Another Simple Favour: Secrets, Stilettos, and the Art of the Double Cross
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When Paul Feig’s A Simple Favour dropped in 2018, it was a razor-sharp confection of mystery, glamour, and wickedly dark humour. Anna Kendrick and Blake Lively were the oddball pairing we never knew we needed: one a chipper mommy vlogger, the other a lethal goddess in couture. Fast forward to 2025, and Feig doubles down on the delicious chaos with Another Simple Favour. Think of it as the cinematic equivalent of someone leaning into whisper, “You’ll never believe what she did next,”—and then actually delivering.
This time, Stephanie (Anna
Kendrick) is no longer the naïve suburban single mom she once was. Her vlogging
empire has evolved into a veritable brand, her confidence dialled up—but
underneath the polished new wardrobe and influencer glow, she’s still chasing
validation and connection. Cue the re-entry of Emily (Blake Lively), who
makes a reappearance with the precision of a lightning strike. It’s equal parts
shocking and seductive—because if Emily is back, you know trouble
is, too.
The film whisks us out of
Connecticut suburbia and into the decadent, shadowy playgrounds of Capri, Venice, and Rome, where champagne-fuelled
charity galas collide with elaborate cons. Add Henry Golding’s Sean, now
a little wiser but still walking the thin line between devotion and duplicity,
and you’ve got yourself a triangle of mistrust so sharp it could cut glass.
The “favour” this time isn’t just
about covering secrets; it’s about survival—financial, emotional, and literal.
Feig leans into operatic excess while keeping his tongue firmly in cheek, and
the result feels like Hitchcock
filtered through a Vogue
editorial spread.
Anna Kendrick continues to prove she’s more than just quirky comic relief. Her Stephanie is smarter, steelier, but still endearingly awkward. Watching her try to “play power” among Europe’s elite while fumbling her way through social cues is both hilarious and strangely empowering.
Blake Lively once again owns the room. Emily is still the femme fatale, but this time her motives are blurrier, more venomous, and more vulnerable. Lively slinks through the film in outfits that look like they were stolen off a Milan runway minutes before the show started, delivering lines with the kind of icy sweetness that could curdle champagne.
Henry Golding finally gets the meatier material he deserved the first time around. Sean is less of a trophy husband and more of a wildcard, oscillating between being the earnest voice of reason and someone who might be just as dangerous as the women orbiting him.
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| Anna Kendrick and Blake Lively toast in Another Simple Favour. Credit Lorenz Sisti AMAZON CONTENT SERVICES LLC |
The soundtrack is once again a character of its own: vintage French pop colliding with modern synth, echoing the film’s obsession with duality—old-world elegance meeting new-age deception.
The true magic of Another Simple Favour lies in the crackling chemistry between Kendrick and Lively, a pairing so sharp and unpredictable it feels like lightning bottled up and unleashed on screen. Their cat-and-mouse banter fuels the film, giving it both its heart and its bite. Draped across the lush backdrop of Europe’s most glamorous playgrounds, the story becomes as dazzling as it is dangerous, with every cobblestoned street and candlelit gala dripping in intrigue. Feig, ever the sly conductor, leans gleefully into the absurd, crafting a thriller that is equal parts satire and suspense, never afraid to wink at the audience while keeping them on edge. Of course, not everything glitters flawlessly. Some of the plot twists veer deliciously close to soap opera melodrama—though truthfully, that might be exactly what makes them fun. Where the film does stumble is in its length; at over two hours, it occasionally gets tangled in side plots that don’t sparkle quite as brightly, slowing down the otherwise intoxicating momentum. A slightly sharper cut, and it might have been perfection.
Another Simple Favour is
decadent, campy, and razor-sharp fun—a thriller draped in haute couture and
dripping with champagne-soaked cynicism. Kendrick, Lively, and Golding each get
their moment to flex, but it’s the ongoing love-hate sorcery between Stephanie
and Emily that keeps us hooked.
It’s not here to reinvent the
genre—it’s here to remind you that thrillers can be both stylish and
sly, a wink behind every murder plot, a smirk behind every betrayal.
If the first film was a cocktail, this sequel is the whole damn bar—shaken, stirred, and maybe laced with cyanide.
Catch this sharp-edged thriller
now streaming on Prime
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