum Biddy” from Adam Sandler’s Eight Crazy Nights to the heartfelt speech by David’s sister Abby, the film honors Jewish culture and finds humor in the most unlikely places.

In “Bad Shabbos,” Daniel Robbins Paints Gritty Family without the Tropes

By Ashanty R.

In apartment 10B on the Upper West Side, wingback chairs and towering bookshelves decorate the living room. Untouched plates set the stage for an orderly Friday Sabbath banquet. The audience is immediately pulled into the world of an upper-middle-class family putting on their brightest smiles.

Caught up by the highbrow decorum, it wouldn’t cross a viewer’s mind to check the bathroom for a body. 

Director Daniel Robbins delivers a dark comedy that upends the “dysfunctional family” trope by leaning all the way in. Bad Shabbos follows an interfaith couple, Meg and David, attending a Shabbat dinner with David’s family; hyper-observant matriarch Ellen; mild-mannered patriarch Richard; wisecracking sister Abby, her philandering boyfriend, Benjamin, who has unfortunate digestive problems; and Adam, the socially awkward younger brother known for impulsive pranks. 

Then Adam kills Benjamin.

To be fair, it was an accident. A subtle wrist flicking crushed laxative pills into a cocktail sends Benjamin rushing down the hall with a gurgling gut. Futile attempts to pull down his pants cause him to crack his head on the bathroom sink, and from there, he’s a goner.

While there was some finger-pointing in the beginning – because who wouldn’t blame a murderer for murder? –  they make a choice: protect their own.

Was it morally wrong? Absolutely. 

But Bad Shabbos couldn’t care less about moralizing, and they never said they did. It’s alluring because of the messy, contradicting truths about family that lie under each dynamic, each decision, and each quip.

The biggest one?

They fight like feral dogs, nipping at each other’s wounds and beaming when the other bites back. But they would pull their teeth before turning one of their own in. 

“We’re not good people,” Abby mutters as she begrudgingly drags Benjamin’s body toward the fire escape, “but we’re our people.”

Robbins refreshingly rejects the posterboard Hollywood route to family. Trading in the estrangements and disownments, he brings a murkier take to the table. These characters do more than skip hand-in-hand into the horizon. They snap, snark, and plot just like we do – but when a crisis hits, they become one..

It’s especially clear in a scene when Adam, once the black sheep of the family, is herded by his siblings through the decently-competent clean up posed by their lobbyist, Jordan, who his siblings managed to pull into the coverup. Adam’s parents are fully complicit, too. Ellen’s well-timed “kitchen mishap” delays all talks of dinner and deflects suspicion from the incriminating hallway, while Richard hosts “Shabbat hymns” at the table with closed eyes – buying David enough time to turn his bloody cuff inside-out.

Admittedly, Bad Shabbos plays some scenes for laughs. But emotional residue sticks to the audience even as they leave the screening. 

The film holds up a mirror, calling to mind every subtle elbowing and quick-whipped insult that burns tongues at home. But it also brings to mind also every caring hand wiping away tears and every smothering bear hug. It’s every eye roll and painstakingly grunted, “I love you,” followed-up with a quick jab — because we can never get too comfortable with family, right?

While your misfit family may not lug around a body, scrub bathroom tiles, or trash damning lobby footage, Bad Shabbos makes it clear that even a disjointed herd still moves as one.