It is not like these kids had it easy to begin with. In many cases, their
alcoholic parents had yet to inquire regarding their status, even after Ukrainian
social services revoked their parental rights. Then their welcoming halfway
home in Eastern Ukraine was forced to evacuate when Putin launched his illegal
invasion. When the troops crossed the border, filmmaker Simon Lereng Wilmont had
already finished shooting his Academy Award-nominated documentary A House
Made of Splinters, which airs Monday on PBS stations, as part of the
current season of POV.
Unlike
Eastern Front and 20 Days in Mariupol, House Made of Splinters
is not a war film, but the Russian dirty war in Donbass was indeed
stretching Ukraine’s already strained resources for social services. Frankly,
the three kids Wilmont focuses on are lucky to be there. Longtime educator/case
workers Margaryta Burlutska and Olga Tronova provided a sheltering environment
for the children, who were suddenly dealing with abandonment issues on top of
everything else.
The
Lysychansk Center was sort of a way station. Eventually, their residents either
leave for a state-run orphanage or foster parents recruited by Burlutska and Tronova.
Generally, fostering is the preferable option, but it essentially means the
foster children have given up hope for a further life with their dysfunctional
birth parents.
The
three focal children all must come to terms with that reality, which is
definitely some very real-life drama. It is also very depressing. However,
thanks to Burlutska and Tronova, some of the kids have relatively happy endings—at
least until the Russians invade.
They are a bit like Frederic Henry in A Farewell to Arms, but the war
is happening in their own country. For them, volunteering as a medics and
ambulance drivers was the only way they could serve during the war. Many started
in the Donbass region as early as 2014 and they continued to serve following
Putin’s full invasion, despite some being judged “unfit” for armed combat (due
to health reasons). Medic Yevhen Titarenko captures a country that is
remarkably unified, despite being under constant fire in Eastern Front,
his eye-witness documentary (completed with the editorial input of “co-director”
Vitaliy Mansky, the acclaimed documentarian exiled to Latvia), which premieres
today on OVID.tv.
You
will definitely see some things driving an ambulance around Kherson and
Kharkiv. That is why Titarenko started documenting the horrors he witnessed,
employing hand-held devices, smart phones, and body cams. Much of what he
captured is horrifying. Yet, some of the quiet moments are even more telling.
In
between their emergency calls, Titarenko and his fellow medics, relax, chew the
fat, and even celebrate being alive together. Many have similar stories, especially
those who hail from families with strong Russian connections. At first, they
were the odd ones out for supporting the Maidan protests. However, after Putin’s
illegal invasion, their parents and grandparents have become ardent Ukrainian
patriots. Their anecdotal evidence suggest Putin has ironically unified the supposedly
fractious Ukrainians—against Russia.
Eastern
Front is
a powerful and bracing film. However, it might unfairly suffer in comparison if
seen soon after Mstyslav Chernov’s jaw-droppingly harrowing 20 Days in Mariupol.
Yet, it has other merits, very definitely including the medics’ thoughts on
Ukrainian unity and Russian propaganda. Nevertheless, Titarenko’s concluding dash
through a war-zone can stand shoulder-to-shoulder with the Normandy landing in Saving
Private Ryan.
Ironically, a zombie apocalypse breaks out while a film crew is shooting a zombie
movie. But wait, there’s more—as those who have seen Shinichiro Ueda’s One Cut of the Dead already know. However, this is sort of a remake and also
sort of a sequel. Apparently, it all transpires in a universe where One Cut exists,
but the production is plagued (so to speak) by similar problems. It isn’t easy
directing zombies in Michel Hazanavicius’s Final Cut, which opens today
in New York.
This
time around Higurashi doesn’t look like a Higurashi, but he is just as
deranged. Quite irresponsibly, he has invoked a WWII-era zombie curse to illicit
more convincing performances from his beleaguered cast. They too have distinctly
Japanese names, despite speaking French. All will be explained eventually.
It
is interesting to watch Final Cut, for the “first time,” while knowing
the big twists. It allows fans of One Cut to appreciate the ways
Hazanavicius tweaked the material and how he stayed faithful to the spirit of
the original film. Reviewing three similar takes on Invisible Guest was
probably one too many, but Hazanavicius’s clever in-film references to One
Cut help differentiate Final Cut. In some ways, they also make the
French remake/sequel/side-film even nuttier.
Romain
Duris and Berenice Bejo are terrific as the Higurashi the director and Natsumi
the make-up artist. They sort of play against type—and then they don’t—but they
both use their winning screen charismas to full effect. Lyes Salem and
Jean-Pascal Zadi are also very funny as the producer and composer-sound
designer.
Nobody ever read Isaac Asimov for steamy sex scenes. His books were informed by
real science and written with a deliciously dry, mordant wit. Perhaps the ultimate
Asimov is his short story “The Billiard Ball,” wherein a scientist uses physics
to murder his rival, right in plain sight. Unfortunately, the first season of Foundation
never felt very Asimovian. Yes, there was Hari Seldon, the Foundation, and
psychohistory, but all the intrigue with lusty, naked emperor clones was more
like something out of the Dune series than Foundation. At the end
of season one, the digital copy of Seldon’s consciousness learned he might have
gotten something wrong—which is inconceivable. Nevertheless, history might be
slightly off-course in the season premiere of Foundation, which premieres
tomorrow on Apple TV+.
One
of the only original aspects of season one that stayed true to the spirit and ideas
of Asimov’s speculative fiction was the way it found clever ways to span
decades and eras. Much to the surprise of Salvor Hardin, the former warden of
the Foundation’s home planet of Terminus, Gaal Dornick (Seldon’s estranged protégé)
just introduced herself as her biological mother (after a loong slumber in
suspended animation). (Both characters were men in the books, but that is least
of showrunner David S. Goyer’s unfaithfulness). They start to get to know each
other in the season premiere, but it is still mostly awkward—and boring.
The
best scene is the attempted assassination of “Brother Day,” the primary governing
“Brother” of the cloned triumvirate of Emperor Cleon the First, who jointly
rule over the galactic empire. Frankly, the preening Brother Day is so out of
place in a universe ostensibly created by Asimov, it is a shame they fail.
Again, he is saved by Demerzel, who once again violates Asimov’s “Laws of Robotics.”
For Asimov readers, this is truly unforgivable. Briefly, Nimrat Kaur is introduced
as Seldon’s late wife, so hopefully she gets more interesting things to do in the
next episode.
Who needs monsters, like vampires and zombies, when nature or everyday
criminals can kill you just as fatally? Here in New York, you can take a deep
breath of Canadian wildfire smoke, before some lunatic pushes you onto the
subway tracks. Colombia is just as dangerous, as a separating married couple
discover in Andres Beltran’s Quicksand, which debuts tomorrow on
Shudder.
Sophia
is happy to finally return to the world of international medical conferences
that she gave up for the sake of motherhood. The only drawback is her husband
(at least for the next few weeks) Josh is attending with her. They must even
share a room, since their colleague Marcos wasn’t privy to their marital
strife.
First,
Josh was hoping to hike to the falls because he still fancies himself
outdoorsy. Then Sophia decides to hike off on her own just to show him that she
can, but she reluctantly agrees to let Josh join her. The altitude is brutal
for the gringo, but the thug trying to jack their rental car is nastier. They
sort of “get away” by running into the forbidden part of the woods, but they fall
into quicksand instead. Technically, it was Sophia who blundered into it. Then Josh
dived in to pull her head back to the surface. That leaves them both trapped,
in a rain forest that has its share of snakes.
According
to pedantic scientists, quicksand, as it actually occurs in nature, does not
work they way classic Tarzan movies portrayed it. They should tell that
to Sophia and Josh. I’m sure they would be quite reassured. Yet, screenwriter
Matt Pitts focuses more on the perils of poisonous snakes and the long-term
risks of starvation and dehydration.
In
fact, the dialogue and fractured marital dynamics are reasonably believable.
First Sophia and Josh really go at it, but when their previously dormant affection
kicks in, the film becomes surprisingly touching. Technically, their characters
are not sketched out very deeply, but Carolina Gaitan and Allan Hawco still make
their desperation and mutual concern quite compelling.
Apparently, Aniq Adjaye is a lot like Jane Marple and Jessica Fletcher. He is not a
little old lady, but murders seem to follow him around. He successfully cleared
his name when he was accused of killing pop star Xavier in season one, so this time
around, he must prove the innocence of his girlfriend Zoe Zhu’s sister Grace.
Unfortunately, he uncovers a lot of embarrassing dirty laundry for the Zhu
family in season two of creator Christopher Miller’s The Afterparty,
which premieres today on Apple TV+.
Despite
being a murder suspect, Adjaye managed to win over Zhu, his high school crush,
during the Xavier investigation. He wants to take things to the next level, but
her parents really seem to hate him. At least Grace likes him and so does the
groom, as far as Adjaye can tell. Edgar is a wealthy tech tycoon and crypto
investor, but he is definitely a cold fish. He only shows real affection
towards Roxanna, his pet lizard he always carries on his shoulder. Awkwardly,
he will also be murdered on his wedding night.
Edgar’s
boozy mother Isabel immediately accuses Grace, so Adjaye calls Danner to find
the real killer. She retired from the force after solving the Xavier murder,
for reasons that will be explained during her flashback. Like season one, each Rashomon-style
witness statement is rendered in a different style, but it is not always immediately
obvious what genre each episode is spoofing.
The
black-and-white film noir homage is obvious for Travis, Grace’s schlubby
conspiracy theorist boyfriend. Edgar’s adopted sister Hannah seems to exist in
a Wes Anderson film, while the victim’s business partner Sebastien gets the
split-screen caper treatment of the Ocean’s movies or The Thomas
Crown Affair. Danner’s story is sort of a 1980s erotic thriller, much to
Adjaye’s discomfort, whereas the perspective of the bride’s father, Feng Zhu
(Ken Jeong doing his sad clown shtick), unfolds entirely through smart phone
videos. Unfortunately, the longest episode is also the slowest: Grace’s Austen-esque
costume drama explanation of her unlikely romance with Edgar.
Adjaye
and the bride provide a lot of exposition in the first two installments, but
the second season gets much funnier once they finish. The assorted directors
helming episodes, including Miller, Eric Appel, and Anu Valia, nicely handle
the flashbacks, rather slyly revealing more context and explanation with each
eye-witness account. Each guests’ recollections fit together rather cleverly.
Alligator really does taste a bit like chicken. It is chewier, but delicious when
prepared well. Unfortunately, gators think people also taste like chicken and
they are bigger, faster, and hungrier. During a hurricane-flash flood, an
isolated group of cops and convicts find themselves on the menu in Brandon
Slagle’s The Flood, which opens Friday in New York.
A
Katrina-like storm is surging around Sheriff Jo Newman’s station, so she
reluctantly agrees to put up a detoured prison transport for the night. That
means Rafe Calderon’s plans also change. His gang’s former getaway driver,
Russell Cody was convicted of the cop-killings during their last job, but not
before he hid the money.
Cody
is less than thrilled to see his old comrades, but everyone will have to work
together when a pack of angry alligators swims into the flooded station. Of
course, they won’t, but Cody consistently throws his chips in with Sheriff
Newman, rather than Calderon’s crew or his fellow convicts.
The
Flood is
sort of Rio Bravo with gators, which is a reasonably promising premise
to start with. Slagle certainly does not over-complicate it. It is a crying shame
the soundtrack totally lacks any jazz, blues, or zydeco selections, but it
still feels like a Louisiana kind of film—even though it was shot abroad,
presumably for economic reasons.
Casper
Van Dien, Nicky Whelan, and Louis Mandylor are all pros at this kind of unfussy
action filmmaking by now, so they credibly get down to business as Cody, Newman,
and Calderon. As in Slagle’s Battle for Saipan, Eoin O’Brien is the
surprise standout, doing a not-half-bad Cajun accent as the other reasonable
prisoner, “Big Jim” Pruett.
One day, hopefully soon, this film will be entered into evidence in a war
crimes tribunal of Putin and his enablers. For ninety-plus minutes, it records the
systemic targeting of Ukrainian non-combatant civilians in the port city of
Mariupol. “War Crime” is simply the only term that suits the events Ukrainian
journalist Mstyslav Chernov and his Frontline and AP colleagues
documented, like snipers assassinating nurses entering a hospital, which have
no remotely credibly military justification. No matter what they might think of
Putin’s illegal invasion of Ukraine, Chernov’s 20 Days in Mariupol will knock
the wind out of audiences when it opens this Friday in New York.
You
will see several children die while watching this film and you will share the
grief of their parents, even if you have no children of your own. Chernov (a
native of Kharkiv) and his colleagues were there to show the world what was
happening, but the Russian forces definitely did not want the story getting
out.
Right
from the start, they cut all power and internet access to the besieged city.
There were only a handful of hotspots where Chernov could file his reports.
Everything the world saw during the early days of the Mariupol siege came from
his efforts. That is why the Russians wanted him. It was not just about stopping
him. They also wanted to force him to recant.
Over
the course of 20 days, Chernov records a city in crisis. We see one hospital
shelled into rubble and another terrorized by sniper fire. Apartment buildings
with no reasonable military significance are regularly razed. Nobody is safe,
especially not children trying to enjoy a football game during an occasional moment
of calm.
There are plenty of guns, which is good, but there are also lots of people,
which is bad. Prison is a difficult place to be when the zombie apocalypse
breaks out—perhaps even trickier than Rick Grimes’ hospital bed in The Walking Dead. At least the warden declares every man for himself—and Emon
is a lot of man, but he also has trouble walking away from people in trouble.
Of course, everyone is in trouble in Joey De Guzman’s Day Zero, which
releases Tuesday on DVD.
Emon
was supposed to be paroled, so he could patch things up with his wife Sheryl and
daughter Jane, but than he had to save his scrounger buddy Timoy from a
shanking. Fatefully, the prison is overrun with zombies shortly thereafter.
Emon will fight his way out, to rescue Sheryl and Jane, who do indeed need rescuing,
from their zombie-infested apartment building. He gets a little bit of help
from Timoy, but mainly he must rely on his training from his stint with U.S.
Special Forces.
Seriously,
that is the gist of it all. Day Zero is very much a conventional zombie
movie. For the first forty minutes or so, it is the standard run, shoot, and
bite business. However, it culminates in a massive climactic battle, in which
the well-armed Emon starts capping zombies like he is Chris Hemsworth in the Extraction
movies. Emon’s last stand even rivals the awesome sharp-shooting display
that closed Shinsuke Sato’s I am a Hero. If you have not seen that
Japanese zombie movie, then you should absolutely check out Day Zero.
Former
professional kickboxer Brandon Vera has immediate action cred and he does a
nice job conveying Emon’s desperately protective fatherly instincts. It is easy
to see him developing an appeal like that of the Rock and John Cena (it is not
like either of them are great thesps, they just perfected their likable screen
personas).
ANGELS OF THE SKY is a worthy documentary about the experiences of American pilots held by the Germans as POWs during WWII. There are not a lot of them still with us, so we need to listen to those who are, while we can. EPOCH TIMES exclusive review up here.
V.C. Andrews never gets mentioned as an example of “Southern writers,” but
she certainly was one. You know her Southern gothic tales of incest would have
amused Tennessee Williams (but he surely would have found them trashy, just the
same). She wouldn’t have recognized much in her latest Lifetime miniseries,
because it was the first posthumous series entirely written by the estate’s
mostly-transparent ghostwriter Andrew Neiderman, but the themes and style are
highly Andrewsian. Get ready for some sibling awkwardness when V.C. Andrews’
Dawn premieres tonight on Lifetime.
Dawn
Longchamp’s family moves so much, you would almost think her father is a wanted
man. Well, as a matter of fact… Ormand Longchamp risked returning to Richmond,
because as an elite prep school’s new handyman, his children, Dawn and her emotionally
supportive (perhaps to an unusual extent) brother Jimmy could attend for free.
Unfortunately, Dawn makes an enemy of the school’s queen bee, Clara Jean
Cutler, when she outshines the mean girl’s singing talents.
Sadly,
tragedy soon strikes the Longchamp family twice, when her mom dies and her
father is arrested in the hospital. It turns out he was wanted for kidnapping
Dawn from the well-heeled Cutler family. She was known as Eugenia Cutler then. Not
surprisingly, Clara Jean is less than thrilled to suddenly have her as a
sister. Her new “parents” try to make nice, but they are mostly useless. The
real power in the Cutler family is her new grandmother, Lillian Cutler, whose
abusive behavior rivals that of Cinderella’s wicked step-mother. It is also
super creepy to be around her new brother Philip, the school cad, who was
trying to put the moves on her before they knew they were related. On the plus
side, Jimmy Longchamp is now fair game.
Seriously,
what were you expecting? The good news is Brec Bassinger (Arrowverse’s
Stargirl) is probably the best of Lifetime’s recent V.C. Andrews heroines. She brings
a sympathetic presence to the first two feature-length installments (“Dawn” and
“Secrets of the Morning”) provided for review. On the other hand, Linda-Lisa
Hayter’s helming is disappointingly pedestrian. In fact, “Secrets of the
Morning,” which focuses on Dawn now-Cutler’s studies in New York, largely feels
like an old-fashioned coed drama, losing its Southern gothic flavor until the
final twenty minutes.
Thanks to the power of hypnosis, Josh Lambert and his son Dalton intentionally
forgot what happened in the second Insidious film, but Blumhouse hopes you remember, considering the last two films
were prequels, featuring paranormal investigator Elise Rainier. She had become the fan-favorite character, which would be fine with the Lamberts, who were
hoping to be done with “The Further.” Nevertheless, the evil entities start reaching
out for them once again in Patrick Wilson’s Blumhouse-produced Insidious: The Red
Door, which opens today nationwide.
So,
nine years ago, everyone got back safe and sound from The Further, but father
and son were so traumatized, they had a hypnotist friend of Josh’s mother
Lorraine block out their memories. That worked okay for a while, but it caused
a lot of brain fog for the older Lambert, which affected his relationships with
his family.
Unfortunately,
Pops Lambert starts having strange, demonic visions possibly brought on by his
mother’s death. So does dreary Dalton, when he taps into subconscious memories
of The Further for an art class exercise. Soon, he too is having freaky
encounters with the angry entities of The Further, much to the alarm of his
only friend at college, Chris Winslow (platonic from what viewers can tell,
because who could ever be attracted to such a moody whiner).
Although
the audience might be happy to leave Dalton in The Further, we can guess his
father will eventually go back in to save him, but this time, they will not
have Rainier’s help. Thematically, Red Door is a lot like Wilson’s other
major horror franchise, The Conjuring, in which the strength that comes
from family is always essential for defeating supernatural evil.
In
his directorial debut, Wilson displays a surprisingly refined visual sensibility.
He has the patience to let key scenes play out deliberately, to steadily crank
up the atmosphere of dread. He also uses the full frame, with some clever
soft-focus tricks, to keep viewers guessing. It looks good and the slow-build
suspense compounds quite profitably.
During the sixteen years Dolores Roach was in prison, Washington Heights
considerably gentrified. The streets are now safer and the property values have
greatly increased. Apparently, these are bad things. At least Roach can rectify
the safer streets in creator Aaron Mark’s eight-part, Blumhouse-produced The
Horror of Dolores Roach, based on his original podcast, which premieres tomorrow
on Prime.
Empanadas
are the meat pies of New York City, so it makes sense to make them the vessel
for Mark’s modern-day Sweeney Todd riff. Getting us to sympathize
with the notorious mass murderer will be a trickier proposition. The actress
playing her in a one-woman show likes to think she humanizes the killer, but
Roach begs to differ, when she introduces herself to the thesp after the
opening night performance. She insists on telling her the full, supposedly
unvarnished truth (if ever there were a narrator with the potential for “unreliability,”
Roach would seem to be it, but Mark and the battery of writers do not play that
game).
Roach
was happy with Dominic, her drug-dealer lover, back in the era of Giuliani New
York, except for the fact criminals like them were getting busted. Eventually,
it happened to her, but not Dominic. Since she refused to turn on her lover,
they threw the book at her. When she finally gets out, the Washington Heights
she knew is completely changed (she even missed the Broadway musical—so unfair).
Fatefully, the only thing that stayed the same is the empanada shop, now
operated by Luis Batista, the late original owner’s son. Conveniently (or maybe
not), he always carried a torch for Roach, so he is delighted to let her stay
in his spare room.
For
a while, Roach actually thinks she might get her life back together as an
unlicensed masseuse, but then she starts killing people. It always happens in a
one-darned-thing-after-another kind of way. Usually, they are asking for it too,
like Batista’s sleazy landlord, Gedeon Pearlman (of course, the socially
conscious series makes the implied Jewish character a greedy landlord).
However, Roach and Batista are subsequently stuck with Pearlman’s son Jonah
hanging around looking for his father and chatting up Nellie Morris, their
cashier. Fortunately, he won’t look for his father where Batista has him hidden:
in the meat locker and in the empanadas. In fact, Batista will need more “meat”
when the new flavor becomes a hit. Reluctantly, Roach keeps obliging.
The
writing is intermittently clever, but it is frequently undermined by the urge to
offer social commentary. Frankly, HoDR is at its most interesting when
Roach puts her pity party on hold, to start contemplating her own culpability—it
does happen, eventually. The slightly meta twist towards the end is also
genuinely amusing. If you can slog through the first episode, which is the
longest and the slowest, you might as well go all the way.
It is a place of free love and folk music, where people are keenly attuned
to nature. The remote Scottish Summerisle is also a profoundly evil place.
Sergeant Neil Howey, an outsider investigating the reported disappearance of a
local teenaged girl, will discover just how sinister in Robin Hardy’s folk
horror classic The Wicker Man, which opens Friday in New York, marking
its 50th anniversary.
Sgt.
Howey is a righteous God-fearing Chistian, as we can see from the early
prologue (depending on which cut you are watching—they all end the same way). He
has come to isolated Summerisle via the police department’s seaplane, to
investigate an anonymous letter claiming a teenaged girl, Rowan Morrison, is in
peril.
At
first, nobody acknowledges knowing Rowan, not even her mother. However, as he
unearths evidence of her existence, they change their tune. The girl is
actually dead, and therefore gone, according to their Pagan beliefs, so there
is no Morrison left for them to speak of.
As
Howey explores the tiny isle, he is shocked by the openly hedonistic behavior
he sees. However, he is outraged to find the schoolteacher opens teaching
witchcraft and paganism. Technically, Lord Summerisle rejects the term “Pagan.”
He essentially preaches a licentious version of New Age mysticism that retain
many of the “old” deities. Howey will not be swayed, nor will he be tempted
into sin by Willow MacGregor, the lusty innkeeper’s daughter.
Arguably,
The Wicker Man is one of the few horror films that is even scarier after
you have already seen it. You might already guess where it is all headed—probably
Howey is the only one who cannot. Even if you can’t, there is no way to miss
the overwhelming atmosphere of impending doom Hardy realizes. It is powerfully
accentuated by all the unnerving little occult easter eggs incorporated into
the richly detailed set and production design. The film deserves its reputation
as the greatest folk horror film of all time.
It
also features one of Sir Christopher Lee’s most distinctive villains, the
hippy-like Lord Summerisle (sporting an unkempt Beatle-style coif). Even though
Wicker Man co-stars both Lee and the great Ingrid Pitt (as the Librarian),
nobody ever confuses it with Hammer Films (like fans often do with Amicus
releases, such as The Skull). Pitt and Diane Cilento (the Schoolteacher)
are also great as supporting villains, who definitely help wind up Howey. Of
course, nobody does so more than Britt Ekland as MacGregor. This must be Ekland’s
greatest screen performance, even though her voice was dubbed by jazz vocalist
Annie Ross (of Lambert Hendricks & Ross).
How would you like to watch a German movie that pretends the Allied invasion
was completely rebuffed at Normandy? That is essentially what the recent
Chinese blockbuster Battle at Lake Changjin tries to do for the Korean
War battle referred to in America and Korea as Chosin Reservoir (the film even
opened in America with minimal challenges from what pass for Twitter-approved
film critics). The truth is, it was the American Forces who were vastly
outnumbered, but inflicted disproportionate casualties on the North Koreans and
PLA—not vice versa. With the CCP literally trying to rewrite history, it is
important to establish the truth, which director (and former Marine) Brian Iglesias
does with authority in the documentary Chosin, which makes perfect 4th
of July viewing (and look for a capsule review in an upcoming issue of American
Essence magazine).
The Second World War was not so very long ago, but America had already grown complacent.
As a result, many young recruits were being trained by WWII veterans (probably
including my grandfather) on the ships bound to Korea. Even to this day, Chosin
is considered one of the three bloodiest battles the Marine Corps ever fought.
Of course, the Korean War started when North invaded South, despite the DPRK’s propaganda
to the country. By the time the Marines landed, South Korea was almost lost.
The entire war was also almost lost at Chosin Reservoir.
Basically,
the 1st Marine Division found itself encircled at Chosin, largely by
Chinese PLA troops, whom the top brass insisted were not in North Korea. Yet,
the 15,000 Americans managed to punch through the 120,000 hostiles surrounding
them, in order to escort 98,000 Korean civilians over 78 miles to safety. It is
somewhat analogous to Dunkirk, but it was a much greater failure on the PLA’s
part, allowing the 1st Division to largely remain intact.
The
veterans Iglesias interviews have harrowing stories to tell of the battle,
especially the Marine who fought barefoot in the frozen snow, because he had
been wrapped in his sleeping bag when the fighting erupted. Admittedly, they
often use colorful terms to refer to the PLA. Yet, it is important to also
listen to how movingly they describe their experiences visiting South Korean
decades later, as part of the ROK’s ongoing campaign to thank American veterans
for their service and sacrifices.
Chosin
is
the definitive film on the Battle of Chosin Reservoir. It is also an extremely
moving work of cinema. Iglesias’s approach to documentary filmmaking is
straightforward and conventional, but it suits the seriousness of the subject. Since
the CCP is trying to obscure, censor, and rewrite the truth, it is important
that we preserve and remember it.
One of the only good things about the Finley-Cullen family resort is the
lobster, but their animal rights activist granddaughter is about to wreck that
too. Everyone is supposed to be mourning the irascible aunt who just died, but
they are really too busy feuding and acting crazy in creator Sheri Elwood’s Moonshine,
which premieres (sort of) this Friday on CW.
Maybe
you saw Moonshine in Canada, as a CBC original, or maybe you saw it when
it briefly streamed on Freevee, but now it’s a CW property. Here it is
regardless. That is also sort of Lidia Bennett’s attitude when she arrives at
the Moonshine on Nova Scotia’s South Coast in the pilot, “Standby Out of Newark.”
She is the prodigal daughter who left to be an architect in New York. Her son Finn
is endurable, but her self-styled activist daughter Eleanor is a real pain.
They do not expect to be staying long, but surprise: Bennett is about to
inherit her cranky aunt’s shares in the Moonshine.
Turns
out the Bennetts might be sticking around longer than they thought, especially when
her mother suffers from a very mild but dramatically convenient stroke. Bennett
will have to corral her psychedelic mushroom-growing brother Ryan Finley-Cullen
and her resentful sister with a martyr complex, Rhian Finley-Cullen, to whip
the indebted resort into shape.
Inevitably,
Lidia and Rhian will clash, especially when the former starts asserting her new
authority in the second episode, “Escape Goat.” Bennett decides to transform
the Moonshine’s annual goat roast into a New Age Goddess festival. Of course,
Eleanor will want to sabotage the goat roast, just like she freed all the
lobsters intended for the memorial reception.
So,
clearly the morale of Moonshine is millennial activists ruin everything.
Maybe Bennett will not say so in so many words, but any viewer could tell she
would be happier without Eleanor—at least the audience certainly would be.
However,
Jennifer Finnigan brings a great deal of charm to the first two episodes
playing Bennett. She also has a nice bantering comedic rhythm with Emma Hunter,
who plays Nora Finley-Cullen, the DJ sister, who mercifully has no day-to-day
involvement in the management of the Moonshine. On the other hand, the
obnoxious petulance of Anastasia Philips’ sister Rhian and the cliched stoner
stock character that is Tom Stevens’ brother Ryan are already annoying in the
pilot.
Detective Kim Taek-rok is old, but he is still a little intimidating to his
colleagues, for good reason. He always pursues the criminals the rest of the
force is too scared to take on. He also knows where a lot of the bodies the
crooked police chief had buried, because he did some of the burying. He is
still only mildly bent compared to some of his old comrades. However, that makes
him vulnerable to the schemes of “The Friend,” a blackmailing mastermind, who
frames him for murder in the eight-episode Shadow Detective, which
premieres Wednesday on Hulu.
Det.
Kim is getting too old for this…stuff. Frankly, his slightly fuzzy memory is
almost a blessing. He has done things he is not proud of, but what really
troubles him is the price his family had to pay. Ironically, it was because of
honest police work that a brutal criminal targeted his now grown daughter, when
she was a young child.
Regardless,
he never went on the take, unlike Chief Seo Gwang-su or Woo Hyun-seok, who
became the Chief’s liaison and fixer for Geumo City’s elite special interests. Kim
always regretted not talking Woo back to the straight-and-narrow. That is why
he agrees to meet his old chum on what will be Woo’s final night.
Unfortunately, their heated meeting makes it too easy for the friend to
frame-up Kim for his murder.
Even
though he is already under suspicion, the Friend forces Kim to re-investigate cases
that will potentially reflect discredit on the Geumo police. The first few are
easier, because he was partly culpable, but they get trickier when he doesn’t
know which corners were cut.
The
mystery/thriller business in Shadow Detective maybe isn’t quite as
insidiously clever as writer Im Chang-se might hope, but it is a terrific
showcase for character-actor Lee Sung-min (who has been in a ton of films, like
The Witness and The Spy Gone North). Det. Kim is a great
character and Lee brings out all his prickly eccentricities, to their fullest.
He ages up a bit to portray him, but he does so completely convincingly.
It
is also jolly good fun to watch him curmudgeonly jawing with Det. Lee Sung-A,
the closest thing Kim has to a protégé. She is quite a down-to-business butt-kicker,
thanks to Kyung Soo-jin’s massively deadpan performance. Jin Goo is appropriately
slippery as Kook Jin-han, the hard-charging new major crimes detective, who is
determined to bust Kim. Kim Hong-fa is also entertainingly sleazy as Chief Seo,
just like he was in Chief of Staff (playing the sleazy mentor of the Squid
Game star’s girlfriend).
There are those who think Judge Jaeda King is too tough on criminals, or the “accused,”
if you prefer. Somehow, an armed takeover of her courtroom seems unlikely to
chill her out. The accused’s brother also did not understand how much training
Judge King had in martial arts and marksmanship. He and his private army are totally
out-of-order in director-screenwriter Wes Miller’s Call Her King, which
premieres this coming Thursday on BET Plus.
Judge
King’s court is the only one in session this morning. Apparently, this is for
security reasons, due to the intense interest in the case of accused
contract-killer Sean Samuels. However, nobody thought to increase the level of
security personnel. Its still just a handful of nearly-retired officers drinking
coffee around the magnetometers. Gabriel Samuels, a.k.a. “Black Caesar” is not
complaining.
Just
as King sentences Samuels to death, his brother comes in guns-blazing.
Presumably, this stunt will do some reputational damage to the Caesar’s
internet security company, but he seems to have a bigger plan than simply
freeing his brother. However, he did not count on Judge King and her chief of
security, John Stryker, being so resourceful. Soon, they are regrouping in King’s
chambers, with the convicted defendant and his neurotic lawyer, Jerry Spencer
(he’s no Gerry Spence), which is obviously super-awkward. Samuels claims he
knew nothing about his brother’s plans, but he continues to protest his
innocence.
So,
yeah, it’s a you-know-what in a courthouse. You have definitely seen better and
you have probably seen worse. However, Miller uses the siege as a soapbox to
air racial grievances regarding the U.S. justice system, but there is no meaningful
sociological or criminological analysis in Miller’s screenplay (like you can find here).
These Naval aviators are quite surprised to be training at an Airforce facility.
My late father, a former Naval aviator, might be turning over in his grave at
the very suggestion. This flight of Navy officers is particularly uncomfortable
there, because they happen to be the Navy’s team of women air-show
demonstration pilots. However, desperate times call for unorthodox measures and
a North Korea-like rogue state’s nuclear testing absolutely qualifies as a
crisis in Ashley L. Gibson’s Called to Duty, which releases tomorrow on
VOD.
The
“Wing Girls” are inspired by the WWII Women Airforce Service Pilots (WASPs),
but they are Navy instead of Air Force. Even though they are fulltime
active-duty, they are only supposed to make exhibition flights and not perform
combat operations. That is how their leader, Kaden “Country” Riebach reconciles
her service with her Christian faith. She really takes the “thou shalt not kill”
part seriously.
Serving
with cocky male pilots like Jeter “Ego” Ulter really tests her Christian charity.
Say what you will, but Ego has one of the most believable call signs of any
military aviation movie. He is also a jerk and Margo “Edge” Lee is not about to
let his sexist cracks slide. In fact, she is always spoiling for a fight. Yet,
the Wing Girls, Ulter, and several top Airforce pilots will have to work
together to pull off a strike on “North Kiyoung’s” nuclear program. There are a
lot of misgivings regarding the Wing Girls’ involvement, including from Country,
but the DOD is convinced they are only pilots agile enough to evade the North
Kiyoung anti-air defenses.
Between
its feminism and some characters’ Evangelical Christianity, there is something
in Called to Duty to alienate either side of the social spectrum—which we
should respect it for. Gibson and screenwriter Bobby Hammel never make things
too easy for the Wing Girls. Arguably, the messiness of their climactic mission
is much more realistic than the Top Gun films. However, it totally
sacrifices authenticity with the frequency with which major characters
disregard orders. That just doesn’t fly in any branch of the service. (In
contrast, the “S.O.S.” episode of Quantum Leap did a good job
establishing the significance of chain-of-command in military service.)
Despite
these credibility issues, Called to Duty is refreshingly patriotic. It
is no accident it is releasing right before the 4th of July.
Clearly, the filmmakers had a lot of sympathy for military personnel and their
families. Nevertheless, it is pretty weak of Hammel to create aliases for North
Korea, China, and Cuba. The truth is most of the potential audience for Called
to Duty would love to see a successful mission against any of those three terrorist-sponsoring
countries, so why not give it to us?
This rescue mission should not have been necessary. Biden’s withdrawal from
Afghanistan was strategically questionable, but the execution was a humiliating
horror show. The chaos also caught Zoe Walters’ missionary father by surprise
too. However, the U.S, military was so grateful for his help during the
evacuation, they redirect Master Chief Richard Mirko’s team to extract him and
his family. Sadly, little Zoe will be the only one left to save and Mirko is
the only surviving team-member who can save her in Johnny Strong & William
Kaufman’s Warhorse One, which opens this Friday in theaters.
Mirko’s
team were on their way to another mission when they reassigned to save the
Walters instead. Unfortunately, the team’s chopper is blown out of the sky, leaving
Mirko the only survivor. He wants to take the fight to the Taliban in the area,
but Commander Johns back at HQ keeps him on mission. Tragically, the same
Taliban faction also found the Walters’ transport. Only Zoe survived, because her
mother died shielding her.
Initially,
Zoe is also frightened of Mirko when he finds her. However, she starts to trust
him, because she recognizes the wounded sensitivity under his gruffness. When
you boil it down, Warhorse One is a lot like Man on Fire,
transplanted to the mountains of Afghanistan. Of course, that means each time
Mirko guns down a Taliban fanatic (and he blasts a lot of them), viewers get
some cathartic endorphins.
Frankly,
you have to give credit to Strong, who plays Mirko and co-wrote and co-directed
with Kaufman, because Warhorse One has enough slam-bang action to hang
with Extraction 2. The body count is impressive, but its depiction of
boots-on-the-ground warfighting is grounded in reality.