Armageddon Time Is a Personal, Prickly Film about the Paradox of Assimilation

Paul Graff (Banks Repeta) knows that something is off about the new private school he was just sent to. Something off, aside from the frigid instructors, the sea of overwhelming adolescent support for Ronald Reagan—the same man Paul’s parents guffaw at on the television—the bad words classmates throw around towards children Paul used to see back in public school and the ominous presence of wealthy donors Fred and Maryanne Trump (John Diehl and Jessica Chastain, respectively, hilariously), who urge the student body to understand that they will have worked hard to get the best that America has to offer them.
In his follow-up to 2019’s interplanetary Ad Astra, James Gray comes hurtling back down to earth: Armageddon Time finds Gray in the well-tread territory of his native New York. In his most personal outing with the city he once felt the need to escape from, he contends with past mistakes and cultural conceptions that, as a child, he could not fathom. We follow Gray’s surrogate, Paul, an unruly but always likable child from a characteristically chaotic, animated Jewish family. His difficulty following rules and idealization of an artist’s life lead some to come to the conclusion that he’s “slow.”
But Paul isn’t slow, he just has difficulty fitting in—not unlike his friend Johnny (Jaylin Webb), a rebellious Black classmate held back twice, who shares Paul’s penchant for dreaming big and disrespecting authority figures. Paul wants to grow up to be a famous artist, while Johnny fantasizes about joining NASA and walking on the moon. As young actors each with already a handful of titles under their belt, Repeta and Webb hold their own, almost entirely carrying the film themselves and playing off one another beautifully. Charming and exasperating in equal measure, the two are clearly very gifted, evoking the innocence, frustrations and heartbreak of youth with honest emotional depth. Their characters have their heads in the clouds as any child does, and they quickly find solace in their kindred, boisterous spirits.
Of course, the difference between them, the difference that Paul can’t quite comprehend, is that Paul really could grow up to be a famous artist, in spite of the fact that his parents, Esther (Anne Hathaway) and Irving (Jeremy Strong), would prefer their son seek a vocation that will render him financially sound. Hathaway and Strong are both phenomenal, but it’s Strong’s delicate high-wire act—a goofy caricature of a middle-aged Jewish father who can fly into a violent fit of rage—that both terrifies and astounds. Even then, Paul has the environmental security to foster his passions. And he has the support from family members like Aaron (Anthony Hopkins), his grandfather who, on his own birthday, takes the opportunity to gift Paul a set of quality paints.
On the one hand, Paul understands that he has advantages over Johnny: He insists to his friend that his family is “rich” and can help him out, even though they aren’t really. They’re comfortably middle class and good at sticking to a budget, as Paul’s home ec teacher mother tries explaining to him. But this gives Paul the false perception of vast riches instead of the correct understanding: He has a material privilege that Johnny, from a poor neighborhood and in the care of his ailing grandmother, does not.