Synopsis
Every life is a universe all its own.
In this extraordinary story of an ordinary man, Charles 'Chuck' Krantz experiences the wonder of love, the heartbreak of loss, and the multitudes contained in all of us.
Directed by Mike Flanagan
In this extraordinary story of an ordinary man, Charles 'Chuck' Krantz experiences the wonder of love, the heartbreak of loss, and the multitudes contained in all of us.
La Vida De Chuck, Życie Chucka, Жизнь Чака, A Vida de Chuck, 查克的一生, 척의 일생, La vida de Chuck, Life Of Chuck, Chuck élete, Животът на Чък, חייו של צ'אק, Chuckov život, Життя Чака, Chucki elu, Gyvenimas pagal Čaką
US: June 6 2025
: June 11 2025
UK/Australia/Mexico: August 22, 2025
Spain: September 12, 2025
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There’s something really interesting here that for some reason just never fully comes to fruition - it could be the structure? That we don’t actually spend much time with present day Chuck? The teacher scene got to me a bit, the dancing is fun, but otherwise Flanagan’s musings about the cosmos have yet again failed to move me in the way I think he’s intending. The ending fell completely flat for me. Clearly that’s not the case for most people and it’s down to a compatibility thing. I will say for a movie that has a lot of exciting fantastical flourishes I wish he leaned even harder into the surreal. The way this is shot is surprisingly really bland and doesn’t feel lived in, which I earnestly think affects how well it resonates. Thank you anyways Chuck for 39 great years
Part masterpiece, part a poem your philosophy major buddy would write while smoking a blunt, 100% concentrated power of will. It’s beautiful. Flanastans rejoice! We got the whole cast back together and a bunch of lovely existential monologues.
I almost can’t explain it, but Mike Flanagan’s THE LIFE OF CHUCK touched me deep within my soul, gave me a warm hug, and told me everything was going to be okay. We can make sense of our lives and the universe, even in the face of tragedy, certain death, and armageddon. It’s a wholesome, existential, and moving tale told in three acts in reverse order, featuring a gorgeous score and a terrific ensemble. The musical dance number in the middle of the film is a showstopper!
Next Best Picture’s full review here
To describe The Life of Chuck as overwhelming feels almost like an understatement. If as we age, our lives begin to narrow, this offers us a different perspective, one where we begin at the inevitable final point and trace our way backwards. In doing so, our lives widen, our worlds enlarge, our universes stretch, all those multitudes inside us become redefined and tangible once more. Could not stop thinking about dialogue from the final episode of Flanagan’s The Haunting of Hill House: “I loved you completely. And you loved me the same. That’s all. The rest is confetti.” because that’s what this feels like.
You’re in a crowded room and it is full of all the people you love and…
No one has the 'emotional gut-punch' dialed in quite like Mike Flanagan, regardless of genre or subject matter.
Credits included a lovely tribute to Scott Wampler which is so very cool
Sometimes movies can save you a little…
A beautiful, soulful reminder in cinematic form that our lives are made up of vast memories and little moments structured in a way that feels very much like a nod to King’s writing style and an intriguing way to set up and pay off a theme.
Tonally somwhat of a mix of everything Mike’s done till now, showing he has a huge heart and can still pull some genre punches…it’s intimately epic (or epically intimate?)
In some ways, it feels like a goodbye hug to one of our greatest storytellers too…but let’s not dwell on that for now.
There were moments I got goosebumps, especially the 2nd act (you’ll know the scene).
I…
Damn, kinda surprised by this one. Mike Flanagan has always had an eye for the cumulative power of non-linear editing and for translating existential concepts into nakedly emotional character subjectivity, and in a rare moment of one of Stephen King’s non-horror novellas being adapted for the big screen he found material perfectly suited to his skills.
A reverse-chronological tale of a dying ant who once dreamed of being a dancer and whose final fated breaths triggers a strange sensory memory apocalypse in his mind. The structural power of this story is that the obvious melancholy destination of its third act end-of-days black hole being presented up front allows it to hang over the more charming and nostalgic flashbacks of Chuck's…