Adria Arjona replaces Taylor Russell in ‘The Crown Affair' remake
Arjona joins Michael B. Jordan, who not only stars in the remake but also directs. The stylish heist thriller, a reimagining of the 1968 classic, is being produced by Amazon MGM Studios and boasts a cast stacked with prestige: Kenneth Branagh, Lily Gladstone, Danai Gurira, Pilou Asbæk, and Aiysha Hart round out the ensemble. The film is targeting a theatrical release on March 5, 2027.
This marks another major win for Arjona, who has been steadily climbing the Hollywood ranks. Her acclaimed performance in Andor helped catapult her into bigger projects, and her recent collaborations with Amazon, like Blink Twice, cemented her as a studio favorite. She'll also appear in Prime Video's upcoming crime drama Criminal, furthering her TV momentum.
While plot details remain locked down, insiders suggest the new Thomas Crown Affair will lean into modern romance, tech-savvy crime, and sharp psychological tension. The project is being penned by Drew Pearce, building on a draft originally developed by Wes Tooke and Justin Britt-Gibson. Producers include Jordan's Outlier Society, Charles Roven's Atlas Entertainment, and Marc Toberoff.
The internet responded quickly to the casting update, with fans applauding the upgrade. Comments across X and TikTok already frame Arjona as the film's secret weapon, with users buzzing about her chemistry with Jordan and her ability to 'own every frame.'
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Perhaps the strong coffee is a metaphor for Gat's skin colour (owing to his Indian heritage, which of course must be given a food-oriented description if we are to have any hope of picturing what he looks like.) It certainly isn't because Gat is a caffeine addict. We have also yet to deduce what levels of ambition or contemplation Gat radiated at age eight that were picked by young Cadence. Gat is not the only person who is awarded such trite allegories. On both page and screen, Cadence's cousins and best friends, John and Mirren, come with similar labels. John, apparently, is 'bounce, effort, and snark.' Mirren, meanwhile, is 'sugar, curiosity, and rain.' How does one come spring-loaded with effort or sugar? This, like Gat's ambition and coffee, remains tantalisingly unclear, although if at least one easily impressed reviewer is to be believed, all of this is indicative of 'beautifully executed, spare, precise, and lyrical prose." 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