‘The Invite’ Review: Olivia Wilde Directs and Stars in a Bravura Dinner-Party Dramedy That’s like ‘Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf?’ Redone as Vintage Woody Allen

When you go into a movie knowing that it’s about two couples who get together for a dinner party, there are certain expectations about what’s going to happen that are just about wired into our moviegoing DNA. You expect that the dialogue, for a while, is going to be light, funny, brittle, caustic. You expect that as the evening wears on, the masks of civility will come off, revealing something more painful and maybe brutal under the surface. You expect that there might be serious flirtation (between the people who aren’t partners), and that the whole thing will wind up structured as a kind of truth game. And you expect that by the end, there will be wreckage…but maybe, in that destruction, a kind of healing.    

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“The Invite,” directed by Olivia Wilde (“Don’t Worry Darling”) from a script by Will McCormack and Rashida Jones, starring Wilde and Seth Rogen as a grousing, long-married San Francisco couple who have their upstairs neighbors over to dinner, is a movie that lives up to every one of those expectations. Yet it does so in a way that’s so original, so brimming with surprise, so fresh and up-to-the-minute in its perceptions of how relationships work (or don’t), that you watch it in a state of rapt immersion and delight.

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Part of what’s novel about the movie is its tone, which is bitterly funny yet sneakily serious. It’s as if we’re watching “Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf?” remade by the Woody Allen of “Husbands and Wives.” The Allen connection is there, most prominently, in the characterization of Joe (Rogen), a former indie-rock musician who is now an associate professor at a music conservatory near Berkeley (he’s haunted by the fact that it’s not nearly as good), and Angela (Wilde), who graduated from art school but never followed it up, except for the loving eye with which she has furnished and renovated their apartment. She’s a high-strung bundle of nerve endings, while Joe is a wisecracking curmudgeon in the tradition of Allen and Larry David, though he’s so down on everything that his jokes emit a hint of toxic despair.

The two have a 12-year-old daughter, who’s away at a sleepover, and they live in a spacious, cozy apartment that Joe inherited from his parents, which makes him feel like a failure. So does the fact that after one album with a small hit, his indie-rock dreams fizzled. As soon as Joe arrives home, and Angela informs him that the neighbors are coming over that night, the two begin to bicker (about whether she told him this already, about Joe scarfing a pickle off her appetizer plate, about the rug she just bought, about the fold-up bicycle that hurts his back and that he can’t seem to fold up, about the fact that he didn’t buy a bottle of wine). It doesn’t take us long to see that these two will fight about anything under the sun, no matter how small, because that’s now their way of connecting.

Yet for all the controlled rancor on display, what draws us into “The Invite” is the remarkable flow of the dialogue, the characters often talking over each other in a lifelike way, with just enough witty one-upmanship to make even domestic anger, presented as authentically as it is here, a pleasure to behold. It’s the sound of two people who don’t like each other anymore, but it’s also the sound of a communication that’s so spiked with downbeat emotion it plays like jazz. (The film opens with an image collage scored to a jazzy version of “Isn’t It Romantic?,” and yes, the use of that song is ironic in the extreme.)

Then the other couple comes over. Pína (Penélope Cruz) and Hawk (Edward Norton) are everything Joe and Angela are not: mellow, glamorous, harmonious. She’s a psychotherapist and sexologist, he’s a retired fire fighter (though he acts more like a West Coast guru), and we know that they enjoy a robust sex life, because it has already been the subject of a major disagreement: They make so much “animal” noise at night that Joe wants to complain to them about it, whereas Angela, a compulsive people-pleaser, is horrified at the prospect that bringing that up could interfere with another woman’s orgasms. (At least that’s her rationale; you also get the feeling that she’s simply too timid to want to raise the issue.)

As soon as these two show up, Joe starts baiting Hawk, because that’s just his way, and we start to pick up on the subtlety with which these four are going to interlock. Joe has no filter, but Hawk says that’s what he likes about him. (He sounds sarcastic, until we realize he means it.) Pína, who is from Spain, keeps the conversation earnest (if not quite honest), while Angela is an ebullient nervous wreck whose instinct is to cover everything up.

I can’t discuss what happens in “The Invite” without giving a little bit away, so here goes. The issue of that overly noisy sex is something Pína and Hawk bring up all by themselves, which defuses the tension over it for about a minute. But then they reveal why their sex is so noisy: They’re what used to be called swingers, only these two now present themselves as “enlightened” New Age addicts of group sex. “It’s not really about penetration,” says Pína. “Well, it is a little,” says Joe. The dialogue that follows is almost shocking in its casual hilarity, because McCormack and Jones, in a brilliant act of screenwriting, have imagined this couple’s erotic encounters in a nearly cinematic fashion, as expressions of their character. The movie asks us to laugh at sexual folly and adventure without reducing it to a joke. And that’s before Pína and Hawk make the movie’s real invite: Do Joe and Angela want to join them in a foursome?

That sounds like the premise of a certain kind of Sundance movie — let’s call it kinky-cute. But “The Invite” is blessedly not that movie. Wilde, as a director, shoots it with an astonishing feeling of lived-in experience. The apartment where the entire film takes place looks real, with a history; it’s lit just right. And Joe and Angela’s reaction to their neighbors’ invitation isn’t reduced to one thing. Their response unfolds like a flower. It’s about horniness and loneliness and possibility, about the reasons they might actually want to have an orgy, and about how the movie is going to take this situation and run with it, neither playing it safe nor making it too easy.

All four of the actors are amazing. Rogen, while rooted in his vintage persona of crusty rationality, has never explored it this deeply. Wilde, who’s a spectacular actor, imbues Angela with so many frazzled shades of desire and unhappiness and dreams she’s still clinging to that her performance is like a blur that gradually comes into beautiful focus. Norton gets us giggling at Hawk’s Zen cowboy certitude, until we hear his own backstory, in a monologue you listen to in a spellbound hush. And Cruz, whose Pína is the catalyst of all this, projects an erotic life force that comes with its own gamesmanship. It’s Pína who says, in essence, that some relationships need to die so they can come to life again as something else. “The Invite” is marvelously entertaining, but part of the reason for that is that I think a lot of people are going to see themselves mirrored in this movie, which for all its sharp-tongued bravura is humane enough to play a truth game that rings true.

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‘The Invite’ Review: Olivia Wilde Directs and Stars in a Bravura Dinner-Party Dramedy That’s like ‘Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf?’ Redone as Vintage Woody Allen

Reviewed at Sundance Film Festival (Premieres), Jan. 24, 2026. Running time: 107 MIN.

• Production: An Annapurna Pictures, FilmNation Entertainment, Permut Presentations production. Producers: David Permut, Ben Browning, Megan Ellison. Executive producers: Saul Germaine, Patrick Chu, Shayne Fiske Goldner, Glen Basner, Andy Kim, Alex G. Scott, Alex Astrachan.
• Crew: Director: Olivia Wilde. Screenplay: Will McCormack, Rashida Jones. Camera: Adam Newport-Berra. Editor: Yorgos Mavropsaridis. Music: Devonté Hynes.
• With: Seth Rogen, Olivia Wilde, Penélope Cruz, Edward Norton.

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