Vera Farmiga and Patrick Wilson have found a lot of success with the Conjuring movies, low-ish budget demon possession creepers that make a lot of money at the box office. The third film in the main series, The Conjuring: The Devil Made Me Do It, is out in theaters (and on HBO Max) on June 4, which means it’s time for another Farmiga-Wilson windfall.
They work well together in the films, playing real-life husband and wife exorcists who always get too close to the case. But they can’t do this demon stuff forever, presumably. So what could this pair of likable actors do together in the future? We have some ideas.
Famous pop singer and actor Lila “L.J.” Jepps (Farmiga) and himbo movie star with a heart of gold Cal Cambridge (Wilson) used to date. In the early 2000s, they were the hottest tabloid couple in the world—they did two movies together (well-intentioned comedy-drama Ms. Maryland and the notorious bomb Jee-Jee, a modern update of Gigi) and Cal appeared in one of L.J.’s music videos (for the song “L.J. on the L Train”). In the ensuing years, they split up, had their own families, and rode the highs and lows of their miraculous careers. Now in their late 40s and decidedly single, L.J. and Cal have found themselves longing for each other. Either they were always meant to be together, or they’re just feeling nostalgic. Throwing caution and publicist pressure to the wind, they reunite, traveling to Key West—paparazzi in tow—to see if there’s still something there. Nisha Ganatra directs this sparkling, witty, melancholy romantic comedy about the real people behind the personas.
When a deadly pandemic breaks out, the internet is rife with theories that it wasn’t a natural occurrence. Did the virus somehow escape from a secretive, high-security virology lab located in the mountains outside Denver? Dr. Dana Drake (Farmiga) is on the case to find the truth, aided improbably by a local sheriff, Nate Nixon (Wilson), who has a personal score to settle after the disease laid low half of his small town. As they fight off meddlesome bureaucrats and get closer to an answer, Dana and Nate realize that it’s not just biology they’re dealing with—there’s some chemistry there, too. Directed by Lesli Linka Glatter, The Leak is a throwback mystery-romance with a decidedly modern resonance.
Callie Kent (Farmiga) is on top of the world. Her third self-help book, You Can Get There From Here, is a runaway bestseller, she’s moved into a stunning Brooklyn Heights townhouse, and her daughter, Izzy (The Baby-Sitters Club star Momona Tamada), just got into the most elite private school in the city. But suddenly it all comes crashing down when an old photo from Callie’s youth resurfaces. There’s teenage Callie as debutante queen at an annual Omaha event that has strong ties to some of the worst people in America. Did Callie know that she was participating in a ritual with a terrible historical context, or was she just an innocent kid who didn’t know any better? While Callie struggles to win back Izzy’s respect, an arch-conservative Nebraska congressman, Lyle Standish (Wilson), starts speaking out on her behalf. He thinks there’s nothing wrong with the Masked Knight Ball, that the wealthy oligarchs of Omaha are just honoring their heritage. Is this the kind of defender Callie wants? And who is being defended, really? Who is Callie Kent? Her self-identity fractures as she spirals out in Mike White’s bleak comedy about race, class, and complicity.
Something under the earth is stirring. After their long dormancy, millions of bugs are readying to unleash themselves upon the world and begin their fleeting mating period. It’s an expected event, a strange fact of known science. Only, the ground has been so poisoned by toxic and radioactive substances since the cicadas’ last bloom that this time, they’re coming back wrong. Intrepid cryptozoologists Cara Sandpiper (Farmiga) and Dylan Robicheaux (Wilson) are the only ones ringing the alarm bell about the coming super swarm, pleading with the U.S. president (Jimmy Smits) to do something before millions of Americans fall victim to the horde of horny, murderous insects. It’s a race against the clock—and Mother Nature—in Roland Emmerich’s tense disaster thriller, featuring music star Rita Ora as a popular social media influencer and conspiracy theorist.
Get Your Kinks Out!
All Keith Sassman (Wilson) wants to do this June is have some fun at Pride. It’s been a long year of social isolation, and he’s itching to go march in the parade, dance to his favorite divas’ songs, and maybe meet a handsome guy for an early-summer fling. But local busybody Tanya Tumble (Farmiga) has a different June in mind. She thinks Pride has gotten too flagrant, too kid-unfriendly. She launches a campaign to clean up the gayborhood’s annual bacchanal, pitting herself in a war against Keith and others like him who want to express themselves as fully as they can. The Prom’s Matthew Sklar writes the tunes for this delightful musical comedy about sexual mores and changing norms, directed by Hacks creator Lucia Aniello. There are can’t-miss supporting turns—from Daphne Rubin-Vega as local lesbian leather bar owner Darla Staples and Richard Madden as Keith’s love interest, Adam Steves—and a whole host of catchy earworms, like “Claps for Chaps,” “Putting the P in Pride,” and “Poppers Lament (Reprise).”
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