No Hands On The Clock

So many things change. Few things ever change. Long ago, barely any time at all, I went to see Paul Thomas Anderson’s BOOGIE NIGHTS at the Hollywood Galaxy on opening weekend in 1997 when about halfway through the film broke. Oddly enough, this happened only seconds after the shocking end of the New Year’s Eve sequence which, everything else aside, might be the perfect place to put an intermission. The crowd reaction to this was not good, as you would imagine, and they let the theater know this. But in the middle of all those people complaining and along with my own annoyance at having the film interrupted, this was also a slight issue for me that day because I was supposed to meet a friend immediately after right down the street at the Chinese to see DEVIL’S ADVOCATE which also opened that weekend. After several minutes of worrying the film finally started up again, eventually ended and I made it to see Keanu Reeves & Al Pacino just in time. All these years later that double bill feels like one of the best afternoons at the movies I’ve ever had. And there I was only some months back now, so long ago, down the street at the Vista in the fall of 2025 seeing the latest Paul Thomas Anderson film ONE BATTLE AFTER ANOTHER playing on its first afternoon to a sold out house in the full glory of VistaVision when at roughly forty-seven minutes in the film broke, actually burning up in the frame. Considering all the hype around the format of the presentation it was easy to be concerned, even though this time I had nowhere else to be. But everyone in the theater stayed calm as if they correctly knew the theater would get it fixed shortly and that’s exactly what happened. The film played without further interruptions and went on to its lengthy run at the theater. This may not be much of a story, but it did happen.

The VistaVision element was a huge part of how the film was being sold at the time, complete with actual punch cards handed out at the Vista detailing all the formats you could see it in. Now, with all of that over but hopefully with revival screenings in the future whether in 70mm, 35mm or even actual VistaVision, what we’re left with is the film itself which can easily be called the best of 2025 and possibly even the best of the years surrounding it. This is also a film that means so much right now, so much more than others do, and now still less than a year after it opened, ONE BATTLE AFTER ANOTHER already feels like an essential film of the moment as well as an essential part of what’s going on around us. It already feels like a film that matters and will continue to matter, that what it’s saying means something as so much is spiraling out of control. Along with the very serious notions that it confronts about the past, future and present we’re being forced to live in, every moment of the film is infused with an undeniable feeling of pure intensity as it builds through the increasing suspense of the ongoing chase that keeps going through the second half, as well as some of the funniest moments in any film over the past few years. But it also contains an emotional power that I can’t shake and even after multiple viewings, the film remains a completely exhilarating experience. Down to the very last frame, it feels like what a film is supposed to be, what a film needs to be, at this moment in time. And it feels like it’s going to continue to be exactly that.

“Ghetto” Pat Calhoun (Leonardo DiCaprio) is an explosives expert for the revolutionary group the French 75, intent on breaking out immigrants held in migrant centers and spreading their message through various means, wreaking havoc on banks as well as politicians. He’s also the lover of fellow French 75 member Perfidia Beverly Hills (Teyana Taylor) who comes from a long line of revolutionaries, unlike Pat. When she encounters Steven J. Lockjaw (Sean Penn), one of the commanding officers in charge, during one of their breakouts and he becomes immediately obsessed with her which includes coercing her into sex with him. She soon gives birth to a baby girl and though Pat is now focused on the baby, Perfidia continues her revolutionary activities which soon go bad when a security guard is killed during a bank robbery. She is arrested, then after pressure from Lockjaw whose interest in her has continued, gives up her cohorts and as she goes into Witness Protection, Pat flees with the baby. But Perfidia quickly abandons her new situation and escapes across the border to Mexico. Sixteen years later, Pat is now living under the identity of Bob Ferguson with the girl (Chase Infiniti) now known as Willa Ferguson, sixteen years old and very much her own person who, like most teenagers, is always arguing with her father. Lockjaw, meanwhile, has risen in the ranks of the military and now has the chance to join the ultra-secret white supremacist group known as the Christmas Adventurers Club but he must use his authority to track down the girl he believes to be his daughter and wipe every trace linking him to Perfidia away.

Sometimes you can feel how special a film is down in your bones as you experience it for the first time and you know that this is only going to be the first viewing of many. How the very act of seeing that film is going to become addictive. And sometimes I can’t stop watching ONE BATTLE AFTER ANOTHER or at the very least I don’t want to. Right from the start the film offers a feeling of exhilaration which becomes so entertaining, so full of life, so moving and terrifying, always willing to embrace the ideas that keep on popping through it and always willing to confront them, turning every scene into yet another extension of all the ideas it wants to explore. Through its examination of what people become in this version of the world we’re currently living in, how they grow and change through different times, along with how much what we do affects the generation to come, it fits in perfectly with every single film Paul Thomas Anderson has made up to this point. In many ways, it feels like a sort of culmination of so many of the ideas that he’s been exploring. Every moment is thrilling, each character pops even if they only appear for an instant, every scene feels so finely honed down to its essence and what it needs to be. The way the film makes its choices is fearless, finding the correct tone between the outrageously satirical and the deadly serious nature of the time we live in which is unavoidable as well as feeling all too recognizable. Through this, it becomes one of the few films to acknowledge how dangerous the current moment really is as well as how absurd, somehow finding a way to satirize what already feels too much like satire in the first place no matter how hateful and reprehensible it is, no matter how much what these people truly are feels worse than we ever imagined. But the film also knows what can be found in the sense of joy which can come out being unrelentingly defiant against that hatred and it fits in perfectly with Paul Thomas Anderson’s other films while at the same time becoming more of a crowd pleaser than they have ever been before. Being a crowd pleaser isn’t what makes it great. But the rush you get from that effect by the end of the film is undeniable.

So much of what the film is can be found in the sense of movement. The film begins in motion, after all, and the uneasy feeling begins right from the first notes of music played over the Warner Bros. logo, the feeling that what’s about to happen matters. Perfidia Beverly Hills is the one seen first, her steady walk facing the oncoming trucks on the freeway checking out the scene of the immigrant detention center before their attack. ONE BATTLE AFTER ANOTHER, written by Paul Thomas Anderson and inspired by "Vineland" by Thomas Pynchon, barely sits still for a moment, with a sense of jagged momentum that keeps moving every second forward, a fusion of camerawork, editing and music which becomes seamless in a way that makes them all fit together. “Ghetto” Pat, the ostensible main character, appears soon enough but Perfidia is the one seen first, through his eyes as well as ours, and she’s the one who is really causing this forward motion even as she remains an enigma to us and everyone else in the film, one of several strong, extremely sexualized women of color among these revolutionaries and only willing to explain themselves on their own terms. The first half-hour of the film is in some ways an enigma as well, plot details getting revealed with an exhilaration to each movement and every single cut but there’s little to understand that can’t be read in her face, a Mona Lisa who doesn’t let anyone know her motivations even though the men around her think they can. The mystery of what she does through what feels like the complete denial of her pregnancy both before and after which is never explained and instead of trying to understand it herself, in the end she merely flees. And the film becomes about the hole her absence creates, especially considering how unusual it is for such a prominent character to exit a film this early unless they’ve been killed off, and it’s the hole anyone’s absence leaves when you don’t fully understand so nothing can feel complete ever again. Perfidia was basically the main character, then suddenly she drops out of the film so her daughter Willa essentially assumes the mantle of the film’s main character from her mother because there’s no one else around who can live up to it.

And the film does keep moving through all this, but it also starts nowhere in particular. It’s set in a time that could be this moment, it could be 16 years ago for us or maybe not, even with all the references to social media and Tom Cruise, whenever that really is. The way Terry Gilliam’s BRAZIL began with a title card reading “Somewhere in the 20th Century” this film could be set somewhere, anywhere, in the 21st, a century in which so many things have collapsed into a bland sort of sameness, just like how in the Gilliam film things stay the same while nothing seems to work anymore. Partly set in the sanctuary city of Bakton Cross, wherever this is supposed to be, there’s a reference to Bob drinking at the Rustic Inn although presumably not the one down the street from me in Los Feliz where I used to go all the time but could very well be named for it anyway. The French 75 is partly a fantasy version of what a true revolutionary group would be if it existed now leading to absurdist extremes but the film only takes that idea so far and knows they’re a bunch of fuck ups, good at the speeches but not so much at the actions, the way Shayna A. McHayle’s Junglepussy gets everyone’s attention during the bank robbery but is immediately thrown off by what her colleague Perfidia is doing off to the side to change the narrative. Unlike the other side they still seem human, no matter how dangers they still might be. They’re the side that knows how to fuck without getting hung up about it, even if Perfidia knows how to keep her secrets from Ghetto Pat. And the other side doesn’t know how to handle this at all. In other words, the film is set right now.

Among other things, Paul Thomas Anderson films are also about family. This really doesn’t need to be questioned. Of course, what a family really is can mean any number of different things and whether it’s literally that or the people who become a family as they become part of each other’s lives. Sometimes this is about the idea of parents and what they are as we try to understand the hold that they have over us forever, like it or not. HARD EIGHT is about a man who essentially becomes a surrogate parent to his protégé while keeping his own secret about what he knows about the younger man’s real father. BOOGIE NIGHTS is about a family created after the main character flees his real mother who is last seen heartlessly screaming at him in a way that always hits a little too close to home for me. MAGNOLIA has Tom Cruise’s Frank T.J. Mackey refusing to forgive until he breaks down but it still feels ambivalent, uncertain of forgiveness and whether it can ever be deserved. This can go on, but after PHANTOM THREAD which ends with a birth when two people have finally come together as the union they have created becomes undeniable and in LICORICE PIZZA which ends with Gary and Alana also coming together, whatever that really means, ONE BATTLE AFTER ANOTHER begins at things fully from the point of view of the parents, aware of who they’ve been and how they’ve screwed things up with the offspring needing the entire film before they can come to peace with where they came from but the relationships also blur the line on which is which.

Col. Steven J. Lockjaw is given just enough power to make him a threat while being pathetic to his very core, refusing to admit his own sexuality to himself and looking only for what he believes he deserves, an Anakin Skywalker of the real world turned Darth Vader looking to destroy his own offspring, who in her own way might be a Luke Skywalker. Or maybe she’s just someone trying to make the world better, living in the shadow of what was her very pregnant mother, each of them seen at different points going through training, firing that giant machine gun followed by the similar framing of her daughter firing another weapon under the watchful eyes of the Sisters of the Brave Beaver (maybe the one section of the film which feels like it got short shrift in the edit even as the piercing voice of April Grace, also the reporter interviewing Tom Cruise in MAGNOLIA, as head nun Sister Rochelle is difficult to shake) as well as the haunted look of Regina Hall close by watching each time, maybe thinking of the past, maybe wondering if it can all go wrong again.

“Sixteen years later, the world had changed very little,” goes that very short piece of narration when the film jumps forward. Of course it has. It all goes by in a flash, and it cuts in right on that first shot of Willa, everything good and hopeful in the world in her beaming face. The film presents an exaggeration of our current moment but the way the other side is presented never feels exaggerated at all, maybe because there is no way to exaggerate it because, as someone once famously and correctly stated, they’re weird. In the calm, deadpan way Anderson shoots it, all he needs to do is simply display this. Lockjaw wants to be part of that world, he’s weird too after all, though he never can be. He’s human and he’s damaged, the way he walks and talks to people is almost the way a little boy does, his references like referring to kids as ‘teeny boppers’ has no connection to the world today, but there’s no way to feel sorry for him, using his command for his own personal reasons, a reminder of how much all the actions taken by the authorities are just for show and if other people get hurt by it, all the better. The world gets fucked with because people are trying to clean up their own shit in the guise of their fake assault on Bakton Cross which even manages to piss off the all-powerful Christmas Adventurers, the way their chicken nuggets they like so much get fucked with not to mention a business owned by someone who is on their side. These weirdos who clearly don’t know what to do with their feelings about that, the racism and the hatred as well as the belief that they’re in charge all mixed in with their very likely latent homosexuality. “We may be through with the past, but the past ain’t through with us,” was the way it was stated in MAGNOLIA and it’s what ONE BATTLE AFTER ANOTHER looks at, whether the characters know it or not.

Bob aka “Ghetto” Pat doesn’t know about any of this, or at least he’s trying not to think about it. He’s allegedly the lead of his film, just as Kurt Russell’s Jack Burton clearly thought he was the lead of BIG TROUBLE IN LITTLE CHINA but even as Bob is apparently a legend among the French 75, we don’t see much evidence of this and he barely seems to matter at times to anyone else around him, just looking to sit around the house paranoid while getting high and watching THE BATTLE OF ALGIERS. Still, he seems to earn some points by at least trying to refer to Willa’s friend by the correct pronouns even as she still gets annoyed with him over this. Right from the start he’s always looking for direction, scrambling to get away from his house, desperately looking for where he’s supposed to go, desperately trying to get a piece of information from the people who called him in what feels like the most accurate portrayal of a customer service call ever and maybe one of the funniest sequences in any movie in years culminating in Bob shouting “Fuck you!” to Comrade Josh when he is told nothing more than what the correct response to the code words asking ‘what time is it?’ always was and hearing the totally obvious extra meaning to that password right away. His scrambling around throughout the film does nothing except to be there at the precise moment he needs to be to tell Willa who he is, who he really is but the way he’s helped by those women seems to remind him how necessary his fight is. Sensei floats in and out of what’s happening around him, helping out Bob but also focused on all the other people he’s helping, so while Bob has accomplished nothing compared to him he does seem to understand that he’s not good enough, not even as good as the rioters out there on the streets or those skateboards who are leading him as they flee across the rooftops with a dreamlike lucidity that almost turns the sequence into a musical number for a few seconds, the imagery becoming like a ballet except for Bob who doesn’t know all the right steps.

The way ONE BATTLE AFTER ANOTHER tells its story through every single shot it’s clear which side Paul Thomas Anderson is on. And which side the movie is on. The film doesn’t need speeches for that. It gets that feeling from each touch of humanity. It’s a movie about the moment and about decisions, not a movie about speeches or literal things or events. It’s not Sidney Lumet’s RUNNING ON EMPTY, to name one of the films that Anderson presented on TCM when his film came out; others included MIDNIGHT RUN, THE FRENCH CONNECTION, THE SEARCHERS and, no surprise considering its pertinent cameo in his film, THE BATTLE OF ALGIERS. They all make sense as an inspiration for him but the themes and ideas of the way the past connects to the present are there, done in the way people behave and the way Lockjaw’s selfish, arrogant defiance is made clear, the regret heard in Perfidia’s voice at the end. And it’s all about the chases, how so much the film is really one long chase, given a jagged momentum which eventually becomes relentless goosed on the by the incessant, jangling of the phenomenal Johnny Greenwood score which becomes passionately emotional any time it reminds us of Willa’s link to Perfidia. The camerawork by Michael Bauman which makes the faces and vistas equally important in that VistaVision clarity, from the intimacy of the closeups to the epic feeling as what happens when they confront each other, the standoff between Willa and Lockjaw. The editing by Andy Jurgensen which finds every single moment to make the scene about. It’s in the serenity of Sensei, who doesn’t appear until the jump forward in time but he’s more of a true revolutionary than any of the French 75 ever are. Staying calm through every tense moment, repeating the mantra of ocean waves to Bob, ocean waves. That’s what Bob is searching for, those ocean waves to ride, ocean waves which are found in the form of those hills on the road that make up the big pursuit that develops with such perfect clarity that made it clear it was one of the most perfect cinematic chase scenes in decades, leading Bob exactly where he needs to be. And those ocean waves seen in those hills make perfect sense in how they lead Bob, fuck up that he is, to exactly where he needs to be.

In the end, what is ONE BATTLE AFTER ANOTHER to me? It’s a film about what’s happening right now but it’s also about the past and the future and finding peace with it all for the right reasons, the way we look back on our life and try to understand what has happened to us, those moments of regret swirling in and out of our head. But if you don’t regret anything, if you don’t question anything, if you don’t try to understand your past and where you came from and why, are you even living? When you grow up, really grow up, you either understand certain things about the world and life around you or you don’t. Willa understanding her mother and understanding the man who she will always think of as her father. Lockjaw, too stupid to comprehend that he’ll never be what the Christmas Adventurers want and it all leads to the final image of Lockjaw just as Bob is telling the girl who is his daughter about the letter from her mother, the letter that will help her understand her mother in a way she never could. It's the dream that maybe your child will be the one who puts the world right, the dream that maybe you’ll be reunited as she willingly drives towards the fight, even if it is in Oakland which according to Bob is pretty far. Because there is no final battle. Things really do keep going. But it finds the possibility of a happy ending in the middle of everything happening now and, thinking of this, the final image of ONE BATTLE AFTER ANOTHER means more to me each time I see it. This feeling of hope. That that maybe one day things will be made right, in spite of all the horrible evidence around us. I may not be so sure about this on some days, but ONE BATTLE AFTER ANOTHER believes that it’s possible.

Leonardo DiCaprio is playing someone who doesn’t know a lot, who means well but he’s still a fuckup. And he’s tremendous here, with astounding comic timing, fierce determination and a haunted look in his eyes as he tries to come to terms with the way he’s failed Willa. That confusion in his eyes holds the movie together, knowing that he’s a few steps behind everyone and still trying to do the right thing, even if he doesn’t always know or care what that is. There’s only a brief moment in the film with both DiCaprio and Sean Penn but it’s one of the best in the film for each of them with the terror in Pat’s eyes suddenly realizing what’s happened and the nastiness of Lockjaw coming full bore. Penn, who basically won the Oscar the day this film opened, finds that line between pure satire as if he could have given this performance in DR. STRANGELOVE with an intensity filled with misplaced confidence that is always totally vicious and arrogant, each little gesture terrifying and absurd. Even his walk alone is unlike anything else.

And there’s also the total calm of Benecio Del Toro as Sensei, living up to that Japanese poster for SUPERMAN on his wall while always showing no fear, complete frankness towards who he’s dealing with and knowing exactly what to do at every moment. Even if she doesn’t enter the film until well into it, Chase Infiniti is electric and fearless in her own way, fully formed right from when we see her but still the teenage girl she has to be, always ready to look someone in the eye and challenge them, no matter which one of her fathers it is. Teyana Taylor controls the first half-hour with that look on her face, the sound of her voice reading the letter at the end. The two halves that the film resists ever showing together at the same time. In some ways it’s felt in the haunted look on Regina Hall’s face and the deadly seriousness to her voice in each moment she gets. But there are so many moments. Tony Goldwyn for the way he reacts to Lockjaw, Jim Downey who gets to say both “punk trash and “semen demon”, Kevin Tighe whose phenomenal line reading of “we should all be able to eat off the floor” and the way John Hoogenakker who’s been called in to do that cleaning they need done says, “Oh no, I love their nuggets.” There’s also moments like the completely real nature of so many small parts like Tisha Sloan in her one scene as Willa’s teacher but also the true banality of evil that comes off non-actor James Raterman as the military officer in charge of finding Willa, a guy who knows how to get his job done more than anyone else in the film.

Our stories begin long before we’re here. They follow us through our past, our regrets, our failures, the way we run from one theater to another to make it to DEVIL’S ADVOCATE on time when nothing else could possibly be as important. Years later the Chinese Theater would become important to me for very different reasons. But one thing the past decade has done to me is make me miss satire. I want it back. And here it is. But the film has so much more. Willa leaves at the end of the film as Tom Petty singing “American Girl” plays at the end as Willa gets in her car and maybe the song is about her, maybe it’s a Jonathan Demme reference since it was once in THE SILENCE OF THE LAMBS, maybe the song is a reference to its appearance in FAST TIMES AT RIDGEMONT HIGH which happens to star one of this film’s main actors. That’s the way all these films seem to flow into each other like it or not, the way one trip to the movies can remind us of another so many years later. Through it all, the world changes very little. Which may be the only thing we can ever know for sure.