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.
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Cardinal Joseph Zen could use the unique sort of help Father Lorenzo Quart
provides, but unfortunately, the current Pope let him stand trial on bogus “national
security” charges without a single word of protest. Sadly, the Church has lost
its moral authority under Francis. While Quart often feels morally conflicted,
he always maintains the righteous path. That is not easy to do when you serve
as the Vatican’s armed troubleshooter. His latest case is a political
minefield. As one might anticipate, the intrigue soon leads to danger in Sergio
Dow’s The Man from Rome, adapted from Arturo Perez-Reverte’s novel The
Seville Communion, which releases this Friday on-demand and in theaters.
Two
dead bodies have been found in the wealthy Bruner’s family’s traditional church.
Perhaps they were accidents, but a mysterious hacker brought it to the Pope’s
personal attention by hacking his laptop. The Seville diocese wants to sell the
property to a dodgy developer, but Macarena Bruner is trying to exercise her
contested rights to block the sale, as ambiguously negotiated when her family
donated the land to the Church centuries ago. She also happens to be trying to
divorce the developer in question. There are a lot of old grudges in play,
including the Cardinal of Seville, whose reputation was tarnished during one of
Quart’s previous investigations into Church mismanagement.
Quart’s
inquiry will be fair and unbiased, but his values and personality are clearly
much more compatible with those the future Duquesa Bruner, and her sly mother,
the current Duquesa. However, there will be no monkey business, because Quart
is serious about his vows, despite his frequent differences with Vatican
policies. The truth is Quart was much more conflicted in Perez-Reverte’s novel.
Readers might remember a telling passage in which Quart debates whether to wear
a tie to meet Bruner at a fancy restaurant, but reverts back to his collar at
the last minute. That kind of ambivalence regarding his calling is missing from
Dow’s film.
Yet,
Man from Rome is still one of the better Perez-Reverte adaptations.
Roman Polanski swung for the fences and struck out when he adapted The Club
Dumas as The Ninth Gate. Dow and his battery of contributing writers
stripped down the source novel to a lean procedural (maybe too lean) and they
maintain the deliciously ironic final revelation. Frankly, most viewers will
not see it coming, because of their junk-culture conditioning.
It is sort of like A Simple Plan, but in Pittsburgh instead of rural
Minnesota. It turns out that is a more dangerous place to squabble over
misplaced drug money, considering how freely the Russian mob operates there.
Joe Washington’s dad worked as a mule for the “Thieves by Law,” until his
accidental death, but not before he stole 10 million dollars and a Lamborghini
we have yet to see. Not surprisingly, the Russian mob wants it all back in
creator Robb Cullen’s Average Joe, which is now streaming on BET Plus.
Washington
and his friends are struggling to get by. His wife Angela should see a
specialist and his daughter Jennifer will need college tuition. Leon
Montgomery’s hardware store is barely scraping by, while their friend Benjamin
“Touch” Tuchawuski, a white desk-cop, as they frequently point out, is wracked
with guilt over a family tragedy. Nobody would have thought Washington’s dad
had ten million bucks laying around, so he is quite surprised when the Russian
gangsters start asking for it, in a rather rude manner.
Quite
awkwardly, one of them happens to be Dimitri Dzhugashvili, his daughter’s
boyfriend. Frankly, Washington never really liked him, even before
Dzhugashvili’s goon started breaking his fingers. However, ten million would
solve a lot of problems. They would solve a lot of problems for Montgomery and
Tuchawuski too, who also get involved. Despite their clueless reluctance,
Washington’s family and Montgomery’s true crime-binging wife Cathy soon also get
mired in their scheme.
Based
on the first two episodes, Average Joe is surprisingly funny, in a
one-darned-thing-after-another kind of way, especially the second episode,
which really leans into the morbid humor. Cullen and the writing team have
already buried Washington in a host of troubles worthy of an average Job. They
also have a decent handle on how the Thieves By Law operate. Generally
speaking, it is not a good idea to cross them.
Umberto Eco became an international bestseller with a mystery about a poisoned
book. Yet, probably nobody better loved the look and touch of the printed page,
especially those in ancient volumes, than he did. Despite knowing better, he
rarely used gloves while perusing the rare, centuries-old tomes in his 50,000-volume
collection. David Ferrario takes viewers into the Eco library, to examine the
philosophical ideas and eccentric academic fascinations of the late great
writer in Umberto Eco: A Library of the World.
Obviously,
Eco was not an internet kind of guy. He likens it to the information overload
that plagues that hapless central character of Jorge Luis Borges’ “Funes the Memorious,”
who was driven mad by his ability to remember every single little detail of his
life, no matter how trivial. It does rather make sense Eco was a Borges kind of
guy, even though the Argentine fantasist was not writing in the 17th
Century.
Ferrario
is particularly interested in Eco’s pessimistic view on the long-term epistemological
impact of the internet. To over-simplify matters, he did see a potential for it
to make people dumber rather than smarter. He spoke of three types of memory: the
organic stored in brains, the vegetal stored on wood and paper, and the mineral
stored in silicon. He rather liked the vegetal version.
Eco
also had a passion for Athanasius Kircher, a German Jesuit who wrote richly
detailed studies of the natural sciences that were almost entirely wrong. Yet,
the systemic logic of his “alternate science” fascinated Eco. It is easy to see
the influence of Kircher’s hermetic world view and the rare occult and alchemy books
Eco also collected in his novels. Weirdly though, Ferrario spends very little
on Eco’s fiction and almost none on the conspiratorial Foucault’s Pendulum,
which seems like his most relevant novel for our current times.
Each
section of Ferrario’s library culminates in an Eco monologue recited by one of
the author’s admirers, in a suitably cinematic library setting. The selections
emphasize Eco as an epistemologist. Each reflects his talent for language, but
several boil down to rather pithy arguments that a bibliophile affix to their
fridge with a cat magnet. However, the writer’s literary fans will learn a good
deal about Eco the family man, through warmly engaging interviews with his
widow, daughter, son, grandson, and protégé.
How many times must the citizens of Iran take to the streets to protest
their oppressive clerical regime, before the governments of the liberal West
finally do something tangible to support them? Sadly, we are still asking. Who
in the Biden administration could object to the most recent Iranian protest
slogan: “women, life, freedom?” It is indeed Iranian women who were at the
forefront of the latest round of protests and it has been Iranian women who
have been dying as a result. Drawing on a wealth of protest footage posted (at
least temporarily) to social media and authenticated by third parties, Nightline
documents the demonstrations and the regime’s brutal response in director Majed
Neisi’s “Inside the Iranian Uprising,” which premieres on digital this Thursday.
It
all started with the murder Mahsa (Jina) Amini, a Kurdish Iranian woman, who
died in a Tehran hospital, after having been arrested by the Iranian Morality
Police. Her story went viral throughout Iran and around the world, after
reporters (one of whom, Niloofar Hamedi, has since been arrested) published
photos of Amini in a coma and her parents grieving in the hospital.
Many
women were so outraged, they took to the streets, burning their hijabs in public
protests, even though that very definitely made them targets for the same savagery
that killed Amini. One of those was Nika Shakarami, a 16-year-old YouTube
influencer, who mysteriously disappeared after burning her hijab in a protest,
until the government finally produced her body nine days later, claiming she
was the victim of a highly convenient suicide.
Yet,
some of the most horrific accounts of torture in this Frontline report
come from men, like the medical student who bravely offers an on-camera description
of how he was sodomized with a police baton. Neisi and the Frontline producers
mask the identity of another torture victim, using a British voice actor to
overdub his shocking account of how the so-called Morality Police raped him and
another man while they were in custody.
The Securitas cash depot heist remains the UK’s largest cash robbery in
history. Showtime took that one on with the multi-part doc Catching Lightning.
The Brinks-Mat heist was the largest gold score. If you own British jewelry
crafted after the 1983 robbery, it is thought you most likely have some of the
boosted bullion mixed into your bling. Obviously, it was a high-profile crime,
but the investigation broke somewhat new ground pursuing those who fenced,
smelted, laundered, and invested the illegal fruits of the crime. The
investigation and pursuit of the guilty parties are solid grist for creator-writer
Neil Forsyth’s six-part true crime drama The Gold, produced by the BBC,
which premieres tomorrow on Paramount Plus.
Brian
Boyce was a legend at Scotland Yard for his service in Northern Ireland.
Initially, leading the Brinks-Mat special task force looks and feels like a
demotion, but he soon realizes the case might encompass some of the corrupt
elements within the Metropolitan Police he has long resented. Nicki Jennings
and Tony Brightwell are not part of that clique, which is why Boyce keeps the “Flying
Squad” members on the case.
Stumbling
upon the bullion was a happy surprise for Micky McAvoy and his accomplices, but
they were not prepared to move it. Fortunately, he knew Kenneth Noye and John
Palmer, dodgy gold dealers with a long history of criminal associations, who developed
a method to smelt off the serial numbers and create a fraudulent paper trail,
to sell the gold back into the market.
Noye
also has a few semi-secret allies. He happens to be a Freemason, as is Neville
Carter, a highly placed cop in Metropolitan HQ. Thanks to their uniformed
brothers, Noye has been able to operate with impunity throughout his career.
Carter is also a link to fellow freemason Edwyn Cooper, a social-climbing
lawyer, who married into an impeccable establishment family. Cooper will set up
the shell companies, the Swiss accounts, and the real estate investments, but
he will never directly touch any of the cash.
Everyone
should be insulated from everything except their own link in the chain, which
makes the case particularly frustrating for Boyce’s honest cops to investigate,
especially with the UK’s minimal early 1980s bank reporting regulations. That
makes the step-by-step detective work to reveal the conspiracy so fascinating.
However,
that Freemasonry business is no joke. At one point Boyce literally calls the Freemasons
within the Metropolitan force the “hidden hand.” It all sounds very weird,
almost like the Birchers discussing the Council on Foreign Relations. Yet,
apparently, this somewhat resonates in the UK. In the late 1990s, Labour Home
Secretary led a movement to force Freemasons to disclose their membership
before when up for judicial or police appointments.
Despite
the conspiratorial tone, the procedural elements are highly compelling.
Regardless of who belonged to what lodge, the major developments of the case
largely follow the historical record, including all the criminal trials depicted.
Their audience could use a good laugh, but they are forbidden to clap. In
1942, the Femina Theatre in the Warsaw Ghetto did indeed open a door-slamming musical
farce written by Jerzy Jurandot. On the surface, it would seem to have little
relevance to lives of its audience and cast. However, as the characters
on-stage shift partners, the participants in a backstage love triangle wrestle with some life-and-death questions, as
well as whom they plan to face them with in Rodrigo Cortes’s Love Gets a Room,
which releases today in theaters and on-demand.
Stefcia
is a survivor, as we see from the way she navigates the ghetto in the opening
sequence, helping others to survive grim encounters with their German captors,
on her way to the theaters. The play is Jerzy Jurandot’s Love Gets a Room,
which would explain the film’s seemingly inapt title. Rather awkwardly, Stefcia
stars as the newlywed wife of her torch-carrying ex-lover Patrik, while
co-starring with her current lover Edmund, who plays the husband of her friend
Ada.
In
the play-within-the-play, both couples are assigned the same apartment by the
Ghetto’s Jewish Council, so they decide to make the best of it and live
together. Of course, during the course of the stage play, the four newlyweds
inevitably start to fall in love with their opposite’s mates. Behind the
scenes, Patrik reveals he has bribed a National Socialist officer to allow him
to escape. He wants Stefcia to come with him, even though he knows she no
longer loves him. Somewhat to her annoyance, Edmund wants her to agree, because
it is clear by this point what will happen to those who remain in the Ghetto.
Apparently,
most of the film unfolds in real-time during the performance of Jurandot’s
play, which was reconstructed for Cortes’s film. The text and lyrics all
survived, but new era-appropriate music was composed by Victor Reyes. However,
their performance is not entirely faithful. As the intrigue grows backstage,
cues are missed, requiring some rather raggedy improvisation.
Yet,
that is all part of the intelligence of Cortes’ screenplay and his success
realizing it on-screen. Cortes has been off-the-radar since the disappointment
of Red Lights, but Love Gets a Room represents a significant creative
comeback. The parallels between on-stage and backstage are cleverly executed
and the long tracking shots give the film a sense of dramatic tension akin to
live stage performance.
Say what you will about the French, but back in the day, they certainly had
a flair for public executions. The ominous sight of the guillotine blade slowly
going up and quickly coming down really made an impression. Thesp-turned-director
Ida Lupino capitalized on that inherent drama in one of the nine episodes she
directed for the classic Boris Karloff-hosted anthology series Thriller.
A convicted murderer hatches a plan to cheat the blade, but irony might still
kill him in “Guillotine,” which screens Saturday at UCLA.
This
episode of Thriller will be presented as part of a sort of triple-crown
of macabre anthology episodes helmed by Lupino. Some of us might rank Outer
Limits above Alfred Hitchcock Presents¸ but nobody will argue with The
Twilight Zone and real fans will defend Thriller to our dying
breaths. “Guillotine” is from the second season, so we no longer get the
catch-phrase: “As sure as my name is Boris Karloff, this is a thriller.” However,
this episode introduces the guest stars as severed heads falling into a basket.
It is a crude super-imposed video trick by today’s standard, but the spirit is
still delightfully ghoulish.
Robert
Lamont was sentenced to death for murdering his wife Babette’s lover, which
makes her feel rather guilty. Evidently, if the executioner, a.k.a. Monsieur de
Paris, the “headman,” blows off the appointment, or dies himself before a successor
is announced, the accused walks free—sort of like when the rope broke in the Old
West gallows. Therefore, Lamont asks his wife to repeat her infidelity, to keep
his head attached. If she can’t keep him in bed, then she should put him into
the ground.
Film
Noir was definitely Lupino’s forte, as you can see from this stylish episode.
Even though it is not supernatural in nature (unlike some episodes), her dark
visual sensibilities give this historical Thriller an almost gothic feel.
If the Hollywood industrial complex will stealth-censor The French Connection, how long will it be before they remove the “problematic” parts
from Midnight Cowboy? Don’t immediately dismiss the notion. After all, Popeye
Doyle’s censored racist comments were intended as the opposite of an
endorsement—and the French Connection won more Oscar’s than John
Schlesinger’s X-rated best picture winner. Instead of pondering this question,
Nancy Buirski’s interview subjects spend a lot of time talking about the Vietnam
war and the cultural climate of the late 1960s in the awkwardly titled Desperate
Souls, Dark City and the Legend of Midnight Cowboy (it is also missing a serial
comma), which opens tomorrow in New York.
According
to the talking heads, the era of Midnight Cowboy was the best of times
and the worst of times. The film faithfully captured the gritty, sleazy desperation
of New York City when it was literally teetering on the brink of financial
collapse. Yet, it was greenlighted at a time when the studios were giving talented
young filmmakers virtual carte blanche, provided they work within reasonable
budget constraints.
It
was also a time when major studio films were including increasing explicit
sexual content. Midnight Cowboy was also one of the first films to
depict homosexuality, in dangerous underground encounters that make Jon Voigt’s
Joe Buck character freak out in rather homophobic ways. Apparently, this was
all made possible by the Vietnam protest movement, which Desperate Souls etc.
etc. discusses almost as much as Schlesinger’s film. It also clearly
pre-supposes the audience only shares the New Left’s perspective, showing no
affinity for the experiences of veterans, their families, or the Vietnamese
boat people, who desperately fled for their lives after the fall of Saigon.
Perhaps
more “problematic” is the uncritical discussion of screenwriter Waldo Salt’s
blacklisting during the McCarthy Era. The Blacklist was an ugly practice, yet we
know with certainty from the Venona decryptions, the CPUSA (which Salt had joined)
worked hand-and-glove with the KGB and NKVD. Are you happy Putin has threatened
Ukraine with nuclear weapons? Then thank former CPUSA party members, like Harry
Gold and Julius Rosenberg, who revealed the secrets of the atom bomb to Stalin.
Frankly,
the only interesting sequences in Desperate Souls are Jon Voigt’s
interview segments discussing his involvement with the counter-culture at the
time, given his current standing as Hollywood’s most outspoken Trump supporter.
You could say he always was a rebel.
This portal fantasy world keeps bankers’ hours: nine to five, Japanese time.
To get there, seven troubled middle-schoolers literally travel through the
looking glass. What they find is more like a clubhouse than Narnia, but its
rules still need to be respected in Keiichi Hara’s Lonely Castle in the Mirror,
from GKIDS, which screens today and tomorrow nationwide.
Kokoro
has almost entirely stopped attending school, after the bullying she faced
drastically intensified, but she is too ashamed to explain it to her parents. Just
when she really sinks into depression, “Ms. Wolf” pulls Kokoro through her
mirror to a remote, fantastical castle, entirely surrounded by water, where six
other confused middle schoolers are waiting.
They
will have the run of the place until one of them finds a magic wish-granting
key. Once they wish for their heart’s desire, all seven will lose their
memories of the strange castle and of each other. Until then, they can spend as
much time there as they like, as long as they leave by five. If they are caught
after hours, they will be eaten by “the Wolf.”
Slowly,
the seven become friends and discover the secrets they have in common. There
always seem to be exceptions to their conclusions, but there are always good reasons
for them. It is not entirely unfair to think of Lonely Castle as a Breakfast
Club portal fantasy, but there is more to it than that. For one thing, it
riffs on Little Red Riding Hood (Ms. Wolf sometimes even refers to the
seven misfits as her “Riding Hoods”), much in the same way Belle riffed
on Beauty & the Beast.
Cycling's greatest showpiece event has lost seven years of its history. With that
in mind, Greg LeMond’s final 1990 Tour de France victory does not seem quite as
long ago. That was the last time an American won the Tour, fair and square. However,
LeMond’s 1989 Tour de France was more dramatic and more hard-fought. Alex
Holmes chronicles LeMond’s career, placing special focus on the 1989 Tour de
France in the documentary, The Last Rider, which opens this Friday in
New York.
Greg
LeMond was the great American cycling hope, at a time when most Americans
hardly spared a thought for the sport. The young cyclist’s talent was so
evident, he was recruited for the legendary Bernard Hinault’s team. After
helping Hinault win his fifth Tour de France, LeMond was promised 1986 would be
his turn. However, he was betrayed by his team, his coach, and his mentor. John
Dower’s excellent documentary Slaying the Badger covered that race stage-by-stage,
whereas Holmes gives the broad strokes, saving the fine detail for the 1989
Tour. In between, LeMond suffered a life-threatening hunting accident that
temporarily shattered his body and his confidence.
Nobody
expected LeMond to be in contention when he returned to the Tour de France in
1989. Most of the attention was on Pedro Delgado (one of the film’s other
primary talking heads) and Laurent Fignon, who died in 2010. Each rider had his
highs and lows. However, Fignon’s nasty behavior in the media does not exactly
burnish his reputation.
Holmes
previously featured Greg LeMond and his wife Kathy at great length in Lance Armstrong: Stop at Nothing, an expose of Armstrong’s criminal enterprise
and his attempts to smear critics, like the LeMonds. Holmes’s two cycling docs
and Dower’s film together provide a comprehensive portrait of LeMond. However,
each film individually fully establishes the cyclist as a sympathetic underdog
champion, of tremendous resilience and integrity. Obviously, he is a much more
worthy role model than Armstrong ever was.
Mo Washington is part “Little Joe” Monahan (who was the inspiration for the
Suzy Amis western, The Ballad of Little Jo) and part Mary Fields, the
legendary black old west mail-carrier, who also famously toted a shotgun.
Washington has passed for a man since she enlisted in the Buffalo Soldiers. She
has ambitions to settle down and build a community, but killing keeps following
her in Anthony Mandler’s Surrounded, which releases tomorrow on VOD.
Washington
has a gold claim and a dream, but every step of her journey to Colorado is
fraught with peril. New Mexico will be where the sagebrush really hits the fan.
Despite having a ticket, the racist shotgun-rider forces her to sit on back
jump seat of the coach. Wheeler, a lawman passenger, is maybe a little
sympathetic to “him,” as he assumes her to be, but only so to an extent.
Nevertheless,
when the notorious Tommy Walsh Gang attacks the coach, Wheeler is happy to have
Washington’s steady Remington on his side. With her help, they overcome the
bandits and capture Walsh, but at a high cost. The coach is lost and perhaps
Washington’s dreams with it. Bizarrely, Wheeler leaves Washington to guard
Walsh, because holding a gun on a white guy, even bandit like Walsh, is such a
comfortable place for him (her) to be in 1870 New Mexico. However, Walsh can
see her for who she is. Thus begins a long night of verbal sparring.
Despite
the High Plains Drifter-style hat, Letitia Wright cannot
convincingly pass for a guy. Yet, weirdly, Surrounded makes that a virtue,
emphasizing how “unseen” Washington moves through life. Walsh’s marginal status
gives him a small degree of understanding, which makes his temptations and
mind-games very effective drama.
Los Angeles is an unusually hard city for firefighters. The climate is dry,
the winds frequently shift, and crime is sky-high. Station 16 in Watts
typically responds to very different calls than Station 37 in Palmdale,
surrounding by highly combustible desert brush. However, every station keeps
incredibly busy. At least that provides a lot of material for the new reality
series LA Fire & Rescue, co-executive produced by Dick Wolf, which
premieres this Wednesday on NBC.
The
format is recognizable. It is basically Cops, without cops. Of course,
the firefighters work closely with the LAPD and Sheriff’s Department, but the
series does its best to minimize the presence of lawmen. In this case, viewers
also see a little bit of the firefighters’ personal lives and personalities.
Captain Dan Olivas maybe gets the most screentime in the first three episodes
(provided for review), because of the way he enjoys joshing with his station-mates
at the 16—and getting joshed right back. It is also largely the same at home,
with his big, loving family, including a grown son currently at the fire
academy.
Throughout
the first two episodes, viewers see how rampant crime makes their jobs so much more
difficult. In the opener, “Best Job in the World,” Station 16 responds to a gas
station fire, where a car involved in a high-speed police chase took out a live
gas pump. Then, in the second episode, “Three Alarm,” the same station must
tend to a man suffering head trauma resulting from a random attack with a lead
pipe.
Station
16 certainly gets plenty of work, but Station 41 in Compton out-paces them for
title of LA’s busiest station. That is why they have never been assigned a “boot”
(probationary officer still completing training), until now. On her first
shift, she responded to twenty-six calls. Fortunately, she has a conscientious mentor
in Captain Scott Woods.
Watching
LA Fire & Rescue certainly gives viewers a renewed appreciation for
first responders. Usually, there is one major emergency teased throughout the
show, supplemented by several serious, but less potentially catastrophic (from
a civic perspective) calls to illustrate the department’s everyday life saving
work.
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Switzerland has gone fascist. Maybe it was funded by some of those Swiss accounts
looted during WWII, the last time the Swiss were showing some fascist tendencies.
Cheese is the instrument of control for President (for life) Meili. It makes
the Swiss people docile and stupid. Consumption is mandatory and lactose intolerance
has been criminalized. However, Meili’s storm-troopers pick the wrong mountain
lass to mess with in Johannes Hartmann & (“co-director”) Sandro Klopfstein’s
Mad Heidi, which has a special nationwide Fathom Events screening this
coming Wednesday.
It
is still relatively peaceful up in the Swiss Alps, where the orphaned Heidi
lives with her grandfather Alpohl, a former revolutionary, when she isn’t rolling
in the hayloft with Goat Peter, a (not so lonely) goatherd and underground
fromager. Unfortunately, there will be no mercy when Kommandant Knorr busts
Goat Peter for illegal cheese trafficking. After his summary execution, she is
sent to a women’s prison clearly inspired by nazisploitation movies, such as Ilsa,
She-Wolf of the SS.
Being
behind bars with predatory body-building women will make Heidi stronger, instead
of breaking her. However, she will need help from the spirits of Helvetian warriors
to reach her full battle potential.
If
you believe Troma represents the pinnacle of cinematic accomplishment than Mad
Heidi will be your kind of movie. Yet, the truth is: it is a little too
much like Hobo with a Shotgun. The gory mayhem is often more
mean-spirited than humorous. It is the sort of mash-up than requires the ambience
of a rowdy late-night theater audience to distract from its shortcomings (and
the relentless cruelty it depicts). It certainly makes sense for Fathom to
screen it as a special one-off, which is the only way anyone should consider
seeing it.
Apparently, if you want to kill Tyler Rake, you must drop him in a vat of molten steel,
like Robert Patrick in T2. When we last saw Rake in the first film, he fell
off a very large bridge in Bangladesh after getting riddled with bullets.
However, the film established he could hold his breath under water for a very
long time, so there’s that. Regardless, Rake is still alive, so best of luck to
all the bad guys who try to kill him in Sam Hargrave’s Extraction 2,
which premieres today on Netflix.
At
least #2 acknowledges things really looked bad for Rake. As a result, he spends
weeks in a coma before undergoing months of rehab. His merc boss Nik Khan just
wants him to quietly retire so he can work on all the emotional issues that fueled
his near-death wish, but that won’t be happening.
Instead,
he agrees to rescue his estranged ex-wife’s sister, young niece, and annoying pre-teen
nephew from the heckhole Georgian Republic prison, where they are forced to
live with the druglord brother-in-law. Clearly, Davit Radiani still has the
juice to demand such accommodations, despite being convicted of murdering an
American DEA agent. Understandably, being incarnated with the abusive Radiani
is slowly killing Ketevan and her children, but the worshipful Sandro is too
brainwashed to see his father’s true nature, or that of his psychotic uncle
Zurab. Regardless, Rake will bust them out anyway, whether Sandro likes it or
not, with the reluctant help and considerable logistical support provided by
Khan and her younger brother Yaz.
The
first Extraction, also helmed by Hargrove and written by the Russo
Brothers and graphic novelist Andre Parks, had plenty of action and considerable
body-count, but #2 surpasses it in all ways. As fans would expect, Chris
Hemsworth’s Rake is still quite a one-man killing machine.
However,
the big news is how Iranian exile Golshifteh Farahani really comes into her own
as a breakout action star. Khan was also part of the climactic shoot-out in #1,
but she possibly caps as many bad guys in #2 as Rake does. She is in the thick
of it, right from the start, but it is not to make any stilted statement. Khan
and Rake are really partners in the on-screen action (technically, he works for
her, but you get the point).
That
said, Hemsworth still anchors the most brutal hand-to-hand beatdown, as Rake
escorts Ketevan through a full-on prison riot, which even overshadows the
complicated escape sequence it bleeds into, involving cars, helicopters, and a
speeding train. #2 features an extended 21-minute long-take, but viewers will
not really notice the technique, because the stunt work is so intense.
According to traditional Korean beliefs, it is best to keep newborn babies and
their parents sequestered for the first twenty-one days, to prevent
contamination from evil spirits and taboo-related bad vibes. If that sounds
ridiculous, try arguing the point from the 13th floor of a New York high-rise
built within the last twenty years. Obviously, we humor some superstitions in
the West. Woo-jin takes the same approach towards his wife Hae-min and her
super-superstitious mother. However, when he attends his ex’s funeral against Hae-min’s
wishes, he brings home something sinister in Park Kang’s Seire, which
releases today on VOD.
Woo-jin
is rather surprised to find himself here. One year prior, he broke up with his
long-term girlfriend Se-young, because of rather profoundly differing relationship
goals. Yet, after marrying Hae-min (rather quickly), here Woo-jin is—a new
father. Then he gets a text announcing Se-young’s funeral.
Hae-min
urgently argues against Woo-jin attending, but he feels dutybound to go. Much
to his surprise, Se-young has, or rather had, a perfectly identical twin,
Ye-young. It is incredibly awkward, for reasons that are largely his fault.
When he gets home, strange things start happening. First their fruit takes a
rotten turn. Soon, Hae-min insists Woo-jin engage in drastic folk remedies, but
he is distracted by a suspicious chance encounter with Ye-young.
As
horror films go, the slow burn of Seire is particularly slow, but the
burn scorches deeply. This is an incredibly dark and moody film, because Park’s
execution is unusually accomplished, especially for a feature debut. Credit should
also go to Hwang Gyeong-hyeon’s forebodingly atmospheric cinematography.
Movies based on comedy sketches have a pretty spotty track-record. Remember films
like It’s Pat and Night at the Roxbury? The trend continues. The
misses out-number the hits in this slasher satire, but the shortage of kills really
undermines the genre cred of Tim Story’s The Blackening, which opens
tomorrow in theaters.
There
is a cabin in the woods and there is an evil game, like Uncanny Annie, Game of Death, Ouija, Beyond the Gates, or whatever. The twist is this sinister
board game has a blatantly racist theme. If you do not play you die. If you do
play, you probably still die, but at least you play for some time. It did not
work out so well in the prologue for Morgan and Shawn, the organizers of this
weekend reunion for their old college friends. At first, they were psyched to
see their Airbnb had a game room, but then the “Blackening” game sealed their
fate.
Of
course, they are nowhere to be found when the rest of the guests show up.
Nevertheless, they all pick right back up where they left off, playing the same
drinking games and busting the same chops. However, they are surprised to learn
the strait-laced Clifton was also invited. They never really liked him, so when
the game calls for a scapegoat, he is the one they chose.
It
is not like they really wanted to play. Unfortunately, the unseen host has
remote control over all the doors and windows. The Jigsaw-like figure is also holding
one of their friends, so they really do not have much choice. Yet, for horror (ostensibly), the
ultimate survival rate is bizarrely high.
Frankly,
The Blackening is not nearly as clever as it thinks it is. It wants the
respect of The Menu or Us, but it is written at a level that is
barely a step above the Scary Movie franchise. By far, the film’s best elements
are the character of Clifton and Jermaine Fowler’s portrayal of the unexpected
guest, both of which are so sharp, they largely subvert screenwriters Tracy
Oliver and Dewayne Perkins’ exhaustingly didactic messaging.
Thrillers about women escaping abusive relationships with men are often pitched
with the term “toxic masculinity.” There will be no toxicity applied to this
film, but poor Billie would probably be safer dating Archie Bunker than her
current girlfriend, Alex. She has a bad feeling terrible things have happened
in her life since they met, but she cannot put her finger on anything specific,
beyond a few fragmentary visions in Kelley Kali’s Jagged Mind, which premieres
today on Hulu.
Viewers
will see Billie meet Alex in a bar, several times, for the first time.
Evidently, she has a family history of neurological problems that cause cognitive
issues, so she already had cause for medical concern. Unfortunately, Billie is
starting to blackout and experience time in a non-linear fashion. Alex is
determined to take care of her, but she also deliberately isolates Billie from
her friends and support network.
Kali
and screenwriter Allyson Morgan make it clear from the start that Alex is big,
big trouble, but keep the secrets of what she is doing and how reasonably shrouded
until the third act. Jagged Mind is either a light horror movie or a
very dark thriller with fantastical elements, but it is different and
surprisingly effective. It is also a rare film that explores the darkside of Haitian
magic, without digging up any zombies.
Billie’s
breakdowns and disjointed perception of reality are critically important,
because they offer clues to her situation and build the tension. Fortunately,
Kali realizes them quite adroitly. In fact, they are sufficiently sinister to
tilt the film into horror territory for a lot of viewers.
Anyone who happens to be named “Maggie Moore” will probably get some ribbing
over this film during the next few days. Fortunately for them, it will then be
largely forgotten. In the movie, two unfortunate women with that name happen to
get murdered days apart. Like viewers, Police Chief Jordan Sanders believes it
is too coincidental to be a coincidence in John Slattery’s Maggie Moore(s),
which releases this Friday in theaters and on VOD.
The
first Maggie Moore we see die is actually Maggie Moore #2, in the awkward and unnecessary
in media res prologue, before Slattery shows us Maggie Moore #1. She had the
great misfortune to discover her husband Jay has unknowingly traded manila
envelopes full of explicit under-age sexual material to Tommy T, in exchange
for expired food to serve at his failing sub shop (maybe “Jared from Subway” is
a customer). Right off the bat, you might have an inkling Slattery and
screenwriter Paul Bernbaum have trouble finding the right vibe for their extremely
dark material.
Even
though Jay Moore apparently did not know what he was passing along, Maggie Moore
#1 still understandably freaks, so Tommy T puts him in touch with Kosco, a deaf
hired thug, to “handle” her. To Jay M’s partial “surprise,” he handles her
permanently. Through a mildly odd chain of events, the newly widowed Moore
happens to know there is another Maggie Moore in town, which gets him thinking.
That will mean more work for Sanders, but at least this case introduces him to
Maggie Moore #1’s next-door-neighbor, Rita Grace. She is a nosy divorcee. He is
a sensitive widower. They could be perfect together, if neither of them
sabotages it—but that’s unlikely.
Maggie
Moore(s) (just
try writing a review of this film without accidentally calling it Maggie
May(s), six or eight times) could have been a slyly amusing film, but
Bernbaum needed ten or twelve further drafts to iron out all the kinks. Instead,
this film will leave viewers baffled, with a severe case of whiplash from the
tonal shifts. One minute, it is a genial rom-com about middle-aged misfits
taking a second chance at love. Then, suddenly, innocent people are getting
viciously murdered over packets of illegal pornography.
Few writers have been ripped-off as much as Agatha Christie. Seriously, how
many And then There Were None clones have you seen? With that in mind, who
could blame the Christie estate for cutting some licensing deals that are rather
distantly related to her printed words? Swedish television developed a series
based on Sven Hjerson, the meta creation of Hercule Poirot’s occasional companion,
mystery writer Ariadne Oliver. Similarly, French TV has very loosely adapted
some of Christie’s mysteries, with completely original characters in the ongoing
series Agatha Christie’s Criminal Games. After seasons set in the 1930s
and 1960s, the mysteries shift to the “Me Decade” when the ten-episode Agatha
Christie’s Criminal Games: The 1970’s premieres today on MHz Choice.
In
some ways, Captain Annie Greco is a feminist trailblazer, but she is also a
tough cop, freshly assigned to city of Lille. Most of her insubordinate subordinate
detectives are both sexist and incompetent, but Max Baretta has promise. His
deductive instincts are not bad, but he has been banished to file room, because
of his anger management issues.
Greco
assigns Baretta as her partner, but his career resuscitation will come at a
price. He must attend sessions with Rose Bellecour, the extremely fashionable
psychologist they meet on their first case. Thanks to her parents’ cosmetic
company, Bellecour has become the confidant of actress Anna Miller, whose
co-star (and abusive ex) has just been murdered.
As
the only episode of the season largely “inspired” by a particular Christie
novel, Endless Night, it is not surprising the like-titled episode is
one of the most successful of the 1970’s. It also has one of the best
guest-starring turns from Romane Portail as Miller. Those who prefer to watch
rather than read Dame Agatha might know the 1972 film with Britt Eklund and
George Sanders. If so, they can surely guess the killer, but that means Flore
Kosinetz and Helene Lombard rather faithfully adapted it for Criminal Games.
The
other episodes, which are almost wholly original, are more hit or miss. However,
it is worth noting “The Mice will Play” incorporates elements of The
Mousetrap, with a mystery that
hinges on an unwanted baby given up years prior. Poor Baretta also has a rare
chance for healthy romance with Flore, an up-scale” “hospitality worker,”
nicely played by Aude Legastelois.
Unfortunately, the bickering cats-and-dogs
chemistry between Arthur Dupont and Chloe Chaudoye as Baretta and Bellecour gets
very tiresome. Emillie Gavois-Kahn wears much better on viewers’ nerves over
time as the no-nonsense Greco. However, her supposed obliviousness to the
romantic interests of Jacques Blum, the coroner, also starts to wear thin. Furthermore,
the hippy-dippiness of her new residence, the Nirvana Hotel, really gets
shticky.
This film crew has made a horrible mistake with their props. They thought
they were filming a vampire movie, so they are well-equipped with wooden
stakes, but they will be stalked by a werewolf instead. As horror specialists,
they should be able to pivot quickly, but their bickering and disorganization makes
them easy prey in Dominic Brunt’s amusing werewolf comedy Scream of the Wolf,
which releases tomorrow on VOD and DVD.
The
shoot is almost over, but the alcoholic star, Oliver Lawrence, would hardly
know it. He looks a lot like fellow vampire thesp Jonathan Frid, but his
drunken eruptions into Shakespeare soliloquys also suggest a good bit of John
Carradine too. Fiona the 1st A.D. somewhat indulges him, because she
is a fan—at least she was—but she and Derek, the director, constantly scramble
to keep him away from the bottle. Two “journalists” from a horror magazine are
expected for a set-visit, but they will not arrive in one piece. Instead, the
crew stumbles over their severed limbs and a dying corpse.
Frankly,
none of them should have been there. The production was supposed to vacate the
rented manor before the full moon. Of course, the slimy producer wanted had to
stretch out the shoot, to accommodate the publicity event. That kind of shameless,
self-centered Hollywood-wannabe behavior constantly makes the situation worse
for everyone.
You
can tell from the opening credits Brunt and screenwriters Joel Ferrari and Pete
Wild love a lot of the Hammer and Universal monster movies that you and I do.
Admittedly, it starts a little slow, but the werewolf design is pretty cool.
There is also a terrific extended stinger that explains the origin of the wolf.
James
Fleet (from Bridgerton and Four Weddings and a Funeral) is very
amusing as the hammy, drunken Lawrence. Fans will see a lot of their favorites
in him, especially the aforementioned Carradine. Frankly, Fleet outshines just
about everyone, but Stephen Mapes is also spectacularly sleazy as Peter, the
dirtbag producer.
The picturesque Austrian village of Altaussee probably boasts the only
working mine that also features an art exhibit. There is a good reason for
that. During WWII, the salt mine served as the secret hiding place for art
looted by the National Socialist regime. You might remember scenes of its liberation
in George Clooney’s The Monuments Men. Screenwriter-director tells the
story from the perspective of the miners in Secret of the Mountain,
which premieres Tuesday on MHz Choice.
Sepp
Rottenbacher keeps himself to himself, but not his childhood friend, Franz
Mittenjager, who is widely known to supply food to the band of deserters encamped
in the mountains. That secret is a little too open for his own safety, but his
equally rebellious wife Leni would not have it any other way. Slowly but
surely, the villagers are also becoming more defiant, as they receive news of
the Axis’s military defeats.
The
mines might not seem like a good place to store art, but the temperature and
humidity in the deeper shafts were almost perfect. Their depth also provided
protection from Allied bombing runs. Unfortunately, Hitler decided to destroy
the Altaussee mine and all the art stored within, as part of his scorched earth
strategy. Blowing up the art would also obliterate the village’s primary source
of employment. Of course, the fanatical National Socialists do not care, but the
catastrophic prospect finally shakes Rottenbacher out of his apathy.
Even
though Secret in the Mountain was produced for Austrian television, but
it is a high-quality period production, with some surprisingly sophisticated
characterization. Unlike many “reluctant heroes,” who cannot hardly wait for
their awakening of conscience, Rottenbacher’s change of heart is a bitter,
hard-fought process. Likewise, the miners’ “courtship” of SS Officer Ernst
Kaltenbrunner to countermand the Altaussee’s standing orders for destruction gives
the film an ironic twist. However, it is worth noting Zerhau’s screenplay
largely lets the mining village off the hook for collaboration, while
short-changing the efforts of the American Monuments Men to secure the
imperiled art beneath Altaussee.
Considering the Soviets repurposed concentration camps into gulags after WWII, it is
hardly surprising East Germany found new uses for an uncompleted Nazi resort on
the Baltic Sea. The nearly three-mile eight-building complex never had an
explicitly military purpose while Hitler was in power, but the ideology guiding
its construction and its subsequent use during the socialist regime make its
current mixed-use (hotels, luxury condos, and a youth hostel) quite
controversial. Mat Rappaport explores the structures’ history and significance
in the documentary, Touristic Intents, which opens Monday in LA.
The
“Colossus of Prora” was supposed to host up to 20,000 loyal vacationing Germans
in equal egalitarian comfort. It was conceived by the National Socialist labor
organization Strength Through Joy as a place where working-class German union
members could vacation like the privileged bourgeoisie. It was never completely
finished, but it served as temporary barracks for concentration camp support staff
during the war. Although it would not have had high strategic value, it
arguably still would have been a legitimate military target, had the Allies
known of it.
Throughout
the post-war years, the GDR regime put Prora to a variety of uses. Most
notoriously, it became a camp for the conscientious objectors the Protestant Church
had pressured the Communist state into excluding from armed service. One of the
survivors, Stephan Schack, explains how the state systematically attempted to
break him and his fellow dissenting conscripts while they were essentially
imprisoned in Prora.
The
best segments of Touristic Intents are those featuring Schack—by a
country mile. The rest of the on-camera commentators lack his emotional
resonance, but they are also quite reserved and mostly rather dull. Many of
them are also largely in denial. Frankly, Strength Through Joy perfectly
illustrates the socialism in National Socialism. It was literally a massive
social welfare public works project spearheaded by a quasi-governmental union. Nevertheless,
many talking heads argue it Strength Through Joy wasn’t really a union, because
its dues were so high. And yet, so many people felt compelled to join.
When Daniel Keyes first wrote Flowers for Algernon, it was considered
science fiction. Now, it is more like straight fiction, or maybe part of a very
small subcategory, along with Oliver Sacks’ novelistic nonfiction. Simply
knowing this series is “inspired by” one of Keyes’ “nonfiction novels” should alert
viewers to the nature of its strictly embargoed secret (which is pretty easy to
stumble across). Even if you do not know who Danny Sullivan is based on, it is
clear he needs a lot of psychological help in creator-writer Akiva Goldsman’s
10-part The Crowded Room, which premieres today on Apple TV+.
If
you really think about it, even the show’s title is a spoiler, but fine, we’ll
keep humoring everyone. The extremely twitchy Sullivan has been arrested for
his role in a shooting in Rockefeller Center, an unfortunately high-profile
location, but his reputed accomplice and ambiguous girlfriend Ariana remains
at-large. Based on evidence found at Sullivan’s Queens home, Matty Dunne
invites Dr. Rya Goodman (whom he dated once and wouldn’t mind dating again) to
examine him. He thought the squirrelly kid could be the career-making case
study Goodman has been looking for and he might be right—or Sullivan might
become the rabbit-hole that professionally derails her.
If
you enjoy flashbacks, you will love the next nine episodes. Sullivan’s weird
behavior and crimes are clearly a product of his traumatic past. However,
proving that to a jury will be difficult, especially since Sullivan is unable
or unwilling to admit what happened. Goodman even struggles to convince
Sullivan’s public defender, Stan Camisa, a Vietnam veteran, who is
self-medicating his own trauma.
Set
in 1979, Crowded Room recreates period New York in all its grungy glory.
The directors, especially executive producer Kornel Mundruczo (who helmed White God), nicely build and maintain the tension of Goodman’s sessions with
Sullivan. The legal drama aspects of the series featuring Camisa and Goodman
are also quite compelling. However, Goldman’s decision to shape the material
into a psychological mystery-thriller was a mistake, because 95% of viewers
will guess what is going on. Seriously, you already get it, right? If not, you
will when you see how awkwardly certain characters interact.
If
Goldman really wanted to present Crowded Room as a big twist thriller,
he should have focused and concentrated the narrative into considerably fewer
episodes. He just could not preserve a sense of mystery over ten installments.
Be
that as it may, there are still some excellent performances in Crowded Room.
Tom Holland shows tremendous and convincing range as Sullivan. Frankly,
Christopher Abbott does some of his career-best work as Camisa. (It is also
worth noting, with the cancelation of The Winchesters, Crowded Room is
currently the only series dropping new episodes that features a Vietnam veteran
as a major character.)