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Starve Acre (2023)
Well, it was a nice try. Sort of a daring failure.
Unfortunately, anyone who's not a confirmed diehard horror fan is going to leave the theater snorting with derision. (Come to think of it, so will a lot of diehard horror fans.)
Yes, it IS very slow. Which is odd, because it's also, paradoxically, quite sparing and succinct, in an admirably artistic way, as to what it shows. We're forced to piece the story together from a minimal series of shots. (This is a blessing, as I was delighted NOT to have to watch the death of the kid, the wake, the gathering of family members, the initial stages of grief, etc.) The action jumps cleverly ahead.
And yet, as I said, it was so slow that at one point I couldn't believe we still had half the movie to sit through.
As with many horror movies (e.g., the recent "Oddity"), this one relies a great deal on ominous sound design. If you were watching this with the sound off, it would probably be tedious for the first three-quarters and then risibly silly.
For a rather murky narrative that offers only tantalizing hints of what's happening (and of what has happened in the past), the film is -- as some here have noted -- curiously predictable. You know the damn rabbit is gradually going to regenerate. You know the two sane outsiders -- Robert Emms (who played one of the hapless nuclear technicians in "Chernobyl") and poor Erin Richards (thrown over by Dodi Fayed for Diana in "The Crown") -- are going to end up dead. It appears that they suddenly and all too conveniently fall under an ancient supernatural spell, which is why, in the closing scenes, they seem so absurdly acquiescent about becoming victims.
Melanie Kilburn, who plays the local shaman Mrs. Forde, is terrific. Sean Gilder, as the neighbor Gordon, provides the movie's most chilling moment when he simply holds up three fingers. Matt Smith is, as always, hard to look at, and for a college professor, he's ridiculously taciturn. (This is the sort of movie that depends on characters not informing one another of various crucial bits of information that would dispel 90% of the mystery.) Morfydd Clark is, by turns, drab and creepy in this movie, but -- judging from some interview videos online -- in real life she's utterly adorable.
It was inevitable that this film would have some moviegoers thinking, with amusement, of the killer rabbit in "Monty Python and the Holy Grail." But I'll bet I'm the only viewer who was reminded of "The Grapes of Wrath" (the book, not the film). Believe it or not, they share strikingly similar endings, both of them rather controversial.
North & South (2004)
As cartoonishly unsubtle as a labor-union poster
I'm extremely disappointed. I'd seen praise for this series, comparing it to some of the best BBC adaptations of Dickens, Austen, et al, and I'd been reading about the remarkable career of Elizabeth Gaskell. So I expected something better.
Judging from the first episode (which is why it wouldn't be fair to give this a rating), "North and South" has all the subtlety of a political cartoon. Exploited workers -- suffering, starving, but noble -- whose only hope lies in organizing... Grasping, hard-hearted factory owners colluding against them (and chuckling about the aforementioned starvation)... A philanthropic, strong-minded heroine with the sensibility of a modern-day feminist... A good-hearted, unworldly progressive clergyman; snobby industrialists' wives; Anna Maxwell Martin, coughing ominously (uh-oh, you know what that means)...
One strength, of course, is that all these in-your-face caricatures are played by -- as usual in BBC productions -- a superb cast; in a series like this, you can always depend on the acting. And the sets, both indoor and outdoor, are magnificent; clearly a lot of care and money was lavished on them.
Still, I don't want to spend three more hours with this collection of clichés.
Lewis: Your Sudden Death Question (2010)
A very small quibble
This was, for me, one of the most amusing episodes in the series, with a novel premise, clever dialogue, and a superb cast (albeit, once again, a weak, unsatisfying solution that pretty much comes out of left field).
The one small thing that bothered me -- more than the throwaway solution -- was Hathaway's subdued reaction to the discovery, by Lewis, that his beloved trusty guitar, stolen from his car at a concert, was being hawked online. The loss of that guitar has been eating at Hathaway, as it would anyone. Yet after glancing with mild interest at the computer screen and presumably taking in the necessary information, he turns back to the case they're working on.
It's true that later, on his cell phone, Hathaway bids on the guitar; he and Lewis go after the thief and apprehend him. But any real musician whose instrument has been stolen -- indeed, any human -- would instantly have sat down at that computer and, trembling with excitement, would have arranged to buy the valued guitar and contact the seller before someone else got it. That brief, simple transaction to settle a gnawing problem would, if only for a minute, have taken precedence over everything else.
Mary Reilly (1996)
Not so bad if you pretend you're watching a rather slow, artistic Hammer film.
If you expect a thrilling retelling of the classic Stevenson story, or even just a good scary movie, "Mary Reilly" is likely to disappoint. It's low-key and somewhat dreary, and as other commenters here have pointed out, not much happens.
On the other hand, imagine that it's a Hammer film. "Hammer horrors" -- featuring Peter Cushing, Christopher Lee, busty blondes, etc. -- are famously trashy and lurid, but fun. They often boast handsome faux-gothic sets, and while the acting in them tends to be over the top, you can't help feeling an affection for the familiar faces on display.
If "Mary Reilly" were a Hammer film, it would seem unusually artistic, ambitious, and intelligent. "It's a bit slow," you'd admit, "a bit stingy on the gore and lacking the expected cleavage, but for Hammer, it's a high-quality effort."
That's how I managed to get through "Mary Reilly" and to actually enjoy it -- by thinking of it as an unusually subtle Hammer film. The sets were pretty much on the Hammer level -- handsome enough, nicely atmospheric, with one elaborate Victorian street scene -- and the acting by the fine supporting cast was excellent. Granted, the two stars were problematic -- Malkovich (like Robert Redford, disgracefully, in "Out of Africa") made no attempt to sound British, and Roberts's accent came and went -- but Malkovich, at least, was never less than watchable. (Roberts was one-note, mousy and wide-eyed, as if channeling Jane Eyre to Malkovich's double Rochester.)
The truth is, "Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde" is such a terrific concept that almost any version of the story, whatever the quality, is bound to be of interest. (I still think the Fredric March version is the best.)
A Quiet Place: Day One (2024)
Big budget. Scary monsters. Yet I'm totally bored.
Often, on this site, people complain a horror movie is "boring" when they just mean they were grossed out or upset.
Not me. I was genuinely bored. And annoyed.
I kept fast-forwarding, wondering where the damn movie was going -- nowhere, really -- and glad I hadn't paid for it.
I think, by now, the "Quiet Place" premise has become tiresome. The first film was clever, if annoyingly improbable, even on its own terms. The second film was just annoying (except for the opening scene).
This one features -- shades of "Alien" -- the world's most annoying cat, a creature whose presence would spell death to every human in the vicinity if it merely let out a meow.
That cat -- or rather, the eccentric, highly unrelatable heroine's attachment to it -- was, for me, one quirk too many. Although I'm a lifelong animal lover, this is one of the very few animals in movies that I wanted to see die.
The two main characters were annoying as well. They basically just hung around with no particular goal, waiting, as we were, for the movie to end. They seemed to have been created to enact the familiar trope, so popular in advertisements today, of a feckless white male partnered with a wise, competent black female. Perhaps that's what it took to get the movie greenlighted.
Oddity (2024)
Stylish and spooky... but it has an awfully high SQ
And by SQ I mean Stupidity Quotient. It's the measure of how foolishly and unrealistically -- how lacking in ordinary common sense -- the characters are forced to behave.
Movies that have a high SQ can be a lot of fun, they can be genuinely scary, but they tend to depend on characters marching downstairs all alone to investigate that mysterious noise in the basement, or splitting up when they should be staying together, or choosing to remain in a haunted house all night (in this case a house in which everyone knows a gruesome murder has already been committed).
SQ can also apply to villains who behave in dumb, unlikely ways.
Though the acting is excellent and the minimalist sets are handsome, no one in this low-budget movie, absolutely NO one, villains or victims, behaves realistically. Nor is anything realistic (thank God) about the movie's creepy, curiously underpopulated insane asylum.
One element that "works," in that it promotes uneasiness -- but also does NOT work, in that it's annoying -- is the sound design. Without the constant eerie menacing tone that underlies most of the scenes, "Oddity" would be only half as scary.
War & Peace (2016)
Look, it is what it is: six hours of highly compressed Tolstoy to save us having to read the damned book.
And frankly, I don't ever intend to read it, as I know what I like, and I don't like the Russian classics (having tried some of the best). If nothing else, this miniseries convinces me not to bother, and it serves as a handy "bluffer's guide" to the book, in case I'm ever put on the spot. Those six hours passed quite painlessly, in a splendid, sumptuous production, and some moments were genuinely moving.
Clearly, even without having read the novel, one can see that this adaptation takes plot developments that must have filled a chapter or two and reduces them -- quite skillfully -- to a few well-rendered lines of dialogue, spoken by the marvelously talented cast. It makes the contrivances -- and occasional romantic absurdities -- of the book about as rich, convincing, and involving as possible. It makes the characters in what I regard as a decidedly unpleasant society, whose passing is hard to mourn, about as sympathetic and interesting as they can be. I can't believe that, in six hours, the project could have been done better.
P. S. I do think that Lily James was the weakest member of an otherwise brilliant cast, but in matters like this it's hard to say whether the fault is hers, Andrew Davies', or Tolstoy's. I suspect the latter.
Housewife, 49 (2005)
It's mostly the British being beastly to one another...
... punctuated, especially toward the end, by occasional moments of niceness, of apology, and of admissions of affection... so that those rare moments, coming amid all the passive-aggressiveness, the nasty remarks, and the sniping, are genuinely moving.
It's manipulative, but skillful; it almost always works. You have David Threlfall overdoing it (at least to my mind) as the callous, bullying husband, without a single redeeming quality and with never a word out of his mouth that isn't sour... but then, from time to time, he opens up and declares his love and even his dependence. I don't know how true-to-life it is, but as I say, it works dramatically. You have Sylvestra Le Touzel as Mrs. Lynch, a caricature of a snooty upper-class woman who scolds poor put-upon Nella in a shop... but then, later, she's the friendly, good-hearted "Lynchy." You have boss-lady Stephanie Cole alternately bullying Nella and generously bucking her up. Ditto the sensitive artistic son (the one who isn't a bit of a creep), who's tender one moment, cruel the next. Ditto even Nella's sharp-tongued sister-in-law, who virtually never says anything that isn't caustic, undermining, and mean... except once.
As a result, this movie, despite its pleasures, is mostly pretty dreary, with a glum heroine who's both depressed (clinically, in the beginning) and oppressed (by everyone around her). The other characters' general obnoxiousness, and the pathos this is supposed to inspire, reminded me at times of Lesley Manville's unfunny TV series "Mum."
P. S. Having had a longtime fascination with wartime Britain, I've read a lot of extracts from Nella Last's actual Mass Observation diary. It's quite marvelous (and I wish this movie included more of it in voice-over). Recently the great Imelda Staunton did a reading of some of the later diary entries for BBC radio that was brilliant and extremely moving. Staunton managed to wring feeling out of every sentence, even ones that may have seemed dry on the page.
In Plain Sight (2016)
Compelling... but that's pretty much a given for serial-killer dramas.
Let's face it, when you've got a true-life serial-killer drama -- chronicling the hunt for a bloodthirsty psychopath and the struggle to bring him to justice -- it's hard for it NOT to be fairly gripping and compelling. And this particular production serves up the story in just three 45-minute installments, so it's a natural binge-watch.
But the main feeling this crime thriller provoked in me was irritation and even some contempt for the local police force. These cops come across as naive, inept, and basically out of their depth; and even the hero, played by Douglas Henshall, seems rather plodding and ineffective (albeit as upright and decent as he is in "Shetland"). In fact, the same can be said for what we see of the Scottish legal system, which seems to have let a flamboyant, publicity-seeking killer swagger around the Glasgow area for years, wantonly committing crime after crime.
Zlociny Velké Prahy: Dáma v studni (2021)
A subdued, not very promising start
So this is the opening episode, and naturally it has to spend some time introducing us to the main characters. Ideally, they'll be so appealing, and/or the mystery will be so clever and intriguing, that we'll be hooked -- at least enough to come back for episode two.
On both those scores, I'm disappointed. The lead character, Inspector Budik, is a cold fish, neither sympathetic nor even interestingly flawed. He seems like an effete little snob (perhaps as befits his rank and profession in those days), but without the charm and self-confidence of a Hercule Poirot; nor does he possess the gravitas and seasoned authority of another European detective, Maigret (at least as portrayed by Bruno Cremer). Budik barely lifts a finger during this episode's investigation, leaving most of the activity to underlings. He's so stiff and subdued, in fact, so stone-faced and expressionless, that Jaroslav Plesl seems to be playing him on some sort of soporific drug. We see something of the man's domestic situation -- his plush home, his somewhat shrewish aristocratic wife, etc. Maybe all this, not terribly interesting here, will prove more so in later episodes.
Equally disappointing, this particular case -- a woman drowned in a well at a dairy farm -- is supposed to be suspenseful: "Political pressures make it imperative he solves the case quickly," the plot notes say. But in fact, Budik and his two assistant seem to behave in the most languid, lackadaisical, unhurried manner, poking around the farmhouse in a casual, perfunctory way, sometimes just sitting and smoking, interrogating a few witnesses with no sense of urgency. As a result, the case is a bore, and even though the episode runs merely an hour, I found myself getting impatient.
Still, it doesn't seem fair to write the series off, and I'll give the second episode a try. Budik's two assistants -- one stalwart, womanizing old colleague, one nerdy newcomer -- are, as characters, considerably more appealing than the hero. (Incidentally, speaking of womanizing, there seems to be a lot of screwing going on.) And no surprise, the art direction -- sets, costumes, furnishings, old cars, wagons, etc. -- are all very handsome. I never actually felt that I was getting an authentic glimpse of 1920s Central Europe, but then, it's hard to say precisely what magic makes the past seem real in some productions and not in others.
Line of Duty (2012)
Seasons 2 and 3 are entertaining but, let's face it, fairly ridiculous!
It wouldn't be fair of me to rate "Line of Duty," because I'm giving up after the third season.
Honestly, what a silly show! I was intrigued enough to keep coming back for more, episode after episode, because the writer manages to furnish every single character, virtually without exception, with A Dark Secret that connects him or her to practically every other character in the series. As a result, we're kept guessing as to everyone's guilt or innocence. He's also careful to throw in plenty of violent action (some of it, I'd argue, unnecessarily sadistic).
So you're hooked, at least enough to keep watching. In that respect, the show is undeniably a success, if by "success" you mean persuading the viewer to come back for the next episode (just as, in the movie industry, success is measured by the number of "behinds in the seats"). But in the end -- in, really, the final few minutes of each season -- you're offered a silly, highly implausible, ludicrously overcomplicated solution that left this viewer, at least, confused and thoroughly unsatisfied.
Significant Other (2022)
Maika Monroe is worth gazing at in anything, even something as silly and unsatisfying as this
I'd rather stare at Maika Monroe than at the Mona Lisa (which, as it happens, she's somewhat beginning to resemble). She may not be as young and achingly beautiful as she was in 2014's "It Follows," but there's still something about her face, with its normally pensive, slightly unhappy expression, that's easy to get lost in, and her brief, occasional smile -- very occasional, this time out -- remains radiant.
The movie itself, at times disturbing and creepy, grows increasingly silly and implausible, making it harder as time goes on to suspend disbelief. If a friend were working on a low-budget sci-fi/horror script and came up with this movie's plot, I'd initially be impressed: "Oh, yeah, that's clever. That definitely sounds quite original." Unfortunately, as he went on, I can imagine myself saying, "Hmm, now here's where it begins to go off the rails."
Ironically, "It Follows" had an even sillier, less plausible premise, yet somehow -- maybe because of its brilliant direction, acting, atmosphere, cinematography, and score -- it made a success out of following what the director called "dream logic."
P. S. Considering the premise of "Significant Other," the title is quite brilliant.
The Claremont Murders (2023)
Sort of a glorified Forensic Files, well-meant but a bit subpar
Both the problem and the strength of this two-part police procedural is that it's based -- quite closely, it would seem -- on a string of three actual murders. As a result, it feels very real, especially as to police errors and inefficiency, as well as to the long time involved in bringing the case to a close. To its credit, it is anything but "neat."
On the other hand, thanks to its apparent allegiance to the truth, the case itself isn't terribly gripping. Obviously any serial-killer drama will have inherent interest -- we want to see the monster brought to justice -- but I doubt you'll come away entirely satisfied.
Worse, the characters (as some have complained here) are bland, and their dialogue consists almost entirely of exposition, often of one cop telling another something the latter would already know, simply to explain the progress of the case to the TV audience. (There's also one cringeworthy little attempt to inject some romance into the plot.) Sometimes the task of exposition is left to a local TV reporter who conveniently keeps popping up. She's rather annoying.
Brief as it is, the entire series feels at least half an hour too long, with too much uncomfortable time devoted to the grief of the victims' bereaved families. And there's something just a little off, even a little amateurish, about the direction; cast members tend to stand with unnatural stiffness as they exchange their curt, exposition-laden dialogue.
The Paperboy (2012)
This film is a hoot, the perfect example of a "guilty pleasure"
Okay, it's true, "The Paperboy" is an undeniably trashy, lurid, over-the-top effort, featuring heaps of sex and violence that sometimes seems totally gratuitous. Nonetheless, I've watched it with great pleasure three or four times. Call it the equivalent of a cheap, trashy paperback by a subversively talented writer like, say, Charles Willeford. The expletive-laden, naturalistic acting by all concerned is flawless, and Macy Gray's voice-over narration, which holds the plot together, works beautifully. More important, the movie's never boring and is sometimes downright hilarious; the first meeting between Nicole Kidman and John Cusack, for example, is truly a hoot.
Touching Evil (1997)
Why go on, when the very first episode is so stupid?
After the first hour, the opening episode ("Through the Clouds -- Part One") became so ridiculous, so stupid, that I simply gave up. If the pilot episode of a series is this dumb, I don't want to hang around for the long haul.
We had our hero, the bullying blue-eyed cop played by Robson Green, repeatedly and for no clear reason indulging a violent mentally ill character who claims, unhelpfully, that he somehow has visions of the three abducted boys, though maybe it's not the same three boys, and anyway he can't explain how he sees them... And later, after an hour of legal and forensic cat-and-mouse with the lead suspect (played by Ian McDiamid), our hero breaks into the suspect's home, menaces him, beats him bloody, and -- unfortunately, you can see this coming -- steals the guy's dog!
Yes, our hero is frustrated, obviously you're supposed to sympathize with him, and presumably McDiarmid is a homicidal psychopath, there are missing kids at stake, etc. Etc. But Green is supposed to be a Detective Inspector and is supposed to display some semblance of professionalism. This sort of counterproductive, off-the-rails behavior -- in the opening episode, no less -- is just sub-comic-book stuff.
The Wonderful Story of Henry Sugar (2023)
Felt like I was drowning in cutesiness
Wes Anderson has made only one really great movie, "The Grand Budapest Hotel." That one is magical; I can watch it with pleasure again and again.
In "Henry Sugar," unfortunately, he reverts to his signature twee-ness, and the result -- unless you're either a rabid Wes Anderson fan or a total newcomer -- is tedium, since the inventive but show-offy visuals totally overwhelm the thin, not-very-interesting material.
I can almost imagine Anderson someday attempting to recount a fable or fairy tale using only origami or matchsticks or animated Turkish taffy. It would be a perfect project for him, one in which the story would be merely a trifle, a platform for him to display his cleverness. After all, in his films, you're not supposed to dwell on the story; you're supposed to think, every single second, of Wes Anderson. And like an origami-matchstick-taffy production, "Henry Sugar" is pretty, highly stylized, briefly diverting, shamelessly artificial, and ultimately unrewarding.
Manhunter (1986)
A slick, stylish thriller, but not in the same league as "Silence of the Lambs"
This movie hasn't aged well. I saw it when it came out -- really liked it at the time -- and have seen it at least twice since then. It's intelligent and absorbing, but awfully thin gruel compared to "Lambs."
For one, William Petersen is not Jodie Foster, and his character, Will Graham, simply isn't as touching, appealing, nuanced, and unusual as Clarice Starling. She's a great character (and deservedly netted Foster an Oscar), one of the few examples in movies of a genuinely good, pure, virtuous heroine who's also thoroughly interesting. Petersen's Graham, on the other hand, looks and acts like a cool-guy GQ cover. Graham's backstory -- his psychological breakdown after "Dr. Lecktor" got in his head, and the fact that he's retired and has to be lured back into crime-solving -- is trite and never very believable. When Lecktor observes that the two of them are actually quite alike, it's a line we've heard movie villains declare a million times before.
There's also a problem with the music, as people here have noted. Howard Shore's brilliant score for "Lambs" is haunting, romantic, yet appropriately sinister, whereas "Manhunter" gives us throbbing rock songs which, for me, at least, totally worked against the mood. (It's a problem with a lot of Dario Argento's films as well.)
The pace of "Manhunter" is also markedly different. "Manhunter" is all slick Michael Mann cut-and-dried tough-guy stuff, with intercity Lear jets, police snapping their lines at one another, orders barked over the phone, guys sprinting down office corridors, etc. It lacks the humanity of "Lambs" and totally lacks that film's rich regional atmosphere (even though it's Pittsburgh standing in for a lot of other places). Worse, "Manhunter" periodically grinds to a halt and forces us to watch Will Graham hanging out with his wife and son. Those sticky family scenes are just plain boring. Nothing in "Lambs" is boring.
Tom Noonan makes a fascinating serial killer (partly because of his unusual height, his gentle voice, and his angelic face beneath that bald dome). Ted Levine was even better.
As for whether you prefer Anthony Hopkins's showy performance amid all the gothic trappings of that underground chamber, or the more subdued Hannibal of Brian Cox in his small sterile cell, it's a matter of taste. I think they're both superb.
The Hunt (2020)
Come for the dead-on political satire. Stay for Betty Gilpin's riveting performance.
I agree with many of the commenters here: It's Betty Gilpin's movie, and it wouldn't be half as much fun with any other actress. She's amazingly watchable. I've never seen a heroine quite like her before.
And kudos to all the Hollywood libs who were willing to be in a movie that essentially makes fun of Hollywood libs. The first time I saw it, I thought the caricatures were maybe a little too broad. Now I'm a bit older and more experienced, and watching this a second time, the caricatures seemed all too real. (I was pleased, for example, at the reference to NPR.)
P. S. It's always good to see Macon Blair, even in a small part. Please check out, if you haven't seen it, a wonderfully original indie noir he stars in and helped create, "Blue Ruin."
Freud's Last Session (2023)
Turns out Freud had all of Anthony Hopkins' most annoying mannerisms!
Hopkins playing Freud was bound to be hit or miss. Unfortunately, he delivers here one of his familiar, highly mannered performances. Whenever this "Freud" opens his mouth, he speaks in the same rapid, slightly eccentric rhythm Hopkins favors. Then he pauses, reflects a moment, flashes a sudden rueful grin, and utters a little chuckle or cackle. It's been Hopkins' default style throughout his career (at least when not playing Lecter), this time with a Viennese accent. I doubt Freud was ever so hammy.
My faith was also shaken early in the movie when, for no discernible reason, the order of two famous events was reversed. On September 3, 1939, Prime Minister Chamberlain announced over the radio that the nation was at war with Germany. A few minutes later, air raid sirens went off, terrifying London's populace. (It proved to be a false alarm.) For some reason, the movie has the false air raid preceding the declaration of war.
It also features, in connection with Chamberlain's broadcast, an old bête noire of mine: A large group of psychologists is listening to his historic speech on the radio, and when it's over, the BBC announcer says something like "That ends the Prime Minister's message" -- at which point someone (is it Anna Freud?) snaps off the radio. No one would do that in real life, with war just declared and with urgent government announcements yet to follow (and there were plenty of them).
One further complaint: the clumsy way flashbacks are shoehorned into the narrative, giving us the backstories of Freud, Lewis, and Anna, with a heavy emphasis on Anna's lesbianism.
Incidentally, considering that C. S. Lewis was one of the most brilliant speakers in Britain -- eloquent, persuasive, never at a loss for words -- he is uncharacteristically tight-lipped, timid, and hesitant in this movie, even for someone being courteous to a revered, dying old man. Armand Nicholi's fanciful book "The Question of God," one of the inspirations for this movie, lets the two iconic figures battle it out, with Lewis (and God) ultimately gaining the upper hand. But in this movie's version of that imaginary encounter, Lewis has little to say. It is all Freud's show.
At least the movie is handsomely mounted; it's nice to see what Freud's office must have looked like. That aside, I can't see the point of the movie. Is it just to give Hopkins the chance to do another bad impersonation of a historical figure?
The Batman (2022)
A grim, joyless three-hour slog (except for John Turturro and Paul Dano)
Yikes! I can't believe I just watched the whole thing! Three hours of darkness, rain, and gloom, with that mopey, stone-faced Bat Guy stalking around, muttering sour little pronouncements in a husky whisper!
Thank God for the presence of John Turturro -- who's always fun -- and Paul Dano -- who's been unsettlingly brilliant ever since he played a baby-faced young psycho in "Taking Lives." (Don't miss him as a convict in Ben Stiller's "Escape at Dannemora" and as director of the indie "Wildlife.") These two supply the only enjoyable moments in this interminable film, whose message, as far as I can figure it out, is that all white politicians and cops are hopelessly corrupt and that only a black woman mayor can save us.
Married to the Mob (1988)
We're supposed to believe Michelle Pfeiffer fell for... wait, Matthew Modine?!! (But like another commenter here, I fell for Nancy Travis.)
The most amusing thing about this moderately entertaining movie is watching a bunch of very unlikely, resolutely un-Italian actors and actresses -- not only Michelle Pfeiffer but Alec Baldwin, Dean Stockwell, Mercedes Ruehl, Joan Cusack, O-Lan Jones, and Al Lewis -- playing gum-chewing Mafia types with thick Queens or Jersey accents.
The best thing in it, as another reviewer here pointed out, is Nancy Travis's all-too-brief nude scene. Actually, she's great in her other few scenes as well.
The dumbest thing about the movie is the plot requirement that has Michelle Pfeiffer falling madly in love at first sight (in an elevator, no less) with Matthew Modine. It's a silly, lazy idea that is ridiculously unconvincing, especially because Modine is, to say the least, a decidedly uncharismatic actor. I guess he embodies, satisfactorily enough, the straight-arrow, Boy Scout aspect of the FBI agent he's portraying, but he'd never be the instant love object for a hottie who, just weeks before, had been married to Alec Baldwin.
Kong: Skull Island (2017)
Another cause for celebration is how lousy this movie COULD have been!
Let's face it, there've been so many bad Godzilla movies... and Jurassic World movies... and just about any movies that qualify as "franchises"... that you have to feel relieved that this entry in the Kong saga turned out to be so unexpectedly charming.
The hero, played by Tom Hiddleston, could easily have been a swaggering macho type, or a wisecracking smartass, or an insufferable prig... but he isn't. The heroine, played by Brie Larson, could easily have been an airhead, a sexpot, or one of those ridiculous kickass superwomen who outfights men... but she isn't. The producer, played by John Goodman, could easily have been a crass caricature... but he isn't. The military characters could easily have been turned into gun-toting cartoons... but they're not.
The reptilian monsters are actually original in conception, appropriately hideous, and scary. The comic bits (and there are a number of them) are actually funny. Kong himself is sympathetic without being sentimental.
We should all be thankful. The movie is thoroughly satisfying -- all the more so because it could easily have been a bomb.
3 Body Problem (2024)
Ludicrous casting! And supposedly brainy scientists behaving stupidly.
The title above echoes the one I gave my review of the Chinese TV series "Three-Body," based on the same novel. I found both versions, Chinese and American, unwatchably stupid and eventually bailed out.
The only virtues this American series has are a bigger budget and a blessedly faster pace. Plot points that took three hours (i.e., four episodes) in the Chinese version were dispensed with in the first hour of the American.
The casting is ludicrous, in a typically woke Netflix way. Most absurd of all is Eiza Gonzalez, with the sculpted cheekbones and huge puffy lips of a lingerie model. Cast as a world-class nanotechnology inventor, she's a joke. Jovan Adepo plays a top quantum physicist, a potential young Einstein. Likable? Very. Believable? Never.
The main problem is that almost all the characters are supposed to be genius-level science whizzes, yet all too often they talk and behave like college sophomores. And the world's other top scientists, we learn, are so irrational, so mentally fragile, that it's easy to drive them stark raving mad and eventually to suicide. All that's necessary, it turns out, is to baffle them with some unexplained visual hallucinations ("the countdown") and to mess with the expected results of their research projects -- at which point they tear their hair out, declare that physics is dead, and proceed to off themselves. Their behavior seems ridiculous; anyone possessed of natural scientific curiosity wouldn't go this haywire when confronted with these mysterious new phenomena -- a true scientist would attempt to study and explain them. Sci-fi should be smarter than this.
Some flashbacks set in Maoist China during the 1960s were handsome and packed more power than the contemporary scenes. Still, an opening Red Guard rally rang false, the huge crowd suddenly falling silent and contrite as if on cue. In another early scene, a prisoner in the Chinese equivalent of a Gulag passes a heavy hardcover book -- "Silent Spring," no less -- to a woman prisoner, outdoors in broad daylight with other people around, while cautioning her not to dare let the authorities catch her with it!
Since I bailed out early from this disappointing series, I've avoided giving it a star rating.
San ti (2023)
Supposedly brainy scientists behaving stupidly
I've watched only the first four episodes of this exasperatingly slow-moving Chinese series. The action and plot development that these episodes cover -- in around three hours of screen time -- would have been covered by an ordinary unpretentious Hollywood sci-fi movie in less than twenty minutes. This series pads out the story with flashy (but unnecessary) visual effects, unusually lengthy (and unnecessarily elaborate) opening credits, and shots and sequences monotonously repeated from earlier episodes.
Most annoying of all, the story is prolonged because it depends on characters -- supposedly brainy scientists -- keeping crucial information to themselves rather than talking about it to colleagues and family. These scientists are also depicted as so irrational, so mentally fragile, that it's easy to drive them stark raving mad and eventually to suicide; all that's necessary, it turns out, is to baffle them with some unexplained visual hallucinations and to skew the expected results of their research projects, at which point they tear their hair out, declare that physics is dead, and proceed to off themselves. Their behavior seems ridiculous; anyone possessed of natural scientific curiosity wouldn't go so haywire when confronted with these mysterious new phenomena -- they'd attempt to study and explain them.
The acting -- at least to these Western eyes -- is stiff and robotic. In an obvious attempts to generate tension, the music is loud, pretentious, and ominous.
Okay, it's plainly time for me to check out the more recent American version. I hope it's an improvement.
Lost Soul: The Doomed Journey of Richard Stanley's Island of Dr. Moreau (2014)
Probably the best movie ever made about moviemaking
I've watched this droll documentary three times, each time finding it hilarious, horrifying, and appalling -- and also quite touching. I wish it were twice as long, as there were no doubt additional memorable anecdotes worth recording among the cast and crew (all of whom, incidentally, come across as astonishingly articulate and likable). It certainly confirms all the negative stuff I've read over the years about Val Kilmer, described in this film as "a prep-school bully."
It occurs to me that that this film probably should be seen along with another documentary, Peter Medak's "The Ghost of Peter Sellers," about another horribly misbegotten production destroyed by outsize egos.