Opus     2 stars

Based on a few recent films that include Blink Twice, Glass Onion and The Menu, we have learned that if a billionaire invites you to their private island, you should probably politely decline. Now we can modify that rule to say that if a wealthy celebrity resurfaces after a 30-year absence and invites you to their isolated compound in the desert, you should not accept! That’s the premise in the social thriller Opus, from first time director Mark Anthony Green, which recently appeared at the Sundance Film Festival and is now in theaters. The film is partly a commentary on the culture of celebrity worship and partly about a psychopathic cult leader. We meet Ariel (Ayo Edebiri of The Bear), a young writer for a pop culture magazine who is lamenting how she is being overlooked in her job. One day she is greeted by the news that a pop icon from the nineties who seemingly vanished has reappeared with the announcement of a new album. Moretti (John Malkovich of Velvet Buzzsaw and Young Adult) who is also known as the Debutante, has invited Ariel along with her boss, Stan (Murray Bartlett of The White Lotus) and a few other media types including TV talk show host Clara Armstrong (Juliette Lewis) to his compound in the Utah desert for the weekend to be the first to hear his new tunes. Ariel is happy to accept thinking it will be good for her career, but she seems out of place in this crowd. Upon arrival at the airport, the group is picked up by bus for a 4-hour ride to the compound. There they are treated like royalty to 4-star meals, a fabulous wardrobe and massages. Each of the six in the group is shadowed by a personal concierge who watches their every move plus they are under surveillance even in their rooms. Ariel finds this disturbing in addition to the fact that they must relinquish their cell phones and laptops. She seems to be alone in her concerns as everyone else is mesmerized by the persona of Moretti, who preaches great platitudes about the religion he has written about in a book they all received called Meditations of Levels. He sings and dances in what looks like a metallic space suit and has a group of followers who he calls Levelists who follow his every command, including a disturbing scene where one of them must manually open a roomful of oysters in search of rare pearls. (Many followers have scars on their hands from performing this ritual.) Ariel is the only one of the guests to be suspicious when one of their members mysteriously disappears and on her own goes on a hunt for clues as to what this cult is about. Ultimately, as predicted by the audience, the terror is unleashed when Moretti finds his guests unpleasing, and it is up to poor Ariel to find a way to escape and bring justice to this psychopath. In the end you can tell that the film thinks it has something to say about false prophets and the role of the media in a culture of fandom, but it amounts to a tired formula that we have seen many times. I found the ending unsatisfying as I felt it didn’t really explain Moretti’s motives. For a much better movie about a terrifying experience in a cult I recommend 2019’s Midsommar.