ELEANOR THE GREAT (2025) Scarlett Johansson / Writer: Tory Kamen / Cinematographer: Hélène Louvart (1.85 : 1) / Design: Happy Massee / Editor: Harry Jierjian / Composer: Dustin O'Halloran / Acted by: June Squibb, Erin Kellyman, Rita Zohar, Will Price, Stephen Singer, and Elaine Bromka / USA / Rating: PG-13 / Distributor: Sony Pictures Classics / Length: 98 mins.
We’re greeted by an etching of a rabbi in the hallway, Eleanor’s (June Squibb, gaining spunk with every passing minute of screen time) roommate Bessie (Rita Zohar) speaking Yiddish, and a close-up of a Star of David dangling in the kitchen window. Jewish, anyone? And that’s just the first 60 seconds of subtlety-free storytelling. Technically, only one of the two is passing. Their friendship dates back almost as far as their memories. When it comes to being an “honorary” Jew, it’s a case of guilt by association for Eleanor. Stopping just short of dazzling the viewer with its lack of complexity, Eleanor the Great simply grates.
Duck! Here comes the premise: no sooner does Holocaust survivor Bessie die than Eleanor happens upon a support group for survivors. Before you can say “George Santos,” she pretends to fit right in by filching Bessie’s story and claiming it as her own. It's polite by comparison when the sugary old coot defiantly tall-fingers a woman in synagogue who dares to shush her for talking. Why the hell would anyone, let alone a Mrs. Claus doppleganger who’s about as yiddish as a buttermilk-fried ham hock, stoop so low as to impersonate a Holocaust survivor?
A grieving journalism major in the crowd (Erin Kellyman) and her recently-widowed father (Chiwetel Ejiofor), an esteemed news broadcaster, combine to give Eleanor a shot at the limelight. Dad spins her imaginary tale as a “psychology of loss” week-long special series on the news.
Eleanor gets off on masquerading as a holocaust survivor and the center-of-attention status it offers. Her selfishness can’t be attributable to dementia; there’s been no sign of cognitive decline in the feisty 94-year-old, just the occasional lapse in taste. On the contrary. Eleanor is possessed by a feisty streak that finds her snappily condescending to all those she encounters, particularly those under thirty.
Call me curmudgeonly, but I despised everything this supposed feel-good charmer threw at me. Targeted geezer porn spiked with a jigger of Holocaust sentimentalization made for an unforgivable combination. And just in time for Awards season! Zero Stars
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ELEANOR THE GREAT (2025) Scarlett Johansson / Writer: Tory Kamen / Cinematographer: Hélène Louvart (1.85 : 1) / Design: Happy Massee / Editor: Harry Jierjian / Composer: Dustin O'Halloran / Acted by: June Squibb, Erin Kellyman, Rita Zohar, Will Price, Stephen Singer, and Elaine Bromka / USA / Rating: PG-13 / Distributor: Sony Pictures Classics / Length: 98 mins.
We’re greeted by an etching of a rabbi in the hallway, Eleanor’s (June Squibb, gaining spunk with every passing minute of screen time) roommate Bessie (Rita Zohar) speaking Yiddish, and a close-up of a Star of David dangling in the kitchen window. Jewish, anyone? And that’s just the first 60 seconds of subtlety-free storytelling. Technically, only one of the two is passing. Their friendship dates back almost as far as their memories. When it comes to being an “honorary” Jew, it’s a case of guilt by association for Eleanor. Stopping just short of dazzling the viewer with its lack of complexity, Eleanor the Great simply grates.
Duck! Here comes the premise: no sooner does Holocaust survivor Bessie die than Eleanor happens upon a support group for survivors. Before you can say “George Santos,” she pretends to fit right in by filching Bessie’s story and claiming it as her own. It's polite by comparison when the sugary old coot defiantly tall-fingers a woman in synagogue who dares to shush her for talking. Why the hell would anyone, let alone a Mrs. Claus doppleganger who’s about as yiddish as a buttermilk-fried ham hock, stoop so low as to impersonate a Holocaust survivor?
A grieving journalism major in the crowd (Erin Kellyman) and her recently-widowed father (Chiwetel Ejiofor), an esteemed news broadcaster, combine to give Eleanor a shot at the limelight. Dad spins her imaginary tale as a “psychology of loss” week-long special series on the news.
Eleanor gets off on masquerading as a holocaust survivor and the center-of-attention status it offers. Her selfishness can’t be attributable to dementia; there’s been no sign of cognitive decline in the feisty 94-year-old, just the occasional lapse in taste. On the contrary. Eleanor is possessed by a feisty streak that finds her snappily condescending to all those she encounters, particularly those under thirty.
Call me curmudgeonly, but I despised everything this supposed feel-good charmer threw at me. Targeted geezer porn spiked with a jigger of Holocaust sentimentalization made for an unforgivable combination. And just in time for Awards season! Zero Stars
Now playing at a theatre near you.
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