Father, Mother, Sister, Brother sounds like an epic family saga, but Jarmusch keeps things intimate: three compact stories, three different countries, and mostly a handful of people circling one room or one car ride.
The film is an anthology of adult children visiting parents or dealing with their absence, stitched into a feature-length triptych instead of one continuous narrative.
The first segment, “Father,” pairs Adam Driver and Mayim Bialik as siblings Jeff and Emmy, driving through snowy New Jersey to check on their estranged dad, played with rumpled menace by Tom Waits.
As reviews from Roger Ebert and Reverse Shot note, the setup is simple: they have not seen him since a blowup at their mother’s funeral, and this visit is part welfare check and part attempt to figure out what he is hiding.
Jarmusch favors long, talky scenes where small details do the heavy lifting, like the suspicious Rolex Emmy spots on Dad’s wrist, even as he insists he is broke.
“Mother,” the second chapter, shifts to Dublin, where Cate Blanchett’s tightly wound daughter and Charlotte Rampling’s sly, slippery mom circle each other over tea, pastries, and half-truths.
Variety describes this section as a comedy of manners built on white lies about careers and health, with Vicky Krieps and Sarah Greene adding texture as people orbiting the central pair.
The third story, “Sister Brother,” jumps to Paris, where twins played by Indya Moore and Luka Sabbat reunite in their late bohemian parents’ empty flat after a plane crash, wandering through memories and leftover secrets.
Across all three, Jarmusch leans on his ensemble. Rotten Tomatoes and Metacritic roundups point out how the cast’s chemistry keeps the film emotionally legible even when the script stays oblique.
Conversations often feel slightly stilted by design, capturing the weird politeness adult kids adopt with aging parents, as The Guardian and the Wall Street Journal both emphasize. As a hangout piece about grown children trying to act normal around people who raised them, the movie feels sharp and recognizably messy.
Triptych Trouble: Why The Structure Both Intrigues And Irritates
On paper, the “three stories, one theme” concept suits Jarmusch, who has worked in vignette form before with films like Night on Earth and Coffee and Cigarettes.
Critics from Variety and Brooklyn Rail note that Father Mother Sister Brother reprises several of his visual signatures: car rides as confessionals, overhead shots of tea and coffee cups, and quiet framing of everyday clutter as emotional clues.
The repetition of motifs across segments, from watches and water to vehicles and family photos, hints at an invisible connective tissue between these otherwise unrelated families.
Father, Mother, Sister, Brother (Credit: Lucky Red)
Yet that same design can feel precious. Reverse Shot and Discussing Film argue that the triptych here lacks the sharp contrast or cumulative punch that an anthology needs to fully justify itself.
Each segment circles similar territory: adult children anxious about parental health, money secrets, unresolved guilt over past fights, and fears about ending up lonely. By the time the Paris twins sift through their parents’ belongings, some viewers may feel they have already seen a version of this awkward dance twice.
Roger Ebert’s review calls the film “stripped-down Jarmusch,” built almost entirely from talk about offscreen events that we never actually witness. That restraint invites audiences to imagine the missing scenes, but it also risks a certain flatness when stretched across three nearly hour‑long chapters.
The anthology format highlights the strongest material, especially in the first and third sections, while making the weakest beats feel more exposed.
Even admirers point out pacing issues. The New Yorker and Hindustan Times describe the movie as earnest and wordy, with ideas that emerge slowly from extended conversations rather than from bold stylistic swings.
For some, that patient rhythm reads as contemplative; for others, it drifts into meandering, especially when jokes repeat, or pauses linger past their emotional peak. The structure never truly collapses, but it does not fully pay off the promise of a “big” design either, which is where many reviews land.
Relatable Messiness: Why The Family Stuff Lands Even When The Film Wobbles
Where Father Mother Sister Brother connects most strongly is in its portrait of midlife unease, a theme multiple outlets highlight as the film’s secret weapon. These are not coming-of-age tales; they are stories about grown kids who realize their parents have inner lives, regrets, and petty defenses that never stopped evolving.
The Guardian describes the film as fixated on guilt and closeness, showing how adult children can feel both protective and resentful at the same time.
Rotten Tomatoes and audience reviews on IMDb point to specific grace notes: Jeff quietly restocking his father’s pantry while pretending he is not subsidizing him, Blanchett’s character faking professional success so her mother will not worry, and twins in Paris arguing over whose version of their parents is “true.”
These small conflicts mirror real conversations many viewers have around holidays or hospital visits, which explains why even harsher critics concede that the movie rings emotionally true in patches.
Jarmusch also extends empathy both ways. Variety and Mastermind note that parents here are neither villains nor saints; they are flawed adults who sometimes lie, sometimes retreat, and sometimes cling to old stories because they do not know how else to talk to their kids.
The film suggests that part of loving a parent late in life involves accepting the parts of them that will never change, while still setting boundaries and telling uncomfortable truths.
Where the movie struggles is in balancing that nuanced emotional work with its formal ambitions. As Discussing Film’s mixed review puts it, the stories remain “underwhelming” in dramatic terms even when individual scenes shine.
Viewers looking for big catharsis may find the ending of each chapter too muted; blowups fizzle into awkward silence, and revelations slip by in quiet asides. For others, that restraint will feel honest to how families actually behave, especially those who cope with discomfort through dry humor and deflection.
Box office numbers and the MUBI release strategy also tell a story. Rotten Tomatoes lists a modest U.S. gross and a limited theatrical run, with the film positioned more as a festival-backed auteur piece than a broad comedy.
So does it justify its unique structure? Critics are divided, and audiences will likely be too. The triptych framing feels more like a gentle organizing principle than a transformative device, but within that framework, Jarmusch and his cast find sharply observed, often funny moments that linger.
If you are willing to live with a film that offers three intimate, slightly uneven visits instead of one sweeping family saga, this wistful comedy earns its place on the watchlist, even as it stumbles on its own ambitions.
Doug (Jack Black), Griff (Paul Rudd), Kenny (Steve Zahn), and Claire (Thandiwe Newton) grew up obsessed with the Jennifer Lopez and Ice Cube original, so a midlife crisis finally pushes them to film their own version, complete with bad costumes and zero permits.
Director Tom Gormican sets the premise up as a riff on Tropic Thunder, where amateur filmmaking collides with real danger in a lush, wet jungle full of rivers and vines.
Things go sideways fast when their boat runs aground, and they stumble onto a wrecked film set. Local guide Carlos (Selton Mello) warns them about a massive anaconda that has claimed lives, but the group presses on, turning their fake horror into survival footage.
Boat captain Ana Almeida (Daniela Melchior) joins them, but her secret ties to gold poachers add a human threat that distracts from the serpent stalking them.
ScreenRant and Roger Ebert both note how the movie leans into self-awareness, with the friends quoting the original while panicking over close calls like Doug getting squeezed or Kenny’s camera gear sinking.
The snake itself is a mix of practical effects and CGI that looks convincing in tight shots but rubbery up close. Set pieces ramp up with boat chases, tree climbs, and a flooded cave where the group realizes this beast is not the movie prop they expected.
Nostalgia fuels the fun: fans get nods to the 1997 film’s campy dialogue and practical kills, updated for a PG‑13 crowd that keeps gore light but tension high.
Comedy Crew Crushes It: Black, Rudd, Zahn Carry The Chaos
Jack Black and Paul Rudd anchor the film with their lived‑in chemistry as Doug and Griff, best friends whose shared dream masks years of resentment and what‑ifs. Black plays Doug as the frustrated visionary who always wanted to direct, while Rudd’s Griff is the smooth talker who promised funding that never materialized.
Their banter, full of inside jokes about the original Anaconda’s bad CGI and J.Lo’s scream, keeps energy up even during lulls. Roger Ebert praises their rapport as the film’s lifeline, echoing their earlier work in Walk Hard.
Steve Zahn steals every scene as Kenny, the hapless cinematographer whose goofball panic provides the biggest laughs, from fumbling flares to yelling about lens flares mid‑attack.
Thandiwe Newton’s Claire, Doug’s old crush turned lawyer, adds a grounded edge, though some reviews, like the YouTube breakdown, call her role underwritten and sidelined.
Anaconda (Credit: Sony Pictures Releasing)
Side characters pop too: Ice Cube shows up as a grizzled survivor from the “real” Anaconda set, dropping one‑liners and pyrotechnics that nod to his original role. Jennifer Lopez’s post‑credits cameo lands as a perfect button, rewarding fans without overplaying the meta hand.
Rotten Tomatoes audience scores and IMDb user reviews highlight the comedy as the draw, with the trio’s timing turning dumb gags into highlights. A standout bit has the group arguing over who gets to “be J.Lo” while dodging coils, blending absurdity with genuine friendship tension.
Even the poacher subplot works as comic relief, with Ana’s treasure hunt leading to slapstick betrayals that the snake interrupts hilariously.
Hollow Bite: Where The Fun Snake Flick Falls Flat
For all its charm, Anaconda 2025 leaves viewers hungry for more substance. ScreenRant nails it: the movie is fun and silly but as hollow as a hungry snake, prioritizing gags over scares or heart. The action drags in spots, with dull dialogue and repetitive chases that fail to match the premise’s potential.
YouTube critic Adam Olinger points out that PG‑13 limits kill the excitement; snake attacks lack the gore or terror of the 1997 original, opting for cartoonish wriggles instead.
Tonal whiplash hurts, too. Roger Ebert calls out the serious gold poacher arc that clashes with the comedy, turning a light romp into a confused hybrid. Primetimer and Slashfilm note how the friends’ backstory, meant to add emotional stakes, gets rushed and feels tacked on amid the jungle antics.
The ending ramps up with a flare‑lit propane explosion and Doug’s heroic head‑smash on the snake, but it resolves too neatly without real cost or surprise.
Post‑credits teases keep it playful. Carlos revives snake‑style, hinting he might return, while Lopez offers Doug a real reboot gig after Sony’s cease‑and‑desist kills their fan film.
Sportskeeda and Yahoo explain this as a double win for Doug: he survives and lands a career break, but the friends’ marriage and fresh start feel pat. Reddit threads and Instagram critics agree it is agreeable IP nostalgia without bold swings.
Box office buzz from Wikipedia and trade reports shows solid opening weekend numbers, boosted by holiday crowds and star power, but mixed word‑of‑mouth suggests it will fade fast. For fans of Black and Rudd’s brand of goofy adventure, it delivers a quick, brainless thrill.
As a standalone creature feature, though, it slithers by on charm without sinking its fangs into anything memorable, proving that sometimes a snake movie is just a snake movie.
