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Posted on 10/01/2026 9:12:00 AM PDT by Red Badger
Hollywood just spent a fortune to tell you the fuel that heats your house, moves your food, and keeps the lights on is a moral crime. The audience looked at the trailer, looked at the ticket price, and stayed home. Tom Cruise’s climate sermon Digger opens Friday, and the early math says Warner Bros. is about to bury more than $100 million in a hole of its own digging.
John Nolte at Breitbart called the thing what it is. A shrill, unsubtle, 129-minute attack on the people who dare to use oil to make a better life. Director Alejandro González Iñárritu, the man behind Birdman and The Revenant, put Cruise in heavy makeup as Digger Rockwell, a Texas wildcatter who built his father’s company into a global outfit with rigs in Greenland and Alaska. Then the movie spends two hours screaming that the standard of living those rigs bought is everybody’s fault.
A Lecture Wearing a Movie Star This is not a Mission Impossible stunt reel. It is Cruise’s first non-action lead in more than a decade, and the studio sold it as satire. The cast is stacked on purpose. Riz Ahmed, Sandra Hüller, Michael Stuhlbarg, Jesse Plemons, and John Goodman as a loudmouth president of the United States. The plot, such as it is, drops an oil baron into an ecological calamity he supposedly started and asks how much blood is on his hands.
Christian Toto, writing at Hollywood in Toto, warned readers what they were actually buying. Endless speeches on the horrors of climate change and how dern evil oil is. Cruise gets an extended close-up to rant, rave, and announce the approved moral.
We need it. We crave it. We will risk everything to burn it. So this is all our fault. Toto’s verdict was blunt. Bloated, dull, obvious, utterly lacking in self-awareness, and exhausting. Would you want to spend two hours with grown men screaming at the top of their lungs?
Even the house critics flinched. A RogerEbert.com review called Digger devoid of substance and accused Iñárritu of staging a bad, unfunny play inside his own movie, then digging a bigger hole the longer he talked. The Hollywood Reporter said the satire is so smug and bombastic it makes Adam McKay’s Don’t Look Up look almost harmless. A climate reporter at Grist, who wanted this movie to work, still walked out reaching for an Advil and called the result a mess of shrieking and spittle.
Rotten Tomatoes sits around 52 percent. Nolte’s point is the useful one. These critics grade left-wing message pictures on a curve. Evil white men, evil businessmen, oil bad, the planet dying, delivered by the biggest movie star alive. If that cocktail still comes back rotten, the picture has to be genuinely awful. The woke lab ran the experiment and the lab rats refused the pellet.
The Box Office Already Voted Page Six reported the tracking collapse in plain numbers. Early guesses had the opening near $30 million, then $20 million, then $18 million to $20 million. By Wednesday the professional estimate had fallen to $8 million to $12 million for the weekend, good for somewhere between second and fifth, and maybe not even that. Variety and other trackers put the range a notch higher, at $12 million to $15 million. Either figure is a humiliation for a Cruise vehicle.
The budget story is worse. The film was greenlit around $125 million. Four people with knowledge of the production told the trades it climbed to $160 million to $180 million after the shoot ran long. Marketing is widely pegged near another $100 million.
Theaters keep about half of every ticket. Rival executives told Variety a movie this size needed something like a $40 million debut and roughly $350 million worldwide to break even. A Warner Bros. spokesman disputed the scarier math and put break-even closer to $300 million. Nolte’s back-of-the-envelope figure, once promotion is counted, pushes the real number toward $500 million.
Split the difference and you still land in the same ditch. An $8 million to $15 million opening does not grow into a $300 million global gross. Not for an R-rated original comedy that critics already find exhausting. If the projections hold, the loss clears $100 million, and that is before anybody prices the damage to Cruise’s run of audience trust.
Presales heading into Friday were reportedly about half of what Warner’s One Battle After Another had at the same point, and that film opened to $22 million. Amazon’s Colleen Hoover thriller Verity is tracking above $30 million in the same corridor. People will still buy a ticket. They will not buy this ticket.
They Preached to a Congregation That Already Left Scripture has a name for this kind of swap. “Who changed the truth of God into a lie, and worshipped and served the creature more than the Creator, who is blessed for ever.”
The created world is a gift. Oil in the ground is part of that gift. Men learned to pull it out, refine it, and turn it into heat, transport, medicine, fertilizer, and the cheap calories that ended famine for a large share of the planet. Calling that theft is not science. It is a liturgy.
The doomsday calendar has been wrong so often it has become its own genre. Ice ages, resource cliffs, and drowned cities keep getting rescheduled. Meanwhile the audience that was supposed to applaud already lives with the bill. Higher fuel costs, banned appliances, and lectures from people who fly private to climate summits. Digger does not argue with those people. It scolds them, then asks them for $15 and two hours.
Warner Bros. picked a strange week to set the money on fire. This is reportedly the studio’s last release as a standalone company before Paramount Skydance, and David Ellison, close the purchase. Nolte read the release date as a flare. Please buy us before we finish the job ourselves.
The same lot has already watched The Bride! and Supergirl head toward nine-figure theatrical losses. Dune Part III in December is supposed to stop the bleeding. A Cruise climate farce was never going to be the tourniquet.
There is a cleaner lesson sitting in the wreckage. Politics is downstream from culture, and culture is downstream from what people will actually sit through. Hollywood can still hire the star, hire the Oscar director, and hire the sermon.
It cannot hire the crowd. The crowd already knows who heats the house. They are not interested in being told that miracle is a sin, and they are perfectly happy to let Warner Bros. pay for the privilege of saying it.
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Gotta heat those theaters with somethin’. Burning tires?
Xena was quite the Vixen back in the early 1990’s.
I almost thought that Cruise had more sense.
Many of the tv series we watch were made in Canada, some in Georgia. Hollywood can disappear for all I care.
Apocalypse movies jumped the shark when we were asked to believe humanity was saved by the acting prowess of John Cusack in 2012.
Yes and even more fuel hogging vehicles. He’s preaching that you are depleting his fuel supplies.
Metthinks “Digger” is his industry penance for making “Top Gin: Maverick”.
This “message movie” is another case of a “star” and his “FU Money” run amok. What does he care of it flops? He got paid.
Tom Cruise is one of the most intellectually deficient stars in Hollywood, always has been. His success is despite his stupidity and it never ceases to amaze me. If he hates petroleum so much, maybe he should remove those veneers that hide his grotesque teeth; he wouldn’t have them without petroleum-base acrylic resin.
Film is oil-based.
Killing his image.
The Hollywood power brokers all got a piece of that taxpayer funding, and likely don't hold it against Tom Cruise.
REMIND US ALL: NOW MANY CARS & PLANES DOES CRUISE HAVE???
It wouldn’t get too far with batteries!
Tell it to the House of Windsor.
The Waleses were with Cruise at the London premiere.
Tom Cruise owns a fleet of 4 fixed-wing aircraft, with total values estimated at over $43 million. A licensed pilot since 1994, he manages a collection that spans from ultra-luxury private travel to rare aviation history
Still looking for that Oscar Tommy? You won’t ind it here.
I shan’t be watching.
Four minutes from 1962......
The End Of The World Beyond the Fringe, British comedy team
Not nearly a funny as Al Gore, but then again....
Do as I say, not as a I do, Suckahs!
I saw Airplane in Hungary. English with Hungarian subtitles. They didn’t understand what was so funny.
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