
New York Film Festival Review: ‘Behemoth!’ Has Nine Composers and No Heart
By SEBASTIAN DOGGART
|Director John McPhail’s take on these kids, a movie that conjoins comedy and horror seasoned with a bit of rom-com and a soupcon of melodrama, makes one a tad less cynical about the future.

Should our descendants want to know about the beleaguered group of individuals collectively pegged as Gen Z, they could do worse than unearth “Dear David,” the new film from director John McPhail. As a teacher who is regularly in contact with “Zoomers,” I found Mr. McPhail’s unironic depiction of their social media-addled, gender-generous, attention-deficited, multi-culti ways true to form. Kind of adorable, too. Mr. McPhail’s take on these kids makes one a tad less cynical about the future.

By SEBASTIAN DOGGART
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By JOSEPH CURL
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By GEORGE WILLIS
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By HOLLIE McKAY
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By DAVID JONES
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By JOSEPH CURL
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By THE NEW YORK SUN
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By LAURA THOMPSON
|Should our descendants want to know about the beleaguered group of individuals collectively pegged as Gen Z, they could do worse than unearth “Dear David,” the new film from director John McPhail. As a teacher who is regularly in contact with “Zoomers,” I found Mr. McPhail’s unironic depiction of their social media-addled, gender-generous, attention-deficited, multi-culti ways true to form. Kind of adorable, too. Mr. McPhail’s take on these kids makes one a tad less cynical about the future.
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