It is fitting this film had a Christmas opening, because Neil Diamond recorded two
successful Christmas albums. He also released a moving rendition of the Kol
Nidre on the Jazz Singer soundtrack. Obviously, his movie career was
a bit spotty (again, see The Jazz Singer), but cinema has an odd
affection for Neil Diamond covers and cover bands. First there was Saving
Silverman and then Greg Kohs’ 2008 documentary Song Sung Blue,
chronicling the tribute duo Lightning and Thunder. This is the narrative drama
adaptation of Kohs’ doc. They “interpreted” rather than imitated, but life is hard
for working-class musicians in any genre. That was especially true for
Lightning and Thunder, as viewers see only too well in Craig Brewer’s Song
Sung Blue, executive produced by Kohs, which is now playing in theaters.
Lightning
was Mike Sardinia, who initially covered the waterfront of tribute bands. It
was Claire Stigl, to be known as Thunder, who suggested he specialize in Neil
Diamond. Her Patsy Cline act worked okay, but when they teamed up, they started
to make some headway in the Milwaukee club scene.
Obviously,
Sardinia was the front man, but Stingl was still an important part of the band.
Stigl was also an important part of Sardinia’s life, especially when they married.
Both happened to have teenaged daughters from previous marriages: Angela
Sardinia and Rachel Cartwright. Stigl also had a young son Dayna. Yet the step-siblings
accepted each other and their new step-parents well enough over time.
The
music business was still a grind for Lightning and Thunder, just like it is for
everyone else. However, life dealt them several tragic blows. In fact, the
timing of their tribulations seems cosmically cruel. Yet, we can’t blame Brewer
for that, since his screenplay follows the facts of their lives.
Frankly,
Focus really hasn’t marketed this film correctly, because it is truly a story
about the loving bonds of family. It is also worth noting Sardinia’s experience
as a Vietnam veteran plays a not inconsequential (and largely positive) role in
this film. In fact, there is a scene shared by Hugh Jackman and Ella Anderson,
in which Sardinia tries to impart some Marine Corps wisdom to his step-daughter
that ought to make the film a blockbuster in Red State country. (You could even
credibly describe the film as “pro-life,” so get onboard, Evangelicals.)
Jackman
is a regular star on Broadway, so his tuneful facility with the Diamond
songbook should come as no surprise. As Sardinia repeatedly says, Jackman is “huge”
as Lightning. Kate Hudson’s ability to successfully interpret Diamond and Cline
is perhaps a bigger story, because it is so unexpected. They have real chemistry
together. As a result, their rough patches hold real tension and discomfort.
ANACONDA (2025) provides a sly runnng commentary on the perils and pitfalls of rebooting popular franchises that is often funny, but it feels like the producers did not have full confidence in the ironic approach, so they hedged their bets with a lot of slapstick pratfalls. CINEMA DAILY US review up here.
The nice thing about media mergers is that it makes it so much easier to produce
franchise crossovers. For instance, a major DC super-villain appears in this Warner-produced Scooby-Doo movie—and it isn’t even a major call-out on the key art. If Paramount
bought Warners, they could team-up Nickelodeon characters with DC and
Hanna-Barbera favorites. Regardless, Mystery Incorporated manages to trap Dr.
Jonathan Crane, a.k.a. The Scarecrow, but that is only the start of their
troubles in Maxwell Atoms’ Happy Halloween, Scooby Doo!, which airs
tomorrow on the Cartoon Network.
The
Scarecrow escaped from Arkham again, which is generally very bad news. However,
once trapped, he insists he had nothing to do with the drone attack, even
though they were armed with his fear toxin. Something about the way Crane
protests his innocence unsettles Velma, but she takes the bows in front of the
media anyway. Scooby and Shaggy go off trick-or-treating to celebrate, but
nobody initially believes them when they return to warn Crystal Cove the
combination of Crane’s serum and leaked toxic waste has created an army of
mutant pumpkins.
The gang
must admit they were wrong to doubt when the pumpkins attack the Halloween
revelers on Main Street. Soon, Mystery Incorporated and the Halloween parade
grand marshal, Elvira, Mistress of the Dark, flee the mutant pumpkins in
extended chase scene that nearly constitutes one third of the film.
The
Scarecrow (voiced by Dwight Shultz) and Elvira (naturally portrayed by her
real-life alter-ego, Cassandra Peterson) are welcome guest stars and
co-conspirators in this Scooby misadventure. However, the gags involving Bill
Nye the Bachelor of Science Guy fall pretty flat. Since the Mystery Machine
suffers damage from the first act drone, Nye supplies a high-tech replacement
that comes with his own annoying hologram.
It seems like stupid horror movie characters never manage to overcome the monsters
stalking them. Fifteen-year-old Max is a notable exception. She stymies her
supernatural slasher within the first act. However, she faces even greater
horrors as a result. That might not sound fair, but Satanic deals really aren’t
known for being equitable. The titular character continues to do what he does
best in director-screenwriter Colin Krawchuk’s The Jester 2, which
premieres today on Shudder.
Poor
Max’s mother doesn’t allow her to trick-or-treat anymore and her high school
classmates belittle her for her passion for magic. They shouldn’t have
scoffed, because she immediately recognizes the card trick the Jester tries to show
her. It turns outs the Jester can’t kill her, because he didn’t “trick” her
first. That is a big problem for him, because he must trick and kill four sacrifices
everyone Halloween night or the Devil will take him back to Hell for an
uncomfortably nasty eternity.
Awkwardly,
this becomes a big problem for Max too, because she essentially inherits
oversight responsibility for the Jester’s Faustian contract. Of course, the
Jester is happy to sacrifice any old anyone, but Max insists they should be
more selective. Nevertheless, she quickly realizes even her worst bullies do
not deserve the Jester’s treatment.
Krawchuk’s
sequel is considerably better than the Terrifier rip-off that fans might
assume, based on the Jester’s clown-like makeup. Krawchuk creates some intriguing
lore for his signature bogeyman. Yet, the film’s greatest asset would be Max’s resourcefulness.
Having already bested the Jester once, viewers can reasonably root for her to
do it again.
Field Marshal Andras Hadik is a Hungarian national hero, who loyally served Maria
Theresa, the Queen of Hungary. She also happened to be the Habsburg Holy Roman
Empress. That could make things complicated, especially when he was expected to
fight alongside Saxons, whom his honorable Hussars essentially considered
scurvy dogs. They could agree on fighting Prussians, which is exactly what they
did when the Field Marshal led a daring raid on Berlin, dramatized in Janos
Szikora’s Hadik, which premieres today on Klassiki.
Hadik was
so competent and successful, nearly the entire court and war council was
aligned against him. The only exception was Maria Theresa, because he was
talented. After an ignoble defeat Hadik nearly averted, jealous generals tried
to scapegoat the famous Hussar, but Maria Theresa would not have that for long.
Soon, she recalls Hadik to service, because she knows he is the only officer
who can accomplish her daring mission.
Having received
intel regarding Prussian troop movements, Maria Theresa realizes Frederick the
Great left Berlin dangerously under-defended. Ransoming Berlin would be a huge
coup, but all the court dandies are too timid to grasp the moment. Hadik gets
it—and hatches plans to accomplish it.
Hadik
will lead his Hussars and the Saxons Maria Theresa forces him to take, for
political reasons, over the mountains, sort of like Hannibal. They cannot carry
artillery, so they will plunder cannons from Frederick’s munitions factory
along the way. It is a huge gamble, but Hadik’s Hussars will follow him
anywhere. However, Saxon Colonel Ried constantly demands their pay.
Szikora’s
approach is definitely traditional, but that is generally refreshing. Mark
Kis-Szabo’s screenplay is certainly patriotic, but there is sufficient intrigue
swirling around Maria Theresa so that it never feels like jingoistic propaganda
for Orban’s authoritarian ambitions. If anything, it encourages skepticism of
royals and nobility.
That
said, Hadik is certainly presented as a paragon, but Zsolt Trill largely
humanizes the Field Marshal by emphasizing his love for his family and desire
to retire to a quieter life. We also see his ardent loyalty to his comrades-in-arms,
particularly crusty old Farkas and their protégé, roguishly dashing Gvadanyi.
Indeed, one of the best aspects of the film is the way Trill, Tamas Szalma, and
Aron Molnar capture the three Hussars’ comradery.
In America, more people probably watch thrillers set on trains than actually ride them.
Of course, that is not necessarily true along the Northeast Corridor and
certainly not in the UK, where this series was produced. Regardless, everyone
watches to literally see if the train in question eventually runs “off the
rails.” In this latest example, an overnight express train is about to get
hacked and the only officials with any hope of fixing it must waste time on
turf battles and conference calls in creator Nick Leather’s six-episode Nightsleeper,
which starts streaming this Friday on BritBox.
Joe
Roag rather heroically recovered a woman’s purse before “The Heart of Britain”
left Glasgow station on its regularly scheduled overnight run to London. (There
you go. According to the BBC, Scotland is truly part of Britain.)
Unfortunately, the woman was in on the plan, which allowed a mysterious
co-conspirator to install a hacking device in the train’s computer system. The hackers
take control and jam nearly all communications. They just did not anticipate a
blokey oil rig worker would be onboard with his sat-phone.
Soon,
Roag is talking to GCHQ’s National Cyber Security Centre. Acting Technical Director
Abby Aysgarth wasn’t even supposed to be there. She was seconds away from leaving
on vacation, but her intuition told her Saj Sidhu’s FYI of unusual activity was
in fact part of a massively dangerous systemic issue. Her instincts are pretty
well confirmed when the arrival boards at Victoria Station are hacked to
display a ransom demand.
Aysgarth
trusts Roag, even though she quickly determines the disgraced cop had fled a
corruption charge (to clear his name, of course). Unfortunately, the passengers
are an unruly and unhelpful lot, including Liz Draycott, who really ought to know
better, considering she is the scandal-tarred transportation minister. As the
hackers divert the train and increase its velocity to dangerous levels, GCHQ
Director Nicola Miller allows Aysgarth to temporarily bring back her
predecessor, grouchy Paul Peveril, who was dismissed for whistle-blowing leaks.
Just
about everyone in Nightsleeper makes such stupid decisions, they will
have viewers pulling their hair out in frustration. Yet, they will keep on
pulling, because the execution is so grabby. Despite all the poor judgement, the
tension starts high and steadily escalates—and every episode duly concludes with
a new shocking revelation.
Joe
Cole specializes in intense antiheroes, so the deeply flawed Roag is solidly in
his wheelhouse. He also develops nice phone-buddy chemistry Alexandra Roach,
who nicely shows how the mousy Aysgarth starts to assert herself, for the sake
of the hack-jacked train.
As
usual, James Cosmo is entertainingly crusty Fraser Warren, a retired train engineer,
who happened to be onboard. David Threlfall is similarly colorful and cranky as
Peveril, but frankly, most viewers would also fire anyone from a sensitive national
security position who looked like such a bleary-eyed Deadhead.
Yoo Man-su might just become known as the most iconic paper industry executive in
cinema history. Of course, there aren’t many movies about the paper industry. It
also helps that Yoo is literally killing his competition. Amongst job-seekers, Yoo
becomes unusually proactive in Park Chan-wook’s No Other Choice, Korea’s
shortlisted International Oscar submission, which opens Christmas Day in New York.
Yoo worked
his way up to become a highly paid executive at his paper company, only to be
laid off when it is bought out by an American firm. Unfortunately, there has
been a lot of this going around, so whenever a paper exec job comes up, he must
compete with an army of applicants.
Although
he sometimes takes demeaning temp work, Yoo is on the verge of losing his
family’s home. The prospect is particularly painful to Yoo, because he grew up
there as a child and worked diligently to renovate into his own private paradise.
Plus, he suspects his dental hygienist wife’s boss might take advantage of his
humiliation to seduce her.
However,
Yoo refuses to take his situation laying down. Placing fake recruitment ads,
Yoo determines which possible candidates for future openings would have the
most competitive qualifications compared to himself. Then, he starts stalking
and killing them. However, that is a decidedly messy undertaking for a
middle-aged paper exec like Yoo.
Based
on Donald E. Westlake’s novel The Ax, which was previously adapted for film
by Costa-Gavras, Park’s No Other Choice, reflects the attitudes and
underlying ideologies of recent Korean productions like Parasite and Squid Game. It makes similarly bitterly caustic points regarding economic uncertainty
and social insecurity. However, those comparable works maintain a vice-like
hold on viewers.
In
contrast, Park and co-screenwriters Lee Kyoung-mi and Don McKellar too often
allow the message to overwhelm the storytelling. For long stretches, Park
belabors his takeaways, very definitely at the expense of tension and suspense.
(Perhaps tellingly, the ideologically-charged Gavras family supported the
production of Park’s adaptation as producers.)
Consecrated ground doesn’t get much more consecrated than Vatican City. It is also
highly fortified. For a few hundred survivors, it is the only remaining
sanctuary after the vampire apocalypse. The Holy See houses relics that are more
precious than ever and plenty of firearms, but it also holds the secret behind the
siege that unfolds in Mark Millar’s Vatican City (collecting issues 1-3).
Illustrated by Per Berg, Millar’s recently released bind-up is now available
for your holiday shopping convenience.
Mysteriously,
all the Swiss Guards no-show on the day of Swiss Air Force veteran Guido
Cavelti’s interview—probably because most of them are dead. Consequently, Cavelti
leads the Vatican’s defense, despite his lack of official standing. Since the
Pope is touring Africa, most Vatican personnel are absent. However, the venerable
old Monsignor never strays far, because he knows why the sun-shielded vampires
have assembled outside the Vatican’s walls.
It turns
out all the history you know is bunk. There was a time vampires ruled the
world. Somehow, mankind killed their queen, who was subsequently entombed under
the Vatican. Of course, anyone who has watched enough Dracula movies
know that vampires are never too dead that they can’t be brought back to undead
life.
Even
though the horror comes from vampires, Millar’s concept holds massive appeal
for horror fans who grew up with the heroic priests of William Peter Blatty’s
exorcism novels and films. This is an unadulterated good versus evil story,
especially considering the ruthless cruelty of Karl, the leader of the vampire
army.
However,
it is massively depressing that the vampires utterly destroy America and most
of Europe, but largely leave Russia and China untouched. It would make sense if
it were a form of professional courtesy, from one form of evil to another. However,
Millar has yet to even suggest such a point. Frustratingly, Millar also breaks
the siege way too soon. If Netflix eventually adapts Vatican City as a series,
it should spend several seasons exploring the mysterious secret corners and
crannies of the Vatican.
Indeed,
Netflix would have the option, since Millar wrote and commissioned Berg’s art for
Vatican City under his Netflix development deal. There is no guarantee
of a future series, but the streamer gets a co-creator credit. (FYI, Netflix is
not currently available in China.)
You might think Casey Kasem was from Shangra-La, considering the voice-over
artist dubbed that “meddling kid,” Shaggy Rogers well into his eighties. Unfortunately,
time catches up to even the eternally youthful. Although Kasem once again
performed as Shaggy in this feature, it was animation legend Josph Barbera’s
final Scooby project. It was also dedicated to the memory of late Disney
and Hanna-Barbera animator Iwao Takamoto, a longtime contributor to the Scooby
franchise. Scooby and Shaggy have outlived them all, presumably thanks to
diet and exercise (all that running from monsters). They get another workout
(this time at high altitude) in Joe Sichta’s Chill Out, Scooby Doo,
which airs on the Cartoon Network.
Fred,
Daphne, and Velma thought they were meeting Scooby and Shaggy in Paris for a
well-earned vacation. Instead, Rogers and our favorite Great Dane are lured to
the Himalayas by cryptid-hunter Alphonse LeFleur, by the promise of an
all-you-can-eat flight. He intends to use the duo as bait for the Yeti.
Fortunately,
Scooby and Shaggy quickly ditch LaFleur, reconnecting with an old friend,
cryptozoologist Del Chillman, who now happens to be the local DJ, even though
he only has one regular listener, Minga, the sister of Pemba the sherpa.
Unfortunately, Pemba’s latest client is clearly up to no good. Professor
Jeffries hopes to plunder the crystals of Shangra-La, right under the nose of
the High Lama. There is also the Yeti, who clearly enjoys chasing Scooby and
Shaggy. In fact, he pursues them right into Shangra-La.
As
straight-to-DVD features go, Chill Out really plays like an extended episode
of the various Mystery Incorporated series. Even by the franchise
standards, the humor is shamelessly goofy and logic immediately goes out the
window. For instance, the rest of the meddling kids manage to drive their van from
Paris to Himalayas, within the first act.
Netflix’s live-action adaptation of Satoh Inoue’s “BL” manga is not for
every otaku, but it certainly captures the elegance of ballroom dance and the
passion of dancers who compete on the floor. However, it plays out more like a
pilot episode than a feature film. CINEMA DAILY US review up here.
Compared to Claude Lanzmann’s Shoah, Gone with the Wind and Cleopatra
(starring Liz Taylor) were relatively short and painless productions.
Lanzmann’s monumental nine-and-a-half-hour documentary took twelve years to
complete, including one month spent in hospital as the filmmaker recovered from
an assault perpetrated by thugs loyal to a former SS officer. Lanzmann
discusses that failed interview, as well as other challenges he faced
documenting the Holocaust in Adam Benzine’s The Death and Love of Claude
Lanzmann, an expanded director’s cut of Benzine’s Oscar-nominated short
documentary, Claude Lanzmann: Spectres of the Shoah, which is now
available on VOD platforms.
The
original 39-minute film left admirers wanting more, so Benzine incorporated
20-minutes of additional footage, including outtakes from Shoah restored
by the United States Holocaust Memorial Museum. It isn’t just about Shoah.
Lanzmann also discusses his relationship with his former lover Simone de Beauvoir
and their mutual friend, Jean-Paul Sartre, but his towering cinematic achievement
clearly altered the course of his life (and arguably film history).
Regardless,
Benzine’s film is dominated by two extraordinarily powerful sections. On
focuses on the techniques and strategies Lanzmann employed to interview a surviving
Sonderkommando, a Jewish slave laborer tasked with cleaning out the gas chamber
after every mass execution. It is hard to watch the barber breaking down from the
weight of Lanzmann’s questions, but the filmmaker convinces him to carry on,
for his own sake.
The
second unforgettably chilling passage focuses on the aborted interview of
SS-Obersturmfuhrer Heinz Schubert, whose family deduced Lanzmann and his
assistant Corinna Coulmas were secretly recording the convicted war criminal.
It was their associates who severely beat Lanzmann and Coulmas.
The popular acronym G.O.A.T. is a perfect example of how our language has been dumbed
down and junked up. In sports terms, the “goat” used to be the scapegoat who
took the blame for a loss. Now it supposedly means “greatest of all time,” but
it obviously doesn’t. If Jordan was the GOAT, then that necessarily excludes Kobi
Bryant, Steph Curry, or whoever from GOAT status. The term ought to be O.O.G.O.A.W.
for one of the greatest of all this week. Regardless, the football world identifies
Cameron Cade as the next potential GOAT and he just might be—but explaining why
would be spoilery in Justin Tipping’s Him, produced by Jordan Peele, which
premieres Friday on Peacock.
The San
Antonio Saviors sound like the American football cousins of Sao Paulo’s
Corinthians, except they are not very Portuguese. They are also quite
ironically named. However, Cade does not know that as he grows up rooting for
the Saviors. It would be his dream to play for them, but his pro aspirations nearly
end when a mysterious assailant brutally attacks him after a practice. Frankly,
this is probably the scariest scene of the film.
Given
his head trauma, Cade must back out of the pre-draft combine. Yet, his pro dreams
suddenly revive when the Saviors invite him to a private workout with their
star quarterback, Isaiah White, who is rumored to be retiring next season. (Obviously,
there is a strong case to be made for Whitee’s greatness, considering he is
still starting professionally, even though he is portrayed by a Gen X actor. ) Cade
could be his anointed successor, if he impresses. Yet rather ominously, the
bizarre tryout sessions are much more grueling than he expected, physically and
especially emotionally. Soon, Cade starts to both doubt his sanity and suspect
the team trainers of deliberate malice and cruelty. Yet, whenever White dangles
the prospect of superstardom, he comes back for more.
Arguably,
Tipping hides his big secrets too effectively, because the truth of the Saviors
is quite intriguing horror movie fodder, but Him only skims the surface of
what could have been some darkly sinister lore. Disappointingly, the film
rarely capitalizes on the sort of terrors typically associated with the Saviors’
true nature. Instead, most of menacing sequences play out more on a psychological
level, as possible dreams, visions, or hallucinations. Consequently, it is hard
for Tipping to sustain the tension, when each trippy set piece ends with Cade
waking up from a fever dream, drenched in sweat. After a while, viewers become
conditioned not invest in the images Tipping presents, no matter how intense
they might be.
His heroism and humanity inspired diverse artists and creators, including
Michelangelo, Donatello, Caravaggio, Madeleine L’Engle, Joseph Heller, Darius
Mihaud, and Lionel Hampton. He was also Jewish. In fact, he was King of Israel
long before the notion of Palestine existed. Some consider him a national
origin myth, like King Arthur, but the idea of King David dated back to
Biblical times. Yet, according to history/legend, King David wasn’t just
common-born. The young shepherd has become the ultimate symbol for all ultra-longshot
underdog victories. Of course, it required faith, as is fittingly emphasized in
Phil Cunningham & Brent Dawes’ animated feature David, released by
Angel Studios, which opens Friday in theaters.
As the
young shepherd protects his flock from a lion, David’s story almost ends before
it begins. Yet, his faith preserves him. That is quite “providential,” because
when David returns home, he finds the Prophet Samuel waiting to anoint him the successor
to King Saul. Rather ominously, Saul is not inclined to willingly relinquish power—quite
the contrary. Consequently, David’s parents fear the worst when Saul’s soldiers
escort David to the palace.
However,
David’s presence was “requested” to sing and play lyre as one of the terrified
musicians summoned to calm the King’s tempestuous spirit. Once again, the
underdog prevails, endearing himself somewhat to the King and forming a close
bond with the presumed royal heir, Jonathan. Young David’s resulting proximity
to power allows him to volunteer to face the giant Goliath. While others fear
the colossal Philistine, David has faith that the Almighty will protect his
chosen people (and if not, death will probably be preferable to life as slaves
to the imperialistic Philistines).
Hopefully,
even Ivy League heathens know how that battle ended. However, there is still
the awkward business of Samuel’s prophecy. The Philistines won’t give up their
dreams of conquest either. Plus, the Amalekites always lurk in the shadows.
This is
a banner year for Biblical animation, because the previously released The King of Kings (also from Angel Studios) and Book of Joshua: The Walls of Jericho were both quite good. The 3D-CGI character design for David sometimes
looks a little clunky but the backgrounds and architectural renderings often capture
an appropriate sense of grandeur. This will very much resemble the Holy Land of
many viewers’ imaginations.
Cunningham
and Dawes nicely express young David’s youthful exuberance without overwhelming
the film with silly slapstick. They also maintain a brisk pace covering the David’s
childhood up through the encounter at Ein Gedi quite thoroughly, but use
considerable license to abbreviate subsequent events. Still, this animated David
is much more theologically sound than the ill-fated Richard Gere movie.
Real fans often wish they could re-write the endings for their favorite
franchises, especially since Disney has acquired so many big-name properties (to
promptly ruin). However, Kim Dok-ja can’t blame the Mouse House. They would
never touch IP like his favorite web-novel, because its readership had diminished
to a single follower: Kim. That certainly gives him the right to complain. When
he sends angry feedback, the mysterious author challenges him to write his own
ending. However, he must do so IRL, when reality starts to parallel the opening
of the web-novel in Kim Byung-woo’s Omniscient Reader: The Prophecy, based
on Sing Shong’s Omniscient Reader’s Viewpoint web-novel, which releases
today on VOD in the UK.
In Kim’s
longtime favorite web-novel Three Ways to Survive the Apocalypse, an
impish dokkaebi announces to the hero’s subway car, the Constellations are
angry with humanity, so they decided to plunge Earth into planet-wide survival
game to punish our wickedness. To survive the first challenge, everyone must
take a life.
Knowing
the secret behind each game, Kim devises a workaround killing ants in a boy’s ant
farm. Of course, some of his commuters would rather earn their points the “honest
way.” Nevertheless, many survivors quickly recognize Kim’s strategic advantage
in the game, including his former work colleague, Yoo Sang-ah. Kim also tries
to save several of his favorite characters, whom he believed died too soon in
the web-novel, including righteous but guilt-ridden soldier Lee Hyun-sung, and
Jung Hee-won, who was driven to punish predators who took advantage of the game’s
chaos for their own sadistic pleasure.
The
source web-novel ran for five multi-chapter volumes plus an extended epilogue
that sounds like a separate volume in its own right, so not surprisingly, the
first film never gets close to explaining why real-life is suddenly paralleling
the apocalyptic events Kim Dok-ja already read about.
The
concept is intriguing, but the quality of the CGI effects varies drastically.
Yet, ironically, viewers unfamiliar with the source material might best enjoy
the high campiness of the film’s cheesier indulgences. Kim Byung-woo takes big
swings—that’s for sure.
LONE SAMURAI features some spectacular Chanbara action, choreographed and performed by the [Iko] Uwais Team, but the first, more meditative half also reflects the discipline and sacrifice demanded by the Bushido Code. CINEMA DAILY US review up here.
The Wild West still gets pretty wild in the same ways it always did. “Old West”-style
crimes like cattle rustling might sound archaic and quaint, but they still
happen quite a bit. In fact, cattle rustling often devastates small ranchers
and raises the price of beef for everyone (through contracted supply and increased
insurance premiums). Unfortunately, the victims are usually red state residents
and red meat eaters, so the press doesn’t care. However, Frank Bennett cares
and not just because it is his job in Jesse V. Johnson’s Thieves Highway,
which is now playing in theaters (and releases Tuesday on digital).
Bennett
carries a badge and a gun, but he works for the Department of Agriculture. He will
need that gun, judging from the savage attack on his colleague during the
prologue. His partner Bill will also transfer to a desk job next week, for the sake
of his pregnant wife. That always tempts the movie fates. Sure enough, they are
nearly run off the road by three tractor trailers loaded with rustled cattle.
Being
out-manned and out-gunned, Bennett will need the help of Aksel, a crotchety
old-timer with serious libertarian inclinations. He might take some convincing,
but at least he is comfortable handling firearms.
There
is a common prejudice that only “serious” “art” films or “truth-telling”
documentaries can raise awareness for an important issue. However, working-class
action movie like Thieves Highway can arguably do so much more
effectively. Frankly, after watching Johnson’s latest, viewers will be convinced
one of the most effective things the Federal government could do to lower beef
prices would be an increased effort to prevent and prosecute rustling. (Just
google “modern cattle rustling.” It’s a thing and it’s a problem.)
The screenwriter
Travis Mills’ narrative is pretty simple, but it is definitely evokes the beats
of traditional westerns. Aaron Eckhart has the right dignified swagger and the
appropriate brooding strength to be the Will Kane of cattle. The bad guys are
also colorfully villainous, including Devon Sawa as the stone-cold ringleader,
Jones. However, he is overshadowed midway through by the gang’s flamboyantly
fierce “surprise” collaborator. Plus, rapper Tracy “The D.O.C.” Curry is
entertainingly grizzled and grouchy as old Aksel.
Jonathan Riady is single, but he is romancing a married woman. Yet, she is not being
unfaithful, thanks to the paradox of time-travel. The titular Sore wants to
reform all her future husband’s bad habits that contributed to his early
demise. However, she eventually realizes the drinking and smoking were only
symptoms of a deeper issue. Ironically, considering she is a time-looping time-traveler,
Sore might be running out of time to help the once-and-future love-of-her-life
heal himself in director-screenwriter Yandy Laurens’ Sore: Wife from the
Future, Indonesia’s official best international feature submission.
When
Sore arrives, Riady is an Indonesian expat in Croatia, engaged to the very wrong Elsa. He
has not yet met Sore, so he is understandably surprised to wake up next to her.
Blowing up his relationship with Elsa is always the first and easiest thing he does.
Then she picks the right pictures out of his archive for a proposal that jumps
starts his career as a fine art photographer. However, getting him to stop drinking
and smoking are always trickier.
Unfortunately,
each loop inevitably reaches a point when Sore realizes she has failed once again
to “save” Riady. At that stage, her nose starts to bleed, she passes out, and
wakes up back at the start of the loop again. At least that is how it always seems
to work. The future Ms. Riady doesn’t really know the rules and principles of
time travel any better than we do. This is definitely more of a magical realism
time travel, in the tradition of Somewhere in Time, which is also a good
tonal comparison. However, Laurens’ cleverly makes a connection to the North
Pole, which has no time zone.
Wife
from the Future was
a big hit domestically, maybe because local audiences were familiar with Laurens’
web series that his film was adapted from. While Dion Wiyoko reprised his original
role of Riady, Sheila Dara Aisha replaced another thesp as his time-traveling
wife. That is bad luck for the previous Sore, but there is no denying Aisha has
a heck of a screen presence throughout the film. It is a quiet performance, but
she definitely conveys both passion and angst.
This is a not a winter festival or a family reunion. We are here to celebrate Christmas
and Butch Hartman’s creation take it extremely seriously. They should, because
he created the Garden Cartoon franchise with the intention of incorporating
Christin themes. Hopefully, we all understand the symbolic significance of
Lenny the Lion and Lucy the Lamb, who are the greatest of friends. However,
they always understand there are things greater than themselves in Hartman’s The
Christmas King: A Garden Cartoon Movie, “co-directed” by Nick Kalmar and
Stephen Picher, which just premiered on the Angel app.
Hartman’s
credits include creating franchises like Danny Phantom and The Fairly
OddParents so he has extensive experience within the animation medium. Nevertheless,
the visual style is fairly (so to speak) simplistic even by Nickelodeon
standards, but the target demo, roughly first through fifth graders, aren’t likely
to care. Hartman still incorporates a lot of slapstick humor, like when Lenny
straps himself to a giant catapult. However, Hartman and company also always
manage to find meaning in it all.
As it
happens, the first snowflake of Christmas has landed, so Lenny and Lucy wish to
take it up Christmas Mountain to the Christmas King, which is a traditional
practice in the world of “The Garden.” However, they are running out of time
for their pilgrimage, because “The Boss” keeps them other tasks. It is frustrating.
Yet, he assures them he would never give them more than they can handle. Yes,
the Boss (the remarkably resonant voice of Brian Stivale, who also did
voiceover work for the upcoming David) is essentially who he sounds
like. Also, many of his jobs turn out to be cool and rewarding, like dressing a
colony of penguins for a penguin wedding.
There
is no getting around the Christian content. Hartman and co-screenwriters Holly
Housen, Raul Menza, Keith Nance, and Allen Rhodes even incorporate short, well-known
passages of scripture into each lesson imparted. Of course, when you really
think about it, it seems odd to complain about Christian content in a Christmas
special. Seriously, where do you think the holiday came from? Also, this is a
very upbeat and positive Christianity that embraces and promotes virtues like faith,
friendship, fellowship, empathy, and forgiveness.
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The really good movie hitmen always turn out to be just as talented volunteering as
bodyguards. Like Leon the Professional or the “Pawnbroker” in The Man from Nowhere, young Aurora’s “Intriguing Neighbor” protects her from
underworld killers. He can handle the mean streets and hardboiled thugs, but
Aurora’s guardian angel might also have to face a monster who would be more at
home in Sendak’s Where the Wild Things Are. Of course, he does not
believe in giant furry monsters, but that doesn’t necessarily mean they aren’t
real in Bryan Fuller’s Dust Bunny, which opens tomorrow in theaters.
Aurora
is convinced there is a monster under her bed that will “get” her if she steps
foot on her floor. Her latest foster parents give her condescending assurances
(less so her foster father), but then they suddenly disappear. Having grown
fascinated with her neighbor across the hall, Aurora has (more-or-less rightly)
deduced he is some sort of hitman, so she hires him to kill the monster under her
bed.
Reasonably,
her mystery neighbor assumes Aurora has created her monster story as a
psychological coping device. He ruefully admits the evidence does not look good
for her fosters, but he believes they were mistakenly murdered by gangsters with
a score to settle with him. His enemies and competitors are indeed poking
around their building, but there might just be something to what Aurora claims.
Sometimes,
Fuller’s style is a little too affected, but in general, Dust Bunny is a
refreshingly original urban fantasy. The colorful visuals and richly-detailed
design work are often quite arresting. There is also a strain of wry, dry humor
that serves as an antidote to sentimentalism.
The rebels in Robert Heinlein’s The Moon is a Harsh Mistress knew
TANSTAAFL, “there’s no such thing as a for lunch.” Unfortunately, it is unclear
whether the new revolutionary government on planet ‘Aides understands that principle,
or if they ever will. Consequently, the new political system will be decidedly
unstable on ‘Aides—make that Lutheria. Frankly, they get confused themselves. At
least they still have their champions, redubbed the Freedom Guard, to fight off
intergalactic threats in Aubrey Sitterson’s Free Planet Volume 1,
illustrated by Jed Dougherty, which went
on-sale this week.
‘Aides,
as it was once known, was a remote backwater, but it was “blessed” with rich
deposits of a rare non-earth mineral coveted by the empire. It was also a safe space
to sequester scientific facilities, especially those that might engage in
dangerous experiments. Consequently, the planet had a large working-class
population and a small but highly educated middle class that ultimately joined
together to declare independence from the Empire.
Whatever
you call the planet, they also benefited from an extremely charismatic military
commander, Oliver Gracchon. However, instead of leading the planet through
their early days of sovereignty, he retires like Cincinnatus, placing his trust
and the people’s fate in the hands of the Freedom Guard. And then he gets
himself kidnapped—presumably at the Empire’s behest.
Right
now, you’re probably wondering about the planet’s annual GDP and trade deficit
numbers. If so, Sitterson has you covered. To his credit, he takes world-building
seriously. Nevertheless, the regular data-dumps and detailed ethnographic
extracts often represent way too much of a good thing.
Sitterson
still has identifiable characters, which is a blessing. However, their personas
ae often defined by their demographic. For instance, there are two “machinist”
clerics of the Teomekhean faith, orthodox and reformed, whose primary role is illustrating
religious schisms. There is also the mixed human-robot relationship, which is
awkwardly strained, because Commander Gloria Sunandez is ashamed to be publicly
associated with Talun, in a romantic context.
Honestly, it would be better if this long-haul airline captain had been boozing in
the cockpit. Binge-drinking would be less distracting and less self-destructive
than her unhealthy sexual obsession. Not surprisingly, her marriage might be at
greater risk than her career, even though—or especially because—she suspects the
object of her obsession might have been murdered in Yann Gozlan’s Visions,
which releases Friday in theaters and on VOD.
Estelle Vasseur
seems to have it all. When she isn’t up in the air, Vasseur lives by the beach
in the south of France, with her doctor husband Guillaume. Then one day, her
ex, hipster artist Ana Dale moves into the ultra-modernist beach house across
the cove from her. Of course, Dale wants to rekindle things, even though their last
fling ended badly, especially from Vasseur’s perspective.
At
first their reunion is passionate, but it is soon evident—at least to viewers—that
Dale was simply toying with her. And then she disappears. Frankly, her absence sends
Vasseur further down the rabbit hole. Flashes of memory come in drips and
drabs, but the realization a voyeur was watching them is understandably disturbing—assuming
it really happened.
Gozlan
invests heavily in the sex, presumably to fully support the subsequent
obsession. However, the utter recklessness of Vasseur’s behavior stretches
credibility. It is also super-uncomfortable to watch. Frankly, as thrillers go,
Visions is more about exploring fractured psyches, in a Polanski kind of
way, then serving up Hitchcockian suspense. Still, it should be noted, Philippe
Rombi’s score so slavishly “pays homage” to Bernard Hermann, the late composer’s
estate should demand royalties.
Visions
represents Gozlan’s
second aviation-themed thriller, following the superior Black Box. Yet,
the way he depicts Vasseur’s cloistered isolation, gliding through airport
priority lines, walking across tarmacs, and sealed inside secure cockpits and
training simulators, really is the most distinctive aspect of Visions.
It must have been bizarrely ironic for Lewis Hamilton to see the Sphere emblazoned
with the likeness of Brad Pitt in the Formula 1 racing film he produced and
appeared in, as he sped through the course of the Las Vegas Grand Prix, unable
to advance past the first qualifier. His Hollywood foray should have been the
cherry atop the 2025 season, but instead it was the only real highlight of a frustrating
year. Fortunately, everybody likes a comeback story, like that of Pitt’s
character, Sonny Hayes. His first Formula 1 stint ended poorly. Since then, Hayes
raced anything with four wheels, often with great success. The world of Formula
1 is less than thrilled to have him back, but for the APXGP team owner,
desperate times call for desperate measures, and hiring Hayes definitely qualifies
as that in Josph Krosinski’s F1: The Movie, which premieres Friday on
Apple TV+.
To be
fair, Hayes just helped his team win the 24 Hours of Daytona. Frankly, he wins
quite regularly, but not in Formula 1. However, at this point, that is good
enough for his old crony, APXGP team owner Reuben Cervantes. If his drivers do
not start scoring some points, his board will shutter the operation.
Of
course, Kate McKenna, the team’s technical guru is skeptical. She also resents
Hayes smug confidence, so obviously we know they’re eventually getting
together. That skepticism goes double for Joshua Pearce, the team’s entitled
rookie, who rightly considers his position threatened by a driver who might be
even older than Gen X. Nevertheless, he still looks good, as McKenna might grudgingly
admit.
The
next few races will be rocky, but Hayes will be Hayes. He will even scratch out
some points through guile and sheer audacity. As a result, McKenna starts
taking his feedback under serious consideration. Unfortunately, snake-in-the-grass
board member Peter Banning sabotages their efforts, to assume control of the
team.
Reportedly,
Tom Cruise commenced development on a Days of Thunder sequel, but it is
hard to understand why he would bother after the release of F1.
Basically, Kosinski (the director of Top Gun: Maverick) just served up
Brad Pitt as the Maverick of race-car drivers. Frankly, the sound and visuals
are comparable to that of the Top Gun sequel—and at this point in their
careers, Pitt has the greater screen charisma.
Time loops are always scary, but the ones in horror movies are always the worst.
That is because the people looping usually need to be brutally murdered to restart
the cycle. This one is one of those. Unfortunately, lucky Laura is the only one
who remembers she and her companions are looping in director-screenwriter Blake
Ridder’s Manor of Darkness, which releases today on digital VOD.
Laura
is the responsible sibling caring for her ailing mother, while her negligent
brother Chris has been shirking his duties. The last time she helped Chris pull
off a job, it cratered into disaster, but she needs the money, so here she is.
He also recruits his girlfriend Lisa, who everyone else can tell is pregnant
and Andy, whose pickpocketing and hustling skills caught his eye in the bar.
According
to vague rumors, there is some great treasure hidden in Lucas’s manor house.
Supposedly, Chris conned him into thinking they are a documentary crew, so they
can search for the loot, but instead it was Lucas who lured them to the manor
house. He claimed he intended to warn them of the loop, but Laura had already
opened the evil pandora’s box, letting loose whatever the evil entity might be.
As a result, only she remembers each time Lucas stabs them to death for a
restart. He also tries to give them helpful advice for dealing with the loop—so
yes, you could describe their relationship as complicated and stormy.
Despite
Ridder’s obvious budget constraints, he managed to serve up a relatively fresh
take on the horror movie time loop that does not feel like a transparent
rip-off of either Happy Death Day or Until Dawn. The rewinding
gamesmanship works pretty well, especially since the 82-minute film does not
have time for many go-rounds.
The sinking of the HMAS Armidale was a lot like the tragedy of the U.S.S.Indianapolis. It was bad enough when both were sunk by the Imperial Japanese.
Yet, for the survivors, fending off sharks in the water was even more horrifying.
Everyone knows Quint’s monologue about the Indianapolis in Jaws. This is
Armidale’s story, with a few dramatic liberties taken, in director-screenwriter
Kiah Roache-Turner’s Beast of War, which releases tomorrow on DVD/BluRay.
Will
seems ill-prepared for war, but he makes a good mate in Leo, an Aboriginal
recruit who is probably the fittest for service, assuming he survives some of
the racists also going through boot camp. Unfortunately, they will see little of
the “proper” war, because they ship out on the Armidale, which is way too
lightly armed and armored for the enemy-infested waters it set out to traverse.
Their ill-fate led to a thorough review of such procedures, but that would mean
little to Leo and Will as they watch a giant female great white circle their
makeshift raft.
Of
course, they are also stranded with Des Kelly, the worst racist of their unit,
along Thompson, whose grave head wound makes his judgement dangerously unsound.
It will be uncomfortably tight on that life-raft, but having a comrade to rely
on, unconditionally, like Leo and Will, makes a big difference in their odds
for survival. Indeed, that truly is the film’s takeaway.
Roache-Turner
stays true to his genre roots by conceiving Beast of War as essentially
a historically based sharksploitation horror movie. That is somewhat risky,
considering many brave Australian servicemen died aboard the Armidale. It also shortchanges
some of the heroes who fought and died valiantly, but it also forces viewers to
confront the terrors they endured. Frankly, this is the sort of film that makes
Quint look reasonable and justified.
Mark
Coles Smith is also terrific as Leo. He seethes with anger, but also conveys a
passion for life. Will is a much quieter, more passive character, but Joel
Nankervis develops convincing and compelling comradery with Smith’s Leo, so
viewers will enthusiastically root for them both to survive.
At this point, is there anything left to say about Alfred Hithcock? Hopefully
yes, because filmmakers and publishers keep releasing new documentaries and
books about him—and we keep buying them (or reviewing them). In a relatively recent
book Henry K. Miller analyzed The Lodger, which Hitchcock himself dubbed
“the first true Hitchcock.” However, director-screenwriter Laurent Bouzereau
and the narrator, film critic Elvis Mitchell (who presumably agrees with him),
make a compelling case for Blackmail, which released two years (and
seven films) later. Whether they agree or not, any Hitchcock fan will have a
jolly time watching the clips they use to illustrate their argument in Becoming
Hitchcock: The Legacy of Blackmail, which airs late-night Wednesday
(early Thursday morning) on TCM.
In
1929, Blackmail represented only the second legit thriller Hitchcock helmed,
following The Lodger. It is also significant as the director’s first
soundie (in fact, Blackmail was the very first British soundie,
according to the studio marketing). It didn’t start out that way, but the
production was converted to sound midway through (while a silent version was still
produced and eventually released). Consequently, there is a good deal of
fascinating behind-the-scenes details.
Regardless,
Hitchcock arguably grasped the potential dramatic aspects of sound quicker than
most filmmakers. Yet, what really makes Bouzereau’s analysis so entertaining are
the echoes of Blackmail he identifies in subsequent Hitchcocks. For
instance, the central character played by Anny Ondra stabs her would-be
assailant in much the same manner as Grace Kelly in Dial M for Murder. Meals
and paintings are important motifs that reappear in subsequent films, such as Rope
and Vertigo, respectively. Yes, Ondra also launched the tradition of
Hitchcock’s “classic blonde” heroines.
This is about as gritty and noir as Buddhist cinema gets. There is plenty of bad
karma, but little enlightenment in Ulaanbaatar, at least as far as ex-con Myagmar
sees. He is not exactly a people person, so his work as a hearse driver isn’t
such a bad fit. However, the rest of society is still a problem for him in Janchivdorj
Sengedorj’s Silent City Driver, which Mongolia officially submitted for
best international feature Oscar consideration.
The circumstances
are never entirely explained, but Myagmar served several years in prison for
murder. His release might be related to health issues often requiring transfusions.
Unfortunately, his emotional condition is far worse. Until the funeral home
hires him, Myagmar only interacts with the stay dogs he adopted. However,
thanks to his work, he starts to almost befriend Sodoo, a young Buddhist monk (recently
returned from Tibet), who often rides shotgun in Myagmar’s hearse.
Myagmar
also develops a fascination with Saruul, the wild and worldly daughter of the
funeral home’s blind coffin carver. She initially assumes it is a case of
sexual obsession, but the audience will doubt whether Myagmar can still relate
to women in such a way. Regardless, through his asexual stalking, Myagmar figures
out Saruul has fallen victim to underworld elements that target young women
like her.
In some
ways, Sengedorj’s narrative (co-written with Nomuunzul Turmunkh) could play out
in any major world city. However, the Buddhists themes that emerge through
Myagmar’s conversations with Sodoo give the bracing conclusion even more bite.
Calling the film a “slow builder” might overstate Sengedorj’s pacing, but the payoff
is brutally powerful. Everything aspect of the film is very deliberately
intentional.
Indeed,
this is not a film you can just shake off and forget. Consequently, if Academy
members take the bother of screening it, Silent City Driver could emerge
as a surprise contender, even though it really isn’t currently on the awards
radar. Frankly, this is also a good year for dark horses, because there are not
as many heavy favorites, like (hopefully) Jafar Panahi’s It was Just an Accident (which deserves not just a nomination, but an Oscar victory).
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