Ice Cube Double Feature by Jeff Mitchell

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On June 15, N.W.A founding member, screenwriter, and actor Ice Cube – aka O’Shea Jackson - turns 51 years young.  Ice Cube has starred in critically-acclaimed movies like “Three Kings” (1999) and “Rampart” (2011), and also popular comedies like “Friday” (1995), “21 Jump Street” (2012), “Ride Along” (2014), and their respective sequels.  Of course, his son O’Shea Jackson Jr. played him in the N.W.A biopic “Straight Outta Compton” (2015).

To help celebrate this iconic music and big-screen performer’s birthday, let’s look back at two memorable turns from his film library:  his first movie role and a celebrated lead-spin in a huge comedy ensemble.

Enjoy this double feature, and Happy Birthday, Ice Cube!  

Doughboy/Darren, “Boyz n the Hood” (1991) – When John Singleton’s film opens, 10-year-old Tre (Desi Arnez Hines II) walks with three classmates to an abandoned crime scene in South Central Los Angeles.  They duck under the yellow police tape, see “Four More Years – Reagan Bush ’84” posters littered with bullet holes, and blood splattered on walls and the trash beneath their feet.  Tre and thousands of other kids stand on uncertain ground in these parts, as occasional shootings are unwelcome, frequent visitors. 

Director John Singleton with Cuba Gooding Jr., Ice Cube, and Morris Chestnut filming “Boyz N the Hood.” (1991)

Director John Singleton with Cuba Gooding Jr., Ice Cube, and Morris Chestnut filming “Boyz N the Hood.” (1991)

Singleton establishes a clear sense of time and space in his first feature, but soon shifts the former.  After 30 minutes, the semi-autobiographical narrative picks up seven years later, and we reconnect with Tre (Cuba Gooding Jr.).  He lives with his dad (Laurence Fishburne), and his friends are across the street.  Ricky (Morris Chestnut) dreams of a college football scholarship, and his half-brother Darren (Ice Cube) - nicknamed Doughboy - is a free man after serving hard time. 

Rather than set a promise of a defined endpoint, Singleton instead observes the three young men and their daily lives in 1991 Los Angeles.  At one point, “Boyz n the Hood” feels like an updated version of “American Graffiti” (1973), as the teens cruise in convertibles and walk around Crenshaw with warm feelings of youth and bright futures. 

Ice Cube as Doughboy in “Boyz n the Hood” (1991)

Ice Cube as Doughboy in “Boyz n the Hood” (1991)

Although, this isn’t 1962 Modesto, Calif., so danger, or the sense of it, feels ever-present.  Young men have guns, the police aren’t always friendly, and a near-constant buzz of low-flying helicopters accompany studying, dating, or simply hanging out.  If Ricky or Tre runs into trouble, Doughboy will quickly face an adversary and ask, “Oh, we got a problem here?” and reveal a pistol at his waistband.  Yes, Ricky and Tre can handle themselves, but Doughboy is an enforcer, who openly carries a piece.   

He’s not a loose cannon who will snap after a cross look.  Still, Doughboy bears an invisible anchor weighing on his neck in the shape of years of unstructured time and his mother’s indifference for his destiny.  This non-lethal but damaging emotional concoction can develop into questionable judgment, but Doughboy is still a loyal ally, one donning a Los Angeles Raiders or Detroit Tigers baseball hat, lugging a massive chip, and sometimes revealing 80 years of heartbreak, disappointment or injustice on his 20-year-old face. 

 

Calvin Palmer, “Barbershop” (2002) – “Stay strong, Bro!” – Calvin (Ice Cube)

Calvin offers these encouraging words to Samir (Parvesh Cheena), a nearby convenience store owner.  You see, someone broke into his mini-mart and desecrated it to bits, so Samir is completely distraught.  However, later that day, he thanks Calvin, because his support gave him the inspiration to stay in the neighborhood and rebuild.

The cast of “Barbershop” (2002)

The cast of “Barbershop” (2002)

Calvin has that way with people, as Ice Cube takes a break from his more argumentative roles and plays a soft-spoken, congenial guy in director Tim Story’s “Barbershop”.  Okay, Calvin is not exactly soft-spoken.  He will raise his voice, and he’s not leading yoga practices, but Calvin is a big-hearted, respected owner of his Chicago’s South Side barbershop, and ask his staff.  Jimmy (Sean Patrick Thomas), Terri (Eve), Ricky (Michael Ealy), Dinka (Leonard Earl Howze), Isaac (Troy Garity), and Eddie (Cedric the Entertainer) love Calvin and their jobs.

First and foremost, Story’s story works ensemble-magic with big personalities cutting hair and cutting it up under one roof.  For instance, Jimmy frequently bickers with a two-time felon (Ealy) and the lone white guy (Garity).  Dinka - a naive immigrant, who may or may not be channeling Prince Akeem (Eddie Murphy) from “Coming to America” (1988) – has a crush on Terri.  Meanwhile, Terri loses her mind when someone drinks her apple juice from the shop’s fridge, and Eddie, the elder statesman, expresses a litany of surprising opinions.

Eddie opines, “If we can’t talk straight in a barbershop, then where can we talk straight?”

Ice Cube as Calvin Palmer in “Barbershop” (2002)

Ice Cube as Calvin Palmer in “Barbershop” (2002)

Fair point, but Calvin hasn’t been entirely straightforward.  His secretive money problems might push him into an unpopular decision with his loyal staff and supportive wife, Jennifer (Jazsmin Lewis).  Screenwriters Mark Brown, Don D. Scott and Marshall Todd introduce Jennifer from the get-go, which further invests our emotional interest in Calvin’s fate.  She doesn’t need millions of dollars to be happy.  She’s proud that her husband took over his late father’s shop, but is Calvin filled with pride?    

That’s his journey.

Anthony Anderson (“Me, Myself & Irene” (2000), “Scary Movie 3” (2003)) takes an altogether different one in his pivotal part away from Calvin’s place.  At times, his oddball trip is a head-scratcher, but hang in there, because you won’t have to comb the earth for an explanation at the film’s conclusion.  That’s not the end of Calvin’s tale, as “Barbershop 2: Back in Business” (2004) and “Barbershop: The Next Cut” (2016) are next in line.


Jeff – a member of the Phoenix Critics Circle – has penned film reviews since 2008, graduated from ASU’s Walter Cronkite School of Journalism and is a certified Rotten Tomatoes critic.  Follow Jeff and the Phoenix Film Festival on Twitter @MitchFilmCritic and @PhoenixFilmFest, respectively.

Max Winslow and the House of Secrets - Movie Review by Jeff Mitchell

Tanner Buchanan, Jade Chynoweth, Sydne Mikelle, Emery Kelly, and Jason Genao in “Max Winslow and the House of Secrets.”

Tanner Buchanan, Jade Chynoweth, Sydne Mikelle, Emery Kelly, and Jason Genao in “Max Winslow and the House of Secrets.”

‘Max Winslow and the House of Secrets’:  A high-tech, Wonka-like story

Directed by:  Sean Olson

Written by:  Jeff Wild

Starring:  Chad Michael Murray, Marina Sirtis, Sydne Mikelle, Tanner Buchanan, Jason Genao, Jade Chynoweth, Juli Tapken, and Emery Kelly

“Max Winslow and the House of Secrets” - “I’ve got a golden ticket!” – Charlie (Peter Ostrum) and Grandpa Joe (Jack Albertson), “Willy Wonka & the Chocolate Factory” (1971)

Perhaps a parent or an older sibling convinced you – at the tender age of 6 or 7 - to sit down and watch “Willy Wonka & the Chocolate Factory”, the celebrated story about a young boy and his grandfather earning a visit to a sugary locale and meeting its eccentric candy maker.  Hopefully, you experienced this movie – an imaginative, dystopian abundance of bizarre Dr. Seuss technology mixed with punitive life lessons led by a semi-crazed mad hatter – with the lights on.  As we know, Mr. Wonka gladly pulls levers and pushes buttons to seal the fates of kids and parents who break his rules, as this acid trip feels like a cross between Disneyland’s It’s a Small World and the “Saw” series.  

Come clean.  Did you trust Willy Wonka, even at the end? 

Forty-nine years later, and an incarnation of Roald Dahl’s book – although not explicitly connected - comes to life in director Sean Olson’s “Max Winslow and the House of Secrets”, and Atticus Virtue (Chad Michael Murray) is the Wonka-like figure but best represents Elon Musk.

During an opening montage, we discover that Atticus is a genius.  He won a high school computer contest, constructed high-speed trains, and sent missions to Mars.  This guy isn’t shooting for the stars, but actual planets.  Atticus also gives back to his roots on Earth – and more specifically, Arkansas - by building a $40 million athletic complex at his alma mater Bentonville High School.  He probably chipped in a few bucks on speech lessons, because no one in the movie speaks with a hint of a southern drawl.

Atticus also bequeaths another out-of-this-world gift to the Bentonville High students.  He sends text-invites to five lucky students to stay at his mansion Virtue Manor, and one kid will win the ultimate prize: the Virtue Manor!

These five flawed kids – a video game addict (Jason Genao), a vanity-driven social media devotee (Jade Chynoweth), a jock who dreams of another destiny (Tanner Buchanan), a bully (Emery Kelly), and an introvert named Max Winslow (Sydne Mikelle) – place their trust in Mr. Virtue and his at-home A.I. named HAVEN (Marina Sirtis).

Okay, now we’ve seen this movie before, and Max isn’t Mad Max, Maxwell Smart, Max Fischer, or Maximus.  Max is a girl, and her name is short for Maxine.  Mikelle easily convinces us that Ms. Winslow not only has a high aptitude for computer programming, but she – unfortunately - also carries low self-esteem.  Maxine finds that friends and a boyfriend aren’t as easy to acquire as her neighbor’s password (through a bit of creative hacking).  Max is a pleasant, kind young lady, but yes, she’s a computer wiz and could play global thermal nuclear war while blindfolded.  Thankfully, she’s more interested in presenting computer code as poetry.

Well, this chaperone-less quintet is left to their own devices.  Grandpa Joe doesn’t appear in this flick, and Max’s mom Cathy (Juli Tapken) calls out the oddity of it all – before her daughter leaves for the manor - when she opines, “It’s weird though, right?”

Yes, a little.

HAVEN provides instructions, answers questions, opens (and closes) doors, and acts like HAL 9000 with Counselor Deanna Troi’s (Sirtis) voice.  Atticus isn’t on-site.  He’s traveling to Tulsa on business, but who knew that northeast Oklahoma was a high-tech hotbed. 

The events at the gorgeous, sprawling mansion - with an inviting southwestern curb appeal and a decked out Crate and Barrel interior – get heated and competitive, as HAVEN announces her first game and someone wins an allotment of points.  It all feels straight-forward until it doesn’t. 

HAVEN, screenwriter Jeff Wild, or both go off script, as the film throws the rules out a bay window.  HAVEN suddenly explains that games are everywhere and randomly sit throughout the house.  The competitors split up, and a challenge might appear as a music box or a statue wearing sunglasses. 

Great!  How many points can a kid win per game?  How many points does each kid earn?  Is anyone keeping track? 

It’s all a bit frustrating, especially to a rules-based viewer, but there’s a method to Olson and Wild’s madness.  HAVEN tests each teenager with intimidating emotional and physical nuances.  Olson, visual effects supervisor Dorian Cleavenger, and cinematographer Isaac Alongi offer impressive on-screen visuals, including Star Trek-like Holodecks and a pulsating, lighted doorway that resembles a “Poltergeist” portal.  These virtual reality trials feel like a PG-rated “A Nightmare on Elm Street”, and Max faces her demons, which take the form of a person much more earthly and personal than an actual monster. 

The last 30 minutes of emotional, practical growth – by some of the kids - almost redeem the first 68 minutes of tame horror, confusing world-building, and inconsistent rules of engagement.  “Max Winslow and the House of Secrets” is harmless family entrainment with high marks for on-screen visuals but low scores for the aforementioned matters.  On the other hand, only one moment – where a teen chokes on gas – raises any real danger, so at least your kids will sleep peacefully after experiencing this movie. 

They, however, may ask, “Is that what an Arkansas accent sounds like?”

If you’re keeping score at home:  Not on your life.

(2/4 stars)

Jeff – a member of the Phoenix Critics Circle – has penned film reviews since 2008, graduated from ASU’s Walter Cronkite School of Journalism and is a certified Rotten Tomatoes critic.  Follow Jeff and the Phoenix Film Festival on Twitter @MitchFilmCritic and @PhoenixFilmFest, respectively.

The King of Staten Island - Movie Review by Monte Yazzie

Pete Davidson in “The King of Staten Island.” Photo by Mary Cybulski  © 2020 Universal Pictures

Pete Davidson in “The King of Staten Island.” Photo by Mary Cybulski © 2020 Universal Pictures

Dir: Judd Apatow

Starring: Pete Davidson, Marisa Tomei, Maude Apatow, Bel Powley, Steve Buscemi, Moises Arias, Ricky Velez, Lou Wilson, and Bill Burr

At one point in life, we’ve all had lofty ambitions…scary, funny, crazy, impossible ambitions. The ambitions for Scott (Pete Davidson), a 24-year-old living at home with his widowed mother Margie (Marisa Tomei), is to open a tattoo parlor that doubles as a restaurant. It’s an idea that even his stoner best friends aren’t completely sold on. 

“The King of Staten Island” has a ton of ambition that sometimes reveals itself as heart but is often a confusing mess of emotions that doesn’t always find the nicest balance of tone. Still, Pete Davidson is fantastic, a great dramatic shift for the young comedian who winds up being the glue that holds this 2-hour plus film together.

The introduction to Scott comes inside a car, music blasting through the speakers, and a look on the young adult’s face that seems anxious and scared. He closes his eyes for a moment, trying to escape whatever is tormenting him, and narrowly misses a major car crash. Scott is troubled, suffering from some form of mental illness, and is still scarred by the death of his father, a New York City fireman. Scott is lost, angry about the attention his sister Nell (Maude Apatow) is getting, bumbling into nothingness with his friends, and keeping his mother Margie from moving on with life. An angry encounter with a firefighter named Ray (Bill Burr), who takes a liking to Margie, brings changes to Scott’s life.

Pete Davidson, most recognizably known as a cast member from “Saturday Night Live”, co-wrote the film with Judd Apatow and Dave Sirus. Davidson turns an impressive dramatic role, undercut with moments of both silly and dark comedy, building a character that is wholly unlikeable but with hints of a peculiar charm. And, it’s that charm, displayed when Davidson has sweet moments walking Ray’s children to school or during intimate conversations with his girlfriend Kelsey (Bel Powley) about his feelings, that brings compelling conflict to the character when things inevitably turn difficult.

Judd Apatow does a great job of building ensemble casts. Here, the director provides many opportunities for supporting characters to shine. Bel Powley plays Scott’s girlfriend Kelsey with a brassy, yet caring attitude, Maude Apatow provides some nice touches of tough love for her brother as Claire, and Moises Arias kindly and effortlessly supports his best friend’s aspiration to be a tattoo artist by lending his body as a practice canvas.

These characters, along with others like Steve Buscemi as the old school firehouse lead and Pamela Adlon as Ray’s ex-wife, are all given individual amusing pieces of comedy and drama that don’t always add much to the complete composition of the film. While they offer pieces of amusing insight and sometimes very funny scenarios, their characters are often inserted for just that brief moment and then taken away. It creates an unevenness to the storytelling that shifts the emotional tone of the film in many different directions.

While this may seem purposeful, perhaps emulating the inner emotional lack of control and constant struggle Scott experiences with his mental illness on a daily basis that is brought to life through Pete Davidson’s muted, frustrated, confused performance, the film never clearer makes that character connection an emphasis in the beginning. Instead, we have a character with a wealth of trauma that needs numerous avenues of attention even a 136-minute movie doesn’t have time to explore.

Monte’s Rating
3.oo out of 5.00

Becky - Movie Review by Monte Yazzie

Kevin James and Lulu Wilson in “Becky”

Kevin James and Lulu Wilson in “Becky”

Director: Jonathan Millot, Cary Murnion

Starring: Lulu Wilson, Joel McHale, Amanda Brugel, Robert Maillet, and Kevin James

It’s strange to think of the holiday-themed movie “Home Alone” like a home invasion film, but it’s playing with themes on the most superficial level of this subgenre of horror. The Wet Bandits, as they are called in the film, aren’t structured for deep character menace and the violence. Once the blowtorch starts burning and the paint canisters start swinging, everything is played for slapstick comedy instead of gruesome horror.

“Becky”, from directors Jonathan Millot and Cary Murnion, takes a simplistic story that feels, in the beginning, like an overwrought family drama and infuses it with hefty doses of violence, gore, and a little inspiration from “Home Alone”. However, what may bring most people to make the decision to pick this grisly little film for a weekend stream is the role of actor Kevin James, yes, “The King of Queens” Kevin James, playing a neo-Nazi. However, the better role belongs to up-and-coming actress Lulu Wilson who channels her family-drama/tragedy anger into unbridled and vicious rage.

Becky (Lulu Wilson) is mourning the death of her mother and infuriated with her father Jeff (Joel McHale) during a road trip to their remote family vacation house. Things don’t get better as Jeff has invited his new girlfriend Kayla (Amanda Brugel) for the weekend getaway without telling Becky. If things couldn’t get any worse, a group of escaped prison inmates come knocking at their door; led by Dominick (Kevin James), the bad guys are looking for a secret key that they are willing to torture and kill anyone for.

“Becky” functions on a very simplistic premise and an all-too-familiar pacing scheme. The story starts with a home invasion angle in the woods, the location works nicely for the setup, and then transitions into a brutal tale of survival with a teenager left to fight the monsters tormenting her loved ones.  The narrative tries for a few surprises, throwing in a mystery about a key all parties involved are desperate for and some unexpected moments of violence, but these flashes are minimal in the shape of the story.

The title of the film tells you exactly what the focus is…Becky. Lulu Wilson is a great joy to watch as she transforms into an angrier and more volatile version of Kevin from “Home Alone”. The composition of her character is moody at first, then it’s revealed that she is grief-stricken, and then she turns into a vessel of anger. It’s a great transition and watching Ms. Wilson go through all those emotions is a majority of the fun of experiencing the film. One might assume the amusing piece would be Kevin James, the often type casted comedian sheds the jokes for a straightforward serious smirk with a large symbol of hate tattooed on the back of his head. But Mr. James isn’t given the compositional material to explore the character he is trying to portray, instead, his menace is restricted to surface level threats with harsh language thrown in for amusement. Still, in small moments the actor composes interesting emotional pieces concerning the hatred that defines his motivations, with more of that perspective this film could have been something completely different.

“Becky” wanders a strange path in terms of its tone, while most of the movie functions as a hardboiled thriller there are random moments of horror that feel thrown in for pure sensation. Whether special effects-driven, such as a gruesome set piece involving a butcher’s block, or specific scenes the movie just doesn’t know what to do with. While genre fans might get some amusement from the more visceral moments, or the change in dynamic of the title character as she turns into something ferocious, the bulk of “Becky” feels uneven in ways that keep it from being the satisfying genre film it’s trying to emulate.

Monte’s Rating
2.75 out of 5.00

Hammer - Movie Review by Jen Johans

Will Patton and Mark O'Brien in “Hammer” (2019)

Will Patton and Mark O'Brien in “Hammer” (2019)

Writer-director: Christian Sparkes

Cast: Will Patton, Mark O'Brien, Ben Cotton, Connor Price, and Vickie Papavs

Review by: Jen Johans

In this efficiently made, swiftly paced new thriller from award-winning Canadian filmmaker Christian Sparkes, one impulsively bad decision begets another when Chris Davis (Mark O'Brien) tries and fails to execute a double-cross in a drug deal gone terribly wrong.

Grabbing a dirt bike from the scene when he's caught in the crosshairs of a gun, Chris barely escapes with his life before he's caught once again. Luckily, it's not by the dealer (Ben Cotton) this time but rather his estranged father Stephen (Will Patton) who happens to see Chris fleeing from the scene of the crime when he's stopped in traffic in the crossroads of his small Canadian border town and hits his own gas pedal in response.

He soon catches up to Chris, whom we discover in a key line of dialogue had been forced out of his family's lives when he'd gotten in trouble for this sort of thing before. But when Stephen sees the panic in his son's eyes and the blood on his sleeve, he puts all of his preconceived notions of right and wrong out of his mind and offers his help.

Introducing us to the first of the three other members of the Davis family who will be ensnared in this debacle to varying degrees by the time the film is over, “Hammer” uses the universal theme of the blood ties that bind to transcend what might otherwise have been a narrative derived solely from first-person films noir.

Fusing the drama together with a light dose of symbolism as well as raising questions of moral responsibility toward not only parents to their children but children to their parents as well, “Hammer” serves as a clever reminder that crime rarely impacts one person alone but instead affects every individual that person loves. The impetus for the film overall, in his sophomore effort and follow-up to his multi-award-winning feature debut “Cast No Shadow,” Sparkes intentionally set out to challenge “perceptions of who criminals are and where they come from.”

Wisely setting “Hammer” in the suburbs and focusing on an entire family (as opposed to only the criminal upon whom most genre films tend to fixate), together with its economical storytelling, this approach places us right inside the car alongside Stephen and Chris as they barrel down the road towards danger and the unknown for the rest of the movie's lean eighty-two minute running time.

Although in need of a bit more closure and perhaps, one more hurdle to bring the rest of the family – especially the mother (played by Vickie Papavs) – more effectively into the proceedings than the last act offers, “Hammer” is still an impressively tense nerve-jangler overall. Benefiting from its dynamic cast, the film is bolstered in particular by its two leads, namely Mark O'Brien who first caught my attention in AMC's acclaimed word-of-mouth hit series “Halt and Catch Fire,” and veteran character actor Will Patton who's been stealing scenes since the 1980s.

Released in Canada in 2019 and newly unveiled for rent on VOD in the states this week, in “Hammer,” Christian Sparkes proves once again that you don't need a big budget or special effects to catch viewers in the crosshairs of inventive character-driven suspense.

(Bio: A three-time national award-winning writer, when Jen Johans isn't reviewing movies at FilmIntuition.com or releasing new episodes of her podcast “Watch With Jen,” you can find her on Twitter @FilmIntuition.)

Shirley - Movie Review by Jeff Mitchell

Elisabeth Moss in “Shirley”

Elisabeth Moss in “Shirley”

‘Shirley’:  Moss gathers plenty of big moments in this troubling narrative

Directed by:  Josephine Decker

Written by:  Sarah Gubbins, based on the novel by Susan Scarf Merrell

Starring:  Elisabeth Moss, Michael Stuhlbarg, Odessa Young, and Logan Lerman

“Shirley” – “Welcome to our hallowed end of the earth, my boy.  Welcome to Bennington.” – Stanley Hyman (Michael Stuhlbarg)

Fred (Logan Lerman) is the boy in question, as he and his wife Rose (Odessa Young) move to this small town in Vermont’s southwest corner, within a stone’s throw of the New York and Massachusetts borders, for a job.  Fred is Stanley’s new teaching assistant at the local college, and the happy couple breaks bread with about a hundred others at the professor’s large farmhouse.  Strangers with drinks and plates of food whiz by Fred and Rose, like high-powered Audis and BMWs nearly clipping two wide-eyed hitchhikers standing on a busy stretch of Autobahn asphalt. 

It’s all a bit much.

However, director Josephine Decker nestles into a place of calm in a crowded living room, peeks her camera between two guests, and settles on a woman holding a drink in one hand and a cigarette in the other.  Shirley (Elisabeth Moss) candidly complains about her first date with Stanley (who resembles Robin Williams in “Awakenings” (1990)) and then tersely refrains from discussing her next literary work. 

She says, “A little novella.  I’m writing, ‘None of your goddamn business’.”

Now, Stanley may teach at a university, but Shirley carries dramatically more fame than her husband.  She’s revered and feared horror-author Shirley Jackson, who wrote the classic dystopian story “The Lottery”. 

Sarah Gubbins bases her screenplay on Susan Scarf Merrell’s novel “Shirley”, which is a fictionalized tale of Ms. Jackson, Stanley, and the said young couple living under one roof.  You see, Stanley convinces Fred and Rose to stay, but life becomes uncomfortable, dreadful, or a half-dozen similar descriptors in between. 

“Shirley” isn’t a horror film.  It’s a troubling drama; an unpalatable, upsetting movie spun in the close quarters of two hosts mired in dysfunction and disdain. 

Since the fellas spend most hours from sunrise to sunset in classrooms and courtyards, Shirley and Rose root at home.  Unfortunately, our author flounders in front of the typewriter, so she acts out, like an impish Nurse Ratched without a poker face, against her naive, new playmate.

These women couldn’t be more different. 

Rose is a modest, polite cheerleading type with streams of grace and good manners, and she probably never heard a cross word spilled in her direction.  Meanwhile, a teenage Shirley most likely avoided high school football and basketball games, because the sight of peppy halftime cheer-routines may have driven her into silent rages.  Today, after years of suffering prolonged bouts of bedridden depression, quickly finding callous thoughts and comments for anyone within eyeshot, and ignoring her daily appearance, Shirley faces a Molotov cocktail – in the form of a kind 20-something woman - living in her house.

Decker’s picture explores Shirley and Rose’s journey, and these combatants could forge a détente, a friendship, or become sworn enemies.  No matter the direction, this concoction demands our attention.  Young faces a difficult task as Rose, since her pacifist character copes with dizzying, wearisome verbal gunfire.  Meanwhile, Shirley now shares space with an unspoiled lump of clay that she can shape with her twisted bullets, and Moss feels at home playing this subdued loose cannon.

Sure, Shirley rips into meanspirited diatribes on occasion, but she often swallows her anger.  Moss feeds long pauses and condescending stares at the camera, as her creation seems to scream bloody murder on the inside.  This talented, in-demand actress is quite effective at internalizing Shirley’s frustration in a mesmerizing, complex performance.  Shirley may make new enemies, but sometimes, she has legit reasons.

Since Stanley and Shirley were real, living and breathing human beings – who died in 1970 and 1965, respectively – how much truth is portrayed on-screen? 

As previously mentioned, the film is based on Merrell’s novel, but are Stuhlbarg and Moss accurately playing Stanley and Shirley? 

At a Jan. 2020 Sundance Film Festival Q&A, Moss says, “It was a lot of reading about her (and her work).  It was a lot of exploring the relationship with Stanley as well.  That was really important to us.”

Stuhlbarg adds, “I thought (the movie) was one thing when we started, and the next step was realizing it was based on fiction, the novel.  Then, we were taking it in a very different direction from there, so it was like three times removed from the original people.” 

The answer is muddy, and the movie feels cloudy anyway, especially in Stanley and Shirley’s house.  Frequently, it seems that Decker purposely fogs up the camera with a slight dew that leaves a grayish, muted mist on the screen, or maybe it is lingering cigarette smoke.  Since we’re living in a time warp of a real writer in a fictionalized story, the dreamlike effect seems relevant, or in Shirley Jackson’s case, a nightmare. 

At one point, Rose wakes up in the middle of the night, walks into the kitchen, and sees the distressed author staring into the refrigerator.  

Shirley says, “I had a crazy dream.  Mud oozing from the fridge, (and) big worms coming out of the crisper…as fat as fingers.”

Yea, we believe it. 

(3/4 stars)

Jeff – a member of the Phoenix Critics Circle – has penned film reviews since 2008, graduated from ASU’s Walter Cronkite School of Journalism and is a certified Rotten Tomatoes critic.  Follow Jeff and the Phoenix Film Festival on Twitter @MitchFilmCritic and @PhoenixFilmFest, respectively.

Two Clint Eastwood Triple Features by Jeff Mitchell

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On May 31, Clint Eastwood turns 90 years young.  This four-time Oscar winner has entertained movie audiences for generations, and to honor this Hollywood legend, let’s look back at some of his memorable performances and films.  Rather than visit his most celebrated hits like Sergio Leone’s westerns, the Dirty Harry series and his two Best Picture Oscar winners “Unforgiven” (1992) and “Million Dollar Baby” (2004), here are six gems (or two triple features) to watch on Clint Eastwood’s landmark birthday….or any day.

Happy Birthday, Mr. Eastwood!

Triple Feature # 1

Thunderbolt, “Thunderbolt and Lightfoot” (1974) – “Just the good ol’ boys.  Never meanin’ no harm.  Beats all you never saw.  Been in trouble with the law, since the day they was born.” 

Okay, Thunderbolt (Eastwood) and Lightfoot (Jeff Bridges) aren’t Bo and Luke Duke, but Waylon Jennings’ “The Dukes of Hazzard” theme song broadly fits.  In an initial setting that resembles almost any scene in Terrence Malick’s “Days of Heaven” (1978), these two meet outside a church.  Thunderbolt, a preacher by trade, finishes a sermon and dodges gunfire, when Lightfoot drives up in a stolen white Trans-Am. 

Clint Eastwood and Jeff Bridges in “Thunderbolt and Lightfoot” (1974)

Clint Eastwood and Jeff Bridges in “Thunderbolt and Lightfoot” (1974)

He dodges gunfire??

Anyway, their travels involve convenient - but sometimes necessary - hijinks that eventually leads to an attempted bank robbery with two other shady characters (George Kennedy and Geoffrey Lewis). 

“Ocean’s Eleven” (2001) tenders a considerably more elaborate, state-of-the-art game plan, but like most amusing buddy pictures, this film’s treasure rests with the journey, not the destination.  Eastwood – admittedly - doesn’t stretch his acting muscles too much, as Bridges – who earned an Oscar nomination as this happy-go-lucky loose cannon – plays off his elder costar.  Director Michael Cimino’s first feature includes lots of lowbrow humor, car crashes and profanities, and Catherine Bach (a.k.a. Daisy Duke) makes a brief appearance.  See, there is a connection.


Preacher, “Pale Rider” (1985) – In LaHood, California, a town where a strong-armed mining company bullies small-time Tin Pans searching for gold, the Wild West’s moral code rolls around in shades of gray.  The same goes for the mysterious Preacher (Eastwood) who strolls into town on a pale horse and serves as a protector to Hull Barret (Michael Moriarty), his fiancée, her daughter, and several other families trying to strike it rich. 

Clint Eastwood in “Pale Rider” (1985)

Clint Eastwood in “Pale Rider” (1985)

Preacher may be a man of the cloth, but he handles a hickory stick like martial arts master and fires a pistol with Olympic precision.  This throwback western doesn’t employ a meticulous slide rule or protractor to deliver thrills for the genre’s avid and casual fans.  “Pale Rider” simply strikes all the right gun-toting, pony-riding, spur-jingling beats, and Preacher’s towering persona also mixes in some approachable moments and quips like, “Spirituality ain’t worth spit without a little exercise.” 

Clint also directs this engaging popcorn flick and taps Richard Dysart, Chris Penn and Richard Kiel (Jaws from “The Spy Who Loved Me” (1977) and “Moonraker” (1979)) to play colorful baddies, but a fearsome marshal (John Russell) and his six deputies deliver heaping doses of anxiety to the townsfolk and us.  Thankfully, this pale rider sometimes lets his Remington revolver lead his sermons


John Wilson, “White Hunter Black Heart” (1990) – Mr. Eastwood directs and stars in a movie about another director, a famous one.  He plays John Huston on the somewhat-troubled set of “The African Queen” (1951), based on Peter Viertel’s novel, about his chronicles with the director during the shoot.  Please note that Clint changes the names, as his character is John Wilson, and the movie (within a movie) is called “The African Trader”.  For good measure, actress Kay Gibson (Marisa Berenson) and Phil Duncan (Richard Vanstone) look, act and sound like Katharine Hepburn and Humphrey Bogart, however, Eastwood’s Wilson is easily the most magnetic personality.  Wilson is brash, bold, stubborn, and speaks openly to anyone within arm’s-length, as his apprehension-quotient hovers around zero at (just about) all times. 

Clint Eastwood in “White Hunter Black Heart” (1990)

Clint Eastwood in “White Hunter Black Heart” (1990)

For example, over drinks on a hotel patio, Wilson – with a mischievous smile – insults an anti-Semitic acquaintance.  Shortly after, he confronts an imposing bully and declares, “I think you’re a yellow, rotten, sadistic son of a bitch.”   

Eastwood seems to be enjoying himself, and hey, we want John Wilson on our team!  Then again, those same emotional behaviors can turn against his coworkers before you can say, “It’s my way or the highway.”

The roads and prairies in picturesque, adventurous Africa act as Wilson’s imperfect companion, because this airy, faraway journey includes some surprising and moving gravitas when we least expect it.

Triple Feature # 2

Dave Garver, “Play Misty for Me” (1971) – Sixteen years before Glenn Close terrified millions and millions of men in “Fatal Attraction” (1987), Jessica Walter earned a Golden Globe nomination in Eastwood’s directorial debut by causing nightmares for – probably – the same number of guys in 1971.  In the coastal town of Carmel, Calif., Dave (Eastwood) – a KRML disc jockey – has a fling with Evelyn (Walter), his number one fan.  Their next few encounters, however, morph into awkward confrontations, as she insists on a relationship.

Before you go beating up Dave for acting like a typical noncommittal bachelor, this isn’t an ordinary case of an immovable object versus an irresistible force.  You see, his old girlfriend is suddenly back in town, so his dating picture becomes muddled.  More importantly, Evelyn waves big neon, flashing billboards that spell KOOKY, UNSTABLE and DANGEROUS.  

Clint Eastwood and Jessica Walter in “Play Misty for Me” (1971)

Clint Eastwood and Jessica Walter in “Play Misty for Me” (1971)

Poor Dave. 

Well, it’s not like he doesn’t see the madness coming.  We certainly do!

Clint plays with our minds, but also our senses by alternating between big, sweeping views of this gorgeous California paradise and the closed, dark quarters of his character’s apartment, a local restaurant and a quiet radio station.  Soon, nowhere is safe in this well-crafted, claustrophobic thriller, and it makes you wonder if Close and Walter (or Eastwood and Michael Douglas) ever compared notes.  Just asking.


Ben Shockley, “The Gauntlet” (1977) – “Never saw a cop feeling sorry for himself before.  Mind if I watch.” - Augustina Mally (Sandra Locke)

Sandwiched between Dirty Harry’s third and fourth movies, Eastwood plays Ben Shockley, an invisible Phoenix Police officer in “The Gauntlet”.  Despite several years on the force, Ben hasn’t broken a big case yet, and he longs for a wife and kids.  Unfortunately, he’s been married to alcoholism for far too long.

On a beautiful Downtown Phoenix morning, his commanding officer (William Prince) hands him a routine assignment to transport a witness (Locke) from Las Vegas to the Valley of the Sun.  Still, Ben’s trip is anything but ordinary. 

Clint Eastwood and Sondra Locke in “The Gauntlet” (1977)

Clint Eastwood and Sondra Locke in “The Gauntlet” (1977)

Clint – who also directs this road trip movie - doesn’t let Ben fire many rounds over the 109-minute runtime, but he probably spent about 80 percent of his budget on bullets.  The story includes two wild, over-the-top shootouts that would make Arnold Schwarzenegger, Sylvester Stallone and Charles Bronson blush. 

While Augustina and Ben travel on several winding roads, his coarse language and actions – at times - aren’t super-palatable in the year 2020.  Our hero, however, softens a bit, when he’s not complaining about her grievances by lightly uttering, “Nag, nag, nag.”  Hey, it was 1977.


Frank Corvin, “Space Cowboys” (2000) – Twenty years ago, what would you say if NASA planned to send four senior citizens into space as first-time astronauts?  A brief pause and a blank stare might precede your answer.  What if these four individuals are Clint Eastwood, Tommy Lee Jones, Donald Sutherland, and James Garner?  Millions of fans and dreamers - including this critic - might moonwalk to their couches and pop on cable news to catch the lift off.  Okay, this superstar quartet didn’t actually shoot into orbit, but Eastwood directs and stars in “Space Cowboys”, and he and his three pals have a blast.  You probably will too. 

Clint Eastwood, Tommy Lee Jones, James Garner, and Donald Sutherland in “Space Cowboys” (2000)

Clint Eastwood, Tommy Lee Jones, James Garner, and Donald Sutherland in “Space Cowboys” (2000)

This modern-day space mission wraps itself in the hope of second chances, because 42 years earlier, Frank (Eastwood), Hawk (Jones), Jerry (Sutherland), and Tank (Garner) missed their initial one.  The script follows an expected formula, and the boys battle stiff backs, sore muscles and winded lungs during their training. 

At one point, Tank mentions in the cafeteria, “I’m too tired to chew.” 

This “Spies Like Us”-like boot camp does connect with humor, good feelings and the space travelers’ camaraderie.  These actors know their strengths, and the film doesn’t lose any cinematic muscle during the second and third acts.  Add impressive special effects and an Oscar nomination for sound editing, and “Space Cowboys” will inspire men and women of all ages to reach for the stars…and maybe apply to NASA.  Can we fly in a space shuttle with Frank Corvin?   

Jeff – a member of the Phoenix Critics Circle – has penned film reviews since 2008, graduated from ASU’s Walter Cronkite School of Journalism and is a certified Rotten Tomatoes critic.  Follow Jeff and the Phoenix Film Festival on Twitter @MitchFilmCritic and @PhoenixFilmFest, respectively.

The Vast of Night - Movie Review by Jeff Mitchell

Sierra McCormick in “The Vast of Night”

Sierra McCormick in “The Vast of Night”

‘The Vast of Night’ is an impressive achievement, but not a satisfying one

Directed by:  Andrew Patterson

Written by:  James Montague and Craig W. Sanger

Starring:  Sierra McCormick and Jake Horowitz

“The Vast of Night” –  Fay (Sierra McCormick) and Everett (Jake Horowitz) are a couple of enterprising teens.  They attend Cayuga High School but hold grownup jobs in the evenings.  Fay is a devoted switchboard operator, and Everett is a radio personality at WOTW with a Highway Hits radio show from 7 pm to 11 pm.  If Fay’s work sounds bizarrely dated, that’s because director Andrew Patterson’s “The Vast of Night” is set in the 1950s, and the kids’ hometown of Cayuga, N.M. is a blip on the radar screen with just a population of 492. 

The law of supply and demand between the labor force and available jobs in Small Town, U.S.A. might explain the inclusion of teens in highly visible (or their cases, audible) posts.  Well, Fay’s and Everett’s jobs place them in the center of this “Twilight Zone”-esque feature film. 

While shifting and plugging switchboard jacks, as various calls pop in and out of Fay’s headset, she listens to Everett’s show, because that’s what friends do.  Although this ordinary evening takes a curious turn, as some bizarre noises – that resemble whales performing industrial music – interrupt Highway Hits.  The curious kids soon connect and begin an investigation to solve this audio oddity.

Patterson’s film delivers a surreal experience from the get-go.  A Rod Serling soundalike welcomes us to something called Paradox Theatre through a small rounded television that was last seen at the 1964 New York World’s Fair.  Through the looking glass, we find ourselves gliding into the town’s high school basketball gym.  

Think of a Hickory game from director David Anspaugh’s “Hoosiers” (1986), but about an hour before tip-off with gentle Steadicam strolls and a soft, smoky haze over a lens that offers a slight emotional distance.  We are observers in this movie, not partakers, which feels consistent with nonsensical dreams, and Anderson’s camera seems to float, so this trancelike atmosphere is wholly complete. 

Basketball is not this movie’s prime focus, but entering the Cayuga Statesmen’s wooden and steel den is not without an absolute purpose.  Instead, we hover behind and next to Fay and Everett, as they leave.  They have jobs to do, right? 

If you step back, please note the list of facts:  small town, New Mexico, 1950s, and odd sounds.  Yea, they don’t quite add up to basketball, and science fiction seems infinitely more likely.  Luckily, our two adolescent (but only in age) leads carry a Mulder and Scully vibe, but without the stark differences between idealism and pragmatism.  They are a two-person team with a common goal, and writers James Montague and Craig W. Sanger appear to have distinct purposes for every move during Fay and Everett’s nighttime chase. 

Yes, this smartly-constructed, beautifully-filmed 86-minute experience is a mesmerizing step into some bizarre lost moment in a parallel universe.  No question, “The Vast of Night” has a tight hold on a soaring, fearless presentation, but it lacks tension, angst and drama.  This movie – first and foremost – is for filmmakers and cinephiles.  It’s one to behold, cherish and assign to eager film students everywhere, but with little narrative anticipation, the picture feels like a nonevent. 

It’s “Blood Simple” (1984) without violence or “Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind” (2004) without distress and passion.  

It doesn’t mean that “The Vast of Night” isn’t an impressive achievement.  It’s just not a satisfying one.

(2.5/4 stars)

Jeff – a member of the Phoenix Critics Circle – has penned film reviews since 2008, graduated from ASU’s Walter Cronkite School of Journalism and is a certified Rotten Tomatoes critic.  Follow Jeff and the Phoenix Film Festival on Twitter @MitchFilmCritic and @PhoenixFilmFest, respectively.

The High Note - Movie Review by Monte Yazzie

Ice Cube, Ricky Martin, Dakota Johnson, and Tracee Ellis Ross in “The High Note”

Ice Cube, Ricky Martin, Dakota Johnson, and Tracee Ellis Ross in “The High Note”

Dir: Nisha Ganatra

Starring: Dakota Johnson, Tracee Ellis Ross, Kelvin Harrison Jr., Bill Pullman, and Ice Cube

There’s a moment in Nisha Ganatra’s new film “The High Note” when a young musician does a cover of “You Send Me”, a song made famous by the legendary Sam Cooke. It’s my favorite kind of music cover, one that isn’t the same as the original but tries to compose its own unique style.

This might be the best way to describe “The High Note”, a sometimes sweet and many times completely charming film about chasing dreams and making beautiful music in many different ways along the way. The film is familiar, cliched at times, but its pulse accomplishes an appealing rhythm of notes that have great feel-good qualities all over them.

Grace Davis (Tracee Ellis Ross) is a superstar, a musician with a storied career big enough to warrant the prospect of holding residence as a Las Vegas attraction. However, in the eyes of Maggie (Dakota Johnson), Grace’s overworked and underappreciated personal assistant, the songstress is an icon with many more stories to tell and songs to write. Grace, on the other hand, isn’t sure of her relevance in the music industry and her oversized ego creates concern about making a comeback. Grace’s longtime producer Jack (Ice Cube) is pushing for remix and greatest hits albums, but Maggie secretly wants to be a music producer and is hoping Grace will give her the chance to produce a new album.

“The High Note” moves a bit awkwardly at first, the introduction of Grace and her considerable ego alongside Maggie and her somewhat starry-eyed, naïve approach to the music business takes a few scenes to find its footing. But once Tracee Ellis Ross and Dakota Johnson settle into the relationship of their characters, the chemistry between them holds the remainder of the film together, especially when predictable familiarity takes control of the journey. 

The narrative keeps everything fairly simplistic, even while it hints at some deeper conversation starters regarding issues of race and age in the music business. There is no doubt that Ms. Ross could have deftly handled some deeper subject matter explorations. Whether dealing with a boardroom full of men telling her what is best for her career or listening to a smug music producer trying to explain that her music isn’t relatable to younger generations, Ms. Ross does an exceptional job of displaying her true emotions through simple physical movements like eye glances, hand gestures, or the movement of her body.

One of the most admirable aspects of the film is that all the actors do their singing; Tracee Ellis Ross, daughter of Diana Ross, easily steals most of these scenes with her impressive voice, while Kelvin Harrison Jr., playing a singer named David who likes performing at hipster grocery stores, has a couple of really good moments performing well-known covers, and Dakota Johnson even has a small moment to showcase her melodic abilities.

“The High Note” is easy comfort cinema right now, a movie that succeeds primarily because of a dedicated cast doing great work with modest characters and an understanding that sometimes fun, heartwarming music moments will make up for the shortcomings of a narrative.

Monte’s Rating
3.25 out of 5.00

John C. Reilly Triple Feature by Jeff Mitchell

john c reilly.jpg

On May 24, Oscar and Golden Globe-nominated John C. Reilly turns 55 years young.  Happy Birthday, Mr. Reilly!  To help celebrate Mr. Cellophane’s day, let’s look back at three memorable performances from his fantastic, fruitful film career.  Rather than highlight his more prominent roles in “Step Brothers” (2008), “Wreck-It Ralph” (2012) and “Chicago” (2002), here are three deeper cuts, and I hope that you enjoy this John C. Reilly triple feature.

John, “Hard Eight” (1996) – A hard eight is a roll of two dice, when both land on four at a craps table at any nearby casino.  According to Google, the player has a 9.09 percent chance of winning this bet, or 1 out of 11.  Since the payout is typically 9 to 1, the numbers are not in the bettor’s favor, so the possibility of hard luck is real. 

When we first meet John (Reilly), he looks like a man with a genuine case of hard luck.  He’s sitting on the ground and leaning against Jack’s Coffee Shop when an older, distinguished gentlemen (Philip Baker Hall) - sporting a black jacket, a black tie and a white-collar shirt - approaches.  Sydney (Hall) offers John a cigarette and a cup of coffee.  He accepts, and this is the beginning of a close friendship and a master-apprentice relationship, but what type of trade does Sydney offer? 

John C. Reilly and Philip Baker Hall in “Hard Eight” (1996)

John C. Reilly and Philip Baker Hall in “Hard Eight” (1996)

Set in Reno, Nev., “Hard Eight” is director Paul Thomas Anderson’s first movie, which includes a sizable gambling element, but the narrative also copes with a separate makeshift existence away from the flashy lights, buzzes, beeps, cheers of victory, and groans of defeat inside the casinos.

Anderson tapped Reilly and Hall for his first three movies, including “Boogie Nights” (1997) and “Magnolia” (1999).  When looking back 24 years to “Hard Eight”, it’s easy to notice Reilly’s youthful appearance.  Okay, he was 31 in 1996, so he’s not that young.  Still, Reilly’s character carries a clumsy innocence of a guy with no apparent skills. 

That’s not exactly true, because John declares, “I know three types of karate: Jiu-Jitsu, Aikido and regular karate.” 

Then again, one can picture John waking up on a random Wednesday morning and wondering what his unscheduled day will bring. 

He’s a man without a plan.

John (the character, not the actor) might remind you of Dirk Diggler’s wingman Reed Rothchild (Reilly) from “Boogie Nights” (1997), but after his adult film career ended, and the Game of Life dropped an ACME anvil on his head. 

Anyways, Anderson includes Gwyneth Paltrow in a dubious role as a cocktail waitress.  Samuel L. Jackson plays a security manager, and Philip Seymour Hoffman delivers a wild, flat out hilarious appearance as an obnoxious craps roller. 

Yes, this is Anderson’s first rodeo, but he dons his familiar puppet master garb, throws his on-screen creations on an ice rink and yanks the strings.  Be careful, Clementine (Paltrow), Jimmy (Jackson), Sydney, and John!  So much is at stake, including the coveted master-apprentice relationship.  

Dean Ziegler, “Cedar Rapids” (2011) – “What’s the one thing I said?  Stay clear of Dean Ziegler.” – Bill Krogstad (Stephen Root)

Anne Heche, John C. Reilly, Ed Helms, and Isiah Whitlock Jr. in “Cedar Rapids” (2011)

Anne Heche, John C. Reilly, Ed Helms, and Isiah Whitlock Jr. in “Cedar Rapids” (2011)

If Dale Doback in “Step Brothers” (2008) is Reilly’s funniest role, then his turn as party-focused insurance agent Dean Ziegler has to be a close second.  Descending on The Royal Cedar Suites in Cedar Rapids, Iowa for the 2009 ASMI Conference, Dean isn’t focused on work.  Drinking heavily, breaking the rules, hanging out with old friends, and making new ones are his top priorities.  Sure, tornadoes sometimes plague Iowa, but there’s no bigger windstorm than Dean, or as he likes to call himself, The Deanzie.  This 40-something – who would’ve fit in perfectly with Faber College’s Delta Tau Chi fraternity – hasn’t grown up.  Mind you, Mr. Ziegler doesn’t carry a malicious bone in his body, but that doesn’t stop him from conversing like Cartman from “South Park” while wearing a $600 suit and holding a cocktail.

“Well, I don’t know about you wingnuts, but the Deanzie could use a Drinksie,” he proclaims.

Reilly steals every scene with wild, nutso glee, as Dean constantly crashes cartoonish crass words of wisdom to his old buddies (Isiah Whitlock Jr. and Anne Heche), but they usually shrug off his insane energy.  They’ve heard it all before, but we haven’t, and their deadpan reactions amplify our disbelief, as this crazy, lovable lug delivers about 200 belly laughs.  Stepping into a swimming pool fully clothed with a garbage can lid on his head and loitering around the hotel in his boxers for about 10 minutes of screen time are a couple of hysterical examples. 

Dean also finds nicknames for his buddies, as Ronald “Ronimal” Wilkes (Whitlock Jr.), Joan “O-Fox” Ostrowski-Fox (Heche) and newcomer Tim “Timbo” Lippe (Ed Helms) stick together like lifelong siblings, but families do fight on occasion.  Tim – who might be the most naive adult to grace a big or small screen since Woody Boyd (Woody Harrelson) – clashes with Dean, as the exchanges between straight-laced Timbo and frat brother Deanzie are celebrated comedic concoctions.  By the way, Helms is the lead protagonist of director Miguel Arteta’s “Cedar Rapids”.  “The Office” actor carries a full bag of humor-tricks, and Reilly’s Dean is the perfect horrible influence that we’ll wholeheartedly invite to every bash.  

Eli Sisters, “The Sisters Brothers” (2018) – Director Jacques Audiard’s “The Sisters Brothers” might have the most confusing title in motion pictures since “Pride and Prejudice and Zombies” (2016) and “Naked Lunch” (1991).  Don’t blame Audiard, because Patrick deWitt’s novel has the same name.  Thankfully, the opening minutes of this unorthodox, unexpected western (set in 1851) solve the perplexing mystery.  Eli Sisters (Reilly) and Charlie Sisters (Joaquin Phoenix) are brothers. 

Eureka!

John C. Reilly and Joaquin Phoenix in “The Sisters Brothers” (2018)

John C. Reilly and Joaquin Phoenix in “The Sisters Brothers” (2018)

They are also business partners, and their chosen profession is bounty hunting.  Reilly quietly dives into the mind of the low-key, older sibling, who regularly looks after his younger, hot-tempered and constantly-drinking bro Charlie.  Let’s face it; Charlie is Phoenix’s jam.  Joaquin can play him in his sleep, and look at his performances in “The Master” (2012), “You Were Never Really Here” (2017) and “Joker” (2019) as similar examples.

Both actors deliver intriguing, mesmerizing work in this picture, but Reilly juggles a lot as Eli.  First, Eli is a part-time nurse because Charlie frequently drinks himself into oblivion.  His repeated losing battles with alcohol frustrate Eli to no end, but that’s not the only bother. 

On their journey from Oregon City to several locales in Northern California - to track down an unassuming chemist named Hermann Kermit Warm (Riz Ahmed) - Charlie asks, “Are you upset because I’m the lead man?”

Charlie takes the reins of this dangerous two-man errand, but we might assume he’s led every operation during their entire careers.  Now, Eli and Charlie’s relationship isn’t a replica of Fredo and Michael Corleone’s rapport, but some conflicted feelings – to a much lesser degree - linger.  

Lastly, both Eli and Charlie – at their core - are stone-cold killers.  Although Eli is dramatically more introspective and subdued than Charlie, these two gunfighters wouldn’t blink at shooting a man.  The Sisters fire so quickly and efficiently, the fella facing the end of either sibling’s barrel better not bat an eye, or he will find himself buried six feet in the ground.

Audiard hardly gives us a chance to stand on solid ground throughout the film’s 122-minute runtime.  With Charlie’s unpredictable conduct and the picture’s shifting narrative, this western regularly surprises, including some haunting scenes with minimal lighting. “The Sisters Brothers” is a dark picture, literally and figuratively, but Reilly and Phoenix light up the screen in a movie (with a notable title) that you won’t soon forget.    


Jeff – a member of the Phoenix Critics Circle – has penned film reviews since 2008, graduated from ASU’s Walter Cronkite School of Journalism and is a certified Rotten Tomatoes critic.  Follow Jeff and the Phoenix Film Festival on Twitter @MitchFilmCritic and @PhoenixFilmFest, respectively.

The Painter and the Thief - Movie Review by Ben Cahlamer

Barbora Kysilkova and Karl-Bertil Nordland in the Sundance Award winning film “The Painter and the Thief”.

Barbora Kysilkova and Karl-Bertil Nordland in the Sundance Award winning film “The Painter and the Thief”.

Directed by: Benjamin Ree

Featuring: Barbora Kysilkova, Karl-Bertil Nordland

If you were to look at "The Painter and the Thief" based only on its title, you might immediately think of "The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo" or "American Animals."

"The Painter and the Thief," is a documentary hybrid between "Dragon Tattoo" and "American Animals." It uses the mystery theft of two paintings from an Oslo art gallery to bring two people together in ways that neither of them could imagine.

The documentary, which won the World Cinema Documentary Special Jury Award for Creative Storytelling at the 2020 Sundance, uses the intrigue of the theft to tell the story of the artist, Barbora. Police can identify the two thieves. Through the course of their trial, police are unable to determine what happened to the paintings nor why or even how the thieves were able to get away with the deed.

Coming from a difficult background, Barbora has one of the most unique perspectives of the human condition that I have seen, something that Ree captures exquisitely. Barbora believes that she can survive on her art alone, something her boyfriend supports. Even as she struggles though, something that Ree also makes a point to expound on, Barbora is an exceptionally altruistic person, giving the clothes off her back to someone.

This is where Karl comes in.

Since the police cannot explain the motive behind the theft and cannot retrieve the art, Barbora takes an interest in Karl, asking to meet with him, and eventually paint him. When we first meet Karl, he is very much down on his luck, having turned to drugs. But we also see a glimpse of intelligence behind his eyes; a powerful force exists within the glazed-over eyes.

Ree tells their mutual stories from two different vantage points and, in doing so, reveals a unique bond that forms between the two of them. The uniqueness of the story compels you to understand that it is indeed a documentary, while at the same time, it feels like a narrative drama having been written for the screen. This combination demonstrates why the film won the Sundance jury prize.

In telling the story, we learn of both Barbora's and Karl's innermost secrets, a personalization in them that would potentially be lost if they were distilled on to a script and then interpreted by an actor. Just as with Barbora's art, the canvas comes alive.

"The Painter and the Thief" reminds us of our uniqueness and the connections that drive us toward one another.

4 out of 4 stars

Life in Synchro - Movie Review by Jeff Mitchell

On May 23rd, film festival audiences from across North America will join together for a virtual screening of the documentary ‘Life in Synchro’.

On May 23rd, film festival audiences from across North America will join together for a virtual screening of the documentary ‘Life in Synchro’.

Director: Angela Pinaglia

“Life in Synchro” – If someone said the words sport and synchronized, what’s the first thought that comes to mind?   That’s right, synchronized swimming, a cross between ballet, group dance and water polo, and the aquawomen, who embrace it, make their graceful routines look effortless.  So much so, that observers – sitting on their couches with remote controls in hand – may say, “I could do that.”  

On the other hand, many others - who struggle to tread water for 30 seconds in the deep end,  and include yours truly in this group -  might respond, “Holy smokes.  They must have practiced for years.”

That’s exactly true, and synchronized swimming – an Olympic sport since the 1984 Summer Games – has gone mainstream, although most folks probably only watch these extraordinary swimmers/artists once every four years.

Turning to director Angela Pinaglia’s documentary, she chronicles a sister sport, but one played on ice in “Life in Synchro”.

If you are unfamiliar with synchronized skating, you aren’t alone.

“You find out synchronized skating is this new crazy world,” Emily Fitzgerald, a roughly 20-year-old skater on the Dearborn Crystallettes. 

She adds, “It’s not the female version of something else, and it’s 99.99 percent female.”

Although it’s not an Olympic event, after experiencing Pinaglia’s doc, one certainly recognizes the passion burning in suburban Detroit and throughout the country.  According to Google, about 600 teams registered with U.S. Figure Skating, and the film takes thoughtful care by featuring coaches and several former and current skaters who offer detailed personal history lessons and explained the present-day state of affairs. 

We meet Emily, her sister Cayty (and that’s not misspelled), numerous coaches, and former competitors in their 60s and above, like Peggy, Edie and Heidi.  Heidi Coffin still skates competitively with the DownEasters out of Portland, Maine, and proudly proclaims that she wasn’t ready to hang up her blades after turning 65.

The doc splashes the coaches’ and skaters’ names in big pink letters on the bottom right-hand corner of the screen, so the interviewees are easier to remember, but Pinaglia mainly follows Heidi’s and Emily’s journeys.  All of the women (and one man) sport friendly faces and upbeat energy, but many acknowledge the lack of media sunlight on their lifelong endeavors.  Although other than the absence of everyday recognition and a short montage of spills, we don’t get a real sense of the uphill struggles that the dedicated women overcame.  So, when it comes time to witness the Crystallettes’ and DownEasters’ crescendos on the ice, this new spectator indeed rooted for them but wanted to feel more invested.  The aforementioned sacrifices didn’t appear evident, but then again, the sporting world has never slighted this movie critic because of his gender.  Surely, female viewers who have walked/skated in the on-screen athletes’ shoes/skates would feel a deeper connection.  Still, that bond seems limiting, because the film is remarkably short with a runtime of just 53 minutes. 

Also, with so many thoughtful interviews, Pinaglia leaves less time for actual skating.  At one point, however, a camera is included with a skater on the ice in a dazzling, eye-opening sequence, so we get a feel for the overwhelming speed and precision.  

Oh, let’s see more of that! 

That was cool, but the film only grants that one first-person chance.

On the other hand, “Life in Synchro” delivers a complete picture of synchronized skating with coaches strategizing on-concrete and skaters practicing and performing on-ice.  We soon know Emily, Heidi and others, and their collective love of the sport shines so brightly that the various rinks’ high-powered air-conditioning units need to work overtime to keep the ice intact.  Looking back, Cayty and Emily’s mom Suzie may have said it best.

“Synchronized skating is like a flock of birds.  You know, how they all move in one direction in flight.”

After watching “Life in Synchro”, there’s no question the skaters carry can-do attitudes, showy presentations (colorful costumes filled with sequins and faces splashed with big smiles), impressive athleticism, and close teamwork.  So, the next time you hear the words sport and synchronized, TWO thoughts will immediately come to mind.

(2/4 stars)

Jeff – a member of the Phoenix Critics Circle – has penned film reviews since 2008, graduated from ASU’s Walter Cronkite School of Journalism and is a certified Rotten Tomatoes critic.  Follow Jeff and the Phoenix Film Festival on Twitter @MitchFilmCritic and @PhoenixFilmFest, respectively.

Quaker Oaths (2016) - Movie Review by Ben Cahlamer

Alex Dobrenko and Federica Rangel in Quaker Oaths (2016)

Alex Dobrenko and Federica Rangel in Quaker Oaths (2016)

Written and Directed by Louisiana Kreutz

Starring: Alex Dobrenko, Fede Rangel, Kathy Rose Center, Juli Erickson, Grant James

Marriage is a sacred institution between two people, who intend to honor and cherish each other, until death do them part. In “Quaker Oaths,” that marriage is bound by a sacred Quaker tradition where the community, in this case the wedding attendees also must show support for the newly married couple by signing a wedding contract.

Making an appearance at the 2017 Phoenix Film Festival, “Quaker Oaths” examines the tradition of undoing that tradition and a marriage as the not-so-happy couple, Joe (Alex Dobrenko) and Emily (Fede Rangel) seek a divorce.

Writer-Director Louisiana Kreutz strikes the right blend of humor in defining who Joe and Emily are as individuals. For Emily, her nerves get the best of her, even on her wedding day. Rangel expresses this with a quick, clipped motion while hiccupping and coughing.  Joe is an absolute rock for Emily, getting her to finally calm down, right before their big moment. Once she is calm, Joe off-handedly jokes about the situation, reassuring Emily that everything will be alright.

This was a perfect way to start the film. We see Joe and Emily at their best with Dobrenko and Rangel finding the right pitch of assuredness in each other’s arms. By building out the “happily ever after” part of the wedding, it allows Kreutz and the audience to learn what makes our characters tick.

Joe is a teacher and we find him awkwardly trying to explain a math problem to his class of five-year-old’s when he is summoned to the principal’s office. What Kreutz shares with us is a defeated and broken man. Dobrenko strikes a balance between someone who is not exactly willing to share his emotions, while at the same time being able to stand up for himself. Dobrenko has that affable quality about him that you find pleasant to watch on the screen.

Emily, in the meantime, has found a new love, Mikey (Pete Dahlberg), a loveable goofball whose free-spirited nature drew Emily in and now they want to get married. Before they can do that though Quaker tradition gets in the way, forcing Joe and Emily to undertake one more adventure as a couple: to get each guest who signed their wedding certificate to cross their names off as a sign that they support the divorce.

Set in Texas, “Quaker Oaths” makes good use of the state’s vastness as Joe and Emily crisscross the state, visiting each of their former guests and family members in the hopes that they will support the divorce. By putting both of our characters in a car for a road trip, Kreutz finds a way to rekindle the best halves of the union, but not before Mikey catches up with them making the road trip that much more interesting.

Life lessons in check, “Quaker Oaths” reminds us to cherish the best parts of each other and to nurture each other, bringing out the more challenging aspects of a relationship: trust, communication, and the importance of community. Humor is what drives the heart of the film, but none of it works without the zany characters we encounter and the adventure that Joe and Emily undertake, to find each other.

3 out of 4 stars

Alice - Movie Review by Jeff Mitchell

Emilie Piponnier in “Alice” (2019)

Emilie Piponnier in “Alice” (2019)

‘Alice’ is an enlightening escort tale set in the City of Light

Directed and written by:  Josephine Mackerras

Starring:  Emilie Piponnier, Martin Swabey, Chloe Boreham, and Jules Milo Levy Mackerras

“Alice”  - “The saddest thing about betrayal is that it never comes from your enemies.” – Unknown Author

Alice and Francois Ferrand (Emilie Piponnier and Martin Swabey) built a beautiful life together.  They enjoy a happy marriage, adore their healthy, young son Jules (Jules Milo Levy Mackerras) and live in a lovely, bright apartment in the heart of Paris, one of the world’s landmark cities.  Writer/director Josephine Mackerras efficiently establishes these definite certainties within her film’s first few minutes, including Alice declaring to Francois - with a smile and some relief – as he enters their home after a long workday, “My savior! My darling, can you take Jules, please?”

She is baking a cake for a dinner party, and the three huddle in the kitchen, as Francois invents alternative names for chocolate frosting that cause Alice and Jules to giggle.

They make a charming family; at least it seems that way.  Mackerras soon reveals a critical fact, one hidden from the movie’s opening moments.  Francois frequently sleeps with high-end escorts, and as one would expect, such an addiction can cost more than a random Euro or two.

This violation of the highest marital order carpet-bombs all of the aforementioned affable pleasantries and lays them to waste.  However, fate interjects quite ironically, as Alice now finds herself working in the same industry that her husband occupied as a paying customer.

Due to film’s title, Mackerras naturally chronicles Alice’s provocative journey, and Piponnier is wholly convincing – in a delicate, complex performance - as a responsible, white-collar worker and devoted wife and mother who is now facing her demons in the Paris circuit.  Alice is scared, hesitant and feels overwhelmed in this radically different setting.  All the while, she’s also furious and befuddled with Francois’ thoughtless transgressions, but her daring curiosity, along with a specific necessity, draws her into this dubious profession.

Is she embarrassed?  Does she confront danger?  Is she a victim, or is she empowered?   Is this a short-lived choice or a long-term commitment?

Alice faces these very stressful open questions, and Mackerras and Piponnier successfully and emotionally pull us into the character’s mindset….and various hotels around the city.  This review won’t reveal the answers, but note that the director does not graphically display Alice’s encounters.  

Certainly, Mackerras’ camera is present in the rooms, and she does not shy away from adult themes, but nudity is minimal, and the discourses between Alice and her johns offer real intrigue.  Every intimate meeting is unique because not only are the men very dissimilar, but Ms. Ferrand’s perspective evolves as well.  The film also sprinkles in some humor, and these unexpected comedic moments seem so natural, they feel like blooper reel material included in the final cut. 

Please make no mistake that Alice is also a wounded soul, and one left with severe doubts about her future, including the point that she’s responsible for a small child.  As a filmmaker, Mackerras is accountable to her heroine, but also the male clients and Alice’s new friend Lisa (Chloe Boreham), an escort. 

They are rich, nuanced characters, and even though some only appear on-screen for a few minutes, we receive some genuine snippets of insight that beg for more backstories.  In short, Mackerras’ film – with gorgeous, sunny Paris as a welcome backdrop - feels like an authentic look at the human spirit at its most vulnerable.  Swabey’s transformative performance delivers sizable swells of emotional exposure too, but Piponnier shines as the brightest star, as Alice attempts to regain her luster after the ultimate betrayal from her closest ally.

(3.5/4 stars)

Jeff – a member of the Phoenix Critics Circle – has penned film reviews since 2008, graduated from ASU’s Walter Cronkite School of Journalism and is a certified Rotten Tomatoes critic.  Follow Jeff and the Phoenix Film Festival on Twitter @MitchFilmCritic and @PhoenixFilmFest, respectively.

Left Hook - Movie Review by Jeff Mitchell

David Wayne Young in “Left Hook”

David Wayne Young in “Left Hook”

‘Left Hook’:  An animated film filled with gloom, despair and agony

Directed by:  Tyler W. Moore

Written by:  Tyler W. Moore and Theodore J. Kowalsky

Starring:  Jacob Aaron Cullum, Kristen Lee, Jeremy Blackwell, and David Wayne Young

“Left Hook” – “Gloom, despair and agony on me.  Deep, dark depression, excessive misery.  If it weren’t for bad luck, I’d have no luck at all.  Gloom, despair and agony on me.” – “Gloom, Despair and Agony on Me” by Buck Owens and Roy Clark

On April 10, 2020, the bubbly, bouncy animated musical “Trolls World Tour” – starring Anna Kendrick and Justin Timberlake - arrived on streaming platforms everywhere.  Although this critic did not prefer the mash of colorful mushrooms, truckloads of glitter and more neon pink and green than a 1984 Wham! concert, directors Walt Dohrn and David P. Smith amped-up the toon in this 90-minute bloated, flamboyant cartoon for young kids.

“Left Hook” is an animated feature too, but director/co-writer Tyler W. Moore’s picture carries an altogether different look, vibe, and attitude.  Add target audience to the list as well, because this tale about a loan shark named Michael (Jacob Aaron Cullum) – who feels no apprehension in releasing violent fury on clients who do not pay – would be badly misplaced as the second act in a “Trolls World Tour”-“Left Hook” Saturday afternoon double feature. 

On its own, the film is a hard-luck story, a coarse and indelicate one that sets a definite tone from the get-go.  Within the first 90 seconds, a teenaged Michael and his dad argue over a disciplinary write-up from his high school.  During this verbal clash, father and son exchange numerous vulgarities and engage in off-screen fisticuffs. 

Moore’s clear message to the audience is: “Buckle up, Buttercup, because it is going to be a bumpy ride.”   

Mr. Moore delivers precisely that for 88 minutes.  He sends us into a semi-urban universe that lies on the other side of the tracks that probably hasn’t seen a brand-new choo-choo chug on by in a few decades.  Set in 1999 or shortly after – because of a “Star Wars: The Phantom Menace” reference – Moore’s movie features gunplay, gambling, family strife, a drug deal, a boxing tourney, and a horrific tragedy that mimics a live-action, Oscar-nominated film from 2016.

Life, however, hasn’t always been a bed of nails and a gallon of castor oil for Michael, because he meets the girl of his dreams. 

Ariana (Kristen Lee) and this semi-lost soul find each other…and a little corner of heaven.  Murphy’s Law, however, sometimes rises as the ruling decree for the underprivileged, and its judgments can deliver cruel blows.  This loan shark/street-sanctioned brawler may or not be depressed, but Michael certainly doesn’t seek out rainbows or pots of gold.  Life has conditioned him by plastering low-hanging, gray desolation that blocks out his hopes and opportunities.  

Rolling in the muddy ground of a dismal narrative, “Left Hook” sets a pretty miserable existence for Michael to overcome.  From a storytelling perspective, our hero can only set one direction, and that is to proudly stand and sprint towards distinction and pride through a boxing competition.  Of course, he’ll also have to blast through emotional brick walls - constructed by his trying influencers and even himself - to reach his form of paradise. 

The animation department, however, didn’t craft fanciful worldbuilding, as life throughout the picture looks like everyday doldrums, from modest dwellings to small offices with cinder blocks laced with graffiti to empty lots that are ripe for criminal exchanges.  The environment and the players grouse in rigidity with designed muted color palettes to match the trudging-in-place outlooks. 

Looking back, perhaps “Left Hook” is not as depressing as it initially feels.  Still, our sad sack lead lives in cartoon-spaces filled with R-rated content, including a couple of cringeworthy moments of brief nudity.  For some, the film’s commitment to unremarkable, routine displays of unpleasantries might seem customary.  For others, gloom, despair and agony aren’t three ingredients sought or wanted in animated features.  Unfortunately, include uneventful as a fourth, and hey, maybe colorful mushrooms and truckloads of glitter aren’t that bad.

(1.5/4 stars)

Jeff – a member of the Phoenix Critics Circle – has penned film reviews since 2008, graduated from ASU’s Walter Cronkite School of Journalism and is a certified Rotten Tomatoes critic.  Follow Jeff and the Phoenix Film Festival on Twitter @MitchFilmCritic and @PhoenixFilmFest, respectively.

Escape from Alcatraz (1979) - Movie Review by Jeff Mitchell

Clint Eastwood in ‘Escape from Alcatraz’ (1979)

Clint Eastwood in ‘Escape from Alcatraz’ (1979)

‘Escape from Alcatraz’:  Stay for this solid prison movie

Directed by:  Don Siegel

Written by:  Richard Tuggle, based on the book by J. Campbell Bruce

Starring:  Clint Eastwood, Patrick McGoohan, Roberts Blossom, Jack Thibeau, Fred Ward, and Larry Hankin

“Escape from Alcatraz” (1979) – “You’ve escaped from quite a few prisons, haven’t you?  That’s why you’re here.” – Warden (Patrick McGoohan)

On a rainy Jan. 18, 1960 evening, Frank Morris (Clint Eastwood) takes a ferry across the San Francisco Bay, reaches land and then hops on a bus for a brief, lonely ride to his final destination.  Not one moment on this trip, however, can be defined as voluntary, because an exasperated legal system threw their collective hands in the air and banished Frank – a convict with burglary, armed robbery and grand larceny perched on his criminal record, along with a history of prison breaks – to Alcatraz Federal Penitentiary. 

Today, Alcatraz plays the role of a benign tourist destination, as 1.5 million annual visitors explore the island – that sits over a mile from San Francisco’s shores -  but back in 1960, just about everyone deemed Alcatraz a feared, inescapable edifice.

In director Don Siegel’s “Escape from Alcatraz”, Warden (without a surname) tells his newest resident Frank Morris, “No one has ever escaped from Alcatraz, and no one ever will.” 

From a distance, this steel and concrete stronghold might resemble the Hohensalzburg Fortress’ troubled kid brother.  Austria’s lofty castle spurned invaders for hundreds of years, but Alcatraz encloses its tenants with gapless tentacles of fortified construction, manned by an army of guards and surrounded by an enormous, shark-filled moat.  The interior decor doesn’t ease anxieties either, as this maximum-security institution can house up to 450 inmates, but don’t expect marathon Monopoly matches, card games or group caucuses that go deep into the night.  Each detainee lives in a lonely, individual 10-foot by 4.5-foot cell.

Siegel – who filmed at Paramount Studios and on location - spends more time inside rather than outside the prison’s shell.  Frank’s introduction to Alcatraz occurs at night, so we don’t gather a real perspective of the pen’s external identity at first.  No, most of our experiences take empathetic turns for Frank and his equally-orphaned cohorts…in their indoor existences.

Several establishing shots - during Frank’s first evening and morning - capture the long, orderly sightlines of the central housing core.  Three floors of slim, uniform, vertical and horizontal steel bars extend through a narrow corridor, as the men in blue walk in synchronicity.  No matter the physical enormity that faces these incarcerated men, the soulless rituals are the greater enemies. 

Shaving once a day, showering twice a week and receiving haircuts once a month are permanently listed on the grooming schedules, and buttoned blue shirts and khaki pants are the daily required uniforms.  Warden usually discourages creativity, and Frank plays along while mingling with familiar types of caged dormmates, including a detestable bully (Bruce M. Fischer), an eccentric introvert (Roberts Blossom) and a resourceful old-timer (Frank Ronzio).

The film moves slowly and methodically, as Siegel leans on an overall oppressive atmosphere through day-to-day monotonies.  Other than one menacing threat named Wolf (Fischer), Warden’s designed restrictions assemble a greater malaise, one that deadens spirits and weakens wills.  For instance, when he messes with an inmate’s painting privileges, it stings more than a run-of-the-mill courtyard tussle.  

Siegel didn’t make an overly violent picture.  Certainly, guards and detainees recognize Mr. Morris as an alpha male, but Eastwood’s character doesn’t ask every jailbird to make his day, and he doesn’t own a pet orangutan that watches over fistfights.  Mostly, Frank navigates his way through this painful, confined existence by searching for opportunities…for escape.

“Escape” also identified a new opportunity for Siegel (“Dirty Harry” (1971)) to collaborate with Eastwood.  Together, they forged their cinematic superpowers to present an altogether different lone wolf, one always attempting to dance in between the raindrops of the law.  The literal and figurative shifty weather also includes a dramatic lightning and thunder cue when a random guard declares, “Welcome to Alcatraz.”

Jerry Fielding’s score feels well-timed throughout the picture too, and especially when Frank and three new friends – Clarence (Jack Thibeau), John (Fred Ward) and Charley (Larry Hankin) - plan an escape.  Secrets and deception become their trusted allies.  While Frank runs covert ops through the prison’s catacombs, Fielding triggers modern (for the time) keyboards that feel somewhat-similar to John Carpenter’s chords from “Halloween” (1978) that play mind games with our perceptions of time and space. 

You might ask yourself, “How close is that guard?  I can’t see him, but I hear his footsteps!”

Certainly, Warden would gladly serve large helpings of severe consequences for Frank and company, as Siegel nicely captures (pardon the pun) the stressful mechanics of our anti-heroes operating in shadows and avoiding the spotlights. 

A couple of threads, however, feel a little dim.  For instance, Warden touts that Alcatraz tenants don’t have connections to the latest news or cultural events, but the prison’s trusty library offers plenty of magazines and books.  Hardware supplies are also - ironically - readily available, as Frank rattles off his extensive list of needs that might perplex a Home Depot consultant, but Litmus (Ronzio) willingly offers handy options. 

Oh, you need a Ryobi Lithium-Ion cordless drill?  No problem.  A 12 or 18 volt?   

While watching “Escape from Alcatraz”, it feels impossible to not compare it to “The Shawshank Redemption” (1994).  The latter – with a 142-minute runtime - is about 30 minutes longer than the former, so director Frank Darabont has more leeway to let his movie breathe, and an entirely hushed narrative layer delivers a whopper of a surprise. 

“Escape from Alcatraz” takes a straightforward approach.  It is a designed, chronicled history lesson, and – based on J. Campbell Bruce’s book “Escape from Alcatraz: The True Crime Classic” - a prominent one, and hey, Eastwood has starred in quite a few big movies, hasn’t he?  That’s why he’s here. 

(3/4 stars)

Jeff – a member of the Phoenix Critics Circle – has penned film reviews since 2008, graduated from ASU’s Walter Cronkite School of Journalism and is a certified Rotten Tomatoes critic.  Follow Jeff and the Phoenix Film Festival on Twitter @MitchFilmCritic and @PhoenixFilmFest, respectively.

Raising Buchanan - Movie Review by Ben Cahlamer

Rene Auberjonois and Amanda Melby in “Raising Buchanan”. © Raising Buchanan/PBATHW, LLC/Cheese Board Productions

Rene Auberjonois and Amanda Melby in “Raising Buchanan”. © Raising Buchanan/PBATHW, LLC/Cheese Board Productions

Written and Directed: by Bruce Dellis

Starring: Rene Auberjonois, Amanda Melby, Cathy Shim, Terence Bernie Hines, M. Emmet Walsh, Jennifer Pfalzgraff, Steve Briscoe

If you were so desperate to solve a financial challenge, would you consider stealing and ransoming a dead president’s body?

This is the situation that confronts, and confounds Ruth Kiesling (Amanda Melby) in “Raising Buchanan.” If Bruce Dellis’s film sounds like a horror story gone wrong, you couldn’t get further from the truth. Dellis’s screenplay is full of witticism, cynicism, and wisdom as Ruth, a donut shop employee with anger management issues tries to figure her way out of serval messes, including how to get away with the aforementioned theft and ransom.

Dellis ingeniously manages to portray Ruth in two lights – the first is in her irrational physical world, those filled with the problems that plague many of us, which makes the film relatable. In this world, Ruth has friends, namely her roommates, Meg (Cathy Shim) and Holly (Jennifer Pfalzgraff) along with Phillip Crosby (Terence Bernie Hines), her probation officer.

The way the characters interact with Ruth is imaginative; Meg and Holly are the “plucky comic relief” characters in that they know Ruth and try to support her through her ordeal as best as they can, especially when it comes to her father, Larry (M. Emmet Walsh). The story works Meg and Holly’s comedy in with Ruth’s allowing Melby to shine; even in her most depressive state, she is a hoot.

Ruth is portrayed in a second light that relates to both James Buchanan (Rene Auberjonois) and an egotistical ventriloquist, Errol (Steve Briscoe). As she comes across his body and hatches her scheme, Dellis places us in Ruth’s head, allowing us to see the higher reasoning behind what makes her tick. In the physical world, Ruth plays cello on a series of popular YouTube videos featuring Errol.

Within this, we see Ruth interacting with Buchanan in his own time, using the cello as a gateway between the two sides of Ruth, making for a unique look at how we rationalize irrational thoughts. Auberjonois, who has a long history of comedic roles and is known for his dry humor was the perfect actor to play Buchanan; he has an aristocratic way about himself that plays beautifully off Ruth, who is just as snide and snarky in her mind as she is in the real world.

The snarky side plays beautifully off of her probation officer. There’s a hilarious scene as he visits Ruth at the donut shop as they discuss her anger issues and how she’s dealing with them. As she gets deeper into her own mess, though, she realizes that no one seems particularly interested in Buchanan’s body, giving rise to antics that matches the ongoing chase in Stanley Kramer’s “It’s A Mad, Mad, Mad, Mad World” – the characters are all so crisscrossed that the prize becomes less important than the goal – finding the best in ourselves.

“Raising Buchanan” was a highlight at the 2019 Phoenix Film Festival, full of laughter and is an excellent example of how our creative outlets can help us cope even when the situation is bad.

3 out of 4

Wes Anderson’s Films, Ranked #9 to #1 by Jeff Mitchell

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Director Wes Anderson turns 51 years young on May 1, so it is the perfect time to celebrate this influential, innovative filmmaker and his work.  Anderson has released nine feature films to date, and here’s my order of preference from ninth to first.  Do you agree?  Well, Wes has not made a bad film, so there are no right or wrong answers with my favorites and yours. 

Enjoy, and Happy Birthday, Mr. Anderson!

 
“The Life Aquatic with Steve Zissou” (2004).

“The Life Aquatic with Steve Zissou” (2004).

9. “The Life Aquatic with Steve Zissou” (2004) – Oceanographer Steve Zissou (Bill Murray) probably never heard the saying: sometimes the best revenge is to smile and move on.  Zissou claims that a mysterious fish – a jaguar shark – ate his best friend Esteban (Seymour Cassel).  Geez, this creature allegedly bit him in half, so Zissou and his crew (who follow their leader and wear matching red knit hats) board the Belafonte, an eccentric antique vessel with notable oddities, such as two albino scouts (a.k.a. dolphins) swimming in the water-filled hull with cameras strapped across their bodies. 

Yes, the captain vows retaliation.  He’s a Captain Ahab of sorts, but – except for the down-on-his-luck anti-flair - Murray plays himself, or at least a familiar side that he’s played many times on the silver screen: a smart-alecky, quick-witted, cynical figure.  A pilot (Owen Wilson), an emotionally fragile journalist (Cate Blanchett), and a group of unpaid interns are in tow on this wandering voyage as well, but Anderson’s film doesn’t feel as fun as it should be. 

Still, the director includes enough deep sea cinematic eye candy, generous helpings of David Bowie covers, and a humongous list of stars to help us follow the skipper and company to the very end.  Willem Dafoe is priceless as Zissou’s faithful right-hand man, and hey, hire Klaus (Dafoe) for any home project, add him to your softball team, or perhaps, include him on your next paddleboard group outing.

 
Adrien Brody, Jason Schwartzman, and Owen Wilson in “The Darjeeling Limited” (2007).

Adrien Brody, Jason Schwartzman, and Owen Wilson in “The Darjeeling Limited” (2007).

8. “The Darjeeling Limited” (2007) – About a year after their father died, Francis (Owen Wilson) talks his brothers Jack (Jason Schwartzman) and Peter (Adrien Brody) into a spiritual journey on the other side of the world.  They hop on a train – called The Darjeeling Limited - with a cartoonish collection of caramel-colored luggage decorated with palm trees and all the mammals from an animal crackers box – and travel in India towards an unknown destination (to Jack, Peter and us).

Anderson confines his three talented stars into a rather tight sleeping car, as Peter’s and Jack’s anxieties pose prickly and playful banner, while Francis attempts – many times in vain – to convince his brothers of his altruistic intentions.  This buddy…err brotherly road trip movie heavily relies on the actors’ spontaneous chemistry and the emotional scabs that siblings often pick at and probe.  At the same time, a delightful newcomer Amara Karan offers affable interest outside of the brothers’ cramped traveling compartment. 

Anderson ensures to include beautiful countryside moments and intriguing mystery about their outing’s endpoint, but halfway through the picture, the narrative takes an off-putting and sudden tonal shift.  It’s a stark reminder that the characters and events are not as joyful as their colorful and decorative mode of transportation.  Still, a sequel with this three feels warranted.  Maybe a skiing trip in the Swiss Alps or a river raft trek on the Amazon.  Let’s see what Francis dreams up next. 

 
Lumi Cavazos, Luke Wilson, and Owen Wilson in “Bottle Rocket” (1996)

Lumi Cavazos, Luke Wilson, and Owen Wilson in “Bottle Rocket” (1996)

7. “Bottle Rocket” (1996) – Have you ever fired a bottle rocket?  You can point one in a specific direction, but the smart move is to light the fuse and run for cover, because who knows where it will go.  That’s Anderson’s first feature in a nutshell. 

Dignan (Owen Wilson), an early 20-something loose cannon, orchestrates his best friend’s escape from a psychiatric hospital, but this mastermind doesn’t realize that Anthony’s (Luke Wilson) stay is a voluntary one.  Anthony plays along with Dignan’s makeshift design, and this is their typical pattern.  He now follows this mischief-maker’s 75-year plan that includes a life of crime.  Their buddy Bob (Robert Musgrave) tags along too, but this is a twosome as the Wilson brothers shine in their film debut(s). 

Luke aptly plays the straight man, one built on self-doubt and introspection, and Owen carries colossal clumps of charismatic chaos that may have inspired Darwin Awards’ wannabes over the last 24 years.  (Note, that Luke’s and Owen’s older brother Andrew plays Bob’s older bro.)

A satisfying road trip, this designed car crash will scare young men to run towards responsibility and sound ethics, but you may be inspired to name your firstborn after Owen’s character.  Dignan might be the coolest name on the planet.

 
Gene Hackman in “The Royal Tenenbaums” (2001)

Gene Hackman in “The Royal Tenenbaums” (2001)

6. “The Royal Tenenbaums” (2001) – Poor Royal Tenenbaum (Gene Hackman).  He’s a disbarred lawyer with a prison record, and The Lindbergh Palace Hotel - his home for the last 22 years – kicks him out.  Royal is broke and homeless, and now add jealousy to form an unpleasant trifecta.  His estranged wife (Anjelica Huston) is marrying another man (Danny Glover), and that’s the last straw in Royal’s adolescent mind.  So, he pretends to suffer from stomach cancer to reconnect with his kids – Chas (Ben Stiller), Richie (Luke Wilson) and Margot (Gwyneth Paltrow) – and win Etheline (Huston) back.

Although Anderson includes a slew of big stars, “The Royal Tenenbaums” is – first and foremost - Hackman’s movie, as our eyeballs gravitate towards him during all his on-screen minutes.  Royal is a colossally selfish jerk, but this patriarch’s boorish behavior includes an impish turn, when he escorts his grandsons on an afternoon of hijinks. 

Royal says, “(It’s) putting a brick through the other guy’s windshield.”

Okay, they don’t go that far, but their two-minute frolic is one of the very best moments in any Anderson film.  The attempted connections between Royal and his kids are less effective, and the film dives into unnecessary dark territory that clashes the more comic scenes.  Nonetheless, see this film for Hackman.  This two-time Oscar winner is 90 and retired, but how can we talk him into acting again? Isn’t 90 the new 70?

 
Jason Schwartzman and Bill Murray in “Rushmore” (1998)

Jason Schwartzman and Bill Murray in “Rushmore” (1998)

5. “Rushmore” (1998) – “He’s one of the worst students we’ve got.”  Dr. Nelson Guggenheim (Brian Cox) is referring to Max Fischer (Jason Schwartzman), a 15-year-old at Rushmore Academy, who is in grave danger of expulsion due to his poor grades.  If Max applies himself, he may or may not earn straight A’s, but he spends nearly all his waking hours with after-school clubs, so he finds zero time for studying.  In a wacky montage, Anderson proudly reveals Max’s other pursuits with smattering snippets of this industrious kid’s work as the French Club president, Yankee Review publisher, debate team captain, lacrosse team manager, and astronomy society founder, to name a few. 

While his academic dismissal feels like an impending certainty, Max turns most of his attention towards a thoughtful new Rushmore teacher Rosemary Cross (Olivia Williams) and a wealthy donor Herman Blume (Bill Murray).  As bad luck would have it, both Max and Herman develop a crush on Rosemary and vie for her affections.  

Anderson shows great affection for the material, and “Rushmore”, his second film, contains many of his celebrated signatures - such as a chapter format, droll humor and oodles of comical, eccentric visuals – that he’s infinitely known for in his later work.  He contrasts the movie’s mellow, conversational tempo by regularly filling the screen with lively, unconventional images, and the occasional blast from the mod soundtrack compliments this dichotomy.  Schwartzman commands every on-screen second, and Murray’s sardonic nonchalance adds the perfect ingredient to Max and Herman’s warm friendship and fierce rivalry. 

 
George Clooney and Meryl Streep in “Fantastic Mr. Fox” (2009)

George Clooney and Meryl Streep in “Fantastic Mr. Fox” (2009)

4. “Fantastic Mr. Fox” (2009) – Set in a rural valley somewhere in the UK, Mr. and Mrs. Fox (George Clooney and Meryl Streep) live in a hole with their son Ash (Jason Schwartzman), but this fantastic husband/dad wants to move up.  Hence, they relocate above ground to a big beautiful tree, and the Foxes’ little corner of the world seems just fine, but they face two problems.  First, three despicable farmers – Boggis, Bunce and Bean - live nearby.

“One fat, one short and one lean.  These horrible crooks, so different in looks, were nonetheless equally mean.” 

Second, Mr. Fox loves to steal birds, so Boggis’ chicken house, Bunce’s geese house and Bean’s cider cellar look ripe for the picking, and this triggers Mrs. Fox to declare, “If what I think is happening is happening, it better not be.”  

You see where this is going, right?  Can Mr. Fox come up with the right master plan?  Whether it was part of Anderson’s master plan or not, he creates a film that kids and adults can enjoy, but rather than a Disney affair, “Fantastic Mr. Fox” doesn’t necessarily offer gentle winks.  Sure, our noted director delivers exceeding likable protagonists – who work as a newspaper columnist, a landscape painter, a lawyer, and more - and wraps this cinematic package with sentimental and inviting stop-motion designs, but the narrative unconventionally unfolds, as Anderson fans would expect.  The marriage of the two ideas organically fit with no pressing, forcing or overthinking, just like the on-screen wedlock of Clooney’s and Streep’s animated alter egos. 

 
Jeff Goldblum, Bill Murray, Bob Balaban, Edward Norton, Bryan Cranston, and Koyu Rankin in “Isle of Dogs” (2018)

Jeff Goldblum, Bill Murray, Bob Balaban, Edward Norton, Bryan Cranston, and Koyu Rankin in “Isle of Dogs” (2018)

3. “Isle of Dogs” (2018) – Weight loss, dizziness, narcolepsy, insomnia, extreme aggressive behavior, high temperature, low blood pressure, acute moodiness, and spastic nasal expiration are the horrible symptoms that plague the dogs of Megasaki City, Japan.  This triggers Mayor Kobayashi (Kunichi Nomura) to banish all the metropolis’ canines to an isolated and abhorrent locale called Trash Island, a place – shaped like middle fingers - that would make Disney’s WALL-E gasp in horror. 

Hounds of all breeds, shapes and sizes attempt to live in this cesspool of abandoned nuclear power plants, rusted-out factories, misshapen plastic, defunct electronics, broken bottles, and punctured tires, because they have no choice.  Well, a 12-year-old boy named Atari (Koyu Rankin), who lost his dog Spots (Liev Schreiber) to this forced quarantine, creates his fate and jets to the sickly wasteland to retrieve his companion.  A sympathetic pack of pooches (Bryan Cranston, Edward Norton, Bob Babalan, Jeff Goldblum, and Bill Murray) supports Atari on his impossible journey in a stop-motion picture that sometimes feels indescribable. 

Anderson outdid himself with seemingly millions of unreal, meticulous images of bright and beautiful Japanese culture set 20 years in the future and also the complete antithesis with an infamous isle of garbage.  Yes, the sights soar, but so do the sounds, as “Isle of Dogs” earned a Best Original Score Oscar nomination, led by a thunderous drum opening and The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band’s gentle “I Won’t Hurt You.”  Animal lovers, and especially dog people, will feel hurt at times, but Atari offers some hope…and a pocketful of doggie biscuits.

 
Jared Gilman and Kara Hayward in “Moonrise Kingdom” (2012)

Jared Gilman and Kara Hayward in “Moonrise Kingdom” (2012)

2. “Moonrise Kingdom” (2012) – Ah, teenage love.  Once Sam (Jared Gilman) meets Suzy (Kara Hayward), all bets are off.  A disillusioned orphan looking for new experiences, Sam falls for Suzy straight away, and with neither teen particularly enjoying their respective lives at home, they run off together.  These two lovebirds, however, don’t get very far, and Suzy’s parents (Bill Murray and Frances McDormand) call the cavalry to track her down and drag back her home. 

Soon, everyone living on New Penzance Island, “16 miles long, forested with old-growth of pine and maple”, is searching for these two crazy kids in a hilarious and farcical Romeo and Juliet runaway romance.  William Shakespeare, however, couldn’t foresee the scores of stunts and sight gags that orate on the screen for our amusement, like a treehouse defying the laws of physics and a well-placed escape hole paying homage to “The Shawshank Redemption”.  Unlike the clear-thinking Andy Dufresne (Tim Robbins) in the 1994 prison classic, Sam’s plan - due to his tender age – slogs in highly-flawed puddles. 

Still, it’s easy to admire his self-assurance, and his confidence scores off the charts.  Sporting a Daniel Boone derby and leaning on his exhaustive Khaki Scout training, he trusts his deep understanding of the wilderness and carries an array of whip-smart solutions for every possible scenario. 

“Moonrise Kingdom” is Gilman’s and Hayward’s first movie, but walking into this picture, don’t expect any first-time jitters.  With Anderson grabbing everything in his bag of tricks and splattering them on the silver screen combined with two charismatic, fresh performances, don’t wager against “Moonrise Kingdom”…but kids, don’t try this at home.

 
Ralph Fiennes and Tony Revolori in “The Grand Budapest Hotel” (2014)

Ralph Fiennes and Tony Revolori in “The Grand Budapest Hotel” (2014)

1. “The Grand Budapest Hotel” (2014) – The film’s opening reveals that the former Republic of Zubrowka sat on the farthest eastern boundary of the European continent and then cuts to a young woman dressed in a beige overcoat and a complimentary beret.  She enters the Old Lutz Cemetery, an aging graveyard with hibernating trees and crooked headstones. 

This focused lady then stops and pays respect to a lofty gravesite with a bronze bust and a matching open book that avows, Author and In Memory of Our National Treasure, respectively and then looks down at her novel “The Grand Budapest Hotel” with an unusual pink cover.  It’s a color that one might find smeared on a 3-year-old’s frosted cupcake or a nightmarish halter top hanging from an Esprit store around 1985.  Well, Anderson’s picture then shifts to 1985, and the aforementioned author (Tom Wilkinson) reveals that writers don’t possess endless imaginations.  Instead, he declares that a novelist receives ideas from a random and willing John or Jane Q. Public who wishes to spill a personal story.

Well, inspired by the writings of Stefan Zweig, Anderson and Hugo Guinness penned a yarn for the big screen.  “The Grand Budapest Hotel” is a wildly-involved tale set in 1932 Eastern Europe that includes a constant array of surprises, a playful, almost Dr. Seuss-like production design and one of the most memorable live-action characters in Anderson’s film repertoire.

Monsieur Gustave (Ralph Fiennes), a concierge at the earlier-remarked resort – that matches the same pink as the previously-mentioned book cover – carved out an intricate and comfortable existence.  He’s the heartbeat of The Grand Budapest Hotel and devotes every waking minute to ensure his guests’ serenity and satisfaction, which occasionally includes rendezvous with “rich, old, insecure, vain, superficial, blonde, and needy” women.

These dalliances eventually encapsulate him into a tricky quandary, along with an innocent bystander, a recently-hired lobby boy named Zero (Tony Revolori).  They find themselves in a bizarre, cartoonish, and Keystone Cops-like collection of incidents at the hotel and Zubrowka’s snowy countryside, and Anderson frequently and impishly strikes his audience with a harmless figurative balloon.  We blink and smile after every good-humored blow, as the scenes, sights (and sites) change at a dizzying pace. 

It’s a movie that demands repeat viewings to absorb the mass collection of cameos and supporting performances, discover previously overlooked petite details, admire Anderson’s signature framing, and applaud Fiennes’ uncanny knack for hypnotizing us into Gustave’s suave savoir-faire and suddenly diving into impatient micro-eruptions. 

Fiennes earned a Best Actor (Comedy or Musical) Golden Globe nomination, but looking back, he deserved an Oscar nomination too.  Regardless, Fiennes, Anderson, Revolori, Wilkinson, Tilda Swinton, F. Murray Abraham, Adrien Brody, Willem Dafoe, Jeff Goldblum, Jude Law, Edward Norton, Saoirse Ronan, and many more will proudly stand tall with “The Grand Budapest Hotel” – in grand halls and modest memorial parks - for as long as people wish to make movies…or tell their stories.

Jeff – a member of the Phoenix Critics Circle – has penned film reviews since 2008, graduated from ASU’s Walter Cronkite School of Journalism and is a certified Rotten Tomatoes critic.  Follow Jeff and the Phoenix Film Festival on Twitter @MitchFilmCritic and @PhoenixFilmFest, respectively.

Pahokee - Movie Review by Ben Cahlamer

© Otis Lucas

© Otis Lucas

Directed by: Patrick Bresnan and Ivete Lucas

Featuring: Na’Kerria Nelson, Jocabed Martinez, Junior Walker, B.J. Crawford

Hope can be a powerful tool in any situation.

Especially now.

More succinctly is the hope that you have when you’re in your final year of high school. Hope that a future exists beyond the town you grew up in. Hope that you will go to college, get a degree and make something of your life.

For the students featured in “Pahokee,” a documentary about the last year of four different high school seniors as they go through the last vestiges of their final year, and apply to college, there is also worry and concern.

For Na’Kerria Nelson, the hope is that she will go to a good school and graduate with a master’s degree in education, to help foster the education of those who are less fortunate. For Jocabed Martinez, her hope is that she will be able to get a better education to support her parents and the sacrifices they have made. For Junior Walker, his hope is to give his young daughter a better life, and for B.J. Crawford, one of Pahokee High School’s football team members, the hope is to get into a solid college football program.

Patrick Bresnan and Ivete Lucas followed these students around for their 2016 – 2017 senior year as they navigate student council, academia, proms, awards and a championship football season. Pahokee is an agricultural town on the southeastern shores of Lake Okeechobee with a population of 6000. The documentary makes clear early on that the town’s hopes and support are pinned to a strong football season. Though the pressure on these young athletes is not as apparent, a sense of gamesmanship and competitiveness is rampant as the team successfully achieves an undefeated season and goes on to beat each opponent winning the State Championship.

Embedded within the town’s hopes are each of our subjects’ lives, their fears, their hopes, their dreams. Na’Kerria Nelson is a well-rounded individual with strong academic marks and a sense of giving back to her community. Early in the documentary, she is faced with a campaign issue in her bid to represent the school. She is forthright and honest in her dealings with her peers.

The documentary does not explore Junior Walker’s history. It is focused on his present. There is deep love and commitment to his child, who runs around on camera like a ballerina. He is a drum major in the school’s drum band. We see his dedication to his practice, but it is not enough for him; he wants more. He learns the hard way that he needs to take steps to earn his place in the world and with that a better life for his daughter. Bresnan and Lucas do not paint a picture of sympathy for Junior; his dedication will carry him far, even if his current lot in life is not where he would like to be. They do paint a picture of empathy for his daughter, through his own sacrifice and hope.

The hope for B.J. is found in his family network, a strong showing of love and truth. Though he wants to play football in college, his father really wants him to have a back-up plan. B.J. is as much an athlete as he is a student, and for a high school in a small farming community, that theme resonates throughout the documentary. B.J. does select a school with a program that he can focus on.

These kids are acutely aware of their surroundings.

Within this though is a misstep which costs the football team its hard-won championship. The school fights on their behalf for a “simple data entry error.” Even without sports though, these kids have a bright future.

Especially Jocabed Martinez. Her parents immigrated from Mexico when she was three years old. Her father worked in the fields, eventually opening a taco stand, which is a success. For Jocabed, she does not want to leave her parents’ hard work in vein. Family is particularly important to the Martinez’s and there is a sense of self-doubt buried deep within Jocabed. She knows she can accomplish whatever she sets her mind to, but she does not think she’s good enough, and is in absolute shock when she gets accepted into the university she applied to. Her hard work, her dedication and her love for her family all contribute to the dynamic student we see in the documentary.

In a way, when the graduation ceremony is featured toward the end of the documentary, “Pomp and Circumstance” felt very much at home: the common theme in “Pahokee” is the perseverance in wanting to better their situation. No one is unhappy; hope is pinned on smaller events and all throughout, for every circumstance, there is a pomp waiting.

“Pahokee” earns its pomp and circumstance by building up the hope for a better future. And for this rural community, it achieves that hope.

The Wretched - Movie Review by Monte Yazzie

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Dir: Brett Pierce and Drew T. Pierce

Starring: John-Paul Howard, Piper Curda, Jamison Jones, Azie Tesfai and Zarah Mahler

How well do you know your neighbors? Is it better or worse now that we have all been quarantined in the home? My next-door neighbor loves to listen to the greatest hits of Warren Zevon while grilling hamburgers and smoking a tobacco pipe, while another watches old football games on a television in his garage with a fresh cooler of drinks nearby. It’s amazing how little I knew about the people living right next door to me.

In Brett and Drew Pierce’s new horror film “The Wretched”, a teenage boy struggling with the imminent divorce of his parents suspects that his next-door neighbor is an ancient evil spirit. Sporting an 80’s horror movie vibe in the vein of something like “Fright Night” or “Silver Bullet”, a wicked creature design, and a narrative that moves at that near-perfect 90-minute Friday night movie pace, “The Wretched” is a fun and welcome dose of genre fiction distraction for these serious times we are currently living in.

Ben (John-Paul Howard) is staying with his father (Jamison Jones) in a woody lake town that feels like a summer getaway location. Ben is annoyed with his parents, who are nearing a divorce, and doesn’t take kindly to his father’s new girlfriend and the job provided to him at the lake. But Ben meets Mallory (Piper Curda), a down-to-earth friendly face who is also the perfect liaison for Ben into getting comfortable with the new community. But something strange is happening with Ben’s neighbors; their little boy goes missing, dad seems to have completely forgotten he had a child, and mom threateningly watches Ben all the time. After finding a strange symbol on their home, Ben begins to believe that his neighbor is some kind of ancient monster.

The Pierce Brothers construct some very ingenious designs throughout their horror film. The composition of scares and frights depends more on what you don’t see that what you do, hiding the impressive creature design and slowly revealing it throughout the film keeps everything interesting. An early scene where Ben investigates noises on top of his house builds excellent tension and offers an early payoff that will keep the fright fans engaged for another reveal of the creeping creature.

The narrative builds an interesting mystery early on, but motivations are quickly revealed and familiarity takes over, however, the film is so nicely paced that many of these concerns don’t arise until after the film is over and you’ve had time to digest everything. What also assists in keeping everything moving is the great cast of unknown faces, specifically John-Paul Howard and Piper Curda who have excellent chemistry from start to finish.

“The Wretched” works on many different levels, offering a blend of interesting horror elements, some impressive monster construction, and a cast that simply commits to the seriousness and fun being had throughout. Surprisingly, while this film could work in any big theater, Coronavirus orders has offered the release of this film in a well-suited format at the drive-in movie theater (check your local listings because this is an option this weekend in some states that still have drive-in theaters).

Movies have always offered a welcome dose of escape from the real world, and for some genre fans, a good old-fashioned horror film is the perfect comfort food cinema to escape from the seriousness of the world around us. “The Wretched” accomplishes that very task.

Monte’s Rating
3.50 out of 5.00