Neon original film Anora was released October 18th, 2024.
#Anora made $55.7M at the international box office.
rottentomatoes: 94%
metacritic: 91
imdb: 7.9
palme d’or: win
oscars: 5 wins
golden globes: 5 nominations
SAG awards: 3 nominations
Ani Mikheeva
Anora Mikheeva is an exotic dancer in Brighton Beach, New York.
Actress in a Leading Role
1 win: 2025
Best Performance by a Female Actor in a Motion Picture — Musical or Comedy
1 nomination: 2025
Outstanding Performance by a Female Actor in a Leading Role
1 nomination: 2025
“Hi. Hi. I’m Ani. No? Yo waiting for someone else? All right. Are you sure? Okay. Hello. Hi. How are you? Hi. I’m Ani. Very nice to meet you. How you doing? Yeah? You can sit right there, okay? Okay. Mm-hmm. Yeah. Does your family know you’re here? Yeah? Hi. I’m Ani. Nice to meet you. Ricky? Hi. Nice to meet you. I’ll just sit right next to you right here. Very cozy, right? Yeah. You’re a hard worker? Yeah, well, we could go chill out in a private room. All right, lucky number six.” — Ani Mikheeva
“Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Okay. Bitch. Whoo! He was really weird. Super weird. Like, he would rub… yeah, like, he was like Indian Jeffrey Dahmer, and he kept, like, rubbing my leg… …in a circle like that. Yeah, it’s a butterfly. I know. No, but you’re manifesting with those. That’s fucking disgusting. Well, at least he bought the dances.” — Ani Mikheeva
“You can touch me. It’s okay. Yeah, make me a belt. A money belt? You don’t have cash? Let’s go to the ATM. You want to go to the ATM right now? Yeah, okay. Let’s go to the ATM. Let’s go get you some cash.” — Ani Mikheeva
“Seriously, he came out of the bathroom one time, and he didn’t zip up his fucking pants. It’s like, if you can’t zip up your fucking pants after you take a piss, I don’t trust you with the music. No, I know. It’s like… you know, Jimmy, the girls and I have been talking, and if your cousin doesn’t start showing us some respect, we’re not gonna tip out anymore. I shared my playlist with him, and he was very rude and dismissive. No. No, I’m eating my food. Come on. What the fuck.” — Ani Mikheeva
“Hi. Vanya. Okay. Nice to meet you, Vanya. Hi. I’m Ani. Mm. No, I don’t speak Russian, but I know Russian. I can speak Russian. I just prefer not to, but you can go ahead and speak Russian. I’ll understand. Um… okay. Hello, Ivan. My name is Ani. This is how I speak Russian. Do you still want me to speak Russian? No, it’s… my Russian is terrible. I can’t even roll my R’s. Really? Okay. Well, I disagree, but thank you. My grandmother never learned English, so… but enough about me. You two are from Russia? Oh, so you’re on vacation or… oh, yeah. Whatever you want. No, no, no. Your English is really good. Yeah. And you want to go to VIP, maybe?” — Ani Mikheeva
“Yeah, it’s a cool place. And the room I’m bringing you to is really nice. Right in there. Mm. Thank you. No, I’m not going anywhere. Can you sit on your hands for me? Sit on your hands. Hands under your legs. Mm-hmm. This is not allowed, but I like you. Give me your phone.” — Ani Mikheeva
“Do you see milk in the fridge? Then I didn’t pick up the fucking milk. Hi. Uh, I’m here for Mr. Zakharov. Yeah. Mm-hmm. Hi. Oh, yes. Hugs. Oh. Thank you. Aw. Thank you. Uh, yeah, I’ll-I’ll take a water. Mm-hmm. Yeah, thank you. Um, either is good. Wow. Not too shabby. Oh, I’m-I’m just playing. I meant your home is-is beautiful. Thank you. Okay. Oh. I’ll hurry up.” — Ani Mikheeva
“Whoa. Nice view. Okay. So, what are you looking for? Yeah, I know. I mean, like, anything special? Special sex. Okay. So, like, a little bit of everything? You want to take your clothes off? Wow. Okay. You want to put this on? Or do you want me to put it on for you? Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm. Okay. So you want me to stop? Okay. Oh, uh, sure. Thank you. That’s very generous of you. Yes. No. So, um, how old are you? Mm, older than you. No, I’m-I’m 23. Okay. You’re funny. I don’t know. You’re just… you’re, like… you’re funny. It’s… yeah, of course. Really funny cool. And if you don’t mind me asking, like, what do you do to get all of this?” — Ani Mikheeva
“Well, what do you think I think you do? Okay. Oh, really? Mm. Okay. Come on. Wait, so, like, you made some app or something? Is that… yeah? Sorry. I don’t know who that is. Google? Um… wait, what’s his name again? No, I-I got it. Thank you. Oh, shit.” — Ani Mikheeva
“Yes fucking way. And I’m seeing him again tonight, so… I guess he had fun or something. Uh, you want to mind your fucking business? Ginger c***. I might have to work that night. Can I bring someone? No, she’s not. You know, you paid for an hour, and there’s still like 45 minutes left, if you want to go again.” — Ani Mikheeva
“Yes fucking way. I fucking told you. Right? I know. And it’s fucking insane inside. There’s an elevator. Fucking elevator. Never seen anything like it. No, your tits look amazing. They look perfect. Wait, are my tits off? Bro. I know. I told you. Didn’t I tell you? It’s crazy, and upstairs is even more beautiful. Hi. Oh, uh, Lulu, this is Ivan. Yes, uh, this is Lulu. Yeah. Want to get some drinks? Thank you. You were right. You were right. This is bangin’. Yeah. Yes. Are you? Uh… maybe. Well, it’s New Year’s. I have holiday rates.” — Ani Mikheeva
“All good? Oh, fuck. No. No, dude, not good morning. It is 5:00 p.m. No, dude, I-I have to go to work. I have shit to do, okay? But text me if you want to see me again. Yeah? You have a question? Okay. Yeah? Like, how exclusive? Fifteen. Cash, up front. Deal. You know, I would’ve done it for ten.” — Ani Mikheeva
“Who’s the birthday boy? Happy birthday. Bye! Okay. Thank you. I am gonna fucking tell him. Hi, Jimmy. How are you doing? I thought you wanted me to tell him. Oh. The schedule. Oh, Jesus Christ, Jimmy, once you give me health insurance, workers’ comp and a fucking 401(k), then you can tell me when I work and not work. Shocker.” — Ani Mikheeva
“I’ll be back on Tuesday. Correct. No shit. Thank you. You like that? You have a cryo chamber? Oh, shit. How are you? Okay. You okay? ♪ Dope ♪. It’s fucking cold.” — Ani Mikheeva
“Hmm? Yes. Very happy. Are you happy? You ready now? You want me to… yeah? Okay. We are going all in. Vanya. Vanya. Vanya. Vanya, wait, wait, wait. Well, you know, it could last longer and be better if you just take it easy. Here. Let me do it. I hope you had fun this week. Oh, I did. You know, we should do it again sometime. Oh. Okay, so that’s why you’ve been splashing out, hmm? I love it. Well, I’m gonna miss you. What? Does that, like, sound weird? Or your money blyat. Of course. Oh, yeah? Okay. So, who would you marry?” — Ani Mikheeva
“‘You.’ Mm… don’t fuck around. Okay. Okay, go. Go get married. Fuck. You asshole. Don’t. Like, don’t fucking tease me with that shit, okay? It ain’t cool. Yeah? Seriously? Mm-hmm. So you want to get married to me, Vanya? You want me to be your little wifey? Yeah? Are you serious? Three carats. Oh, fuck yeah, I do. We got married! You’re an American, Vanya. We’re fucking married!” — Ani Mikheeva
“Yeah, it’s for real. What do you mean? Oh, my God, I know. Thank you. Yay! Aw. Oh, my God. Are you gonna cry? Stop. You don’t… you’ll come over for dinner, right? You know, I’ve been thinking about our honeymoon, and I think we should do it at Disney World because that’s been, like, my dream since I’ve been a little girl. Yeah. You know those suites where it’s, like, the Disney Princess theme? Yes, fucking Cinderella. You know me so fucking well, babe. Oh, of course I will, Jenny. Bye, babe. Seems I did, didn’t I? Oh, Diamond. Oh, sweetie. You know, I really hope you find your happiness one day. I really hope… oh, stay jealous, babe. Stay jealous, honey. Jealousy is a disease. Remember that, Diamond. I’m just gonna go chill in my mansion or whatever. You know, no big deal. Hey.” — Ani Mikheeva
Ivan Zakharov
“Without pants, without nothing. And then some… then… one second, bro. Wow. Ani. Yeah. I’m… yeah. You are beautiful. Um, I’m, uh, uh, Ivan, and… but you can call me Vanya. Yeah. And this is my best friend, uh, fucking best friend, Tom. You’re not bad. Uh, and, uh… I heard you speak Russian, right? What do you mean? Uh, I not understand. What the fuck? Yeah. Fuck yeah! No, no, you-you are not bad, really. You are not bad in Russian. Your Russian is great, great. Yeah. Yeah. And, uh, how do you know Russian? Ah. Uh-huh. Yeah. Yeah, I’m from Russia, uh, but he lives here. Yeah. Mm. Mm, yeah, vacation. I guess you can say that. Yeah. But I’m speaking, uh… may I switch to Russian? Yeah? Yeah. Yeah, because my English sounds terrible. At all, yeah. Yeah. And that’s why I think we should toast to our fucking bad accents with a bottle. Yeah, excellent. I want.”
“Oh. You work in a cool place. Mm-hmm. Wow. Mm. You’re very good, really. And one more. Yeah. Where are you going? What? Like… God bless America. Here’s to having a hard dick and lots of money. Um… I want to ask. Do you work outside the club? Uh…”
“Hi. Hello. What’s up? Uh… come in. Come in, please. Mm, so welcome to my humble abode. Uh… hugs. I can help you. Mm. Ooh, you-you look beautiful. Awesome. Want something to drink? Water? Are you sure? You can take everything you want. Vodka, tequila, whiskey, whiskey cola. Cola-Cola, maybe? No, a water’s good. Uh-huh. Suit yourself, Ani. Uh, sparkling for flat water? Oh… where’s the fucking water? What is ‘shabby?’ My home is okay, girl. Um, sparkling. Bedroom’s upstairs. Let’s go. Oh, sorry. I am waiting for you.”
“They didn’t make my bed yet. Fuck. Is it so difficult? Sorry. My view’s better. Um, sex. Yeah, special sex. Mm-hmm. A little bit of… yes. Sounds fucking amazing. Yeah. Hmm? Faster. Faster, faster. Faster. Faster. Faster. Stop. Stop. Stop. Stop, stop, stop! I said… ah. Want you? S-S-S-Sure. But be careful with that shit, yeah? But be careful with that shit, yeah? Careful. Ah. And that’s for you. Tip. Yeah. And I want to say one more thing. It was really amazing. Oh, oh, oh. I love these guys. You know them? Oh. You must know them. Twenty-one. How old are you? How old are you? 25? Oh, wow. You act like you are 25. Yeah, I know. So, funny? Why? Funny cool, right? Yeah.”
“What do you think I do? Oh, fucking English. Mm. Okay. I can say, but it’s, uh… it’s really big secret. I’m really big drug dealer. Why you trust…? No. But I’m really big gun dealer. Yeah. Yeah. I-I made. I do have some cool ideas for apps. No, but no, no. I… no. Okay. My father… uh, long story short, my dad is Nikolai Zakharov. Whoa. Google him. Yeah. Nikolai Zakharov. I-I can spell it for you. N-I-K-O-lai… yeah? Yeah, let me see. ‘Children.’ Yeah. Vanya Zakharov. It’s me. ‘Oh, shit.'”
“Yeah. Oh! Oh. This is genius! Come on, come on, come on, come on. Oh, that was crazy. Little bonus because you’re the best. Okay. Let’s go! By the way, I’m having a party. New Year’s party. And you have to come. It’s going to be banging. Oh, no. You might not work that night. Fuck. No. Uh, if it is a boy, no. I don’t want a sausage party. Fuck. Okay. See you here. Why don’t you shoot? What?”
“Yo, yo, yo. What’s up? Hi. Yeah. Oh. Very nice to meet you. Uh, I am so excited that you are here, and let’s go drink. Yes? Yeah, go, go, go, go, go. Are you ready? And, Ani, your mouth here. From the titty. Yeah! Ani, Ani, Ani, let’s go, go, go, go. Yeah, yeah. Fireworks after! Tell me if you see those Armenians. By the way, you can’t find blow like this in Moscow. Your, uh, looks great. Yeah. Mm. Huh? Ah, yeah? Having fun? Yeah, yeah. Do exactly that. I wanted to ask, uh, are you available tonight? The fuck? Maybe? Ah. And what? Ah.”
“Yeah? Dude, what the fuck. I’m busy. These fucking guys don’t know their place. All great. Yeah. Good morning. Well, then, good evening. Wait, are you leaving? Yeah, don’t go. Don’t go yet. What? No. Uh… I have one question. Yeah, man. One minute. One minute, one question. Mm. I want to make an offer. Um, would you want to be exclusive with me? I don’t know. We can hang out with my boys. Simply be my girlfriend for the week. My horny girlfriend for the week. Oh. What about… …ten K of dollars. Deal. Well, if I were you, I wouldn’t do it for less than 30.”
“No. You know, Ani, it’s the champagne glass of my mother. Of my fucking mother. And it will be your champagne glass. About my new girlfriend. Yeah. To the most amazing chick. Yeah. One more. One more. Instantly. Instantly. Fuck. Klara, maybe you want a hit? Mm-hmm. It was really funny when, uh, Klara smoked last time. My mother, uh, caught her in the cryo chamber. Nothing. Just keep working. Yeah. Yeah, but I’m not allowed to drive them because my parents are dicks.”
“Yeah, what’s up, man? Up. ♪ Hi, Mr. Billy ♪ Again we’re smoking dope ♪ In your candy shop, in your candy shop ♪. Ani! What the fuck? Whoa. No, no, no, no, no, no, no. What are you doing? What the fuck? Can you say hi to my Instagram?”
“Ani. Are you happy? Yeah, I’m always happy. No, it’s really good lines, but ladies first. Ladies first. Yeah, yeah, yeah, that’s… can you… Vegas. It’s a great idea. We are going to fucking Vegas. Welcome to Vegas!”
“Ah. Uh-huh. What the fuck, man? Are you fucking kidding me? You mean I have to wait? You mean we have to wait right now, bro, yes? Yes? I am fucking with you, dude. We will stay here. It’s nice to come back. Let’s go apeshit on this fucking casino. Yeah! Oh! Can somebody turn on music? Can… Tom, Tom.”
“Try this, try this, try this. No, no, no. No. No, no, no. Go away from my room! If you are ready now, yeah, we can… okay, yes, I’m ready now. ‘We are going in, all in.’ Yeah, say it. Motherfucker. Whatever. Whatever, guys. What… but do it with a double dose because we’re gonna go even harder tonight. Okay?”
“I am really happy that we are here, and, uh… I don’t know. Fuck. You’re the best, guys. You are the fucking best. What happened? Like, how? Ah. Mm-hmm. Oh, I think I love you. Fuck. I hope you had fun this week. Yeah. For sure. Mm, but… I have to go back to Russia because I promised my father that I would start working in his fucking company. Eh, no, I am always partying like this. Mm. What? No, no. And will you miss me or my money blyat? Yeah, I like it. But, mm, if I get married to an American, I wouldn’t have to go back to Russia. Mm-hmm.”
“I don’t know. Maybe Crystal. Or your friend Lulu. She’s so hot. You. It’s Vegas. It’s fucking Vegas. Don’t people get married in Vegas? I am not fucking around. Yes. Yes, let’s get married. Why? Stop. Stop, stop, stop. Ani. Will you marry me? Seriously. Yes. I just think we had great time together, and, uh… shit, I’m nervous. I’ll say it in Russian. I think we would have a great time even if I didn’t have money. And I will become American, and my parents will suck my dick. I am serious. And I said it twicely. What about four or five? Or six? I do. Say yes. My wife! It’s my wife, man. It’s my wife. She can do it. It’s my wife, man. Yeah, we got married five minutes ago, man. I’m fucking American! I am American, bitch!”
Lulu
“Like, serial killer weird? Oh, no. What is that? Is that a butterfly? You’re so classy. I got dollar signs like a real ho. He said I looked like his 18-year-old daughter. And then he bought five dances from me. Yeah.”
“Dude, he’s 40. He’s literally geriatric. Yeah. She’s eating.”
“No. No way. Bro. Crazy. Gross.”
“No fucking way. Girl. Girl! Oh, my God. Wait. Are my tits off? Okay. No. Bro. Girl. Hell yeah.”
“Stop. Cinderella.”
Diamond
“Ani? When Robert was here the other night, did he ask you for a dance? And you danced with him? Okay. Okay.”
“Yeah, we all know what fun you are, babe. You’re making it our fucking business. Chatty bitch.”
“Caught your whale? I give it two weeks, bitch. I hope you find a fucking plastic surgeon. What the fuck?! Play in my fucking face again, bitch. See what happens. You’re a fucking bitch.”
Jimmy / Dawn
“Ani. I got a kid who wants someone who speaks Russian. All right. I’ll talk to him. All right, seriously? You’re killing me. Let’s go. Come on.”
“That’s why you have Tupperware. To keep things fresh. He’s a spender. Come on. Let’s go. Time is money, baby. Get a roll on it. Hey, guys. Guys. Guys. Hello. This is the beautiful Ani. She’s gonna take care of everything you need tonight. Ani, make me proud.”
“Thank y’all for coming in. Y’all come back. Y’all come see us soon. Come with me. Go ahead. Tell him. Tell him, because I don’t want to. What’s going on? You don’t even want to know. You don’t want to fucking know, Jimmy. She wants a week off. You see the shit that I have to deal with? I just made the schedule. Now she wants to pull this bullshit. We just gave you New Year’s. Well, none of that’s gonna happen, so… bye.”
“So, this is for real? ‘Cause if it is, I got to stop letting the high rollers in. They’re stealing my best girls. Come here.”
Tom
“What’s up?”
“Yo, that’s the escort that’s fucking Ivan. I’m telling you. She’s pretty good, yeah?”
“Hell yeah. To Ani. Okay. What’s up, Ivan? Yep, yep, yep. Want? Oh, yeah, man, finish it up. Come on, man. We’re gonna take our break. Ten minutes, man.”
“Oh, shit. What are you doing? Don’t do that. No, come back. Come back. What are you doing? Tell him, tell him, tell him, Ivan. Come on. Come on.”
“I got it. I got it. I claim your mom. Let’s play blackjack, for sure. Oh.”
Vera
“Yo. Yo. Yo. Did you pick up milk? No. Wonderful. Thank you.”
“Today is Tuesday. That’s a week.”
Toros
“Hey! Hey! Hey! Get down. This is not jungle gym.”
“Ivan, we’re leaving. You good?”
Brighton Beach / Vegas
“Hello. Please to meet you. Yes. I’m doing well. Thank you. Oh, quite lovely.”
“Do you still talk to your family? Do they know you do this? They do? They’re okay with it? I’d be okay. I hope not.”
“Nice to meet you, Ani. I’m Ricky. Yeah. Oh, yeah. Pretty serious. A lot of work, but, you know, that’s why I’m here. Chill out and come here, you know? That’s my number. Thank you. Oh. Yeah.”
“Yeah! Yeah? I’ll build you a belt. Well, I can’t spend too much. Great.”
“Who are you talking about, the DJ? He’s an asshole. Ivan?”
“Calm down, Diamond.”
“No way. Totally. Seventeen! Sixteen! Fifteen! Fourteen! Thirteen! Twelve! Eleven! Ten! Nine! Eight! Seven! Six! Five! Four! Three! Two! One!”
“I don’t see anyone. Goodbye. Damn. She’s fucking hot, man. Yeah, baby. This guy right here.”
“And what we are cheering for? Sorry, Ivan. Not today. What?”
“What’s up? I’m good. Welcome. You guys can just, like, eat whatever the fuck you want. We got ice cream. There’s, like, whatever the fuck these are. There’s Ring Pops. Like, literally, I just fuck around in here. The boss is old as fuck, and he’s, like, blind and deaf. He can’t even fucking hear us right now, Helen Keller-ass bitch, like… just fucking go crazy.”
“Bitch, don’t die on the job. How many times you guys have to be told not… no smoking dope in here? But we’re addicted to the reefer, Billy. ♪ Dope ♪. What are you doing? Come back.”
“Guys, the best ketamine I ever tried was in Vegas. We’re in Vegas, bitch!”
“Welcome back, Mr. Zakharov. Your suite is almost ready. We didn’t know you were coming, and the suite was occupied… …but they’re out, and housekeeping should be done any minute. Yeah, go off, Vanya. Very good. Have a great time. What the fuck are you waiting for?”
“Turn on the music! Vanya! I want this one! This one’s mine! Vanya! You claim this room, I claim your sister.”
“Twenty-two, all in. How much money is that? Thank you. Tom, give me a cigarette. One cigarette. You know? Fuck you. They fucking do this every day. Thank you.”
“Do you promise to love, honor and cherish her all the days of your life? And do you, Anora, take this handsome gentleman standing before you to be your best friend, your protector, your husband? Do you promise to love, honor and cherish him all the days of your life? It is now my great honor to now pronounce you as husband and wife. You may seal your promises with a kiss!”
“You’re so lucky. You hit the lotto, bitch. Bye, Ani. You better visit us, bitch. Okay, Ani. Any, come on.”
