There is a hotel somewhere in Europe. It sits in a city buried under snow, its hallways empty, its bar open all day, its guests drifting through the lobby like ghosts who haven't realized they're dead. A couple checks in. They are here to adopt a baby. She is sick. He is terrified. And the harder they try to complete the simplest human transaction—bringing a child home—the more the world around them seems to unravel.
That is the premise of Martin Scorsese's next film. At 82, the director who has spent half a century chronicling American violence, guilt, and redemption is turning his gaze to something stranger. The Truth About Night will be his 27th narrative feature, his eighth collaboration with Leonardo DiCaprio, and his first time directing Jennifer Lawrence.
She and DiCaprio play the couple. He is a man whose love for his dying wife has curdled into a desperate need to control the one thing he can: the adoption that might give their lives meaning. She is a woman whose body is betraying her, watching her husband unravel, unsure if the child they're chasing is salvation or delusion.

The novel they're adapting, Peter Cameron's What Happens at Night, has been described as "Kafka meets The Shining." That feels right. But it's also something Scorsese has been circling his whole career: the moment when reality becomes indistinguishable from nightmare, when faith curdles into obsession, when a man walks into a room and can no longer tell if the people in it are real.
They will not be alone in that hotel. Patricia Clarkson, Jared Harris, and Mads Mikkelsen are checking in as well—a faith healer, a businessman, a singer—each carrying something the couple cannot name.
Scorsese and DiCaprio have made seven films together. The Departed. The Wolf of Wall Street. Killers of the Flower Moon. Each one has been, in its way, about men trapped inside systems of their own making. This one feels different. The trap here is not crime or money or power. It is grief. It is love. It is a hotel that may or may not exist, in a city that may or may not be real, on a night that may never end.

For Lawrence, this is a homecoming of sorts. She worked with Scorsese before—he produced Die, My Love—but never under his direction. She and DiCaprio shared the screen in Don't Look Up, a film about the end of the world that managed to be both absurd and devastating. This feels like the darker half of that equation.

Studiocanal and Apple TV will produce and distribute. There is no release date yet. 

There is only the promise of something strange: an 82-year-old master, his favorite actor, one of the defining actresses of her generation, walking into a frozen city where nothing is as it seems, and trying to find their way out. Or maybe they don't find their way out. Maybe that's the point.