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Starring: Eva Noblezada, Simon Pegg, Jane Fonda, Whoopi Goldberg, Flula Borg, Lil Rel Howery, Colin O’Donoghue, and John Ratzenberger
OUR RATING: ★★★☆☆
Apple TV+ animated fantasy comedy directed by Peggy Holmes. Luck (2022) centers on an unlucky girl, Sam (Eva Noblezada), who stumbles upon the never-before-seen world of good and bad luck, and must join with magical creatures to uncover a force more powerful than even luck itself.
Our Favorite Quotes:'Forever family. It's the people who are always there for you, no matter what happens. The ones who don't leave, they stick.' - Sam (Luck) Click To Tweet
Hazel: You sure have bad luck, Sam Greenfield.
Social Worker: I guess we weren’t lucky enough to find you that forever family.
Sam: Yeah, sure missed the boat on that one. On the upside, now I can put all that hoping behind me.
Sam: Okay, universe, think you’re pretty tough? Take that, universe!
Marvin: You’ll have better luck tomorrow. I’m sure of it.
Sam: I keep hoping, Marv.
'It's one of the benefits of bad luck. It teaches you to pivot.' - Rootie (Luck) Click To Tweet
Hazel: What if I never find a forever family?
Sam: This was just a little bad luck. Of course you will.
Hazel: You didn’t.
Sam: Yeah, but you’re not me. You’re the lucky leprechaun, remember? You always find the pot of gold, and this will be no different. You’ll find your forever family too.
Sam: If I could just give her a little good luck. But you can’t give someone something you’ve never had. Still, if I could, and if good luck was something you could actually hold in your hand, I’d give it all to Hazel. So that maybe she could find her forever family, and not end up alone like me, sitting on a curb, talking to a cat.
Sam: Find a penny, pick it up, and all day long, you’ll have good luck.
Sam: I found an actual lucky penny. And what did I do? I flushed it down the toilet.
Bob: You did what?! You flushed my penny down the toilet? What did you do that for?
Sam: You just talked.
'You can't give someone something you've never had.' - Sam (Luck) Click To Tweet
Bob: [to himself] How was my day? Oh, it was lovely! Thank you. Just brilliant. Lost my travel penny and was chased across the city by an unrelenting human zombie.
Bob: Always with the obnoxiously long password!
Bob: Now, about that penny problem. Why you talking to yourself, Bob? Oh, just practicing so when I’m banished forever, I’ll have someone to talk to.
Bob: What manner of crazy human are you?
Sam: What kind of a crazy talking cat are you?
Bob: A lucky Scottish one, obviously.
Sam: But black cats aren’t lucky.
Bob: Ha! In Scotland, black cats are considered very lucky, thank you very much.
Sam: Is this Scotland?
'Find a penny, pick it up, and all day long, you'll have good luck.' - Sam (Luck) Click To Tweet
Bob: [referring to his penny] We creatures from the Land of Luck aren’t lucky in your world, so we carry some with us just to be safe.
Sam: Did you just say, “Land of Luck”?
Bob: What have I done? I wasn’t supposed to stop and eat human food. I definitely wasn’t supposed to talk in front of a human. And I sure as heck wasn’t supposed to let the human who lost my travel penny follow me through the portal!
Bob: Even if you could masquerade as some freakishly big leprechaun, I can’t get past the Captain without turning in a penny.
Captain: Ooh, the sweet clankety-clack of lucky pennies. There’s no better sound in the world.
Captain: Okay, Bob, what are you up to?
Bob: Why can’t a cat ask how his boss’s day is going?
Captain: Because it’s weird, Bob. Because you never have asked me anything, Bob. Because we don’t even like each other, Bob. Because you give me the heebie-jeebies, and you always have, Bob.
Bob: Oh, is that all? Alrighty then.
'Why you talking to yourself, Bob? Oh, just practicing so when I'm banished forever, I'll have someone to talk to.' - Bob (Luck) Click To Tweet
Bob: Say, Captain, do you like jokes?
Captain: Only the funny ones, Bob.
Bob: Right. Well, then you’ll love this one. Why did the penny arrest the nickel?
Captain: I don’t know, Bob. Why?
Bob: Because she was a copper!
Captain: [after laughing] Wasn’t funny.
Bob: Yeah. Not my best.
Sam: Not to pry, but do you have fingers?
Bob: Thumbs. I’m polydactyl.
Bob: [as they’re pretending Sam is a leprechaun from Latvia] Well, cheers to Latvia for growing them big. Guess not all lucky creatures are teeny-toaty like us, eh?
Sam: [referring to the leprechauns] They were so sweet and tiny.
Bob: And surprisingly less clever than usual.
'Lucky creatures don't try. They don't have to.' - Bob (Luck) Click To Tweet
Bob: Just how unlucky are you?
Sam: Yeah, super-duper unlucky.
Bob: Well, I wish you would have made that clear before we shook on our little deal.
Bob: There is no unlucky here. So if you want that lucky penny for your wee friend, you best start blending in.
Sam: That’s what I was trying to do.
Bob: Aha! Well, that was your first mistake. Lucky creatures don’t try. They don’t have to. And stop sweating. They don’t do that either.
Sam: Right. Okay. I’ll try my best. I mean, I’ll try to act like I’m not trying.
Bob: Good answer.
Bob: You’re not a lucky leprechaun, Sam. You’re an insanely unlucky human. Or maybe you’ve forgotten.
Sam: Trust me. I haven’t.
Bob: You’ll cause a disaster.
Sam: I’m not a Latvian leprechaun, Gerry. I’m a human.
Sam: Wait. There’s a Bad Luck here too?
Gerry: Well, not here, here. But down there, here, yeah. It’s the other half of our world. Good Luck on top, and Bad Luck on the bottom. Only their half isn’t so nice.
Sam: Of course, it isn’t. Bad luck ruins everything it touches.
'That's what good luck does. The luck you create today could change a life tomorrow.' - Dragon (Luck) Click To Tweet
Gerry: So, this is Good Luck R and D, where good luck is created.
Sam: Wait. They actually think up the good luck?
Gerry: Yeah. Those two work in Happy Accidents. One of the many Good Luck departments, like Lucky in Love, Front Row Parking Spot. Ooh! Right Place, Right Time. You humans love that one.
Dragon: Time to open your hearts to do what only you can do. Let me hear it!
Pig: Bring hope and joy to the world!
Dragon: That’s what good luck does. The luck you create today could change a life tomorrow.
Phil the Pig Foreman: Let’s make some good luck, you prosperity-making wonder pigs!
Bob: The Randomizer. It smashes the crystals into lucky dust, then sends it randomly through the luck lines into your world.
Sam: Wait. You’re saying luck is random?
Bob: Aye. Hence the name, Randomizer.
'The bad luck sticks to itself like the butter of nuts to the roof of your mouth.' - Jeff the Unicorn (Luck) Click To Tweet
Sam: So, who makes the bad luck?
Bob: Roots and goblins, mainly.
Sam: Roots and goblins? I should have known it would be monsters.
Captain: Everyone knows the punishment for stealing good luck, is banishment to Bad Luck. So I’m coming for you, penny thief. And, Bob, if it turns out to be you, I’m really going to enjoy this.
Sam: That’s a lot of dog poop research. “Slipped on it. Smell it but can’t find it. Left the house without a poop bag. Torn poop bag. It’s a wet one.” Gross. “Stepped in it.” And, “Tracked it in the house.”
Sam: Jeff’s a unicorn?
'You want good things for others in a way that I can't comprehend, and you'll endure the worst bad luck ever to make it happen.' - Bob (Luck) Click To Tweet
Jeff the Unicorn: Oh, you surprise my heart to stop. Mighty leprechaun Fräulein! Okay. Well done, nature!
Sam: So you two are friends?
Jeff the Unicorn: Oh, Robert doesn’t want friends. But lucky for him, I wouldn’t take nein for an answer.
Jeff the Unicorn: So the thing is, the bad luck sticks to itself like the butter of nuts to the roof of your mouth.
Sam: So, you’re saying bad luck attracts more bad luck? Because that would explain a lot.
Jeff the Unicorn: Ja. Like glue.
Jeff the Unicorn: Oh, and I no longer go by Jeff. Recently I have reverted to my birth name, Heimdall! Heim-dall. Like, you know, the little doll, but first with a “Heim” in the front. Okay, ja, sure, the name fit better when I was younger. I get it. You don’t have to say it.
'I know bad luck can be terrible, especially when it keeps coming. But we still need it.' - Sam (Luck) Click To Tweet
Jeff the Unicorn: But we einhorn have cared for the Randomizer since the buttocks of dawn.
Dragon: It’s bad luck. It’s a cruel, corrosive agent of sadness and destruction.
Sam: These unlucky humans, who, no matter how hard they try, bad luck always shows up just to beat them down and make them feel so…
Sam: When you have good luck, it feels like anything is possible. I guess it’s because…
Dragon: Good luck is joy.
Sam: Yes. And hope. It’s like you said, it’s the good kind of luck.
Bob: Get off me. I won’t be cat-handled like this!
Bob: I can’t believe you just did that. I mean, thank you, like a lot. But you could’ve taken that penny straight to your friend Hazel. Her first, then me. That was the deal.
Sam: I could never let you be sent to Bad Luck so that Hazel could have good luck. It doesn’t work like that.
Bob: [as he and Sam watch Jeff on his exercise bike] I have no words.
Bob: Tell me again why she needs good luck so badly.
Sam: If her visit goes well, she could find her forever family.
Bob: Which is what exactly?
Sam: It’s the people who are always there for you, no matter what happens. The ones who don’t leave, they stick.
Sam: I swear I could hug you right now.
Bob: Cats aren’t really huggers.
Bob: Hey, Sam. I’m curious. What do you hope for now?
Sam: Are you asking me questions, Bob?
Bob: Now that you’re finally leaving, it seemed like a good time to get to know you better.
Sam: In that case, I guess I just hope I can do something good with my life. That my bad luck won’t get in the way, you know?
Bob: Aye. I think I do.
Captain: I was right all along. You’re a liar and a thief. I bet you’re not even Scottish.
Sam: I’m not. I’m English actually. And I lived eight lives in bad luck before I found that penny.
Sam: It was the penny that made you lucky.
Bob: Yes. I’m a bad luck black cat. And I always will be.
Sam: I make things worse. It’s what I do. You’d think I would have learned my lesson by now. To just lay down for once, stop trying so hard. Stop sweating, like you said.
Bob: I should never have said that.
Sam: It’s true. Even here, in the luckiest place in the universe, I still found a way to screw it all up. And that’s how I know.
Bob: Know what?
Sam: That it’s not my bad luck that’s the problem. It’s just me. And there’s no amount of good luck that can ever fix it.
Bob: You’re not bad, Sam. You’re the opposite of bad, like some kind of pure goodness I didn’t think was possible for a human. Your first instinct is to share, like the tasty meat bread. Or to help, even if helping might stop you from getting what you want the most. And what’s crazier is what you want the most isn’t even for you. You want good things for others in a way that I can’t comprehend, and you’ll endure the worst bad luck ever to make it happen.
Bob: I was wrong to ever tell you not to try, because every time you do, you make things better. And that’s how I know.
Sam: Know what?
Bob: That your friend Hazel doesn’t need good luck. She’s already the luckiest girl in the world because she has you. You said you wanted to do something good with your life. You already have.
Bob: I didn’t mean to make you cry.
Sam: Don’t worry, Bob. It’s a happy cry.
Bob: Humans are so weird.
Sam: Welcome back to the Land of Bad Luck.
Bob: Oh, it’s like I never left.
Sam: Monsters, huh?
Bob: You said monsters. I said roots and goblins, which they are. Oh, and goats.
Sam: How do they know you?
Bob: Oh, I spent a couple of hours here.
Rootie: Yeah, try eight lifetimes. Just sitting here, sipping my famous tangerine tornado, and talking about how if he could just find a little good luck, he could finally be happy.
Rootie: I’m Rootie, the proprietor of this tropical juice bar, and the self-appointed mayor of Bad Luck.
Rootie: What’s going on?
Bob: Well, the luck lines have detached, the Randomizer is broken, and we’re floating off into the void with no real purpose to exist.
Rootie: We thought we just short-circuited a wire. We didn’t realize we had broken the whole world.
Sam: Oh, it wasn’t you guys. It was us.
Rootie: Something broke, and it wasn’t our fault? Amen, brother.
Rootie: It’s one of the benefits of bad luck. It teaches you to pivot.
Sam: I know bad luck can be terrible, especially when it keeps coming. But we still need it.
Dragon: Need it? The only thing bad luck ever did for me was break my world and break my heart.
Sam: No. It was me who broke your world. It’s Bad Luck that’s here helping put it back together.
Sam: I know you’re afraid to let bad luck in. You think it’s the reason you’re alone. I did too. I blamed bad luck for everything that went wrong in my life. But coming here, I realized that it also made some things go very right.
Sam: You think your creatures can’t endure bad luck. But they can, and they will. And so can you. You don’t have to fear bad luck, because you have each other. And that makes you the luckiest creatures I know.
Dragon: Why, if good and bad luck can at long last live side by side, then I would love nothing more. Far be it from me to take all the mystery out of life. Both it is.
Sam: Speaking of my bad luck, I’d like to thank you guys for sending it all my way. The flat tires, the toast jam-side-down, the keys in the sewer.
Goblin: Hey, that was me!
Sam: It wasn’t all fun, but I wouldn’t change a single thing.
Bob: You’re all better friends than I deserve.
Rootie: Oh, well, that’s true.
Bob: Especially you, Gerry. And friends we will stay. But as for where I live out the rest of my days, if I can, I’d like to spend them with Sam, in her world. Be your forever family?
Sam: Me and you, a forever family? I’d really love that.
Sam: You realize you’re hugging me, right?
Bob: Yes. And you better get used to it.
Sam: I should never have gotten you a cell phone.
Bob: I can’t stop. I’m sorry. I have a problem. I was born to thumb-type.
Bob: [to the dog] Good work, Bingo. Who’s your master? Who’s your master? That’s right. Bob is. Bob is your master.
Sam: My new life is nothing like the one I pictured. It’s better. Things don’t always go as planned, of course. Unless, well, you plan for them. In the end, you might say that bad luck led me to the luckiest thing in the world. Or was it good luck? Whatever it was, I found my forever family. The kind that doesn’t leave. They stick. And I’d do it all over again to get here.