ELEANOR THE GREAT

By Marc S. Sanders

In her directorial debut, Scarlett Johansson offers purpose and more to gain and learn about life even when you’re in your mid-90’s.  She directs June Squibb as Eleanor Morgenstein, a widowed ninety-four-year-old Jewish mother who relocates from Florida back to New York City when her roommate of eleven years, Bessie (Rita Zohar), has passed away.   Temporarily, she moves in with her preoccupied daughter Lisa (Jessica Hecht) and her twenty something son Max (Will Price), whose best friend is his cell phone.  Lisa encourages Eleanor to move into an assisted living home, but the spunky, independent woman opts to visit the local Jewish Community Center (JCC) where she inadvertently comes upon a Holocaust survival group.  She certainly doesn’t belong here as she never had to endure that dark period, nor did any of her family.  Yet, before she can excuse herself, she is recounting Bessie’s personal experience of surviving the concentration camps while losing her brother to the Nazis.  It’s Bessie’s story, not Eleanor’s.

Nina is a student at NYU who’s been welcomed to observe this meeting to complete a journalism assignment.  She is a quiet, young girl played with stunning sensitivity by Erin Kellyman (Solo: A Star Wars StoryThe Falcon And The Winter Soldier).  The entire group of elders and Nina are completely taken with Eleanor’s anecdote and extend a loving hand of gratitude and support.  When the meeting ends, Eleanor makes a quick exit, but Nina is determined to learn more about her ordeal.  

Nina is enduring an aftermath of grief following the sudden loss of her mother.  Her father is Roger, a famous newscaster played by Chiwetel Ejiofor beautifully staying under the radar of the leading ladies. Roger hardly engages with Nina.  Her world is empty and alone.  Yet, when a bond forms with Eleanor the isolation dwindles. Eleanor doesn’t frown or judge Nina for being gay.  She loves that she’s filled a void her daughter and grandson leave empty, especially around Shabbat.  The two need one another. 

It’s the lie that sets the women apart though.  In addition, Eleanor’s story is catching on with the JCC community and Nina’s NYU professor and class.  More importantly, her school project impresses Roger who sees potential for a televised story that will include the ladies’ newfound friendship, Eleanor’s upcoming bat mitzvah service, and her supposed survival through the Holocaust that never happened to her.  The more this tale evolves among the populace, the harder it becomes for Eleanor to be honest.

Eleanor The Great hinges on the chemistry between two distant generations with very uncommon backgrounds.  For the film to work June Squibb and Erin Kellyman had to be interesting both together and separately.  Tory Kamen’s script explores their respective loneliness just as much as the times they share either in a surprise trip to Coney Island, over a Shabbat dinner, or when Eleanor gets up the nerve to be bat mitzvahed with Nina by her side.

Johansson’s film is not long and therefore not as expansive on dialogue.  She finds scenes to detail the exposition of Kamen’s screenplay with impressive visual performances from Squibb, and especially Kellyman.  We eventually learn how Nina’s Jewish mother passed, but we first learn that she died when Kellyman enters a room in the apartment she shares with Roger.  Scarlett Johansson does not rush through this scene.  There’s no verbiage.  Only coverage with her camera and strong closeups on Kellyman and the decor and props that occupy the room.  It’s enough to get the idea and feel strongly for the character.

The director takes a similar tactic with Eleanor.  The prologue of the film presents an endearing relationship of daily routine between her and her best friend Bessie as they wake up with an energetic early start to their day comprised of breakfast, exercise, a visit to the market and a lively argument with another customer, followed by a sit down on a bench overlooking the Atlantic Ocean.  When Bessie passes, Eleanor returns to these familiar locales only now we recognize the best friend’s absence.  This is all completed in the first ten minutes.  Superb, uncomplicated visual storytelling.

I have two shortcomings with the film, however.  One concerns how the truth is finally revealed.  It’s too contrived and the only time that this story doesn’t feel genuine.  Yet, it does not capsize the movie either.  

As well, a side storyline for Eleanor seems unfinished.  Just one more scene was needed to complete the picture.  It could have even been offered over the end credits.  I’ll explain down below so as not to spoil anything.  Perhaps, the budget on this small project wouldn’t allow it to be shot.

Eleanor The Great is a wonderful surprise for all ages.  It teeters on getting schmaltzy without getting thick, and while you expect the big misunderstanding is going to reveal itself, you’re not eager to get there.  You get taken up in this very special relationship.  When all the cards are laid on the table, the film puts all the weight on Rita Zohar’s character for Bessie to recall her heartbreaking experience.  The last thing that terrible encounter could ever be is weepy or schmaltzy.  Zohar offers complete truth and transparency in a genuinely heartbreaking monologue.  The budget likely wouldn’t allow a visual recap in history for this small film, but that’s a blessing.  We’ve seen literal flashbacks far too often.  Johansson goes for the acting and recollection of the character.  She does not get over inventive with camera work and simply depends on Zohar’s skilled stage performance with Squibb next to her to listen and react.  It’s utterly harrowing and brilliantly descriptive.

June Squibb is lovable but also tough, happy, sassy and suddenly complex, which Eleanor absolutely never wanted to be.  This ninety something year old is not stressing about death like so many other characters in this category. Her conflict is stressed on holding on to her connection to a new friend.

Erin Kellyman is a young actress that needs a huge following.  She has a unique natural beauty; an appearance that doesn’t invite glamour like so many others in Hollywood rely upon. Still, the camera loves her. She’s completely striking with her natural behavior. This is an actor ready for dimensional roles that are summed up over a two hour span, and not in the first five minutes.  It would be a huge regret to overlook the promise of her instinctive talent in front of the camera.  Scarlett Johansson lends every favor imaginable to enhance everything Kellyman can offer.  This actress is this new director’s Jackson Pollack.

This small picture with so much to offer, Eleanor The Great, can be found on Netflix currently (May, 2026).  It’s an absolute treasure not to be missed.

SPOILER ALERT: Eleanor was intent on having a Bat Mitzvah.  We see her discussing her Torah portion with the Rabbi about the deception that Jacob does on his father Isaac, and we witness her practicing for the upcoming event.  However, due to an inconvenient interruption, that service never gets completed.  When all is resolved by the end of the film, we never get to see Eleanor’s bat mitzvah occur.  It’s like Rocky missing the championship fight.  It really had to be there, even if it was filmed with an orchestral score over the scene.  Truly a glaring, regrettable omission.

A BEAUTIFUL DAY IN THE NEIGHBORHOOD

By Marc S. Sanders

Marielle Heller directs A Beautiful Day In The Neighborhood, but it’s not the movie I wanted, nor is it the movie most admirers of Mr. Rogers would want either. A film that boasts one of the most beloved actors of our generation, Tom Hanks, portraying one of the most influential figures of our youth, Fred Rogers, falls very short of offering anything entertaining much less insightful.

The problem with Heller’s film is we learn next to nothing about Rogers and we learn way too much about the depressive state of a fictional Esquire journalist named Lloyd Vogel (Matthew Rhys). He’s a pretty unlikable guy with daddy issues (Chris Cooper). The most eye opening thing about Lloyd is when he gets into a fistfight at his sister’s wedding with Dad. Beyond that, he’s a repetitive close up of sunken eyes and five o’clock shadow. I couldn’t even tell you if Lloyd is actually a good journalist, or a good husband or a good father.

The script by Micah Fitzerman-Blue & Noah Harpster is misguided in its subject matter of Lloyd’s struggles at the forefront of course, but also in delivery. I felt like I was watching Tom Hanks, not Fred Rogers. Hanks really doesn’t hide in the role very well. I only heard Hanks’ voice which is not pleasant for singing and lacks the comforting whisper the real Rogers had. I solidified my opinion when I saw a clip of the real Fred Rogers in the closing credits.

A scene midway through the film has Fred inviting Lloyd into his New York apartment. He tries to console Lloyd and get him to be comfortable with his feelings by use of his famous puppets Daniel The Tiger and King Friday VIII. It’s an absolute failure of a moment between the two leads of the film. What’s meant to be therapeutic and consoling comes off as creepy. Call me cynical, but this Fred Rogers is not a guy I would want to be left alone with. I know that wasn’t the intent, but that’s what was processed. A comparable scene occurs between Matt Damon and Robin Williams in Good Will Hunting (“It’s not your fault!”). You’ll quickly see the difference in effective acting and sensitive direction.

An uplifting moment occurs when they ride the subway together. A few kids recognize Rogers and soon the whole car (construction workers and police officers included) is singing his theme song in harmony. No, I don’t believe this ever occurred, but this is often why we go to movies; to see those opportunities that raise our spirits and help us escape. There are not enough moments like this in A Beautiful Day In The Neighborhood.

The screenplay always teeters on better story potential that never arrives. When we first meet Fred at his studio, he is interacting with a child banging a toy sword while his producer is once again frustrated with his delay in filming. Here are two angles I would have rather seen; how Fred interacts with his impatient producer and how he manages to converse with children. Yet, we don’t go any further than that. We have to be bogged down with Lloyd.

Another moment has Fred sharing with Lloyd better ways to let out your anger like slamming on the percussive notes on a piano. The final moment of the film shows Fred at the piano, alone, tickling the ivories, and then he too slams down on the keys. Fred is angry, and as he tells us repeatedly during the film, “that’s okay,” except now I’m angry. I’m angry because I want to know what Fred’s angry about.

Couldn’t a film that prominently features the human side of Fred Rogers privilege me to the Fred Rogers beyond his studio of make believe?