Spiral: From the Book of Saw - Movie Review

Dir: Darren Lynn Bousman

Starring: Chris Rock, Samuel L. Jackson, Max Minghella, and Marisol Nichols

1h 33m

In 2004, the genre film world of horror movies was crowded with depictions of the walking dead and seeing tremendous influence from Asia with long-haired ghosts frightening audiences in theaters and on home video. In October 2004, a film called Saw changed the scary movie landscape. It turned a low-budget, ultra-gory film about a murderer named Jigsaw who creates grotesque games of life or death into a horror tentpole, now one of the genres defining franchise.

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Spiral: From the Book of Saw continues the deranged work of Jigsaw, this time taking torturous focus on a corrupt police department in a sweltering big city dripping in detective story color palettes. Chris Rock, who may seem an odd choice for this franchise, has a significant screen presence throughout this familiar franchise exercise.

Zeke Banks (Chris Rock) is a detective who his fellow law enforcers have rejected after turning in a crooked cop. A dead rat in a trap, left on his desk, describes how respected Zeke is amongst his peers on the force. Rookie detective William Schenk (Max Minghella) is forcefully paired as Zeke's new partner. The first case for the new teammates involves the gruesome death of a fellow officer, one of the few in the department that Zeke called a friend. The officer's death, involving a subway train and a trap placed directly on the tongue, echoes a resemblance to John Kramer, the mastermind behind the infamous Jigsaw murders. Zeke and William become intertwined in a new game with new stakes involving a corrupt law enforcement department.

Spiral begins unlike no other Saw film in the franchise, with a hefty dose of humor brought by an entertaining Chris Rock telling a story about how Forrest Gump couldn't be made in present times. Rock, a seasoned comedy icon, injects personality and presence throughout the entire film. Rock's dramatic turns struggle to come off as smoothly during moments of despair or frustration. However, underneath the messy detective shirt and ties and dark sunglasses, the actor's laid-back demeanor and coolness help make the clichéd detective story twist and turns to play out with more intrigue. Samuel L. Jackson shows up briefly as Zeke's dad, the former police chief, and their chemistry offers some of the best moments of the entire film.

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Spiral starts with some exciting narrative angles, social commentary about police concerns brought to the forefront, and an investigation-driven procedure that steps away from the splatter spectacle that defines the Saw franchise. These bright moments fade as Spiral: From the Book of Saw reverts to the franchise formula of retreaded plot twists and pig-masked trappings that are easily identified.

Still, this is a memorable return and easily one of the best Saw films of recent memory. Chris Rock's screen presence keeps the one-dimensional story engaging. While the horror, the visceral and gory exhibition, of this franchise, part nine, remains the primary connective tissue that supports the puzzle from completely falling apart.

Monte's Rating

3.00 out of 5.00


Riders of Justice - Movie Review

Director: Anders Thomas Jensen

Cast: Mads Mikkelsen, Nikolaj Lie Kaas, Lars Brygmann, & Nicolas Bro

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After making a striking first impression in his earliest screen role in Nicolas Winding Refn's gritty and groundbreaking feature filmmaking debut “Pusher” in 1996, actor Mads Mikkelsen became a sensation in his native Denmark. And although Refn's film had more in common with say, Martin Scorsese's “Mean Streets” than it did with the newly launched naturalism based Dogme '95 film movement from directors Lars Von Trier and Thomas Vinterberg, Mikkelsen evolved into one of the most internationally recognizable stars from this school of filmmaking, thanks to a vital, early collaboration with writer-director Anders Thomas Jensen.

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Following Jensen's 1998 Oscar for Best Short Film, fresh off the heels of having been nominated in the same category the two years prior as well, Mikkelsen's alliance with the filmmaker began with Jensen's feature directorial debut "Flickering Lights” in 2000. But their partnership really reached the height of its power in the films "Open Hearts" and "After the Wedding," which Jensen co-wrote with their director Susanne Bier (and the latter of which garnered Bier her first of two Academy Awards for Best Foreign Film). The global success of those films, along with some which made Mikkelsen the muse of other Dogme vets led directly to his Hollywood crossover and subsequent popularity as a franchise favorite with turns in new Marvel, James Bond, Star Wars, Harry Potter, and Indiana Jones properties.

Unwilling to leave his friends, language, and country behind, the loyal chameleon regularly alternates between huge studio tentpoles and the latest films from those he first found success alongside decades earlier. And this is not only true of Vinterberg, for whom he just starred in the Oscar winning "Another Round," but especially Jensen, who has written and/or directed Mikkelsen in some of his most surprising fare over the years, from the morality tale "Adam's Apples" to the western "The Salvation" (for director Kristian Levring) to the new unorthodox holiday revenge dramedy "Riders of Justice."

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Playing a recently deployed soldier who's sent home to care for his teenage daughter after she survives the train explosion that claimed the life of his wife, Mikkelsen's Markus is given an unexpected outlet for his rage when he's visited by two statisticians, including a survivor played by Nikolaj Lie Kaas, who was the last person besides his daughter to see his wife alive. Presenting Markus with evidence indicating that her death might have been part of a coordinated attack to prevent a man from testifying against the head of a notorious street gang, after a colleague in facial recognition manages to narrow down a suspect, these three odd wise men join forces with their new soldier friend.

Having neglected to figure out precisely what they should do once they confront the man, when their first interaction impulsively escalates into murder, the motley crew decides they're not done just yet and soon find themselves in the midst of a war with one of Denmark's deadliest crime syndicates.

But rather than give into the basest instincts of the revenge genre and turn the film into something resembling "Death Wish," by setting the film around the Christmas holiday and populating it with social misfits just out of step with society, Jensen takes the opportunity to explore the questions of faith, chance, fate, and human connection that have fascinated him throughout his entire career.

While not entirely successful, most likely owing to differences in culture and translation, Jensen's tendency to weave startling bits of humor into the plotline, ranging from a recurring focus on weight regarding the teenage daughter of Markus or the blunt handling of a Ukrainian male sex slave they liberate makes the film hit a few discordant notes here and there. Still, with this talented cast, including men like Mikkelsen and Kaas – who've worked together for decades – once again able to add new layers to these at times tonally uneven yet undeniably complex characters, it works much better than you fear it will early on.

Culminating in a thrillingly photographed violent western-style showdown in the snow where the wounded and outnumbered men must figure out how to get out of this situation alive, Jensen punctuates his final act with a few true surprises as his characters struggle to figure things out amid the chaos.

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Though unable to authentically balance its swings from sardonic to brutal to funny to sad without the film feeling the least bit artificial, Mikkelsen and company ensure that although – like their characters – they always remain ready to battle, the real thing that sets "Riders" apart is in the ensemble's journey towards one another and away from revenge. Of course, having proven it again and again over the years, it seems as though that kind of loyalty is more than just a plot point, in the end, it's the Mikkelsen way.


The Boy from Medellin – Movie Review

Directed by: Matthew Heineman

Starring: J Balvin

Runtime: 91 minutes

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'The Boy from Medellin': The J Balvin doc doesn't hit the right notes

Medellin is the capital city of Colombia’s Antioquia province. It has a population of just over 2.5 million, and one of its favorite sons filmed his documentary here. International reggaetón megastar J Balvin makes a triumphant return home to put on a massive show, but then again, “the best-laid plans of mice and men often go awry.”

Director Matthew Heineman follows this chart-busting marvel to his hometown for one week leading up to the planned live spectacular, but a set of soccer-stadium-sized stumbling blocks place Jose Alvaro Osorio Balvin’s concert in jeopardy. On the surface, “The Boy from Medellin” was supposed to be a celebration of J Balvin’s accomplishments and his embrace of this beautiful South American country. Instead, Heineman’s film grows into a hybrid of traditional documentary rhythms and uncomfortable drama.

The result? Not to take away from the artist’s gifts and worldwide successes, but we don’t get enough of each documentary pillar here. With just a 91-minute runtime, this critic wanted more…and a different focus.

A double-whammy drama emerges through internal demons from both the headline performer and his country. From J, he faces the camera and opens up about his anxiety and depression. It’s a brave move, and Heineman and J Balvin – a slender, gregarious man with a bleach-blond dome - offer a confessional, baring-one’s-soul approach in recalling history, which feels relatable and accessible to us at home. One might have 55 million Spotify monthly listeners, 30 million YouTube subscribers, and 47 million Instagram followers and still feel anxious and depressed. These afflictions don’t size up their victims’ bank accounts and fame quotients, nor do they offer mercy.

Balvin says, “Ninety-nine percent of my dreams have come true.”

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The one percent remainder is his first solo stadium concert. He’s never done one, and because Jose is a living, breathing human being, his apprehension feels like a natural response, even for one of the world’s biggest performers.

The second portion of the real-life theatre is a nationwide uprising against the current conservative government. Protests break out all over the country, including Medellin. Suddenly, life becomes disrupted, a specific tragedy strikes, and venues start canceling concerts, which puts J’s gig in serious jeopardy. Not only are Colombian citizens speaking out, but they want their heroes to express themselves as well. J Balvin has historically claimed – including on-stage - that he “is not left or right” and wants “to give life to the world.”

At the moment, he’s staying silent, but for how long?

Jose didn’t sign up for political intervention, but perhaps his alter-ego needs to opine publicly. This particular conflict becomes the film’s focus, but the struggle - unfortunately - feels very 21st century…and not in a good way. Instagram arguments and flipping through iPhone screens fill the void, rather than tangible, physical actions during the film’s precious minutes.

Decades ago, critics complained that Michael Jordan didn’t speak out against political injustices, and he infamously responded with, “Republicans buy sneakers too.” However, comparing Balvin to Jordan is not fair. The illustrious basketball player stayed silent for years, while J Balvin’s momentary inaction is for a day (or a few). Still, the comparison immediately comes to mind.

Even though this real-life drama unexpectedly drops in the filmmakers’ lap, not enough compelling on-screen achievements materialize. Think about grabbing a camera and recording your reactions – from inside your home - to the 2020 Black Lives Matter protests. It won’t have the same effect as stepping out of the house and joining the masses.

“The Boy from Medellin”, however, gets a lot of credit for capturing the scenic beauty of the city and J Balvin explaining his humble beginnings, historic rise, and battles.

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The viewpoints are primarily from our 30-something Man from Medellin, but that’s a limitation. Why not interview Medellin locals, friends, family, or other artists about J Balvin’s essential contributions to music and Colombia? The film offers old clips, like from Jimmy Fallon’s “The Tonight Show”, and Heineman’s camera does glance into Jose’s phone during celebrity calls from will.i.am and a couple of others, but comprehensive interviews from the aforementioned suggestions don’t occur.

Instead, teenage girls and middle-aged men walk up to J Balvin and ask for selfies, which really isn’t the same thing as sit-down testimonials that describe his rightful place within the Colombian and global communities.

For fans, perhaps none of this matters.

A J Balvin full-length doc is here, and yes, his hits – like “Loco Contigo”, “RITMO”, and more - land on-screen, whether it’s during a hopeful concert or not. Unfortunately, we get snippets of these songs rather than longer cuts or the entire tracks. It doesn’t feel like enough. By contrast, another 2021 music star doc “Billie Eilish: The World’s a Little Blurry” runs for 140 minutes, and Eilish supporters and brand-new beginners are well-served, as director R.J. Cutler, the star, and her family tender plenty of story and music.

For this film, I wish we had an additional 50 minutes…and a different focus.

Jeff’s ranking

2/4 stars


Wrath of Man - Movie Review

Dir: Guy Ritchie

Starring: Jason Statham, Holt McCallany, Jeffrey Donovan, Josh Hartnett, Laz Alonso, Eddie Marsen, and Scott Eastwood

1 h 58 m

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By Monte Yazzie

Director Guy Ritchie and longtime collaborator Jason Statham reunite with the gritty and violent heist story Wrath of Man. Ritchie, who has dabbled in a range of different genres with recent films like Aladdin, Sherlock Holmes, and King Arthur: Legend of the Sword, returns to the tough and tumultuous crime drama genre that helped launch his career and continues to be the sweet spot for the director's unique style of filmmaking.

Wrath of Man, a remake of the 2004 French film Le Convoyeur, displays the chaotic flair of bullets, blood, and brutality that Ritchie has become savvy at implementing into his movies. Jason Statham's quiet menace, a quality that helps separate the actor from other action stars in the genre, always works best in Ritchie's textured, if minimal, character developments. While Ritchie's style helps and distracts from the thin plot, Wrath of Man works to find the balance between the dishonorable, many times heartless, characters that populate the story and the vengeful stakes that push the narrative towards a climax of greed and revenge.

The calm and calculated H (Jason Statham) barely passes his field examinations to join a crew of cash truck guards responsible for moving millions of dollars around greater Los Angeles. During his first few days on the job, H's armored truck detail is caught in a hijack. However, before any money is stolen, H meticulously assassinates the masked thieves, cornering and interrogating the last thief standing before finally killing him. The crew at the security company is left wondering where this mysterious man came from. H's motives become apparent as he takes deadly and irrevocable steps to settle a revengeful score.

Ritchie's unique style, which can be methodically hectic and indulgently flashy in both the best and worst ways, is restrained a touch in Wrath of Man. While elements are still present, specifically within the editing design, which can become distracting at times, the film focuses a majority of the flourishes on helping mold the mystery of H's dubious intentions. Ritchie has become quite accomplished at composing action scenes; here, the composition is sharp and exciting.

Jason Statham helps immensely in making the journey in Wrath of Man exciting and fun to watch. Statham pushes the grittier elements of the story into exciting territory with his menacing demeanor and tough-as-nails action persona. Ritchie understands how to use Statham to punctuate a scene. Whether in moments of frenzied action or during stages of quiet intimidation, Statham is one of the best things about this film.

The narrative design is a simplistic setup that tries its best to make the most out of the complicated nature of the revenge motivations. Ritchie's character composition in this film is packed with unredeemable people; those whose hands remain somewhat clean have fortunes left to the impulses of the bad guys who hold priority in the script. When the stakes reach their inevitable culmination, placing all the complicated characters in the same room, it's hard to care about what happens to them. Ritchie and writers Ivan Atkinson and Marn Davies do their best to add drama into their revenge tale, and in small moments they succeed, but the characters make it hard to invest in the outcome truly.

Wrath of Man is a fun return for Guy Ritchie and Jason Statham. The calm approach for the typical style-driven director is a welcome surprise and proves that Ritchie can still compose hard-boiled crime capers with the best of them.

Monte's Rating

3.50 out of 5.00


by Jen Johans

With his mischievous wit, jaw-dropping athleticism, and old-fashioned charm seducing us right from the start of his very first movie – writer-director Guy Ritchie's auspicious 1998 feature filmmaking debut "Lock, Stock and Two Smoking Barrels'' – enigmatic British actor Jason Statham taught viewers to expect the unexpected whenever he hit the screen. But, unable to be pigeonholed as one specific thing in an industry that thrives on packaging people like products to be marketed, sold, and moved with the same felicity as a bottle of salad dressing, Hollywood has never quite figured out what to do with the unique skill-set of Jason Statham.

Equally at home in comedic, dramatic, and action-focused fare, Statham's ease and dexterity in conveying emotion and information both verbally and nonverbally have, in the years following his last film with Ritchie in 2005's "Revolver" made him something of a half Cary Grant, half Jackie Chan, twenty-first-century unicorn film star. Serving up different sides of himself in everything from "The Bank Job" to the "Fast and Furious" franchise to "Spy," while he's consistently done good work, the 2010s found Statham playing a few too many interchangeable smartass badasses as he coasted from one hit-or-miss action movie to the next.

Having left the clever ensemble oriented crime dramedies that first put him on the map behind, as it turns out, Statham's situation is remarkably similar to the one faced by Guy Ritchie who's struggled to put his own stamp on summer studio tentpoles like "King Arthur" and "Aladdin" in recent years. Now, with the two old friends who first hit fame alongside one another a generation ago agreeing to re-team for a smaller and more intimate, but nonetheless compelling character-driven action film, they've both made the bold decision to address their creative habits and strip their work back to its essence in the stealthily efficient '70s style heist revenge movie "Wrath of Man."

Based upon the 2004 French film “Le convoyeur” aka “Cash Truck” from director Nicolas Boukhrief, which Ritchie adapted alongside his frequent screenwriting collaborators Marn Davies and Ivan Atkinson, “Wrath of Man” is a sharp left-hand turn for the British helmer away from the hyper-kinetic brand of filmmaking most synonymous with his name.

Gone here is Ritchie's obsessive kid in a candy store aesthetic of near eye-twitching levels of fast-motion stimuli, which at its best, dazzled viewers and worst, drove us to distraction right along with his penchant for camera trickery. In in its place, he's placed greater emphasis on his man-on-a-mission character-centric storytelling, which makes sense for this tale about a mysterious man (Statham) who walks in off the street and gets a job working for a frequently hijacked L.A. armored car company, only for us to discover that his reasons are far more personal than they are professional.

Taking an unexpectedly understated approach, for the film's first act, I could barely distinguish the U.K. based director of this film from men like Steven Knight or Simon West who'd helmed other vengeance fueled works of this type like “Redemption” and “The Mechanic” for Statham in the late aughts to early '10s. And while initially, it feels more like Ritchie is a director for hire than say, the man that made the newest versions of “Sherlock Holmes” and “The Man From Uncle,” I like how secure he is as a more mature filmmaker to know that the last thing this film needs is a bunch of sudden jump-cuts or shots from the point-of-view of bullets being fired from a machine gun. Ritchie’s strength here is in knowing who, what, and why we’re watching and getting us so lost in the story that when he finally decides to let us behind the curtain, we’re hooked.

Unwilling to mug for the camera or flash that megawatt smile that sometimes makes it impossible to separate a Statham character from the man himself, Ritchie's more restrained technique compliments the quiet power of his leading man very well.Uncovering the real reason why Statham's protagonist joined the armored car company, when the film finally abandons its early over-reliance on male bravado as its employees (played by Holt McCallany and Josh Hartnett) try sizing up the new guy, we begin to see “Wrath of Man” for the bare-bones revenge film that it is.

A terrific director of actors who's known for his ability to attract stellar talent from all corners of the globe, one of the best things about Ritchie's latest work is the trust and patience he places in his cast to reel us in. Developing slowly like a Polaroid that Ritchie's unwilling to shake, once “Wrath” introduces its second group of characters led by Jeffrey Donovan (who's been tacitly doing some of the best work of his career recently elevating even B-movies like “Let Him Go” and “Honest Thief”), we see precisely why everyone said yes to this remake.

Becoming as involved in Donovan's morally complicated plight as we are in Statham's as though they're two flip-sides of the same coin, it's the actors who invest us in watching what (on paper, at least) would otherwise be an admittedly standard heist drama unfold. Featuring a chilling turn by Scott Eastwood (visibly relishing the opportunity to star in the kind of film his father would've certainly gravitated to in the '70s), “Wrath of Man” is a crackerjack B-movie that works so much better than it should because of the A-talent involved on both sides of the screen. And as one of the film's screenwriters, Ritchie understands this well.

Reuniting with his old friend Statham who, in shifting from one genre to the next over the years, lives to astonish, “Wrath” finds the two in the mood to reevaluate just what it is they can and should bring to a film when they're planning a stripped-down heist as opposed to an over-inflated tentpole.

Relatively straightforward both stylistically and narratively, save for a few flourishes because Guy is Guy after all and he loves to turn a straight line into a maze, “Wrath of Man” might not be what most people would think of when you hear the name Guy Ritchie, but this only works to the film’s advantage. Playing against audience expectations Statham-style, while this is one stellar vehicle for the movie star he put on the map, the biggest surprise of all in “Wrath of Man,” is that twenty-three years after “Lock, Stock,” Guy Ritchie is introducing himself to the world once again, saying, “Okay, you've seen that. Now, look what else I can do.”


Tom Clancy’s Without Remorse - Movie Review

Dir: Stefano Sollima

Starring: Michael B. Jordan, Jamie Bell, Guy Pearce, Jodie Turner-Smith, and Brett Gelman

1 hr 49 min

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Author Tom Clancy crafted an entire empire of stories built around behind-the-scenes military operations and C.I.A. spy games. These narratives transitioned from paper pages to silver screen summer blockbusters with the adaptation of the “Ryanverse,” a string of films built around Clancy’s heroic patriot Jack Ryan. Clancy’s legacy of espionage fiction progressed into the world of modern-day gaming at the turn of the millennium, with video games like Rainbow Six and Splinter Cell introducing a new generation to the author’s name and brand of action.

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Tom Clancy’s Without Remorse is based on the author’s 1993 novel of the same name. But instead of centering the story around Jack Ryan, this movie tells the origin story of Navy SEAL John Clark, a character familiar to the “Ryanverse” and played by Willem Dafoe in Clear and Present Danger and Liev Schrieber in The Sum of All Fears. Taking over the role for this new film franchise is Michael B. Jordan, who arrives amidst a fury of bullets and explosions with all the magnetism and tough guy qualities the actor is known to bring to a character. The methodical story style familiar to a Tom Clancy novel almost disappears in Without Remorse; this story is more concerned with the future adaptations than providing a foundation to build on.

John Clark (Michael B. Jordan) and his extraction team are on a mission in Syria to save a captured C.I.A. operative. The mission ends up being a setup, one involving some unexpected Russian targets. Once back on American soil, the SEAL team finds themselves in the crosshairs of a shadowy group of assassins. John and his pregnant wife Pam (Lauren London) are attacked during a home invasion, John narrowly escapes, but Pam does not. Her death sends John into a fight for vengeance, leading to a mission in Russia and ultimately a master plan that goes far beyond the surface conflicts.

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Director Stefano Sollima does a decent job of composing some inventive action sequences. Writers Taylor Sheridan and Will Staples craft a character who becomes an enraged machine of sorts; no bullet or explosion will stop him. Revenge is the primary emotion of focus, and it makes John Clark feel more like John Wick. While Clancy composed John Clark as a darker version of the Jack Ryan character, there was also more emphasis on the story beyond revenge. When Without Remorse ventures into more complicated global political territory, the film becomes a mess of unnecessary and somewhat confusing plot turns.

Michael B. Jordan carries the character with one emotional intention, revenge. And when the film allows that vengeance to take control, like in one scene where John douses a car in gasoline, sets it ablaze, and jumps in to interrogate the passenger, Without Remorse entertainingly comes to life. But the film has difficulty sustaining the tension achieved during the fierier moments.

The film has a good cast. Jodie Turner-Smith plays John’s military ally, Karen Greer. Jamie Bell arrives as the duplicitous C.I.A. higher-up Robert Ritter; they do a good job, but the film doesn’t seem too concerned with exploring their characters. Even Jordan’s lead hero isn’t provided much exploration beyond the initial emotions that define the qualities of the character until the end credits. It’s not completely bad, but it’s not entirely satisfying.

Tom Clancy’s Without Remorse is just the beginning of the John Clark saga of stories coming in the future. While this film may serve as a passable action vessel for Michael B. Jordan to introduce the Clancy character, the hope is that future installments will allow more growth beyond this initial offering.

Monte’s Rating

2.50 out of 5.00


Limbo – Movie Review

Directed and written by: Ben Sharrock

Starring: Amir El-Masry, Vikash Bhai, Ola Orebiyi, and Kwabena Ansah

Runtime: 103 minutes

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Don’t wait to see ‘Limbo’, an unconventional immigrant story

Immigrant feature films frequently land in theatres and streaming services for probably a couple of reasons. These stories are commonplace threads within societies’ fabrics, and the protagonists face built-in conflicts simply by existing in their newfound environments.

In the U.S., we rightfully boast about our immigrant roots, and President John F. Kennedy said, “Everywhere, immigrants have enriched and strengthened the fabric of American life.”

While the homeland may become enriched, many times, the aforementioned residents do individually struggle to find their way. Look to “Minari” (2020) and “Brooklyn” (2015) as recent examples. The Sullivan family had their troubles in “In America” (2002), and so did Carlos Galindo (Damian Bichir) in the aptly named “A Better Life” (2011), as he hoped for a better one.

Even though the on-screen leads wrestle with acceptance, they usually throw themselves into the foreign ecosystems, jockey for some footing, and attempt to survive and thrive. Naturally, the United States hasn’t cornered the market on immigration narratives, and “Lorna’s Silence” (2008) and “Monsieur Lazhar” (2011) - set in Belgium and Montreal, respectively - are two more of this critic’s favorites.

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Writer/director Ben Sharrock’s eccentric dramedy is a notable immigrant story, but one with a twist. In “Limbo”, Omar (Amir El-Masry), a 20-something Syrian refugee, wishes to reside in the U.K., but he’s stranded on a desolate Scottish island while waiting for his paperwork to clear. In 2021, we live in a world of instant gratification, but the United Kingdom’s official “like” on his request doesn’t seem imminent, especially when his friend Farhad (Vikash Bhai), an Afghan native, has been stuck at this far northern outpost for 32 months and five days.

How far north? Omar, Farhad, and about two dozen others are waiting on the 57th parallel at a locale with barren, rocky grasslands that may resemble Washington’s Palouse commingled with gloomy, dormant volcanic buttes. You won’t find a Starbucks on every corner. Not on this isle because no such metropolitan districts exist. It does have a convenience store, but one with few creature comforts. Omar pops in one day and asks for sumac spice, but he might as well inquire about a Northern Californian wine, a Tesla sedan, or a one-way plane ticket to London.

Although this modest, sparse colony has some quirky charm, Sharrock’s setting of never-ending barren space - with an occasional domicile to lodge our lingering British-applicants – resembles a depressed Wes Anderson setting, one in desperate need of a humongous dose of Zoloft or maybe an array of pink and purple windmills.

Geez, something.

Then again, that’s the point. While Omar, Farhad, brothers Wasef (Ola Orebiyi) and Abedi (Kwabena Ansah), and others sit in limbo, their environment doesn’t offer much reprieve, stimulus, or any path towards joy. Sharrock films his subjects with straight-on long shots, where his protagonists are small features within the frame. They could be leaning against a wall, standing at a bus stop, or calling on a pay phone, and the great, spacious outdoors dominates as a looming, unforgiving co-star.

The movie visually expresses that it’s a cold, cruel world out there with no obvious route towards salvation, and our heroes (and we) deeply feel it. This downer symbolism and stark reality blankets dozens of one-on-one exchanges that sometimes double as confessionals, as we learn about Omar’s and his compadres’ histories and explanations for attempting this impossible migration.

For Omar, he’s a musician and plays the oud (a type of guitar), but he’s lost his desire to perform. He usually sports a blue skiing jacket and a pair of khakis, but he (nearly) always wears the same glum face. Omar had a life back in Syria, but out of pure necessity to escape the violence, he copes with this legislated shelter-in-place, a concept that most of us living and breathing in 2020 and 2021 can unhappily relate.

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El-Masry delivers a compelling, restrained performance, as his somber, stoic mood reflects his present happenstance, but not necessarily against the locals. Although a few detractors, including a pair of young hooligans, question Omar’s motivations, most of the resident Scots consider the in-process immigrants part of the community. Distrust is rare, and instead, a cautious, distant embrace fills the void. Omar’s reciprocity is with his purgatory predicament, not the native inhabitants.

Throughout the movie’s 103-minute runtime, Sharrock slowly reveals Omar’s celebrated and troubled past, and the character’s family actively imprints on both sides of his life-coin. Thankfully, our lead isn’t facing this abyss alone, as Farhad - his trusty brother-from-another-mother who appoints himself as his agent/manager for a future oud gig – offers guidance and friendship. Not only does Omar seek out him, but we do too! Bhai’s Farhad projects a subdued persona, but he’s a welcome joy with inciteful pearls of wisdom.

He may or may not have answers to, “How do you find it so easy?”, or “Do you think about who you were before all this?”

Still, he’s lived in this isolated in-between for nearly three years, so perhaps he can make sense of the absurdity.

“Limbo” does have some comedic elements, including a surreal opening scene with Hot Chocolate’s “It Started With a Kiss” as the musical accompaniment, but Sharrock’s film truly is thoughtful drama. It’s a deep character study about the immigrant experience, where a numbing waiting game and reflection about one’s self-worth are the built-in conflicts.

Jeff’s ranking

3.5/4 stars


The Virtuoso - Film Review

Director: Nick Stagliano

Writer: James C. Wolf

Cast: Anson Mount, Anthony Hopkins, Abbie Cornish, Eddie Marsan, & David Morse


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As we watch him execute his target at the beginning of the largely lifeless “The Virtuoso,” Anson Mount's unnamed hitman regales us with tongue-twister levels of alliteration. In his clunky voice-over narration, Mount describes the tricks of his trade. This means that for professional killers hoping for pristine, precise hits, it’s of paramount procedure to follow the protocols of planning and position in order to persevere. I'm paraphrasing, of course, but as Mount punches those alliterative words with purpose – undoubtedly trying to make sense of it all – it's hard not to feel like you're getting hit in the face by the “P” key of an old-fashioned typewriter for how often they're used.

Following up one surgically precise assassination with a rushed hit that goes wrong almost as soon as it starts, writer James C. Wolf's “Virtuoso” screenplay loosens up after that. Abandoning the emphasis on “P,” as though one consequence of the botched job was to cause the pages of Wolf's thesaurus to become unstuck, we watch as our virtuoso killer is lured away from his rustic, self-imposed isolation in the woods by his trusted employer (a game yet wasted Anthony Hopkins).

Making a horrifying meal out of a matter-of-fact monologue about the time his character was ordered to slaughter men, women, and children in Vietnam, Hopkins proves why he and he alone is the film's true virtuoso. Dropping in like a veritable hired gun for a few scenes before he presumably goes off to work on grander fare like “The Father,” Hopkins is easily the best thing in this self-important mess of a B-movie.

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Sending Mount on a cryptic assignment where the quarry is given a code name like he's The Riddler in a Batman movie, our virtuoso ventures to a country town in the middle of nowhere. After a chance run-in with a few suspicious strangers at a gas station, he suddenly finds himself in a diner full of shady figures he's supposed to covertly assess as potential targets. Forgetting his lofty voice-over protocols of planning and precision, illogically, Mount just starts running the code name past people, quickly becoming the most conspicuous man in town.

One of those films with classic or neo-noir ambitions that at times you think might've been attempting to strive for “Key Largo” or even “Identity” like atmosphere and tension with its ensemble cast of characters in a small setting, the most surprising thing about director Nick Stagliano's muted, muddied “Virtuoso” is just how unsurprising it is from start to finish.

Almost as soon as one particular stranger is introduced, genre conventions tell you precisely where this thing is headed and like its hitman (well, in the first hit anyway) it doesn't deviate from its plan. Saddled with wooden dialogue and zero chemistry between the leads, “The Virtuoso” spends the rest of its 110 minute running time trying to make you believe another twist is coming. Sadly, it doesn't take long to realize that, despite the film's allusions to the contrary, Mount's visibly bored main character is many things but a virtuoso is not one of them.

Hoping to stack the deck, the movie is loaded with terrific character actors like the aforementioned Hopkins as well as Abbie Cornish, Eddie Marsan, and David Morse, some of whom appear for only the briefest of scenes to hopefully follow Hopkins' lead to show up, do the work, collect the paycheck, and get the hell out.

Still, whether it's with its talented cast, the film's few bursts of violence, or its near-bookended, gratuitously clinical depictions of nudity/sex which only call attention to themselves, no matter how hard “The Virtuoso” tries to command our attention, it's impossible to camouflage just how dull it is overall.

Bowing into theaters in some markets (including Phoenix) only five days after Hopkins garnered his second Oscar and four days before it bows onto DVD and Blu-ray, since curiosity over Hopkins' involvement is sure to drive some people to see this on the big screen, the timing of the film couldn't be better. Reinforcing Mount's words about the importance of his many professional “P”'s, what “The Virtuoso” lacks in pristine precision, its marketing team more than makes up for with their plan to persevere with a little help from gold.


The Mitchells vs. The Machines – Movie Review

Directed and written by: Michael Rianda and Jeff Rowe

Starring: Danny McBride, Maya Rudolph, Olivia Colman, Abbi Jacobson, John Legend, Chrissy Teigen, Fred Armisen, Conan O’Brien

Runtime: 101 minutes


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‘The Mitchells vs. The Machines’ is a zany and sincere mash-up

“Mitchells have always been weird, and that’s what makes us great!” – Rick Mitchell (Danny McBride)

Directors/writers Michael Rianda and Jeff Rowe’s animated feature – about an everyday family taking a cross-country road trip and running into a machine apocalypse – is a weird mash-up of ideas, and it’s pretty great.

Yes, you heard correctly: a machine apocalypse.

On the surface, this flick is “The Terminator” (1984) meets “National Lampoon’s Vacation” (1983). Just pretend that Skynet becomes self-aware and abruptly disrupts the Griswolds’ Wally World vacation.

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In this case, Rick – the affable but sometimes emotionally klutzy patriarch - desperately wants to reconnect with his teenage daughter (Abbi Jacobson). He then convinces his wife, two kids, and dog to hop on Interstate 131 West in their 1993 burnt-orange station wagon and drive Katie (Jacobson) to college.

Hey, dropping off Katie at the airport was the original plan, but then we wouldn’t have a movie. Well, somewhere west of The Gateway Arch and east of Los Angeles, technology goes awry. Rather than cope with car ride antics, back-seat arguments, and side attractions (like a 7-hour mule tour), the Mitchells and the rest of the planet face an overwhelming robot army, one bound and determined to round up every human and send them on a one-way journey to Not On Earth Any Longer.

It’s up to the Mitchells – Rick, Linda (Maya Rudolph), Katie, Katie’s pre-teen brother Aaron (Michael Rianda), and their dog Monchi – to save humanity. They’re sort of like the Incredibles, but minus superpowers. They do, however, possess quirky traits, and that includes Monchi, a congenial pug with a chronic case of Strabismus. Also, Rick resembles Bob Parr (a.k.a. Mr. Incredible), but his less fit first cousin.

Anyway, they miraculously pose as a match for PAL (Olivia Colman), a twisted, rogue A.I. version of Alexa and her relentless metallic/silicon militia.

It’s a zany PG-rated flick that households of all ages can enjoy, although mom and dad might feel a bit dizzy because of the rapid-fire visuals and kinetic pacing.

Rianda and Rowe helped write the Disney cartoon series “Gravity Falls” (2012 -2016), but this is their first directorial effort, which is a massive undertaking. This pair did recruit plenty of help and turn to the “The Mitchells vs. The Machines” IMDb page for the lengthy list of art, sound, and visual department collaborators. The teams’ and directors’ efforts indeed burst with an imaginative, ingenious potpourri.

In an April 26 interview with Inbtwn Animation Fest, Rianda explains his excitement with the on-screen possibilities.

“We have an animated movie. We could do everything,” and Rianda adds, “We really wanted to bring a stew of our influences. I wanted to bring the chaotic energy of Warner Bros. cartoons, and these Hal Ashby movies that are more grounded, mixed with “2001” (1968), “Enter the Void” (2009), and these crazy, more adult movies for the robot-side of things.”

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Rianda’s right. He and Rowe cooked their cinematic concoction with seemingly 100,000 ingredients that vary from bold, wide-shot end-of-the-world imagery, slapstick sitcom humor, and famous and infamous pop culture references. Their film doesn’t have nearly as many nods to other movies or television shows as the Lego movies do, but “The Mitchells vs. The Machines” has its broad influences, including “Battlestar Galactica” (1978-1979, 2004-2009), “Maximum Overdrive” (1986), and “Kill Bill” (2003).

Add “Me and Earl and the Dying Girl” (2015) to the mix as well, because Katie dreams of attending the California College of Film and has been making small parody films – like “Dial ‘B’ for Burger” – for years.

Even with all the purposeful on-screen madness, at its core, this adventure centers around personal family connections, repairing and strengthening them. The narrative directly addresses the emotional strain – from both parents and children - of kids growing up.

Sure, it’s a familiar theme, but Rianda and Rowe put a lot of thought into establishing the Mitchells as meaningful characters during the generous 15-minute introduction to this likable, eccentric clan. The one possible exception is Linda because she fills a ho-hum, traditional-mom peacekeeper role, but the film’s third act makes up for any generalization slights in the beginning.

Geez, what do Rianda and Rowe do for a second act? They set the bar pretty high, but I recommend that they include the Mitchells in their next film. Yes, this family is weird and great, and for the record, their surname rocks.

Jeff’s ranking

3.5/4 stars


Mortal Kombat - Movie Review

Dir: Simon McQuoid

Starring: Lewis Tan, Jessica McNamee, Josh Lawson, Joe Taslim, Mehcad Brooks, Tadanobu Asano, Hiroyuki Sanada, Ludi Lin, and Chin Han

1h 50m

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Once upon a time, there were these places called "arcades". You could play on stand-up consoles with built-in joysticks and buttons; gamers would place their quarters in a row on the screen waiting for their chance to play the winner of the latest fighting game to enter the arcade.

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In 1992 a new game entered the arcade, a violent fighting game with digitized blood and an array of amusing combatants called Mortal Kombat. It would revolutionize the fighting game possibilities for its unique fight style and, most controversially, its ability to do customized "fatalities" on defeated characters. 



Mortal Kombat spawned 18 different games, two motion pictures made in the 1990s, and a few animated and television spinoffs. Director Simon McQuoid takes the task of revamping this iconic popular culture mainstay with a film version that barely offers a narrative to be invested in and is more concerned about cool fights, bloody fatalities, and simplistic fan service.

For centuries a battle has taken place to determine the fate of Earth, a deadly confrontation between Earthrealm's finest protectors and an area known as Outworld's most lethal invaders. Cole Young (Lewis Tan) is an MMA fighter for hire and, unknowingly, a descendant of a great ninja named Hanzo Hasashi (Hiroyuki Sanada). Cole and his family are pursued by a powerful assassin named Sub-Zero, a nemesis who can conjure ice. Born with a strange dragon marking on his chest, Cole seeks out Sonja Blade (Jessica McNamee), who has answers about his heritage and the upcoming battle against Outworld's Emperor Shang Tsung (Chin Han).


Mortal Kombat starts as a deceptive origin story, initially backdropped with a theme of family and tradition that transitions into violence and vengeance. The beautiful forestry landscape and deliberate pathos of the introduction will make you think you are watching a Zhang Yimou historical epic or a Zatoichi blind swordsman film. However, this all disappears for a story that is primarily concerned with sensation over substance, the thrill of button mashing an arcade game for three minutes, and hearing things like "flawless victory" or "Kano wins." 


Still, for fans of the video game, the joy of seeing the background stories, specifically for two of the most beloved characters from the game, is such a welcome surprise. This specific background story helps establish the journey of discovery for the new to the mythology lead character Cole. 

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Actor Lewis Tan has a pleasant screen presence. His character Cole is a reluctant hero, forced into action because of a family lineage and heritage. Cole's story is as much narrative and character development as Mortal Kombat provides to any of the lead characters marching towards the great tournament for Earthrealm. 

A few characters arrive to add amusement to the journey. Josh Lawson plays the hot-headed, laser-eyed bad guy Kano with pure glee, his one-liners and snarky remarks are the only bits of humor in this serious adaptation. Jessica McNamee and Mehcad Brooks join the hero squad playing the military team of Sonja Blade and Jax, who are slowly uncovering the mystery of the long-standing Kombat. They aren't given much to develop. Many of the supporting characters show up with a name introduction and immediately jump into a fighting stance. Still, their personalities are provided the care game fans will appreciate. The characters are fashioned in service to the gameplay experience, from signature moves to fatalities pulled from all the different games. It helps keep the film focused on fun and fast-moving action but creates a dull satisfaction for the story that runs out of steam well before the film's climax.

Mortal Kombat is more watchable than the 1995 version of the film ever was, providing game fans with the kind of fun experienced while trying to remember the button combinations for fatalities for this game. While the story is serviceable in the most fundamental ways and the characters compose as much depth as the original 2-dimensional game composition, many are simply coming for the spectacle and nostalgia of seeing this iconic game brought to movie life again. Mortal Kombat achieves this simple feat. 

Monte's Rating

3.00 out of 5.00


Celebrate Al Pacino’s birthday with This Triple Feature

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On April 25, acting legend Alfredo James “Al” Pacino turns 81 years young, and with dozens of films and nine Oscar nominations (and one win for “Scent of a Woman” (1992)) on his resume, this Manhattan native has plenty of fabulous and celebrated movies to watch on his birthday.  My personal favorite Pacino performance is his masterful turn as Carlito Brigante – a career criminal trying to go straight - in Brian De Palma’s “Carlito’s Way” (1993), but let’s look at three other films.  This cinematic trio might not reside on the first page of Pacino’s catalog, but his work and these movies are proud events in Al’s glorious 52-year big-screen career. 




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Scarecrow (1973)

Pacino starred in five movies from 1972 through 1975, and The Academy nominated him for four Oscars for his Herculean efforts in “The Godfather” (1972), “Serpico” (1973), “The Godfather: Part II” (1974), and “Dog Day Afternoon” (1975).  Well, his fifth film during this petite period of grand honors - a road trip picture named “Scarecrow” - didn’t win Oscar gold, but it did take home Cannes’ 1973 Palme d’Or.  

Well, the two lead characters in director Jerry Schatzberg’s award-winning flick haven’t won anything in their lives, but Max (Gene Hackman) and Lionel (Pacino) – drifters by “trade” –connected via a pseudo-happy accident while hitchhiking east.  These dysfunctional opposites did attract, and Max, a cantankerous ex-con, recruits the boyish, happy-go-lucky Lionel for a business proposition.  Our recently-freed jailbird has an implausible dream of opening a car wash in Pittsburgh, which is an awfully long ways from their current position in Bakersfield, Calif.  

For most of the 112-minute runtime, Schatzberg places this 1970s Mutt and Jeff team in the middle of nowhere – without another visible soul for miles - or into working-class neighborhoods, where verbal or physical assaults solve random disputes.  Max calls himself “the meanest son of a bitch alive,” and who could argue with his imposing 6’ 2” frame and short fuse.  Thankfully, Lionel – a Navy vet whose first name is actually Francis – is a full-time pacifist goofball, a court jester who attempts to diffuse any hint of conflict with weird faces or a Three Stooges routine.  Hackman and Pacino hook our interest with the makeshift entrepreneurs’ everyday dynamics because their protracted pace on their prolonged Promise-Land path promotes profound uncertainties.  

Can they get past Denver, let alone Lionel’s vitally important stop in Detroit before their eventual landing in the Steel City?  Max’s combustible persona might blow up their plans before crossing The Great Divide.  Well, geographically speaking, “Scarecrow” is an American story, but it’s also a demonstrative one, a tale filled with hard knocks, the freedom to make questionable choices, and an unlikely friendship.  





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Sea of Love (1989)

New York City Police Detective Frank Keller (Pacino) reaches 20 years on the force, and his colleagues start whispering, “Retirement.”  Hey, let’s face it, no one murmurs in NYC, so yes, he hears their calls.  Walking away with his pension has its appeals, but Frank’s a homicide detective through and through.  He has no plans to open a B&B in Clearwater Beach because solving murder cases is his life’s work, and he’ll have to roll up his sleeves for this puzzling new one.

In director Harold Becker’s whodunit, someone forces a Manhattan man to lay face down on a bed and then shoots him in the back of the head while Phil Phillips’ “Sea of Love” (1959) 45 record plays on a repeat loop.  No, that’s not the best way to fondly “remember when we met.”  

When a similar shooting occurs across town, Queens Det. Sherman (John Goodman) joins Keller to find their suspect, and they discover that both victims put ads in “NY Weekly Magazine” for blind dates.  Hey, this was 1989.  Match.com and eHarmony.com weren’t invented yet.  Anyway, Sherman and Keller decide to place a fake advertisement in the same paper to lure this femme fatale out in the open.  When an alluring lady, Helen Cruger (Ellen Barkin), arrives with a red leather jacket and plenty of attitude, they may have found their killer, but Frank – still trying to get over his ex-wife – starts dating her.  

Oh, walk away, Frank!    

“Sea of Love” arrived in theatres two years after “Fatal Attraction” (1987), so the threat of a murderous blonde girlfriend feels a little familiar, but Pacino and Barkin sell this anxious relationship.  Barkin’s Helen seems dangerous in the dead of night and broad daylight.  Still, she has emotional and physical holds on Frank, and his attraction to - and fear of - the flame easily translates from the screen to theatres and living rooms everywhere.  Should Frank propose or call for backup?  It’s a great question because let’s not forget why Frank and Helen met.  

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Insomnia (2002)

Christopher Nolan has directed some of the 21st century’s most celebrated big-budget blockbusters.  Which one do you prefer?  “The Dark Knight” (2008), “Inception” (2010), “Interstellar” (2014), or “Dunkirk” (2017) might be your first choice, but one of my favorites is his guarded, tightly-wound psychological thriller set in the tiny village of Nightmute within the nation’s biggest state.  In “Insomnia”, the local police chief calls up Los Angeles detectives Hap Eckhart (Martin Donovan) and Will Dormer (Pacino) to help crack a disturbing murder investigation.  Dormer enjoys a great deal of fame in law enforcement circles for his no-nonsense approach and impeccable record, and a local upstart officer, Ellie Burr (Hilary Swank), thinks a rock star just arrived in her small seaside town.    

Well, Dormer doesn’t even finish “his first set” when he already lays a trap for the murderer, but this crystal clear case suddenly becomes desperately foggy – literally and figuratively – during the pursuit.  Nolan’s “Insomnia” is a most worthy remake of director Erik Skjoldbjaerg’s 1997 movie – starring Stellan Skarsgard – and both films feature a critical character native to the Alaskan and Norwegian summers:  24 hours of daylight.  The constant sun hampers Dormer’s sleep, and when the case doesn’t fall into open-and-shut crime-solving spaces, his head is soon filled with paranoia, doubt, and worse.  Slumber is impossible, and his judgment becomes increasingly dubious.  This is new territory for Will, and as Nolan’s narrative slowly sides down a slippery slope, our lead feels the earth swallow him up.  

Think of Pacino’s bold, confident Lt. Vincent Hanna from Michael Mann’s “Heat” (1995) falling into brutally compromising quandaries and suffering massive emotional and physical tolls as a result, and that’s Dormer.  Pacino delivers a gut-wrenching performance, and Robin Williams is equally convincing as an unexpected villain, although that same year, he also played a troubled antagonist in “One Hour Photo”, so he took quite a departure from “Mrs. Doubtfire” (1993) in 2002.  Complete with a gorgeous backdrop of our 49th state, this twisted morality tale is one of Nolan’s best efforts and Pacino’s too.  

The Year Earth Changed – Movie Review

Directed by:  Tom Beard

Narrated by:  David Attenborough  

Runtime:  48 minutes

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 ‘The Year Earth Changed’ offers a silver lining to our cloudy year

“As we stop, remarkable things happen in the natural world.”  - David Attenborough

COVID-19 has taken 3 million lives and disrupted almost 8 billion, and many of us have sheltered in place over the past year-plus.  It’s been a brutal time for the human race, and – countless times - I’ve said to myself and out loud, “Good riddance, 2020.”

I assume that I’m not alone.

With so much death and disruption, it’s challenging to find pandemic positives within our emotional spaces, especially when a typical week’s highlight is a single, solitary trip to the supermarket; if one can afford groceries, that is.

Thankfully, director Tom Beard and narrator David Attenborough offer a reprieve from our doldrums, an encouraging silver lining peeking out from the mental and physical-health storms.  Their inspiring documentary “The Year Earth Changed” might have a slender 48-minute runtime, but its vast, soaring message will sit with you long after the end credits.

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The film’s premise is our reality: human beings – by and large – have stopped commuting to work, flying to getaway destinations, and hopping in cars and trains to visit close friends and grandkids, but Mother Nature has responded in promising ways.  Beard and his team crisscrossed the globe, interviewed scientists, and found hopeful stories on land, sea, and air where our environment and the animal kingdom have made slight comebacks.  Without crowded roadways and skies, air pollution dissipates.  Dramatically less ship traffic offers quieter oceans for whales and dolphins.  Sparser beaches and land-locked acreage allow our four-legged friends to roam and socialize.

For environmentally-conscious individuals – including this critic - who shed tears at the news of dwindling elephant populations, polluted oceans, and increased carbon emissions, this little documentary with bold outcomes will brighten your day...and year.  For example, 2020 saw the atmosphere’s greatest drop in carbon dioxide in modern, industrial history.  Sure, it makes logical sense, but it’s awfully reassuring when Attenborough states it.

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This 94-years-young, well-traveled Brit earned a colossal, lengthy resume of writing, producing, narrating, and directing television programs and films about our planet.  He’s our guide to six continents, and Beard’s cameras capture individual, diverse slices of tree-hugging joy.  After experiencing “The Year Earth Changed”, I would love to share many specifics, but it’s better to absorb them while watching the doc.  Let’s just say that animal and marine mamas and their babies are connecting more easily and growing closer with fewer people roaming around, and that’s one example of the planet’s upbeat springs in its step.

Still, this current interlude of nature’s progress doesn’t translate to a complete ecological turnaround.  It doesn’t, and not by a long shot.  Beard’s film calls out small strides, but they could be short-lived.  Once I, you, and everyone else we know return to our traveling, consuming selves, Earth’s ecosystem will fall back into desperate territory.  On the other hand, “The Year Earth Changed” may help inspire us to transform our daily routines for years, decades, and centuries to come.  Maybe.  One can hope, because as downright cruel as last year was, it also sent a motivating wake-up call.  On a personal note, I'd love to work from home for the rest of my days.

("The Year Earth Changed" is streaming on Apple TV+)

Jeff’s ranking

3/4 stars

Voyagers - Movie Review

Dir: Neil Burger

Starring: Colin Farrell, Tye Sheridan, Lily-Rose Depp, Fionn Whitehead, and Chanté Adams

1h 48m

PG-13

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Writer/director Neil Burger takes William Golding's seminal novel, Lord of the Flies, and reframes it on a spaceship on an interplanetary mission to save humanity in Voyagers. Instead of an abandoned island, the drama shifts to deep space isolation inside a technologically advanced life vessel slowly hurtling towards new horizons. The idea is ripe for exploration, but Voyagers often relies on familiar archetypes and generic solutions to define its path.

Earth is becoming uninhabitable, and a group of scientifically bred children is the only hope for humanity. On a spaceship capable of sustaining life for an 86-year voyage, the mission consists of a mix of young men and women who have roles and responsibilities to keep the mission alive. To maintain a docile harmony between the young people living in the secluded craft, they are chemically altered with a drink known as "blue." The beverage keeps the typically hormonal teens from becoming too preoccupied with complicated feelings or impulses that would jeopardize the mission.

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Christopher (Tye Sheridan) and Zac (Fionn Whitehead) are the first to discover that "blue" is a drug to control their urges and suppress their maturing hormones. The ship's captain, Richard (Colin Farrell), the father-figure on board the vessel who has been with the mission since the children were born, is the only crew member who understands the delicate nature of blossoming emotions for these young people. Christopher and Zac, wanting to "feel" everything, are the first to stop drinking "blue." They slowly begin to feel sensations they have never felt before, the surge of testosterone that finds them competitively racing down the ship's long corridors and wrestling aggressively in front of their bemused fellow crew members. These feelings grow more robust, rule-breaking, sexual frustrations, and violence begin to take hold.

Voyagers' beginning introduces fascinating ideas about human nature's struggles, the urges, temptations, and needs that compose many of life's moral challenges. These questions and insights are slighted for much broader, more familiar strokes of narrative conflict. Burger's drama focuses on the power struggle between Christopher and Zac, and because these characters aren't complex individuals, the result only composes surface-level suspense and rudimentary thrills.

Sheridan and Whitehead do the best they can with the characters they are provided. Lily-Rose Depp is a strong presence who deserves more character-building than simply fueling the conflict between the two male leads. Farrell isn't offered much time to shine aside from a few video diary entries that propose the interesting narrative elements not explored.

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Voyagers may not have the story to sustain engagement from start to finish. Still, the technical design is visually striking and keeps attention connected to the action happening within the frame. The production design makes a maze out of the spaceship's interior, with long corridors and hidden rooms assisting the tension when the chase eventually happens. Director of photography, Enrique Chediak, does a good job of using the spaceship to the highest benefit of the rising conflict. As attitudes grow more aggressive and ambitions turn dangerous between the crew, the spacecraft seems to grow more claustrophobic. Chediak compliments the story's themes, helping to keep the action engaging and attractive even when the narrative runs out of steam.

Voyagers has an engaging story hiding between the scenes that compose this film. While the movie maintains a decent pace from start to finish, this familiar tale's journey rarely explores the intriguing themes within this Lord of the Flies inspired space story.

Monte's Rating

2.25 out of 5.00


Thunder Force – Movie Review

Directed and Written by:  Ben Falcone

Starring:  Melissa McCarthy, Octavia Spencer, Jason Bateman, Pom Klementieff, and Bobby Cannavale

Runtime:  99 minutes

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 ‘Thunder Force’ doesn’t push the cinematic needle



Marvel Studios made 20 feature films that eventually led to directors Anthony and Joe Russo’s beyond-massive two-movie epic, “Avengers: Infinity War” (2018) and “Avengers: Endgame” (2019) with a combined 5 ½ hours of screen time.  The cosmic storyline needed every single one of those 330 minutes because Thanos (Josh Brolin) – the chief antagonist - wiped out half of the universe’s population, and The Avengers attempted to bring trillions of living creatures back from oblivion.  

Talk about big stakes!  

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Well, “Thunder Force” is a superhero comedy set in Chicago, as two best friends (Melissa McCarthy and Octavia Spencer) reunite and become superheroes to fight a local mob boss.  Writer/director Ben Falcone – who is McCarthy’s husband – isn’t reaching for the stars here, but that’s not the point.  Instead, he hands Melissa a golden opportunity to weave her self-deprecating humor into a character with Superman-like strength, and the results are admittedly laugh-out-loud funny at times.  


(Note that Octavia has a very different power that will not be revealed in this review.)


Regrettably, “Thunder Force” – which is Lydia Berman (McCarthy) and Emily Stanton’s (Spencer) two-women team name – has a razor-thin plot that falls into predictable spaces around – of all things - a mayoral race.  It’s an idea with all the emotional gravitas of refilling an empty stapler or purchasing paper towels.  

(Although, a year ago, the latter became an unexpected Olympic sport in grocery stores everywhere, but let’s not digress.) 

This film’s opening, however, offers some promise:  “In March of 1983, a massive pulse of interstellar cosmic rays struck Earth and its population.  These cosmic rays triggered a genetic transformation in a select few, unleashing unimaginable superpowers.  Unfortunately, these superpowers were only unlocked in rare individuals who were genetically predisposed to be sociopaths.  These new superhumans came to be known as miscreants.” 


Hey, it sounds like “The Fantastic Four” (1994, 2015) meets “X-Men” (2000) and “Suicide Squad” (2016).  


We meet Emily in 1988, and life serves her a tragedy in a flash.  A miscreant kills her parents, and she – a straight-A student - vows to continue her mom and dad’s work to unlock superhero skills in ordinary people.  The script burns calories for seven minutes during Lydia and Emily’s childhood, which feels almost as unnecessary as a similar plot device in the dreadful “The Fantastic Four” (2015), where a young Reed Richards and Ben Grimm were BFFs before becoming Mr. Fantastic and The Thing, respectively, as adults.  


However, Mia Kaplan and Ben and Melissa’s daughter Vivian Falcone are perfect kid-doppelgangers for McCarthy, so that’s pretty darn cool!  


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Fast-forward to the present, and Emily unlocks the secrets to out-of-this-world abilities for Lydia and herself.  Rather than save the planet from miscreants, this dynamic duo set their sights on one particular baddie named Laser (Pom Klementieff), who shoots lightning out of her hands and is happily burning up anyone or anything in The Windy City.  Well, they also run into another one, The Crab (Jason Bateman), who looks like you or me, except he sports orange claws for arms, and before you ask, “Does he butter them up?”, Lydia does in a bizarre daydream sequence borrowed from “The Shape of Water” (2017).  

From there, the film devolves into every “The A-Team”, “Magnum, P.I.”, or choose your ‘80s action/crime drama episode that you’ve ever seen, which may explain why it includes multiple music references from the period, like Van Halen, Slayer, and Glenn Frey’s “The Smuggler’s Blues” and “You Belong to the City”.  

McCarthy dove into a similar ordinary-lady-becomes-a-superstar film in “Spy” (2015), Paul Feig’s riotously hilarious and complex action flick, where she plays an office dweller CIA agent who finally gets her chance in the field.  Rose Byrne, Jason Statham, Allison Janney, and Jude Law came out to play with McCarthy in an effective comedy that almost feels as notable as any James Bond movie. 

However, “Thunder Force” dials down – story-wise – into neighborhood politics and a limited set of villains (like “Deadpool” (2016)) despite its global promises during the opening scene.  Still, this movie is no “Deadpool”.  Instead, it feels like “Spies Like Us” (1985), where Dan Aykroyd and Chevy Chase train to become international spies, and if you’ve ever seen this John Landis picture, you’ll know that the very best moments are during the first act’s training sessions.  

Well, “Thunder Force” is available on Netflix, and if you have the service, check out Lydia and Emily’s superhero prep.  It’s a blast - where McCarthy pulls a truck, heaves a 170-pound sphere like a champ, and much more – for about 25 minutes during the film’s first half.  The rest seems optional, and use your remote, if needed.  

Jeff’s ranking

1.5/4 stars

The Truffle Hunters – Movie Review

Directed and Written by:  Michael Dweck and Gregory Kershaw

Runtime:  77 minutes


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Seek out ‘The Truffle Hunters’

Have you ever hunted for truffles?  It’s not that difficult.  Over the weekend, I strolled down a Trader Joe’s aisle and reached for a box of 16 Belgian truffles - an assortment of dark, milk, and white chocolates - sitting on an ordinary shelf about five feet off the ground.  The 7.05-ounce package cost about six dollars and was draped in decorative green and white wrapping paper because purchasing and devouring such a delicacy denotes a celebratory event, right?  Finding this particular sugary luxury burned about 10 seconds of my day, and I drove home with the coveted prize and several bags of groceries too.  


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Besides my grocery store item’s moniker, the aforementioned shopping experience has zero connection to directors Michael Dweck and Gregory Kershaw’s “The Truffle Hunters”, an oddball, minimalist documentary, one set a half-a-world away in the picturesque, rolling hills of Piedmont, Italy.  A place that may have the broad contours of Tuscany, but – weather-wise – it feels like Upstate New York or British Columbia.  Dweck, Kershaw, and their crew slog and trek through steep gradients, muddy roads, and leaf-littered forest floors with four local guides.  One fella is roughly 50 years old, while the others are in their 70s or 80s, as we are witnesses to their livelihoods and lifestyles.  

They are truffle hunters.

Dweck and Kershaw don’t formally introduce these men, and their names don’t appear in block lettering at the bottom of the screen, except for Carlo’s, but that’s only due to random conversations through subtitles.  Otherwise, they are anonymous chaps.  In fact, you’ll become familiar with their dogs’ names – like Fiona, Birba, Titina, Pepe, and more – before this doc reveals theirs.  

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For about two-thirds of the film, the directors plop their cameras – anywhere from 5 to 20 meters from their subjects - and leave the lenses stationary in nature or at the huntsmens’ backyards or kitchens.  More specifically, these scenes are eye-level long shots, where our directors – seemingly – wish to capture our new gray-haired “amici” in their natural environments. 

We observe from a distance, like in a Roy Andersson film (“A Pigeon Sat on a Branch Reflecting on Existence” (2014), “About Endlessness” (2019)). 

The doc chronicles this rare group of trackers during their current life stories over a few weeks or months, and just about every on-screen moment treads at a casual pace.  One hunter is retired.  The youngest one is serving at the peak of his powers, and the other two keep plugging away, albeit with slow strides. Three are bachelors, but Carlo, 87, is married.  His wife is pseudo-supportive but is dead-set against him hunting at night.  It’s too dangerous.  Still, Carlo insists on sneaking out in the evenings to search for the out-of-the-way nuggets, and hey, he enjoys that the resident owls provide some company. 

What is truffle hunting exactly?  

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The gents – along with their trusty pooches - search for truffles, a type of fungus buried in the earth, like unmarked treasure chests all over the region.  The sacred substances look like mustard yellow clumps of Play-Doh, and to the untrained eye, they have no apparent real value unless one wanted to construct small clay molds of Homer Simpson or Sesame Street’s Bert.  That would be false, as these unremarkable masses can ring in thousands of Euros per kilo, and our elderly heroes know where many of the cherished X’s reside.  


“The Truffle Hunters” drops us into this world of tradition and trade, and Dweck and Kershaw don’t explain anything at all.  Any learnings are absorbed through osmosis and observation as we try to play catch-up.  The guys – and at least two are Octogenarians - have all the answers but aren’t willing to hand over the Cliff Notes.  

More importantly, the movie provides a cinematic Montessori-like lesson by frequently filming the four men during their downtimes too.  Dweck and Kershaw include several scenes with salespeople, brokers, and movers and shakers who bring the product to market.  The economics will surprise you! 

So, sit back and enjoy this 77-minute educational experience and gratifying indulgence.  Afterward, look up  George Petras’ Mar. 16, 2019 “USA Today” article titled “Why are truffles so darned expensive?”  This wonderfully informative news story will capably respond to many of your questions from this eccentric on-screen wonder because if you’re like me, you’ll have them.    



Jeff’s ranking

3.5/4 stars


Godzilla vs. Kong - Movie Review

Dir: Adam Wingard

Starring: Alexander Skarsgård, Millie Bobby Brown, Rebecca Hall, Brian Tyree Henry, Julian Dennison, Kyle Chandler, Demián Bichir, Kaylee Hottle, and Shun Oguri

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As I turned the lights down in my living room, dumped the microwave popcorn into a large bowl, positioned myself on my comfy couch, and asked my two kids, "Who you got? Godzilla or Kong?" I was reminded of the monster movie Saturday nights with my family as a kid. These "creature feature" royal rumbles, seen mainly on Arizona's KPHO-TV5's The World Beyond, shaped and molded my love for movies at a young age. I could see the youthful excitement in my kids' attitudes as they clamored for words to explain why one chose Kong and the other chose Godzilla as their heavyweight selection. 


Godzilla vs. Kong is the fourth film in the MonsterVerse, a world of giant monsters that concludes the trio of films, Godzilla (2014), Kong: Skull Island (2017), and Godzilla: King of the Monsters (2019). These films established the mythology and adjoining story arcs that lead to the climactic battle of cinema's two iconic Titans. 


Director Adam Wingard, who started in the horror genre with films like Pop Skull (2009), You're Next (2011), and Blair Witch (2016), does everything you should do with a giant monster movie. It places the monsters on full display and lets them rip apart every inch of the silver screen battlefield. Godzilla vs. Kong doesn't waste time with the human drama or character development; the other films in the series have already done that part. Instead, it delivers on the pure visceral spectacle of watching two giant monsters fight and destroy everything around them. 

The film opens with Kong waking up from slumber; Bobby Vinton's Over the Mountain, Across the Sea plays while Kong stretches, scratches, and washes his face in a waterfall. But this scenic locale isn't home for Kong. Instead, it's a giant technologically advanced cage developed to contain the giant ape. On the other side of the globe, an enraged Godzilla has awakened. No one knows why the Kaiju, a former ally to humanity, has destroyed a facility owned by a cybernetics corporation called Apex. But Godzilla is on a rampage, and Kong becomes the only hope for humanity. This takes Kong and his team, including a deaf girl named Jia (Kaylee Hottle), with who Kong has a unique bond, on a mission to the center of the earth for answers. 

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What makes Godzilla vs. Kong work so well is its simple emphasis on keeping the monsters in focus, front and center, as the accompanying story revolves around the two title characters' actions. In the past films that compose the MonsterVerse, the human elements seemed to take precedent over the monster carnage, leading to unnecessary character drama viewed in front of giant monster fights. Godzilla vs. Kong rightfully never allows the humans too much time to control the situation. Instead, they run underneath the Titans' footsteps while the framing keeps the creatures in a clear, controlled perspective. 

Adam Wingard does an exceptional job composing the action throughout the film, allowing for moments pulled from a heavyweight boxing match or the motions written for a WrestleMania main event. It's beautiful both in its frenzied digital demolition, big explosions and crumbling debris fill the frame, and the creation of the two beasts' textured and expressive look, the motion of Godzilla moving through the water or Kong’s easy sway across buildings and trees is delicate and destructive. Kong's eyes alone tell enough story to keep everything moving forward, without any words or descriptions from the humans. 

Wingard's best human character move in the film is the relationship between Kong and Jia. Their wordless communication is lovely. Jia's simplicity of words, communicated through sign language, is more than enough material to build an entire story that connects the dots of why these monsters are fighting. 

Great actors like Alexander Skarsgård, who plays a scientist with an personal understanding of Hollow Earth Theory, and Rebecca Hall, the closest expert to understanding Kong, join to offer silly science explanations of why everything is happening. However, the story has the most fun when the young people get to lead the adventure. Millie Bobby Brown returns to unravel more of Godzilla's mysteries with the help of a computer-savvy sidekick (Julian Dennison) and a paranoid podcasting conspiracy theorist (Brian Tyree Henry). The banter between this team of unlikely characters works well even when their adventure takes some pointless twists and turn.

Godzilla vs. Kong clearly understands the goal it is trying to accomplish, pack as much bone-crunching, city-destroying, tail-whipping, fist-thumping action into every scene as possible. Adam Wingard and the team achieve this goal, crafting the best creature feature in the MonsterVerse. 

Monte's Rating

3.75 out of 5.00


French Exit – Movie Review

Directed by:  Azazel Jacobs

Written by:  Patrick deWitt

Starring:  Michelle Pfeiffer, Lucas Hedges, Valerie Mahaffey, Susan Coyne, Isaach De Bankole, Imogen Poots, and Danielle Macdonald

Runtime:  106 minutes

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‘French Exit’ loses its way

Frances Price (Michelle Pfeiffer), a New York socialite, isn’t feeling very sociable these days.  She’s depressed, frustrated, and broke.

Well, not completely broke.  Frances sells off her jewelry and art to collect a tidy sum of cash.  It’s not enough to live on, but Frances and her son Malcolm (Lucas Hedges) won’t go hungry next week.

Next year?  That’s a different story.

You see, her late husband’s estate has become insolvent, and she has nowhere to live.  Frances isn’t the type to ask for help, but her friend Joan (Susan Coyne) offers her Paris apartment as a retreat.  Before you can say “Eiffel Tower”, Frances, her black cat, and Malcolm travel by cruise ship across the Atlantic Ocean.  

During a VIP dinner, the captain (Bruce Dinsmore) leans into a conversation with Frances and says, “I understand you’re moving to Paris.  Are you very excited?”

“I suppose I should be,”  she replies.

I should be excited about “French Exit”!  Director Azazel Jacobs' (“Terri” (2011), “The Lovers” (2017)) droll comedy stars one of the world’s most recognizable actresses.  It’s set in my favorite city, and one of the key characters is a cat.  Hey, I’ve been volunteering at a no-kill cat and dog shelter for nine years, and if the opportunity arises, I’ll talk about my two-year-old Torbie for an hour.   This looks like my movie.

Unfortunately, I cannot recommend this film.

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Well, If you decide to catch this flick, my sincere hope is that you grab a coffee - and a croissant or two - and enjoy it.

Indeed, this movie – based on screenwriter Patrick deWitt’s 2018 novel – is aptly named.  Due to financial realities depriving Frances of her creature comforts, she leaves The City that Never Sleeps for The City of Lights.  This story, however, is far from bright and cheery.  Similar to Noah Baumbach’s “The Squid and the Whale” (2005) and “Greenberg” (2010), Jacobs' film swims in downbeat and sarcastic tones.

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Frances had a loveless marriage with Franklin (Tracy Letts) and refers to him as an emotional moron, but she’s not close with hardly anyone, including her son.  She spends her days drinking and sulking, and her behavior (and genetics) rubbed off on Malcolm too.  He’s pretty darn incapable of maintaining a lasting relationship with his fiancée Susan (Imogen Poots) and generally mopes around 24/7.  

Their downtrodden personas are the immovable objects versus Paris’ irresistible force, and the screenplay appears to set up a specific premise.  Will this European escape fundamentally change them – and more specifically, Frances - in a positive way or not?

Jacobs captures lush gardens and parks – like Place des Vosges – nestled around the ever-present Haussmann architecture.  We don’t see many lively crowds, and it’s Christmastime, so the skies are gray.  (Wait, no crowds during Christmas?)  Still, Frances strolls along cobblestone streets and drinks coffee at cafes, as we see flashes of the Parisian experience.

However, our leads spend a lot of time (way too much) in the apartment.  It’s spacious and comfortable but not ornate or in any way cinematic to the eye.  One can suppose this is consistent with their characters, but have you seen Cleo’s apartment in Agnes Varda’s “Cleo from 5 to 7” (1962)?   It’s a glorious, decorative, and open high-ceiling studio with a piano to boot.  It’s a place to throw all-night soirees – with music, dance, and wine - six days a week...and then sleep on the seventh.

Not so much here, and the film’s second and third acts are primarily set in the said flat, but it’s a holding space for a couple of oddball script turns.  One won’t be revealed here because that would be borderline criminal.  The other is that various folks - who Frances and Malcolm meet on their journey - loiter in Joan’s place, like lifelong friends would.  Since Frances hasn’t acquired many pals over her 50-plus years on Planet Earth, these new communal moments are growth opportunities.  They do have a positive effect on her, but not necessarily on the audience.  Familiar, capable actors like Valerie Mahaffey, Danielle Macdonald, Isaach De Bankole, Daniel di Tomasso, and Potts regularly convene at Chez Joan, but the movie doesn’t give them a whole lot to do.  They sometimes argue but generally converse about random, unremarkable di minimis.  It almost feels like their on-screen time is a collection of improv sketches, ones disconnected from each other.

It gets weird, but not freaky-weird.

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Pfeiffer performs admirably in a notable role that purposely rolls in malaise, and she delivers an air and her lines with spellbinding appeal.  Frances admits that she’s odd and difficult, and she doesn’t understand the world but reaches out in small doses, like handing a homeless man $20 and listening to his hopes for some wine and a hot dog.  Maybe, she’ll have a perfect moment, like the aforementioned fella did.  You’ll have to see, but it means sitting through this peculiar, baffling film, one that doesn’t reach its high aspirations about discontent.

Jeff’s ranking

1.5/4 stars













Jeff Mitchell Heads to South by Southwest (from his house)

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The SXSW Film Festival is an annual March tradition in Austin, TX, but the COVID-19 pandemic forced the prominent movie carnival to cancel its planned programs in 2020.  Well, don’t mess with Texas because SXSW was back in 2021 (March 16 – March 20), albeit online.  

I enrolled in SXSW this year and watched 18 movies from the comfort of my couch, and although I didn’t see nearly everything, here are my five favorites:

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Alien on Stage

A group of enthusiastic – but sometimes apprehensive - Dorset, UK bus drivers and staff wish to put on a play, but not “Hamlet”, “Rent”, or “The Book of Mormon”.  These everyday men and women attempt to bring the iconic 1979 horror film “Alien” to the stage, including the starship Nostromo, the Xenomorph XX121 (aka: The Alien), and the infamous chest-bursting scene.  What???  Directors Lucy Harvey and Danielle Kummer’s documentary captures this seemingly impossible task, as their film feels like a real-life “Waiting for Guffman” (1996).  The movie’s tagline is: “In Dorset, no one can hear you scream.”  Great stuff!

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The Fallout

Jenna Ortega delivers an affecting performance as a teenage survivor of a brutal school shooting, and writer/director Megan Park sets the majority of her movie after the tragedy occurs.  Even though Vada (Ortega) wasn’t physically hurt, the screenplay effectively deep-dives into the emotional aftershock of the massacre.  In a March 2021 interview, Park said, “If I was 16, I’d be so anxious, I couldn’t leave my room.  I couldn’t stop thinking about that perspective and that side of the story.” 

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Hysterical

The stand-up industry has marginalized female comics for decades.  These women have coped – both onstage and offstage - with “concrete ceilings”, but over the years, they have successfully swung sledgehammers and smashed them.  Well, almost two dozen comediennes – including Nikki Glaser, Sherri Shepherd, Kathy Griffin, and Margaret Cho - share their personal stories in director Andrea Blaugrund Nevins’ funny and enlightening doc.  She packs lots and lots of rich history, B-roll, and intimate revelations into 87 minutes. 

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Introducing, Selma Blair

Selma Blair has starred in big movies, like “Cruel Intentions” (1999), “Legally Blonde” (2001), and “Hellboy” (2004), but her part in director Rachel Fleit’s documentary is her most important and urgent role yet.  Doctors diagnosed Blair with Multiple Sclerosis, and she opens up her home and soul to Fleit’s camera that captures the physical and mental day-to-day anguish, as well as the ongoing fight to stay alive.  This profoundly moving doc had this critic in tears throughout so much of the 90-minute runtime.  A heartbreaking and inspiring film.

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Recovery

Set during the very beginning of the COVID-19 outbreak, two sisters (Whitney Call and Mallory Everton) hop in their car and drive from New Mexico to Washington to fetch their grandma from her nursing home that has a rash of infections.  Jamie (Call) and Blake (Everton) frequently remind us of the dreary misery of COVID precautions, but the film – written by the two stars - is a flat-out hilarious road trip and a cross between “Clerks” (1994), “Booksmart” (2019), and “National Lampoon’s Vacation” (1983).  Call and Everton are a riot!


 

Nobody - Movie Review

Directed by:  Ilya Naishuller

Written by:  Derek Kolstad

Starring:  Bob Odenkirk, Aleksey Serebryakov, Connie Neilsen, and Christopher Lloyd

Runtime:  92 minutes

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Suburban dads have a new action hero

In many households, David Leitch’s name may not ring any bells, but look at his IMDb profile!  He has over 80 stunt credits and more than 20 acting gigs.  Leitch also directed “Atomic Blonde” (2017), “Deadpool 2” (2018), and “Fast & Furious Presents: Hobbs & Shaw” (2019), and he produced all three “John Wick” pictures.

The man has lived and breathed action films for 26 years - including performing stunt work for Matt Damon and Brad Pitt - so Leitch knows his craft.

Here, he's a producer on “Nobody” and teams up with executive producer/writer Derek Kolstad (who wrote or co-wrote all three “John Wick” movies) and director Ilya Naishuller.  Actually, Naishuller helmed one of the very few films that I ever had to stop watching (in a theatre).  “Hardcore Henry” (2015) isn’t a bad movie by any means, but Naishuller’s wild and jerky camera movements deliberately immerse us into a video game of sorts.  Sadly, I became dizzy and felt sick after 30 minutes and left.  Hey, no one else was sulking in the fetal position, so I didn’t bother asking for my ten dollars back.

Anyways, with Leitch, Kolstad, and Naishuller forming a triad of cinematic carnage, no one should expect that “Nobody” will double as “Love Actually” (2003), “Boyhood” (2014), “Enchanted” (2007), or “Dirty Dancing” (1987).

Although the tagline for Naishuller’s revenge picture could easily be: “Nobody puts Hutch Mansell in a corner.”

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Bob Odenkirk stars - front and center - as Hutch, a mild-mannered everyman.  He lives in a spacious two-story home at the end of a beautiful cul-de-sac with his wife Becca (Connie Nielsen) and their kids Blake (Gage Munroe) and Abby (Paisley Cadorath).  Gee whiz, after a few minutes of studying the Mansells, Becca and Blake don’t show him much respect, although that’s not terribly unusual for teenage boys.  Still, Hutch realizes, feels, and internalizes his spouse's and son's pity and moderate – but silent – disparagement, and the weight of their disregard piles on his back and smashes down his spine.  He’s a beaten man and mentally checked out.  Twenty-four hours a day, he spins in life’s hamster wheel by working at a monotonous accounting job at Becca’s father’s small manufacturing company from 9 to 5 and feeling ignored at home from 5 to 9.

Thank God that his elementary school-aged daughter shows him admiration, but otherwise, he feels like a...nobody.  This endless cycle, however, breaks when a couple of burglars bust into the Mansells’ home.  The pair didn’t get away with much, but Abby’s kitty cat bracelet is missing, and that's it: Hutch snaps.

It turns out that his mind isn’t the only thing that breaks, as he goes on a violent spree of mayhem, which begins against five hoodlums on a city bus.  These dudes chose the wrong day to pick on this 50-something human tornado.  Limbs and skulls suddenly go snap, crackle, and pop due to Hutch's assault, as stationary unpadded metal bus railings and a wine bottle are perfect props for our hero.  It’s an explosive display that’s instantly reminiscent of “John Wick”, but substitute a murdered pet with a missing kid’s item of plastic jewelry.  Well, there’s that, and Odenkirk doesn’t resemble a lethal weapon in the slightest, which is this flick’s massive hook.  Although Bob and Keanu are strikingly close in age at 58 and 56, respectively, so chew on that for a while.

Well, Naishuller and Odenkirk give the audience plenty of ferocious, visceral action-picture eye-candy over a no-nonsense 92-minute runtime.  Hutch is a one-man wrecking crew, although his father (Christopher Lloyd) helps a bit in a nifty, sicko supporting role.  Our protagonist, however, soon tangles with a Russian mobster.  Yulian Kuznetsov (Aleksey Serebryakov) is described as a “connected and funded sociopath”, and his ire dramatically raises the stakes as hand-to-hand combat escalates into more mechanical forms of firepower, if you catch my drift.  Hutch’s family’s safety becomes an immediate concern, but Naishuller and Kolstad find a convenient way to set aside Becca, Blake, and Abby safely, so our suburban Mr. Wick has the elbow room to work, punch, kick, and shoot.

Of course.

At the end of the day, “Nobody” is a one-trick pony – in the form of a ’72 Challenger and a barrage of aggression - but Odenkirk sells this ride, including the obvious possibilities for a sequel.  Sure, I’ll watch another follow-up or two, and so will several million 5-foot 9-inch dads out there.

Jeff’s ranking

2.5/4 stars

The Courier - Movie Review

Director: Dominic Cooke

Writer: Tom O’Connor

Cast: Benedict Cumberbatch, Merab Ninidze, Rachel Brosnahan, & Jessie Buckley. 

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Feature films are not documentaries. Regardless of what a title card reads at the beginning of a biopic, period picture, or other work “based upon” or “inspired by true events,” by now most film lovers know that you shouldn't consider a movie historical Cliff's Notes. If you want to know what really happened, it’s best to pick up a nonfiction book instead.


Discovering this, it becomes harder to judge fictionalized “true stories” for when and where they decide to adhere to or deviate from the real turns of events or players involved. A valuable rule of thumb for me personally, but as the internet likes to say “your mileage may vary,” is that even when minor details are changed or new subplots are added for dramatic effect, it still has to feel true within the cinematic world where the story exists. Namely, any fictional changes made in a movie should not pull you out of the overall narrative.

Unfortunately, this is one of the major ways where director Dominic Cooke's otherwise superbly acted faux true-life Cold War drama “The Courier” goes so wrong. A film about a British businessman (Benedict Cumberbatch) who's recruited to transport top-secret documents from a Soviet officer asset (Merab Ninidze) back to his MI6 and CIA handlers in the UK during the Cuban Missile Crisis, “The Courier” is utterly fascinating on the page but only mildly successful on the screen.

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Anachronistic at best, the filmmaker’s decision to cast the unquestionably gifted Rachel Brosnahan as a young female American CIA agent working with MI6 to run foreign operatives in Russia in an era where the people doing so were men feels primarily like tokenism. And indeed, in the film's production notes, even “The Courier” screenwriter Tom O'Connor admits that “casting another male wasn't the most compelling version of the story to tell these days.”


Reading this acknowledgment is annoying to me for several reasons. As women, we have our own worthwhile stories to bring to the screen and don’t need “The Courier” to shortchange the roles we played in the given period just because we weren't running international spy-rings. 


Yet even if O'Connor and Cooke weren't trying to be overly trendy in the post-Me Too era, which most female filmgoers are quick to see through, Brosnahan's CIA agent in “The Courier” feels so inauthentic that her mere presence – and the talented actress's strong performance – makes her minor character far more interesting than everyone else's. Obviously, this couldn't have been the filmmaker's intention all along or they would’ve centered the film on Brosnahan instead of “The Courier.” As soon as she appears onscreen, she easily overshadows Cumberbatch's rather dry everyday businessman, the woefully underwritten Greville Wynne who is purported to be the protagonist. But when it comes to the film's eponymous courier, in this regard, we quickly deduce that she is far from alone.

A weak main character as written, further research reveals that Greville Wynne is a relatively blank slate. Following the events of the film, it seems that not only did MI6 not thank the businessman or disclose much about his international pursuits but the real Wynne wrote two different memoirs that have been largely debunked, likely owing to a mental decline following his harrowing days as a citizen spy.


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Although he’s undoubtedly an unexpected British hero worthy of greater study, Wynne is done a disservice in “The Courier,” once we’re introduced to Cumberbatch's enigmatic counterpart in the form of Merab Ninidze's Russian officer Oleg Penkovsky early on. Immediately engaged in the plight of this man putting his family, career, and life on the line for his principles on his own accord, not only does Penkovsky steal focus from our British courier throughout, it becomes painfully clear he would've made a much more gripping main character overall. Of course, the stakes are similar for Wynne but being that Penkovsky is mostly in Russia makes his dual role vastly more terrifying.


Imbued with an intentionally dull visual palette, which has a lethargic effect on the film as a whole, despite Cumberbatch's immense range as an actor, whenever “The Courier” follows Ninidze's Penkovsky instead of Wynne, Cooke's work roars back to life. Sadly, however, these moments are as short-lived as they are few and far between.


An altogether underwhelming, workmanlike endeavor, the film marks a disappointing sophomore effort for the director of the impressive '17 sleeper “On Chesil Beach.” Helmed by a man with an extensive background working with actors in the theater, “The Courier” is augmented by the strength of Cooke's ensemble cast, including Jessie Buckley as Wynne's stylish wife who brings a bit of vivacity to the film’s visually dour proceedings.


While on the one hand, it's perhaps worth watching for viewers who are curious about Cold War foreign policy and international relations, on the other, what we have here doesn’t really work as a film. Despite being content as ever to look the other way for the sake of artistic license, the faux factual "Courier" just doesn't entertain us enough to warrant being trendy, UK-centric, and safe rather than unapologetic, international, and real.

The Father - Movie Review

Directed by:  Florian Zeller

Written by:  Christopher Hampton and Florian Zeller, based on Zeller’s play “Le Pere”

Starring:  Anthony Hopkins and Olivia Colman

Runtime:  93 minutes



‘The Father’: Hopkins and Colman nurture Oscar-worthy performances in one of the year’s very best films

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Anthony (Anthony Hopkins) and Anne (Olivia Colman) are having a rough go of it these days, but their father-daughter stress has been brewing for months or years.  Anthony – an 83-year-old retired engineer - and Anne live in a spacious London flat – with 12-foot ceilings and expensive furniture and accessories in every room - but their lives are anything but comfortable or content.  He has dementia.  In addition to his slips of memory, moments of confusion, and abrupt mood swings, he has just forced – off-camera - his current caregiver, Angela, to quit.   


Anthony’s latest verbal transgression has forced Anne to find another at-home nurse, Laura (Imogen Poots).  The urgency reaches a peak.  It’s about as high as the London Eye because Anne is in love with a Parisian fella, and she’s moving to The City of Lights.  Anthony needs to get along with Laura because he cannot stay in the flat on his own.  Well, let’s not go there and think about the repercussions. 


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Director/co-writer Florian Zeller decided to take his award-winning play “Le Pere” in a new direction, as he and screenwriter Christopher Hampton adapted it to the screen.  Zeller had Hopkins in mind to star in his film, and in fact, he changed the lead’s name from Andre to Anthony in hopes of some extra incentive or cosmic will to make his directorial-debut dreams come true. 

(Just to point out, Zeller’s character Anthony declares his birthday in the film.  It’s Friday, Dec. 31, 1937, and yes, Anthony Hopkins shares the same birthday, and in the same year, naturally.) 


Well, Zeller’s hopes did come to fruition when Hopkins read the script.  The actor explains during an Oct. 21, 2020 interview with the American Film Institute.


“It’s one of those rare (scripts) which grabs you because it’s a small, compact film.  It’s not a big studio film, and that’s what’s so attractive about it, but it’s so brilliantly written,” Hopkins said. 


Hopkins adds, “Really, I couldn’t believe my luck because it was about three years ago.  I was 80, and I’m still working.  They wanted me to do it.  I couldn’t believe how fortunate I was.  Those scripts come along once in a while.  ‘Silence of the Lambs’ was one of them, ‘The Remains of the Day’, ‘Nixon’, ‘The Edge’ by David Mamet, and this one.”

“The Father” is a sobering drama about this debilitating, maddening illness, and Anne and Anthony aren’t the only ones agonizing over the trauma.  According to the Alzheimer’s Association, over six million Americans suffer from the disease, and one in three seniors passes away with it.  (Since this film is set in London, it’s important to highlight that 850 thousand United Kingdom citizens cope with dementia as well.)  


Dementia rips the delicate fabric of families everywhere and leaves oceans of tears in its wake, and filmmakers frequently face the matter on the big screen.  Julianne Moore won an Oscar in “Still Alice” (2014).  Michael Haneke’s “Amour” (2012) won the Best Foreign Language Film Oscar.  “Lovely, Still” (2008) and “The Notebook” (2004) are a pair of movies that require an ample supply of tissues, and the list goes on.  

Zeller, however, takes a unique approach, and it’s an exceptional one.  The vast majority of this story is constructed through Anthony’s eyes and ears.  Events, discourse, and the timeline transpire from Anthony’s perspective, and this causes the audience to leap through a disconcerting puzzle as we experience his perception of reality.  


“(I wanted) to the tell the story from the inside and to put the audience in a very unique position, as if they are trying to go through a labyrinth,” Zeller said in a Dec. 29, 2020 interview with GoldDerby.

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Olivia Colman explains her reaction to the film’s approach.  

“It’s genuinely confusing and scary, and I love the way this film shows that.  It made me see how incredibly painful it is to watch the person you love crumble, and how scary it is for the person who is having to deal with this confusing life they’re now in,” Colman said in a Feb.23, 2021 interview with Kinowetter. 


She’s right.  


Zeller’s film feels like a Christopher Nolan picture, or one of his films blended with Louis Malle’s “My Dinner with Andre” (1981).  The narrative takes unexpected and unsettling turns that force you to question the on-screen happenings.  Of course, Zeller isn’t throwing us off bridges, sailing the English Channel during WWII, or reversing time on a freeway chase.  No, here, Colman and Hopkins spend most of the 93-minute runtime within the aforementioned apartment.  In a way, the intimate space drastically feels unsettling than a big-budget Nolan production because uncertainty arises within the privacy of a home, a place where Anthony and Anne are supposedly standing on solid ground.  It should be a refuge or haven, but with dementia, there isn’t one. 

“The Father”, however, is in rock-solid, reliable hands with insightful playwright-turned-movie director and two masterclass, Oscar-winning actors.  Both Colman and Hopkins deliver Oscar-worthy performances, and Sir Anthony gives the best lead actor performance of the year.  Hopkins is nothing short of extraordinary, as Anthony’s behavior is unpredictable and frequently shifts without warning.  He’ll emotionally move from complimentary to vindictive, or indignant to timid within a few seconds, as his mind drives these massive changes that constantly leave Anne on pins and needles.   

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She’s a deeply caring, thoughtful daughter who doesn’t lash out at her dad, but she’s under constant duress by internalizing his disarray while simultaneously struggling to maintain a sense of normalcy.  Hopkins drives the narrative, and Colman follows his lead, as Anthony involuntarily reverse-calibrates his and Anne’s lives in micro-increments that deliver immediate grief, but also a profound sense of loss of a once-dependable and harmonious relationship.  A heartbreaking and permanent loss.

Jeff’s ranking

4/4 stars