Sunday, May 31, 2020

Coen Brothers Return to Western Genre With The Ballad of Buster Scruggs Trailer

The Coen Brothers return to the Western genre in the new trailer for The Ballad of Buster Scruggs, Netflixs upcoming anthology film from the acclaimed directors.

The Ballad of Buster Scruggs is a six-part Western anthology film, a series of tales about the American frontier told through the unique and incomparable voice of Joel and Ethan Coen, Netflix said of the film. Each chapter tells a distinct story about the American West.

The trailer doesnt delve too far into each segments plot but reveals a series of quirky, Coen-esque characters, from James Francos dim-witted, death sentence-avoiding outlaw to Tim Blake Nelsons goofy gunslinger Buster Scruggs, the connective tissue between the chapters.

Originally envisioned as a six-part television series for Netflix, the Coen Brothers instead consolidated the stories into a feature film that premiered at the Venice Film Festival. Tom Waits, Liam Neeson and Zoe Kazan also co-star in the film.

The Ballad of Buster Scruggs, one of Rolling Stones most anticipated fall movies, arrives on Netflix and in select theaters on November 16th.


Coen Brothers Return to Western Genre With The Ballad of Buster Scruggs Trailer

Mile 22 Review: Mark Wahlberg Action Thriller Feels Like InfoWars: The Movie

John Silva (Mark Wahlberg) is intense. How intense, you ask? This C.I.A. operative, the leader of an eliter-than-elite unit known as Ground Branch, is the sort of gentleman who does the worlds hardest puzzles (1,000 pieces, all plain white) to unwind. He snaps a rubber band on his wrist so he can center himself. Every look is a hairy-eyeball stare. If hes smiling at you? Youre so fucked. His preferred placement is behind the scope of a large assault rifle or millimeters away from your face. As an opening-credits montage informs viewers of Mile 22, the action movie that marks (pun unintended) the fourth collaboration between Wahlberg and director Peter Berg, Silva was a genius child, an orphan, a violent kid and the perfect recruit for a government black-ops team. His fellow commandos will tell you that the only things he loves are actionable intelligence and pain.

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But while hes handy with his fists and firearms, his real weapons of choice are words. You know the stoic, strong-but-silent Clint Eastwood type? Thats not this guy. He will talk you to death. Actually, talk is too mild a verb. Silva rails. He rants. He speaks in indigestible grafs. He spits out beaucoup verbiage with an Aaron-Sorkin-on-meth velocity. He will chew your ear off nonstop about everything from Abraham Lincoln speeches to Nobel-prizewinning authors, from past foreign policy mishaps to how youre not doing your job, yes you, get it together, lives depend on it! You wonder if the English language has produced enough words to supply his endless stream of spewed bile. You worry that he will pass out from never taking a breath. (Also, in the movies single moment of meta-irony, a character literally tells Silva to say hi to your mother for me. God-level trolling.)

So when a local cop (The Raids Iko Uwais) comes into the Malayasian embassy where Silva and his team are headquartered and presents them with an encrypted hard drive one that will lead them to radioactive powder thats more powerful than Hiroshima and Nagasaki combined! our hero wants the whistleblower to spill the beans. Not yet, the man says. Get him to America, then he tells them everything. There are, of course, some catches. For example, they have to personally escort him to the transport, which is [checks notes] 22 miles away. And there may be some government no-goodniks whove hired an army of motorcycle-riding thugs and mercenaries to ensure that this asset doesnt make it out of the country alive.

On paper, this sounds fantastic: Get the guys who made Lone Survivor, pair them with the Indonesian martial artist/fight choreographer whos one of the most exciting new action stars working today, pepper the supporting cast with badass folks like Ronda Rousey and The Walking Deads Lauren Cohan, give John Malkovich a bad crewcut plus the excuse to yell a lot and then throw it all into a modern-day espionage variation of the Clint-cinema classic The Gauntlet. Indeed, Mile 22 works best when it settles down were using the phrase very loosely here and focuses on being a sort of special-ops procedural that deploys most of those elements wisely. The opening sequence involving a suburban residence/Russian spy safehouse pings between a shot-calling team known as Overwatch tracking agents locations and monitoring vital signs, some decoys at the front door, a heavily armed secondary team going in through the backdoor and drone-porn surveillance footage of the whole shebang taken from above. It ends, as all things like this must, with an explosion. Its exciting, well-played, Michael Mann-handling type stuff. You assume this will be the rule here. Its most definitely the exception.

Instead, what we get over the next 90 minutes is InfoWars: The Movie, a motormouthed mess that finds Wahlberg indulging in endless paranoid jags in between needlessly complicated plot loop-the-loops. (At one point, Malkovich is listening to Silvas blather and screams Stop monologuing, you bipolar fuck! which means that if hes not the actual hero of this movie, hes at least the audiences surrogate.) Theres the nagging feeling that both screenwriter Lea Carpenter and the actor think that the characters talk-radio banter and numerous tics somehow make him more compelling or layered, instead of just an exhausting and obnoxious tough guy. A similar sense of WTF-ness bleeds into the choices being made behind the camera as well: Does Berg believe that, by simply throwing a lot of chaos onscreen, he can make up for a distinct lack of coherence? Did he genuinely think that just shaking the camera and cutting everything into micro-sized bits the average shot length is somewhere between 1.5 and 1.75 seconds long would make everything somehow more urgent instead of merely jittery? Why hire a legendary MMA fighter and then not give that person any fight scenes? Why go to the trouble of giving Uwais several fight scenes and then editing them so that you can barely see the star inflict highly choreographed damage?

(What you do catch of the actors battle with two thugs in a doctors office, by the way, is a genuine rush. You wish you could just watch long, largely unbroken sequences of that for an hour and a half. In fact, you can: Ignore this film and go check out both of The Raid movies. Do it. Go. Now.)

Bergs stealth specialty as a director has always been his observational eye even when hes in he-man mode, there are few filmmakers who have such a knack for capturing an America you see out your car window in small towns and on strip-malldotted interstates, or within working-class kitchens and wage-class get-togethers. Theres zero condescension in his everyday U.S.A. scenes; check out his big-screen Friday Night Lights (2004) and the first thirds of his real-life tragidramas Deepwater Horizon and Patriots Day (2016). But hes also got a major hard-on for brawn, especially military brawn, which sometimes pushes him into some questionable jingoistic territory. Stumping for American exceptionalism and freedom-isnt-free platitude-speak is one thing chest-beaters gonna chest-beat but you can feel Berg working both himself and the film into a froth that mirrors his protagonists manic paranoid to an alarming degree. Its a flailing conspiracy thriller that youd swear was made by a card-carrying conspiracy theorist, one who ladles on the ballistics and a few twists but forgets to add actual thrills. Mile 22 can give you chase scenes and bullet-ridden shoot-outs and evil Russians and lengthy diatribes. It can give you something approximating action. What it cant give you is a watchable action movie. Thats where it truly fails to go the distance.


Mile 22 Review: Mark Wahlberg Action Thriller Feels Like InfoWars: The Movie

Michelle Williams Paid Drastically Less Than Money Co-Star Mark Wahlberg

Ridley ScottsAll the Money in the Worldwas partially re-shot after Kevin Spacey was fired due to sexual misconduct allegations. The re-shot scenes featuredMark WahlbergandMichelle Williams. But Williams,USA Today reports, earned less than $1,000 for her work less than one percent of the $1.5 million that Wahlberg earned.

Williams previously told USA Today that she appreciated so much that they were making this massive effort to reshoot the film. I said Id be wherever they needed me, whenever they needed me, she said. And they could have my salary; they could have my holiday, whatever they wanted.

Scott said that the actors, including Williams and Wahlberg, who agreed to the 10-day November re-shoot of the film, did it for nothing. According to USA Today, Wahlbergs agency renegotiated for a hefty fee later on.

All the Money in the World received three nominations at Sundays Golden Globes the same event where both male and female actors wore black to highlight the recently established Times Up Initiative, which, as part of its mission, advocates for gender parity.


Michelle Williams Paid Drastically Less Than Money Co-Star Mark Wahlberg

Saturday, May 30, 2020

Anton Yelchins Parents Settle Lawsuit With Automaker

Star Trek actor Anton Yelchins parents have settled their wrongful death and product liability lawsuit against Fiat Chrysler, the makers of the Jeep Grand Cherokee involved in their sons death in 2016. Yelchin was crushed by the SUV while he was in his driveway.

According to the Associated Press, the settlement between Victor and Irina Yelchin and the automaker was filed this week in Los Angeles Superior Court. The terms of the settlement were not disclosed.

FCA US is pleased that weve reached an amicable resolution in this matter, Fiat Chrysler said in a statement. The details of the settlement are confidential. We continue to extend our deepest sympathies to the Yelchin family for their tragic loss.

Two years ago, Yelchin was involved in a fatal accident outside his home in California. The actor was killed after his 2015 Jeep Grand Cherokee rolled backward down his driveway, pinning him between a mailbox and the security gate of his Los Angeles home. He was 27.

The actors car was one of 1.1 million subject to a recall that was made about two months prior to the accident. Regulators said the models gear shifters reportedly confused drivers, which caused vehicles to roll unexpectedly and led to dozens of injuries. His parents lawsuit alleged that the gear shifters were the cause of Yelchins death.

Yelchins final film, Thoroughbreds, opened in theaters earlier this month.


Anton Yelchins Parents Settle Lawsuit With Automaker

Studio 54: A Taste of Sex, Drugs and Steve Rubells Hedonism in New Doc

In the past few years, Matt Tyrnauer has made it his stock-in-trade to pry into the seamy undersides of glitz and glamour and all the sexy secrets that go along. Earlier this year, his documentary Scotty and the Secret History of Hollywood attempted to shock and awe with the tales of Scotty Bowers, legendary pimp to the stars, and his potentially scandalous conquests of famous men and women. He also delved into the backstory of fashion royalty with Valentino: The Last Emperor. But lets not forget he also gave us the intimate and polemical portrait of the Villages legendary rabble rouser and community organizer, Jane Jacobs in Citizen Jane: Battle for the City. So perhaps it makes sense hed want to raise the stakes and tackle one of the most well-trod tales of New York City decadence: Studio 54.

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What hasnt been written, photographed, adapted or promoted when it comes to theIan Schrager and Steve Rubells infamous late-1970s nightclub? It may have only remained open for 33 months, but it has been wrapped in so much exuberant mythology horses on the dance floor, an orgy in the street, Andy Warhol and Donald Trump sightings it feels like all of us from later generations who missed the fun times could almost taste the bacchanals bubbly.

Tyrnauer says its complicated why the club resonates so powerfully, but in a recent interview, he explained that it symbolizes a lost period of freedom that will never be attainable again. It was the last volcanic moment of the sexual revolution. And to help explain that allure, he did manage one coup: to get Schrager, who has never spoken at any length about it, to share his memories of Rubell, the tax-evasion charge that brought them down and the legacy this place left behind. Oh, and Nile Rogers shares the time he got kicked out and wrote Freak Out in response. But dont forget the drugs. Here, a clip from the film that gives a little context to all those party favors that aided the hedonism and helped bring the place crashing down.


Studio 54: A Taste of Sex, Drugs and Steve Rubells Hedonism in New Doc

Welcome to Marwen Review: Trauma, Triumph Get Stuck in the Dollhouse

Eighteen years ago, in a bar outside Kingston, New York, Mark Hogancamp an illustrator who liked wearing womens high-heels was nearly beaten to death by five thugs. Waking up after nine days in a coma, the bruised, broken and brain-damaged ex-soldier had no recall of having served in the Navy or having once been married. He also lost his ability to draw and nearly all of the memories of friends and family on which he had built a life. Suffering from severe PTSD, Hogancamp attempted to heal himself through his art, constructing a miniature, World War II-era Belgian village in his backyard. He then populated it with dolls, mostly female, who would have his back when the next attacks came. The project eventually became a successful gallery show, as well as this mans road back to the living. You cant make up something like this.

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Hogancamps true story demanded to be told on screen and it was, brilliantly, in a 2010 documentary from Jeff Malmberg called Marwencol (and which makes those dolls, constructed and photographed with such artful adoration, an integral part of the films creation). Welcome to Marwen, the semi-fictionalized, Hollywood-driven retelling of the tale from filmmaker Robert Zemeckis (Forrest Gump, the Back To the Future trilogy) is a dicier matter. You never doubt the good intentions of Zemeckis and Steve Carell, who plays Hogancamp with genuine grace. Sadly, something essential went missing in the trip from Marwencol to Marwen.

Bigness is part of the problem. Hogancamp constructed his town out of junk (money was tight and Medicaid had stopped paying his bills). The Hollywood Marwen has much bigger production values, and through computer-generated imagery and performance-capture acting, Zemeckis turns the dolls into screen-filling replicas of our hero, his allies and his adversaries. The problem is, the dolls dont look real their edges sanded off, the joint stiff, plastic things untouched by human hands. They recall the dead-eyed lifelessness of Zemeckis animated features The Polar Express, Beowolf and A Christmas Carol. Hogancamp photographed his store-bought Barbies and G.I. Joes in poses that made them appear mortal, relatable, almost human. These action figures dont look even remotely real.

The same could be said for a lot of other business cooked up by Zemeckis and cowriter Caroline Thompson, notably the extravagant fantasia sequences of Hogancamp imagining himself as Captain Hogie. His alter-ego is a hotshot army bomber pilot; he imagines the thugs that attacked him as Nazis out to shoot him down. Everything is over-scaled for the wow factor, and while its easy to admire the handiwork of Zemeckis and his tech crew, they seem to be admiring it, too while losing track of the storys humane core in the process.

Its a relief when the film returns to reality. Carell allows us to feel his attachment to the empowering women in his life. Theres Janelle Mone as Julie, the one-legged therapist; Game of Thrones Gwendoline Christie as Anna, the Russian caretaker; Elza Gonzlez as Carlala, who works at the bar where he was beaten; and the great Meritt Weaear as Roberta, from the local hobby shop. Voila! Youve got a Hogie team. Also in the mix is Diane Kruger as Deja Thoris, a jealous witch who eliminates any dame (Marks dated term for the ladies) who dares move in on the pilot. And then theres Nicol (Leslie Mann), a new neighbor for whom Mark develops an unrequited attraction. Shes the only one who gets close to him.

Just when this real-world intrigue gets going, Zemeckis turns all the women into their doll counterparts and flesh once again surrenders to fantasy. Its a shame, really: Hogancamp deserves better, and so do audiences. Getting inside the head of this damaged protagonist and, by extension, Zemeckis a filmmaker who also knows something about getting lost in worlds of his own creation could have made for a potent provocation. Instead, its a major missed opportunity. Welcome to Marwen isnt hack work; there are ideas buried beneath its high-gloss surface and relentless uplift. But good luck trying to dig them out.


Welcome to Marwen Review: Trauma, Triumph Get Stuck in the Dollhouse

Friday, May 29, 2020

Kids Fight Alien Invaders in Thrilling New Trailer for Rim of the World

Four misfit teens set out to save the world from aliens in the new trailer for Netflixs new sci-fi film, Rim of the World, out May 24th.

Directed by McG (Charlies Angels, The Babysitter), Rim of the World centers around a group of kids Alex, ZhenZhen, Dariush and Gabriel who meet at summer camp and must band together when aliens suddenly invade Earth. After a dying soldier entrusts them with a crypto key that can activate a satellite defense system, the kids must figure out a way to travel to the nearest space center while avoiding their attackers.

The clip teases plenty of summer blockbuster action as the aliens wreak havoc and Alex, ZhenZhen, Dariush and Gabriel embark on their quest. There are also plenty of clever referential quips, like when the spaceships first appear and Gabriel shouts, Its Independence Day! prompting an oblivious Dariush to reply, Its June, Gabriel!

Rim of the World stars Jack Gore as Alex, Miya Cech as ZhenZhen, Benjamin Flores Jr. as Dariush and Alessio Scalzotto as Gabriel.


Kids Fight Alien Invaders in Thrilling New Trailer for Rim of the World

Watch Brad Pitt Go to Space in Ad Astra Trailer

20th Century Fox has dropped the first trailer for Brad Pitts Ad Astra, a sci-fi thriller due in theater September 20th. The action-packed trailer shows Pitt as an astronaut who has to help save the Earth when he discovers his father, played by Tommy Lee Jones, has been doing threatening experiments in space. All life could be destroyed, Pitts character is told. Were counting on you to find out whats happening out there.

Directed by James Gray, the films official synopsis reads, Astronaut Roy McBride (Brad Pitt) travels to the outer edges of the solar system to find his missing father and unravel a mystery that threatens the survival of our planet. His journey will uncover secrets that challenge the nature of human existence and our place in the cosmos. Ruth Negga, Liv Tyler and Donald Sutherland are also part of the cast.

Pitt produced the film through his Plan B production company, and the film was written by Gray and Ethan Gross. Gray told Collider in 2017 that he was interested in making a realistic science fiction movie. The science-fiction genre is so tricky because there are elements of fantasy usually involved, and there are also fantastical elements, the director said. What Im trying to do is the most realistic depiction of space travel thats been put in a movie and to basically say, Space is awfully hostile to us. Its kind of a Heart of Darkness story about traveling to the outer edge of our solar system. I have a lot of hopes for it, but it is certainly ambitious.


Watch Brad Pitt Go to Space in Ad Astra Trailer

Thursday, May 28, 2020

Why Hugh Jackmans Wolverine Isnt in Dark Phoenix

Beginning with the original X-Men movie, back in the pre-superhero-industrial-complex year of 2000, every non-Deadpool entry in the franchise has had one thing in common: Hugh Jackman as Wolverine. Dark Phoenix, due in theaters on June 7th, is the exception, and its not just because Jackman bid farewell to the character in James Mangolds superb 2017 film Logan.

Jackman could still have fit into the timeline, Kinberg notes, in keeping with his small role in 2016s X-Men Apocalypse. But there was another issue: At the time of the original Dark Phoenix saga in the comic books, Wolverine has a crush on Jean Grey (the X-Men member who becomes Dark Phoenix, currently played by Sophie Turner of Game of Thrones fame), and in the botched previous adaptation in 2006s X-Men: The Last Stand, theres an overt love triangle between Cyclops, Wolverine and Jean. If you know the Dark Phoenix story, youd want to really service the love story between Logan and Jean, says Kinberg. And I think the notion of Hugh Jackman, as great as he looks for his age, and Sophie Turner it didnt sit well with me. Or anyone else!

Plus, Kinberg wanted to keep the focus on the title character. There was an element of this being Jeans story, he says. And I was committing so fully to it that I didnt want to run the risk of pulling away from Jean by going to the well of a fan-favorite character in these movies. I wanted this to be a very different experience of seeing an X-Men movie.

For her part, Turner is optimistic about the film. Its Dark Phoenix done right, she told Rolling Stone. (Read her recent cover story with Maisie Williams here.)


Why Hugh Jackmans Wolverine Isnt in Dark Phoenix

Kendrick Lamar, Questlove, Chuck D Invited to Oscars Academy

Kendrick Lamar, Questlove, Chuck D and Melissa Etheridge are among the record-setting 928 members invited to join the Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences, the organization that oversees the Oscars.

Other new members from the music world include Prince & The Revolutions Lisa Coleman and Wendy Melvoin, Sufjan Stevens, German pianist Hauschka, French composer Eric Serra and singer Ester Dean.

Of the 928 new members, 49 percent are women, pushing the Academys total female membership to 31 percent. Thirty-eight percent of the new members are people of color, improving the Academys overall percentage to 16 percent.

The push to add more women and people of color to the Academy continues former president Cheryl Boone Isaacs goal to diversify the Academy by 2020. In 2014, the lack of people of color in the major Oscar categories sparked the #OscarsSoWhite campaign; in 2016, it was revealed that the Academy was 92 percent white and 75 percent male.

Actors (including Get Outs Daniel Kaluuya, Black Panthers Danai Gurira, Game of Thrones Emilia Clarke and Jada Pinkett Smith, who boycotted the Oscars in 2016 over their lack of diversity), comedians (Dave Chappelle, Sarah Silverman, Tiffany Haddish and Hannibal Buress), directors (Call Me By Your Names Luca Guadagnino, Michel Gondry, Bela Tarr, Its Andy Muschietti and The Riders Chloe Zhao) and more were also invited to join the Academy.

Check out the complete list of 928 Academy invitees at Variety.


Kendrick Lamar, Questlove, Chuck D Invited to Oscars Academy

See Courtney Love Portray a Hollywood Producer in J.T. Leroy

Courtney Love plays a skeptical Hollywood producer in an exclusive clip for the upcoming film J.T. LeRoy, which premieres in theaters on April 26th.

The film stars Kristen Stewart stars Savannah Knoop, who spends six years posing as burgeoning author J.T. LeRoy, a male character entirely fabricated by her zany sister-in-law Laura Albert (Laura Dern). As J.T. rises to fame, Knoop and Albert do their best to disguise her genderfrom telling a producer (Love) that shes a deaf mute to sardonically reciprocating questions in a press conference, la Bob Dylan circa 1965. Are you really say who you are? she quips to a French reporter. I cant really tell, are you a man?

In the video above, Sasha (Love) conducts a business meeting with Stewarts LeRoy and Derns Albert. Love asks LeRoy several questions (What are you wearing? Whats happening to all the money?) that Albert answers for him, causing Sasha to curtly say, Why do you keep answering for him? After Albert gives a nervous response about finding a guide for LeRoy, Sasha sarcastically replies, Alright, Oliver Twist.

Love began her acting career in 1986, playing Gretchen in Sid and Nancy. Ten years later, she starred in her most notable role as Althea Leasure Flynt in The People vs. Larry Flynt.


See Courtney Love Portray a Hollywood Producer in J.T. Leroy

Wednesday, May 27, 2020

Nick Offerman: My 5 Favorite Dad-Rock Songs

Meet Nick Offerman, and you might expect to hear growling Libertarian rants, or manly odes to the glories of outdoor living and Scotch, or perhaps hear nothing at all just be greeted by a stern, steel-melting glare, the kind that Ron Swanson used to silence folks who crossed his path every single week. This is the advantage and the disadvantage of playing a memorable character like Parks and Recreations anti-government administrator for seven seasons, especially when the character shares the same tonsorial flair and bass-tenor voice as the 47-year-old actor who plays him. Fans expect him to drop Swansonian philosophy at the drop of a Duke Silver fedora. So, for that matter, do writers and casting agents.

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I have the wonderful champagne problem of having been part of a successful TV show, he says, settling into a couch in a backroom video studio and cradling a prop guitar. (An earlier attempt to sing a Tom Waits song were scuttled when folks were unable to provide a capo. Count yourselves among the lucky, he says in regards to his supposed lack of crooning chops.) And if people write a gruff, taciturn sheriff, they think of me. Which Im very grateful for, but Ive been offered a lot of TV parts that are guys who are ex-Marines or football coaches, and Ive thought, This could be fun. I could probably do it in my sleep. But then its, OK, is it going to be hard to avoid a retread or a lot of Swanson-isms a year down the line? I just know that, probably halfway through a second season, Im going to have run a grill. Theres going to be a canoe at some point.

So when Offerman was doing second-banana work on the set of The Hero, an indie dramedy about a dying movie star that allowed him the experience of getting to sit and roll joints with Sam Elliott, then watch as he reduced grown men to tears with his line readings, he was surprised to be pulled aside one day by films director Brett Haley. The filmmaker, annoyingly astute for a 33-year-old, told him that hed written a part for Offerman in the next movie. It would be called Hearts Beat Loud. It was about an ex-musician whos having a hard time saying goodbye to his college-bound teenage daughter. Haley did not want to the comedian to play a wacky neighbor or the quirky greasemonkey who runs an auto shop. He was offering him the lead.

This may sound crazy, but for the 25 years or so that Ive been acting, Id never gotten to play a completely fleshed out human being, Offerman notes. I never got roles where the guy just gets to walk down the street. Seriously, I saw that on the call sheet for this one day: Nick walks down the street. OK, so what am I doing, is this like a goofy walk where I fall down? No, you just walk down the street so people get a sense of how your characters day is going. I almost welled up. Its like, oh, Im playing a regular person. Usually Im, you know, the bus driver and Im happy if I get five lines instead of four.

If nothing else, Hearts Beat Loud (which opens wide on June 15th) shows a kinder, gentler, and-now-for-something-completely-different side of the actor. Gone are the majority of the stoic, hypermasculine Offermannerisms you associate with his Swanson-and-beyond body of work, though his extra-dry wit and that oddly girlish giggle remain. His middle-aged record-store owner is partially a romantic lead, eventually drawing the attention of his landlady (played by Toni Collette). Its funny, but in a more bittersweet way than his usual broad turns. It shows off his rock-star charisma, though hell be the first to tell you that, even though hes played guitar for decades, the scenes of him riffing around took hours of crash-course rehearsals.

And most of all, it allows Offerman to show a tender paternal side, especially when he and Kiersey Clemons, who plays his kid, record a song together that becomes an unlikely Spotify hit. That girl, he says, suddenly going into proud-dad mode, the minute she walks into a room, its just a storm of butterflies and sunbeams. I immediately tried to make her like me by getting her to think I was cool. My main technique was trying to impress her with my emoji choice. Sometime I got a laugh. Usually I got an eyeroll.

Since Hearts Beat Loud revolves around a music-obsessed father bonding with his daughter through songwriting, we decided to ask Offerman about his favorite dad-rock tunes. It could be the sort of Nineties-to-next-gen indie rock favored by contemporary Brooklyn dads; it could be the singer-songwriter stuff beloved by male fortysomethings; it could be, in the words of one Rolling Stone staffer, the sort of classic rock that Homer Simpsons would play air guitar to. After stroking what is undeniably a bushy, incredibly well-maintained beard, the actor waxed poetic on everyone from Tom Waits to the Decemberists.


Passenger Side, Wilco

Ill limit myself to two Wilco songs and Ill go with early ones, since thats when we dads got turned on to Wilco. When I picked upBeing There of all the records that have come out, that was the one that made me say: How can he see inside me so clearly? Jeff Tweedy, you sweet bastard! I actually told him this 20 years later, when he showed up on an episode of Parks & Rec that I directed.

The song that I identify with is on A.M., however, and its called Passenger Side. Its so much about me and my best friend I mean, it must be about hoards of middled-aged men and their best friends. [Laughs] The other one is Sunken Treasure,off of Being There, and if youve seen the documentary of the same name, theres a part where he talks to the audience about being quiet during the songs. Then he gets the whole fucking audience to be quiet for 30 seconds. Ive reused that when Ive done live shows a bunch of times. I will tell that to the young people Just be in the moment and they will say yes as they film me saying that, staring into their phones. [Laughs]


Detlef Schrempf, Band of Horses

Is Band of Horses in that dad-rock wheelhouse? Yes? Ok, then, a shout out to them for doing a song called Detlef Schrempf hes a basketball player who was on Parks & Rec and is also the title of a really beautiful Band of Horses song. I wish I could remember what album its on I can never remember what song is on what album because of the dearth of the physical product being in my hands. [Editors note: Its on Cease to Begin.] Thats a fancy way of saying an album, by the way. Gather round, kids: You used to buy your music and listen to it while staring at the cover, losing yourself in the artwork and reading the lyrics. Every so often, someone will send me something on Spotify, Ill listen to it and love it, but I never quite know what the words are. That vinyl experience its something I grieve for. [Pause] This all sounds like a bunch of very dad-rock things to say, doesnt it? Anyway, Detlef Schrempf. Great fucking song.


Shine On, You Crazy Diamond, Pink Floyd

I discovered Pink Floyd very late, and their music feels like the original dad-rock, sort of. I saw Roger Waters perform The Wall a few years back amazing. A lot of dads there, for sure. Im choosing Shine On, You Crazy Diamond, because my friend the Passenger Side guy, actually that song always makes me think of him too. He got sober, thankfully, but he easily could have been the subject of a song like this. Those guys are always the most fun friends to have if they can stick around.


I Was Meant For the Stage, The Decemberists

I discovered the Decemberists through a friend of mine from theater school whos really into H.P. Lovecraft. He rented half of my woodshop for a time, and makes the most awesome horror props that you can buy for your live-action role-playing games; he also creates fonts, like Draculas Handwriting. Just this astonishing, gorgeous nerd. And he used to obsessively play this Decemberists song I Was Meant For the Stage. And I would just go, Man, who the hell is this? This is my jam!!! Then a few years later, out of the blue and totally unconnected to me discovering it, my wife [actor Megan Mullally] recorded this gorgeous torch-song cover of it. Shes covered everybody from George Jones to Gucci Mane, but I have a weakness for her take on that one.


The Briar and the Rose, Tom Waits

When you hear dad rock, you think of the sort of indie-rock stuff weve been talking about or, you know, Peter Frampton or the Dave Matthews Band that kind of radio-friendly, summer outdoor amphitheater kind of stuff. But Im going to make a case for Tom Waits, and Ill tell you why. My dad was at my shop helping me build some ukeleles and I had on this mix that Id made for my brothers bachelor party. And this Tom Waits song from The Black Rider came on, called The Briar and the Rose. And I said Ok, Dad because weve been having this conversation for 20 years now just listen to the lyrics. Listen to the words and tell me that this isnt really romantic. Its got this beautiful sentiment that just happens to be coming through [goes into Tom Waits voice] a voice that sounds as if this gentleman is about to expire. My dad is just sitting there listening to it, shaking his head: He sounds like someone put his hand in a vice! Well, ok, well have to agree to disagree, Dad. But I think he started to come around to it by the end. So now, when I think of this, I think of me and my dad sitting there, listening to this man with a 30-grit voice talk about the impossibility of love. [Pause] Call it my dad rock.


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Where Is Kyra? Review: Michelle Pfeiffer Gives the Performance of Her Career

Do you remember the first time Michelle Pfeiffer showed up on your radar? Was it courtesy of one of her gangster molls, available in both coke-snorting (Scarface) and gum-snapping (Married to the Mob) varieties? Or was it via her costume dramas, playing passive heartbreakers (The Age of Innocence) and the aggressively heartbroken (Dangerous Liaisons)? Taking zero amounts of shit in Dangerous Minds? Slinking across a piano in The Fabulous Baker Boys? Licking faces in Batman Returns, the movie that inspired a thousand Halloween costumes and prepubescent fetishists?Pfeiffer has played everything from ice queens to hash-slingers, but she still tends to get short shrift in terms of her talent; even post-comeback projects, from the woebegoneMurder on the Orient Express remake to the WTF biblical parable mother!,come close to reducing her to a pretty and mysterious cipher. We talk about how the camera loves her, but not her chops. We think of her first and foremost as a moviestar. We sometimes forget shes an actor.

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In a perfect world, Where is Kyra? would permanently alter this conversation. Had Pfeiffer made this 20 years ago, you could see it being dismissed sight unseen by cynics as Beautiful Oscar Nominee Goes Slumming. Watching this extraordinary, rigorous, cryptic character study now, it simply registers as arguably the strongest thing shes ever done and inarguably one of the best movies of the year. Thats not just because Pfeiffer gives an incredible performance as a woman plummeting toward the poverty line; there are a number of factors that contribute to filmmaker Andrew Dosunmus drama burrowing under your skin in the best possible way. But watching the way she lets you ride shotgun while this character scrambles for stability, youll find that its impossible to understate what Pfeiffer brings to this story. Shes the light in the darkness, sometimes literally. Shes the human behind the headline.

When we meet this woman on the verge of a nervous breakdown, shes two years out of a job and taking care of her sick, elderly mother (Suzanne Shepherd). Their Brooklyn apartment isnt shabby, but its edging toward threadbare. She cant afford a new skirt for an interview; she cant seem to catch a break. When Mom passes away, Kyra sells her furniture and starts hitting up any place with a Now-Hiring sign in the window. A surprisingly sweet barfly (Kiefer Sutherland) helps out a bit, but hes struggling to make ends meet as well, and shes not after a handout. Every so often, the movie cuts to an old woman shuffling down the street, through parking lots, into a bank. At first, you assume its a flashback to Kyras mom. But the more these scenes keep popping up, the more you start to wonder what, exactly, is going on here .

Dosunmu takes his time in confirming your suspicions, and when he does,Where is Kyra? startsto double as a dread-inducing thriller: How long before our heroine runs out of options altogether? When will she have to answer for some of the things shes doing to stay afloat? As with his previous film, the equally stunning diaspora-drama Mother of George (2013), this Nigeria-born director knows how to capture everyday people in flux between homes, between identities, between cultures and paychecks. Armed with a script co-credited to Darci Picoult, he manages to slowly detail what happens to a person running out of money and time without turning the entire affair into poverty porn. Hes equally at good at going gritty or graceful, and his work as a photographer has honed his eye for negative space; you can feel how his framing keeps penning Kyra in, backing her into a corner, closing her in as the world around her constricts with every dollar spent.

Hes helped immensely by Bradford Young, whos established himself as one of the most gifted cinematographers working today just glance at virtually any frame of Arrival, Selma or A Most Violent Year, to name only three outstanding examples. But with this film, hes determined to go full Gordon Willis and out-dark the New Hollywood Prince of Darkness. Every shadow becomes an abyss; some shots seem to be physically sucking light into the image like a black hole. There are more breathtaking silhouettes per capita inWhere Is Kyra?than is probably legal or healthy one, in which the cherry from Pfeiffers cigarette glows out of the gloom, is hall-of-fameworthy. Yet it never feels as if gorgeousness for gorgeousness sake is the goal here. Even when the visuals hover on the border between stylized and overstylized, they still complement the characters gradual descent into increasingly desperate measures rather than eclipse it. The Seventies got the man who shot The Godfather, Klute, etc., modern audiences get Young and were equally as blessed.

Still, this is Pfeiffers show. She never makes Kyra seem like a caricature, a class-conscious symbol of social issues or a complete mess in a dress. She makes her feel like that frazzled person you saw the other day running for the bus stop, or at the end of the bar scraping through her purse, or frantically trying to keep her shit together while others pretend not to notice. She gives you panic, and sadness, and joy that smile when she first lets Sutherland in to her sphere and eventually, the sense that anybody is capable of crossing a line when their dignity risks disintegrating. Every one of Pfeiffers close-ups, and there are many, tell Kyras story. Its a performance of such nuance and vulnerability, so quietly catastrophic in communicating this womans accumulation of loss. Looking back at some of her work, you wonder if this brainy actor was waiting out her screen-bombshell status that if she could have, shed have gone straight from ingenue to Gena Rowlands. This movie proves shes officially entered that phase. You feel like shes just started a new act.


Where Is Kyra? Review: Michelle Pfeiffer Gives the Performance of Her Career

Tuesday, May 26, 2020

Juliet, Naked Review: Music Superfandom Gets the Quirky, Spiky Romcom Treatment

Music fandom among males is a specialty of author Nick Hornby (see: the vinyl nerds, on page and screen, of High Fidelity), and the British writer continues his probe into the pathology of rock obsession with Juliet, Naked. The fan in question is Duncan (Chris ODowd), an academic who teaches Cinema and TV Studies, i.e. he makes classroom comparisons of The Wire to Shakespeare and Dickens that seem hilarious (and spot-on). Still, the professor saves his most rapt admiration for Tucker Crowe (Ethan Hawke), an alt-rocker who achieved cult status 25 years ago by walking off stage for good after releasing one album called Juliet. For Duncan, the music is such a consuming passion that one room of his house in the English waterfront town of Sandcliff is devoted to all things Tucker.

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Who could live with his dude? In reality, no one. But in the film directed by Jesse Peretz (Girls, GLOW) from a worked-over script by Jim Taylor, Tamara Jenkins and Evgenia Peretz our sad-sack hero has snagged the affections of Annie (Rose Byrne), a museum curator who puts up with this patronizing gent and fans notes until, well, she doesnt. When a package arrives at the house Annie and Duncan share, it contains Juliet, Naked, a demo CD of the album think Tucker unplugged. Annie disses it as dreary; she even says so on Duncans website. It also doesnt help that her boyfriend is having it on with a fellow teacher, an attraction she believes is totally based on her rival having the right reaction to Tuckers music.

Based on his 2009 novel, Juliet, Naked is brimming with Hornbys signature wit and wide streak of melancholy. But the whole fandom-run-amuck story would feel frustratingly rote were it not for the vitality of the performances. ODowd proves that the right actor can play a jerk and still make him fallibly human and appealing. Byrne, a scrappy treasure in such comedies as Bridesmaids and Spy, spices up her natural charm with wicked mischief. Shes a pleasure to watch.

And sparks really do fly when the scruffy Tucker shows up in person and Hawke looking attractively dazed and confused underplays his way into our hearts. It turns out the musician has read Annies takedown of his tunes on Duncans website and totally agrees with her criticisms. The script contrives for the two to meet at a London hospital where the singer-songwriter, having suffered a heart attack, is visited by a series of ex-wives and neglected children who seem disappointed the bastard may survive. Peretz directs the scene as farce and it jolts the film to life.

Nothing really tops that moment, but Byrne and Hawke create a relationship to root for even if this couple couldnt be more wrong for each other. Juliet, Naked is annoyingly hit and miss. But when Annie and Tucker connect with the gob-smacked Duncan, the movie substitutes the hard sell for grace notes and wins us over.


Juliet, Naked Review: Music Superfandom Gets the Quirky, Spiky Romcom Treatment

The Catcher Was a Spy Review: Secret-Agent Sports Hero Biopic Strikes Out

The road to hell is paved with good intentions, they say and the path of good intentions, wed wager, is liberally bricked with dull, earnest important-man biopics. An adaptation of Nicholas Dawidoffs 1994 book of the same name, The Catcher Was a Spy rewinds back to the mid-1930s, when baseball player Moses Moe Berg (Paul Rudd) was on the Boston Red Sox roster and keeping Fenway fans cheering on their feet. He gets a little guff for being a Jew (per Berg, he modestly characterizes himself as Jew-ish with a shrug the implied hyphen is key), and a lot of grief due to teammate suspicions of being queer. Berg did have a girlfriend, Estella Huni (Sienna Miller), though hes in no hurry to marry her. His nickname is Professor, thanks to academic detours through Princeton, Columbia and the Sorbonne; he goes on quiz shows and speaks close to 10 languages fluently or near-fluently, including Japanese.

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That last part is what earns him a spot on an All-Star team next to Babe Ruth and Lou Gehrig, which heads over the Land of the Rising Sun for an exhibition game. While hes there, Berg gets a tip that war between the nations may be brewing, and he happens to film some home movies of Japanese shipping ports. After Pearl Harbor happens, the catcher is summoned to meet William Wild Bill Donovan (Jeff Mild Jeff Daniels), the head of the Office Strategic Services. Hes seen the films. This intelligence-agency godhead is impressed by the citizens initiative, his smarts and his ability to keep a secret. He recruits Berg for a special mission: find a German scientist named Heisenberg. The man may be working on a bomb that could tilt the conflict in the Axis favor.

So with the help of Manhattan Project bigwig Robert Furman (Guy Pearce) and Dutch-American physicistSamuel Goudsmit (Paul Giamatti, gamely wrestling with an accent and coming remarkably close to winning), the ball player comes in from the cold and heads to Europe. Once there, theyll dodge bullets and track down other eggheads [yawn], in the hopes that they can get close enough to the German and [yaawwn] either convert him or kill him. When Berg and Heisenberg, played by Mark Strong, finally meet in Zurich, theres a lot of dinner-party staredowns, and some [yaaaawwwwn] tortured chess metaphors, plus a few philosophical discussions about the nature the nature of

[Zzzzzzzzzzzz]

Given the mix of sports and spycraft, combat and class issues, racism and homophobia and Nazis and patriotism and a historically fraught moment in which millions of lives rest in the hands of man who throws a mean fastball, this based-on-true-story thriller should have been a home run. (Sorry.) Instead, director Ben Lewin, a journeyman whos done everything from Australian TV to the 2012 Sundance drama The Sessions, simply plods from one scene to the next, never finding the spark to light a fire beneath the film. Berg led two lives, and the movie doesnt do justice to either the attempts to play up the ships-in-the-night romance with Estella feels stillborn, the sense of overcoming social prejudices register as half-finished PSAs and the espionage aspects feel inert and frustratingly slack. A sequence involving a firefight in a bombed out village flatlines before your very eyes. Even when Rudd and Strong finally do get the chance to stage a cat-and-mouse game between the two intellectuals, you get the sneaking suspicion that the cat has been sedated and the mouse is preoccupied with other, far more pressing matters.

Which is a shame, given that Bergs twisting, turning American-hero tale cries out for a screen adaptation full of suspense and sacrifice and outfield worship. Not to mention that Catcher is blessed with impeccable period production design and a beautifully tony WWII-era look; cinematographer Andrij Parekh knows how to lay on the slate grays and drab olive greens, and gives the upper-crust scenes a deco aristocratic lushness. You can tell Rudd is trying to stretch out here, taking on a heroic role that doesnt require him to shrink to ant-size and a straight dramatic part thats the opposite of someone whod sing the praises of Sex Panther cologne. (Not to mention the actor is a natural fit for being an overcoat-wearing, old-timey matinee idol of the 1940s squint and youd swear you were watching Alan Ladd.)

None of that matters, however, if you cant make use of your pretty-to-gritty visuals and your dashing leading man has nothing to do. Everything just sort of gradually inches along, before finally getting around to the inevitable end-credit IRL photo album and de facto disclaimers (Berg remained a bachelor, going between ballfields and libraries). The swing-and-a-misses keep on coming.Boring is the last word you should use for a sports-hero-turned-spy story like this; its the only one that comes to mind after youve seen the film.


The Catcher Was a Spy Review: Secret-Agent Sports Hero Biopic Strikes Out

Fifty Shades Freed Review: Welcome to the Most Painful Shades of All

What timing! In the era of #MeToo and #Times Up, it hardly seems like the moment for a movie about a woman who does the sexual bidding of a powerful rich dude. (Though it might be just the ticket on whatever island Harvey Weinstein, Louis C.K., James Toback, Jeremy Piven and other accused male predators are hiding out on.) Audiences are in for two hours of cruel and unusual punishment, even as the third and blessedly final chapter in the film trilogy based on E.L. James bestselling bucket of S&M swill conjures up a happy ending for Anastasia Steele (Dakota Johnson) and whipmaster hubby Christian Grey (Jamie Dornan). Can sex, referred to here as kinky fuckery, really be this dull, this sanitized, this devoid of human interest?

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Screenwriter Niall Leonard, a.k.a. Ms James loyal husband, and James Foley, a fine director (Glengary Glen Ross, At Close Range,several House of Cards episodes) who has no matrimonial excuse for participating, are back for a second go-round. They rejoin Anastasia Ana to her intimates and her sadist prince after a glossy honeymoon in France, complete with breaks for being blindfolded and worked over with her husbands tools. Once theyre back in Seattle, Christian does whatever gazillionaires do and Ana plies her trade as a fiction editor. Mr. Grey owns the publishing house, but tells his bride that she got the job through talent and hard work to be fair, she is extremely good at instructing assistants to increase a font size by two points. Her future in the industry is all but assured.

But we digress. Why did the honeymooners return home so soon? It seems that Jack Hyde (Eric Johnson), Anas former boss and the creep who did all kinds of nasty things to her in Fifty Shades Darker, is out for revenge because she lost him his job. Bring on the sabotage, kidnapping and murder. And quicker than the flick of a cat o nine tails,Fifty Shades Freed suddenly turns into a thriller with guns, car chases and last-minute escapes. It just so happens that the filmmakers are equally as incompetent at this genre as they are at generating erotic heat in Christians playroom.

Still, all the running around does give Johnson a clever actress who deserves much better a reprieve from getting trussed up naked and pawed by her costar. Dornan, to his credit, looks mortified by everything he has to do, including playing piano and caterwauling Paul McCartneys Maybe Im Amazed. The conflict between our lovers stems from Ana wanting a child and Christian not wanting to share her with anyone else. The mind boggles at what a toddler might do with the toys in the Red Room of Pain. Can our heroine turn the tables and bring her beloved to heel by persuading him to submit to her need to procreate? Would there be a movie if she couldnt?

As it is, there is no movie regardless, just a series of glossy tableau that lack even the vulgar charge of real porn. At this point, Johnson and Dornan cant even go through the motions of spank-pant-rinse-repeat with any conviction. They look as bored as we are. Back in 2015, we generously awarded Fifty Shades of Grey a one-star rating. For the sequel, we cut that down to half a star. With this last entry, we have officially hit the bottom of the barrel.Whips, chains, butt plugs and nipple clips are nothing compared to the sheer torture of watching this movie.


Fifty Shades Freed Review: Welcome to the Most Painful Shades of All

Monday, May 25, 2020

Venom: See Tom Hardy Threaten Victims as Alien Symbiote in New Trailer

Tom Hardys Eddie Brock may be battling the alien symbiote inside himself, but that doesnt mean hes lost his sense of humor in the new trailer for Marvels Venom.

Brock is a reporter who uncovers some dark work being done by Life Foundation. I find myself questioning something the government may not be looking at, he says in the new clip. I found something really bad. And I have been taken.

Headed by Carlton Drake (Riz Ahmed), the corporation is dealing in alien symbiotes. This is a new race, a new species, a higher life form, says Drake. While investigating the organization, Brock becomes a symbiote himself, the anti-hero named Venom. As Brock tries to come to terms with his transformation, hes both horrified by its power and amused by it.

That power, its not completely awful, he quips as he fights Drakes hired goons. After Venom delivers a terrifying speech at a store to one of his victims about how he will eat parts of his body one-by-one, he turns back into Brock and tells the shocked shopkeeper, Oh, I have a parasite.

Another symbiote is introduced in the new trailer. Ahmeds Riot makes an appearance and goes head-to-head with Venom.

Ruben Fleischer (Zombieland) directedVenom,which also stars Michelle Williams, Jenny Slate, Scott Haze and Reid Scott. The film hits theaters on October 5th.


Venom: See Tom Hardy Threaten Victims as Alien Symbiote in New Trailer

Sundance 2018: Joan Jett, M.I.A. Docs Premiere, Wow Fest Crowds

Its that vocals that always gets you first the snarl that comes through Joan Jetts singing, sandpaper-rough around the edges and 100-percent fuck-you attitude. Yes, shes a first-class rhythm guitarist (listen the opening of the Runaways You Drive Me Wild and tell us thats not gloriously, gut-punchingly rifftastic). But that voice thats what rock & roll sounds like. Seductive. Jagged. Rebellious. Like her vocal cords are going to jump out of her throat and kick your ass.

Bad Reputation, Kevin Kerslakes doc on Joan of Rock that premiered Monday at Sundance, takes it for granted that we know that voice intimately, whether youre a die-hard Jett-setter or just know her as the raven-haired tough chick singing I Love Rock and Roll on MTV way back when. But he adds a little gift at the end of his portrait, playing an isolated track of Jett barking out the title song without any backing. Its just the first verse, no guitar or drums, no frills, and you can hear the glam influences, the punk touches, the pop-music momentum in her phrasing. Its part catchy hook and part left-hook, and as the movie reminds us, a nice little corner Jett has occupied in music for forty-plus years regardless of whether shes playing state fairs or arenas.

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Girls dont play rock and roll, a 13-year-old Joan is told when she hauls her Sears Silvertone guitar over to a teachers house. Tell me I cant do something and its a sure way to get me do it, she notes, and Bad Reputation spends the rest of its running time demonstrating her devotion to proving every doubter wrong. We follow Jett as she goes from Rodney Bingenheimers underage disco/freak-magnet HQ to making demos for legendary sleazebag Kim Fowley; founding the Runaways, becoming big in Japan (really) and producing an album for legendary L.A. punks the Germs; hanging with Sid Vicious, hooking up with bubblegum musician-turned-superproducer Kenny Laguna and forming the Blackhearts. Some hit singles and success follow, as does a cooling-off period, a part in the rock and roll cancer movie Light of Day next to Michael J. Fox and some lean years. Then riot grrls and Warped tours turn her into reclaimed, recharged feminist-by-default icon. The one constant: playing loud, fast, filthy, pussy to the wood music.

Its a lot to pack into two audience-friendly hours, which may be why Kerslake an old hand at music video journals and bio-docs barrels through everything at the speed of a Blackhearts rhythm track. Jetts animal rights activism and mentoring of younger musicians like Kathleen Hanna (who appears with her Beastie husband as two of a dozen talking heads) get a good deal of play; her personal life does not, other then the telling quote Rock and roll is not a person and I like to think I know the difference. Otherwise, shes a monastic devotee to the perfect power-chord combo. Her longest lasting and per the film, apparently her only relationship seems to be with Laguna, as they play out a Platonic ideal of a bickering old married couple sans the sex (Burns and Allen in reverse is how Hanna describes them).

So it was great to hear Jett talk about her parents during the postscreening Q&A, how she was estranged from her dad until she spotted him at a show and how her mom used to talk with Runaways manager Fowley for hours on the phone, daily during the bands heyday. Even better: When a fan started to talk about seeing Jett perform in the 1980s, the rock star said, Hold on, lemme come to you then waded into the crowd to speak to the woman face to face. You get very, very little of the intimate former version and a lot of the latter charismatic, superstar-of-the-people version in Bad Reputation its the sort of portrait that gets by largely on the pleasure of its subjects company. The good news is: Why wouldnt you want to hang out with someone that badass for 90 minutes?

You get a hell of a lot of the personal, however, in Matangi/Maya/M.I.A., a long-in-the-works look at the Tamil immigrant turned global rap-pop juggernaut that feels like a home movie dotted with the occasional musical interlude. Mathangi Maya Arulpragasam and director Steven Loveridge go way back to their art-school days, long before world tours and boom-boom-boom-take-your-mon-eyyy choruses; both of them wanted to be filmmakers. Maya had used music as a refuge for her feelings of alienation at being a Sri Lankan refugee living in London since shed been a kid, going from Madonna to Public Enemy. But she had been documenting her life for a while, from return trips to her politically fraught country to accompanying Elasticas Justine Frischmann for a commissioned tour diary. There was plenty of origin-story material and behind-the-scenes, dancing-for and crying-into-the-camera snippets to go around.

So yes, if you want to hear about her need to follow her own musical muse, how boyfriend/collaborator Diplo helped her meld and sharpen her multi-culti sick-beats sound, her writing process or where the genius idea to sample the Clash for her hit Paper Planes came from thats missing in action. Remember the impact 2005s Arularmade when you first heard it? Heres the film on its making: She plays a Galang demo for XL records; Arular gets 10,000 downloads on Napster; she steps on a stage and rocks a mike. Boom, boom, boom. Thats how bare bones M/M/M treats the actual output. Concert scenes come and go in a blink. We do not see her eureka moments or studio breakthroughs. Theres little what or how, but a ton of why.

Because Loveridge is, admittedly, after something else. In one of the funniest and most uncomfortable Q&As weve ever experienced at Sundance, the director explained to us and to Maya, standing next to him after having just seen the finished product for the very first time that someone could find performance footage of her anywhere. He wanted to dig deep into the other stuff: her dads history with the Tamil Tigers, her experience as an immigrant, her relationship with the nation she was forced to flee, her own political awakening and her frustration over the media expecting her to just sing, look pretty and and shut up instead of, yknow bringing up genocide. Yes, there will be truffle fries the infamous Lynn Hirschberg NYT magazine profile gets a lot of screen time, as does the Super Bowl incident involving her televised-to-millions middle finger.

The result is a fascinating and insightful mess that puts Maya, rather than M.I.A., front and center. That surprised the subject herself, of course that and the fact the movie was finished at all, she added. The backstory behind this, as she recounted from the stage, started with her giving him tapes for a live-music project back in 2013. Loveridge then disappeared for five years and Maya had to hire someone to surreptitiously try to steal the tapes at one point. (It gets even more complicated.) It wasnt what I expected, she said, as Loveridge fidgeted around. Then: Its so long, Im surprised people didnt walk out. The old friends seemed slightly more at ease by the end of the audience questions; hopefully, everyone involved with the project wont change a thing.Matangi/Maya/M.I.A. offers the sort of all-access peeks that most celebrities and headliners arent crazy about having out there. But damned if you dont understand Ms.Arulpragasam by the time the lights come up.


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You Were Never Really Here: Joaquin Phoenix and Lynne Ramsays Sweet Revenge

Joaquin Phoenix is smiling. Was that an earthquake?! he asks excitedly. At first, its imperceptible, but hes right: He and director Lynne Ramsay are sitting in a Los Angeles office discussing their titanic thriller,You Were Never Really Here, when, suddenly, the ground begins shaking. Its just a mild temblor, but enough of a jolt that Phoenix announces, That was pretty good! before checking to make sure people in the next room are OK. In comparison to her animated star, the Scottish filmmaker takes a beat to absorb whats happened and then returns to answering the question shed been asked something about the theme of violence in her movies.The world makes me super-concerned at the moment, she admits once the shaking subsides. Theres crazy shit going on. I think I question violence, where it comes from . . . and where its going.

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That brief but intense quake is about as nice a metaphor as youre likely to get regarding the seismic cinematic event shot at breakneck speed to accommodate Phoenixs packed schedule and a Cannes premiere date these two artists have created.You Were Never Really Here is not just a riff on revenge stories and troubled men; its a product of the improvisational, intuitive approach that these first-time collaborators adopted to craft a violent story about a former soldier hired to rescue runaway girls. To hear Ramsay and Phoenix tell it, making the movie was a mad sprint filled with 11th-hour inspiration and delirious dead ends. Nothing about the projectwas planned or proper. No wonder a random earthquake doesnt throw them.

The film, which won Best Actor and Best Screenplay at Cannes, began in relative tranquility. The Glasgow-born Ramsay, fresh off the success of her 2011 Tilda Swinton drama,We Need to Talk About Kevin, was presented with a Jonathan Ames novella about a mournful avenger who navigates a world of crooked New York politicians and underage sex rings. The man, named Joe, is given a mission: Rescue a senators daughter from the off-the-books brothel shes trapped in. Along the way, hes forced to confront double-crosses and his own disintegrating psyche. The rights hadnt yet been secured, but Ramsay decided to write a screenplay anyway, retiring to a small, secluded Greek island to work.

It started off a little bit like, Ive never done anything like this before, so lets see how it goes,' she recalls. But, yeah, it was terrifying, because I could have been screwed [if the rights fell through].

Joaquin Phoenix 'You Were Never Really Here.'

Still, excited to draw on her love of noir, Ramsay kept writing and she knew who should play the sullen but soulful antihero. She had long been a fan of Phoenixs work; he, in turn, was equally excited about working with her on something. It was just a matter of whether the timing would work out, since he had several films on his plate most pressingly Mary Magdalene, where hed portray Jesus opposite Rooney Mara. As Phoenix remembers, in the spring of 2016, I was like, Can you shoot this in eight weeks?' an insanely quick timetable considering the director hadnt even started location scouting yet. And she said, Yep. I was like, How the fuck could she say yes? I was certain she was going to say no, and I could be, Oh, well, at least I tried.'

It was an early indication that You Were Never Really Here wouldnt be business as usual. From the opening frames, the film announces itself as a repudiation of the storys pulp roots. Forget about traditional action sequences or a convoluted backstory designed to explain Joes motivations; instead, Ramsay introduces brief, nearly subliminal flashbacks of his past andprovides only slivers of incidents, mostly highlighting the aftereffects of the mans savage line of work. Even Phoenixs bulky, bearded physique is far removed from our image of a slick, wiry mercenary.

At the beginning, it was a lot of figuring it out, Ramsay confesses when discussing Joes unkempt look. [Though] I knew hed have a beard because Joaquin was gonna play Jesus. But the beefier Phoenix appealed to her desire to shake up genre expectations, wanting to move away from the straightforward six-pack guy, the 2D action-hero type of guy. And by conceiving Joe with oversize facial hair and a gut, the actor perhaps was signaling his own mixed emotions about this stoic, standoffish character whose only friend seems to be his aged mother.

To be perfectly frank, I dont know that I really did like the character that much, initially, Phoenix says. As is his style in interviews, the actor will often pause, trying to articulate motivations that always seem just out of reach of his understanding. There were a lot of traits about the character that were really subtle that took me a while to pick up on, he finally offers. Or maybe its something that we invented after I got involved, I dont know.

I [asked], Can you shoot this in eight weeks? . . . Oh, well, at least I tried. And she said, Yep. I was like, How the fuck could she say yes?'
Joaquin Phoenix

The shortened preproduction window was unusual for Ramsay, who first gained international acclaim with her gritty coming-of-age drama Ratcatcher (1999)and herwoozy, expressionistic character studyMorvern Callar (2002). Then cameKevin, and after riding high on the films reception, she was slated to direct her most ambitious work: the revisionist Western Jane Got a Gun, starring Natalie Portman. Creative differences prompted her to walk away right before production, and while Ramsay says she didnt immediately return to You Were Never Really Here after that projectfizzled, she acknowledges that the time spent on the Western may have helped get her ready for her action-packed vigilante thriller.

When you prep something, theres a lot of experience you get from that, she says. Id never shot an action sequence [but] I prepped some. Noting that she knows filmmakers who have prepared to shoot a project only for it to fall apart, Ramsay finally says, The bad things teach you more I know its a clich, but its true.

What really bonded the director and actor, however, was hashing out what they wouldnt allow in the film. It was a brutal rehearsal period, says Phoenix. [We had] this really strong script and this great foundation and this clear trajectory and a really well-written character and there was something in that, I think, that instinctually repelled us. Both of them laugh, looking at each other fondly. Every time we went through the script, all those things that worked made us uneasy, Phoenix adds. And we were like, How can we make this not work? How can we create a scenario that makes us find other things that we hadnt anticipated? That became what was so exciting: Who knows if this is going to be any good?

It was a constant willingness to fail, he continues. We would say, Well, we know that we cant do that we cant do these things that weve seen before that feel familiar to us. OK, that takes that off the table. . . .'

The freedom to dream up a new kind of vigilante movie abandoning dozens of script pages along the way energized them to the point that they felt a letdown when production ended. When we got to the end of the shoot, I was sad, Ramsay says. I was like, Lets make another movie!'

But the rush wasnt over for the director, who was asked to speed through editing in order to deliver the film in time for Cannes Official Competition. That was a risk a movies commercial and critical prospects can be obliterated after a poor reception on the Croisette and Ramsay admits to some initial reluctance, which she blew by to complete the edit. I felt confident in the cut, she says. I didnt [worry] about Cannes. I was too tired.

The version thats hitting theaters on April 6th is slightly shorter and fine-tuned since its festival premiere though if anything, its an even more intense, shattering experience. Not that Phoenix would know: Famously reluctant to watch his work, the Oscar-nominated actor prefers what happened on set to viewing the final product.

If you do five or six takes, and theyre each different, to see it cut into one take . . . thats never going to match the experience, he explains, getting more and more animated. We were in it together. I remember shooting at the moms house, we couldnt get fucking space alone. Every single little room was taken up with equipment. We were in a closet trying to talk to each other and have a little bit of privacy. Were just sweating and stanky and fuckin trying to talk!

That sounds miserable. But Phoenix grins from ear to ear. Nothing will match that experience, he says. It was exhilarating. I would rather remember that.


You Were Never Really Here: Joaquin Phoenix and Lynne Ramsays Sweet Revenge

Sunday, May 24, 2020

Alternate Endings for A Star Is Born Revealed

While adapting the nearly century-old tale, Bradley Cooper mulled a variety of ways to re-do a pivotal scene of the films dramatic climax. Warner Bros. Pictures Group chairman Toby Emmerich revealed some of them in theVarietycover story on Lady Gaga.

[Warning: Spoilers ahead]

Through all four major versions ofA Star Is Born, the basic arc leading to the tragic death of the male lead remains the same. Coopers adaptation had his character Jackson Maine hang himself in the garage of his home after realizing that his alcoholism and addiction were burdens on his wife Ally (Lady Gaga).

The first ending that I read, [Jackson] actually swims out into the ocean, where he commits suicide, Emmerich said in the new interview.The script that we had when he started shooting, he rides his motorcycle. It was more like the Kris Kristofferson ending [in the 1976 version] with the Ferrari, but with Jackson with the Harley. But Bradley changed his mind and came to see me and pitched the idea of what he ended up shooting. I think he was right. When I watch the movie now, I cant imagine it ending any other way.

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Cooper also spoke about some of his original ideas for the film, including the fact that he wanted an actual musician to fill the role of Jackson once he took over as screenwriter and director (he had previously been in talks to star alongside Beyonc when it was being helmed by Clint Eastwood). Isaw this other person that I wanted to do this, who is an actual musician, he added. But [the studio] wouldnt make the movie with him.

A source toldVariety that Jack White was the musician in question. He was approached before Gaga was brought onto the film. A repr for White did not immediately return a request for comment fromRolling Stone.

Related: Why Is A Star Is Born so Indestructible?


Alternate Endings for A Star Is Born Revealed

Korean, Japanese Fans Cant Stop Watching Bohemian Rhapsody

Bohemian Rhapsodyhas become the highest-grossing biopic of all-time, thanks in large part to Queens East Asian fans. According to sales figures from IMDBs Box Office Mojo, the biopic has made more money in South Korea ($70 million) and in Japan ($64 million) than in the bands home of Great Britain ($63 million). The Asian sales numbers were only bested by the U.S., where the film grossed $195 million as of January 9th.

The biopics popularity for Korean and Japanese fans may be attributed to sing-along screenings of the filmin South Korea, where moviegoers are also encouraged to dress up as Freddie Mercury. K-pop groups like Nature have been also covered Queen songs during televised appearances. TheWashington Postnoted that more Queen-related events have cropped up in South Korea, including a photo exhibit from the bands official photographer Richard Young and a tour headlined by the tribute group, the Bohemians.

In Tokyo,Bohemian Rhapsodyfandom has for now completely upended the Japans austere movie-viewing experience. Since Rhapsody, multiplexes have allowed moviegoers to dance, stand up, cheer and sing along during viewings of the film. It has also become a popular topic of conversation in various communal spaces around Tokyo.

For Korean and Japanese fans, the film has tapped into generational nostalgia while also exposing the band to a younger generation. Queen had immense popularity in both countries during the Seventies and Eighties, and that long relationship between the band and their fans there even prompted a gracious thank you video from guitarist Brian May where he marvels at the movies success in Korea specifically.


Korean, Japanese Fans Cant Stop Watching Bohemian Rhapsody

Saturday, May 23, 2020

See Joaquin Phoenix Become Joker in Twisted First Trailer

Joaquin Phoenix transforms from a mild-mannered man into a terrifying villain in the first trailer for Joker, director Todd Phillips upcoming take on the iconic DC Comics character.

The clip opens with an ordinary-looking Arthur Fleck sitting with his therapist, who asks, Does it help to have someone to talk to? His response: a chilling, foreboding smile. My mother always tells me to smile and put on a happy face, he narrates over a montage of Fleck scribbling in a notebook labeled JOKES (sample: People expect you to behave as if you DONT) and giving his mom (Frances Conroy) a bath. She told me I had a purpose: to bring laughter and joy to the world. Is it just me, or is it getting crazier out there?

Elsewhere, the trailer shows the character dancing with his mother, going on a date with love interest Sophie Dumon (Zazie Beetz), visitingArkham State Hospital and cackling at a stand-up comedy performance. Finally dressed in his Joker make-up, hes attacked by men on the subway and insulted as a freak and later, a news report recounts a cold-blooded crime from someone who hides behind a mask.

I used to think my life was a tragedy, the Joker notes. But now I realize its a comedy.

Joker, the first installment in a new series of DC films outside the Extended Universe, is out October 4th.


See Joaquin Phoenix Become Joker in Twisted First Trailer

A Prayer Before Dawn Review: Kickboxers Prison Memoir Is Punch to the Gut

There are boxing movies, there are jailbird dramas and there are hell-and-back memoir adaptations A Prayer Before Dawn throws all three of these genres into a dingy cell together, forcing them to either make nice or beat each other senseless in a survival-of-the-fittest showdown. Thankfully, filmmaker Jean-Stphane Sauvaires Bosch-like take on Billy Moores autobiography of life in a Thai prison allows each of these distinct narrative types to eventually bleed all over each other, sometimes literally. Moore (Joe Cole) was a Liverpudlian ex-pat living in Bangkok, fighting amateur Muay Thai bouts. Locked up in 2007, Moore quickly found himself dropped into a world where he barely spoke the language, didnt know the rules and couldnt tell which direction the next fist is coming from.

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So he learned to rely on the kindness of strangers notably a transgender convict named Fame (Pornchanok Mabklang) the mercy of a gang led by a face-tattooed kingpin (Panya Yimmumphai) and the power of his fists. And for the first hour, Prayer settles into a semi-familiar, if deeply unsettling groove as this stranger in a strange land negotiates a world behind bars. An absolutely horrifying gang rape is followed by a tragedy, one presented with an eerie matter-of-factness. Constant threats of physical harm occupy the time between sucker punches and shiv brandishings. The fresh-fish convict can give as good as he gets, but Moore sticks out like a pale, hallow-eyed ghost, with the movies compositions turning his sheer difference from the general population into a beacon for beatdowns. Whenever it can, the film ixnays the subtitles and simply lets lines play out in their native tongue, sans translations. Its one of several ways that Sauvaire keeps viewers feeling just as disoriented as his antihero.

Then, desperate for drugs, Moore takes on a job to rough up some Muslim convicts and nearly turns the assignment into a homicide. His spirit nearly breaks. He begs to start sparring in the prison gym at which point were thrust into a pugilist-makes-good narrative, as the fighter trains hard, hits harder and earns the right to kickbox for the institutions official team. You can point to a handful of other movies in which cons find release in the ring (see: Penitentiary, Undisputed), but those leaned towards being sports flicks that used jail life as a way to keep the stakes high. The difference here is that Sauvaire isnt interested in this regional version of the sweet science per se; the French filmmaker simply needs it to immerse viewers deeper into a world of violence and pain, one knee to the ribs at a time. Even as the story builds to a final mano a mano, the movie is less invested in a win-or-lose outcome than in taking you along for the ride. You dont truly know a man until youve walked a mile in his shoes, then used those same shoes to kick people in the head repeatedly.

Which doesnt mean the fight scenes arent complete knockouts (all apologies, well see ourselves out now). Theyre filmed with a claustrophobic, in-your-face intimacy and in long takes that make you feel youre sweating it out next to Cole; there are shots that make you want to duck, so as to avoid being splattered with his blood. The actor, whos costarred in the cult TV show/chic-period-haircut trendsetter Peaky Blinders and Black Mirrors most optimistic episode Hang the D.J., trained in Muay Thai for six months, and it shows. You can see the exhaustion in the endless bouts he fights onscreen, the shock and rage as the 29-year-old dishes out and absorbs real blows. It helps that Cole is a naturally soulful actor, which keeps the commitment to the physicality in extremis from coming off as Method stunt-performing or laddish hard-man posturing. More importantly, hes a ballast when things teeter close to the line between Eastern exotica and exploitation, pulling the focus back to Moores experience when the tendency to objectify a foreign, othered culture threatens to overwhelm the humanity.

If you were lucky enough to see Sauvaires previous feature Johnny Mad Dog (2008), in which filmgoers were virtually embedded with rebel fighters in Liberia and the director stocked his cast with reformed child soldiers, you could tell he valued you-are-there authenticity over social-issue handwringing. (The same notion applies here: Prayer is peppered with real-life ex-cons and was filmed in a former prison that had only recently been shut down.) Even more than verisimilitude, its the violent instinct among insular groups of men that fascinates him; you can practically feel the director leaning in whenever a group of thugs starts moving as one multi-limbed strike force or when Moore screams, I need to fight!

Yet neither Sauvaire nor his star are interested in boiling this cellblock survivalist tale down to a sociology lesson or an impressionistic mix of beauty and brutality. Near the end of the film, the prisoner is informed that his father has come to visit him. In a bit of meta-business, Dad is played by the real Billy Moore; he looks across at Cole, portraying the younger version of himself, and smiles, chuckles a bit. Staring at back at this kid, you sense that in that moment, hes made peace with the person he once was. And you suddenly understand what a gift this film is to him and to us.


A Prayer Before Dawn Review: Kickboxers Prison Memoir Is Punch to the Gut

Trailers of the Week: Lost Aretha Franklin Movie, New Coens, True Detective

It was a really light week for trailers last week (the main event, i.e. an official full trailer for True Detectives Season Three, did not drop until late on Friday) then, starting last Monday, came the deluge. Prepare to catch up on: a sneak peek at the now-in-theaters, soon-to-be-streaming-on-Netflix Coen brothers Western anthology; a doc on the late, not-great-at-all Fox News head Roger Ailes; peeks at some 2019 sci-fi for both the big and the small screen; a new live-action take on The Jungle Book from Gollum himself, Andy Serkis; and the trailer for a long-awaited, much-sought-after lost Aretha Franklin concert film. Check em out.

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Amazing Grace
Once upon a time, Aretha Franklin recorded a double album from two shows she did at the New Temple Missionary Baptist Church in 1972. Sydney Pollack happened to capture the concerts for posterity; for a variety of reasons, the film was kept from seeing the light of day. Now, four decades and some change later, well finally get to see the Queen of Soul making what is routinely considered to be one of the greatest live recordings ever. It world-premieres at the Doc NYC Film Festival on Nov. 12th. Were praying for word on a proper theatrical run.

The Ballad of Buster Scruggs
Six stories, two brothers, one genre Joel and Ethan Coens Western anthology hit theaters on Friday and will start streaming on Netflix on Nov. 16th. (See it in theaters if you can; it works wonders on the big screen.) You get everything from Tim Blake Nelson as a singing gunfighter to Tom Waits as a literal gold digger on the cusp of finding the mother lode as well as laughs, poetry, blood, sweat, tears, thrills, spills, chills, movie stars and death. [Spoiler: Lots of death.] Its most definitely a Coen brothers joint, trust us.

Captive State
This second teaser for the new movie from Planet of the Apes director Rupert Wyatt starts out like a conspiracy thriller: propaganda about a brave new world, men in ski masks taking whisking an innocent bystander away, shots of an urban city in ruins, a massive pageant in a football stadium, furtive glances between folks, some rioting and a voiceover that promises that we will rise up, etc. Its all very standard paranoia, Big-Brother-is-out-to-get-you stuff, until wait, what the fuck is that thing thats standing there, sort of click-growling and causing people to scream?! Ok, you have our attention. This hits theaters on Mar. 29th, 2019.

Deadly Class
At this academy, no one survives alone. Welcome to Kings Dominion, an elite school for what a professor (Benedict Wong) calls creative problem solvers. What he means, essentially, is they train future killers. And in addition to the usual stuff that a teen in the late 80s would have to put up with in high school, there also seems to be a slay-or-get-slayed competitive mentality in effect on campus. In other words: Get ready for The Breakfast Club meets Battle Royale, the TV show. Bonus points for setting this clip to New Orders Age of Consent. This Syfy series hits the airwaves on Jan. 16, 2019.

Divide and Conquer: The Story of Roger Ailes
He started as a producer on The Mike Douglas Show; he eventually moved on to politics, media management for Presidents and running a news network thats helped turn our country into the divisive, partisan-to-a-fault mess it is today. Dont even get us started about the sex scandals. If you can stomach watching the story of a man who changed the world and not for the better, we strongly advise you to check out Alexis Blooms doc on the life and times of this media bigwig. Its both eye-opening and stomach-turning. It opens Dec. 7th.

Missing Link
From Laika, the animation company that brought you the phenomenal Kubo and the Two Strings, comes the story of a good ol Sasquatch (voiced by Zach Galifianakis) who decides hes sick and tired of hiding out in the forest, only making his presence known via the occasional blurry photo. When he meets professional adventurer Sir Lionel Frost (Hugh Jackman), our bigfooted friend decides to enter the world of modern civilization circa the early 20th century. Why, yes, family-friendly shenanigans do happen! See it in theaters starting April 12th, 2019.

Mowgli: Legend of the Jungle
Andy Serkis dons his motion-capture suit and steps behind the camera for this live-action take on Rudyard Kiplings classic tale of a man-cub, some animals and those good ol bear necessities of life. Serkis himself is playing Baloo; a whos who of famous folks lend their voices, including Cate Blanchett (Kaa), Benedict Cumberbatch (Shere Khan) and Christian Bale (Bagheera); young Rohan Chand plays Mowgli. It hits select theaters and Netflix on Dec. 7th.

True Detective, Season 3
Come back with us to 1980, when Detective Wayne Hays (Mahershala Ali) catches a missing-kids case in the Ozarks. It seems like it should be an open-and-shut deal, right? Given that its the narrative of Nic Pizzolattos latest crime-anthology installment, were assuming that answer is a very solid nope. The trailer for the HBO shows third season looks like the new season is juggling three different timelines, serious racial tension, creepy looking stoner dudes, angry parents and some pulpy ennui. It premieres on Jan. 19th. Fingers crossed that a) its not as bad as Season 2 and b) this one wins Ali an Emmy.


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The Meg Review: Jason Stathams Man-vs.-Shark Blockbuster Needs a Bigger Boat

Jason Statham fights a shark. Say the phrase aloud, let the words swirl around in your mouth like a fine wine. Better yet, lets up the ante a bit: Jason Statham, he of The Transporter and Crank movies, fights a giant, toothy, prehistoric shark. There is so much promise in that sentence, so many wonderful expectations inherent in that high-concept idea. You think of the British action-movie star, a bruiser whose muscles have muscles and who resembles nothing so much as a bullet with stubble, and worry that the apex predator of the deep doesnt stand a chance. (Does the shark know karate? Can we give the shark a gun or something, to even the odds a bit?) The Meg may be an adaptation of Steve Altens inaugural adventure involving a globetrotting diver/paleontologist named Jonas Taylor, the first in a popular series of pulpy airport-novels, but the elevator pitch of Jason v. Jaws is whats really plopping asses in seats.

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Theres just one tiny, minnow-sized problem: The movie you saw in your head when you read those words above, the gloriously goofy and grandiose blockbuster that delivers both a ridiculous amount of summer-movie fun and just plain old Stathamesque ridiculousness? Thats not what you get here. With the exception of one scene involving a harpoon and a complete disregard for the laws of physics, The Meg ends up being just a high-budget, low-value attempt to sell you a typical tale of a tortured man tracking a monster, composed of spare parts lifted from other films you love. Its too chintzy to be a proper high-octane action flick and not nearly over-the-top campy enough to be the conduit for a great B-movie endorphin rush. This is not the Fast & Furious movie with teeth youre looking for. It needs a bigger boat. It needs a bigger everything.

Having failed to save everybody aboard a stranded nuclear submarine that was attacked by something big years earlier, Stathams disgraced Jonas Taylor now just wastes his days away drinking beer in a Shanghai harbor bar, wallowing in self-pity over his chicken-of-the-sea status. Meanwhile, aboard a nearby underwater research lab funded by a billionaire douchebag (The Offices Rainn Wilson, playing Martin Shkreli stuck in Paul Allens body), an expedition to explore a never-before-seen area of the oceans floor turns into a search-and-rescue mission. Once again, some sort of massive creature is wreaking havoc; also, Taylors ex-wife (Jessica McNamee) is aboard the trapped vessel. So our hero is summoned to the base, teaming up with his old friend Mac (Cliff Curtis), tech expert/hacker Jaxx (Ruby Rose), a fellow diver/scientist named Suyin (Bingbing Li) and several crew members well refer to as Future Snacks No. 4, 5 and 6. The missing folks are retrieved. Whatever was threatening them, however, has followed Taylor and Co. back to the surface. He believes its the dreaded Megalodon, a 65-foot supershark thought to be extinct. And there may be more than one of them on the loose.

The stage is set for a rough-and-tumble, Man vs. Natures Killing Machine Run Amuck thrill ride that never seems to get to the thrill part. You assume it will either try to replicate the high-seas terror of Jaws, the Grand Guignol gore of the 2010 Piranha remake or the self-aware giddiness of this legendary scene from Deep Blue Sea; instead, the movie just borrows elements and steals shots from a host of waterlogged horror-adventure flicks without bothering to channel what makes those movies a blast. Director Jon Turteltaub, a man who can list both Cool Runnings and the National Treasure movies on his resume, knows how to move an impressively fearsome CGI beast around but has trouble sustaining tension or constructing action sequences that feel like they have a payoff. Statham does a curiously diluted version of his usual thing every expression is a scowl or self-satisfied smile, every line is spat out like a chunk of half-chewed steak only without the fun you get watching an actor who can sell cartoonish mega-tough guy better than anyone working today. He has a license to kill parts like this, but leaves the impression that youre watching a computer-simulated version perform his duties. (The shark out-acts him.) As for everyone else, they either conform to one-dimensional stereotypes or get stuck with dialogue like, It didnt go our way. Not for [dead characters name redacted]. NOT FOR SCIENCE!

Eventually, the Megalodon heads to Chinas Sanya Bay the better to chew its way to the foreign markets heart, my dear and starts chomping on chubby kids and leg-thrashing tourists, at which point you expect the blockbuster money shots to start rolling in. Instead of a bite, The Meg merely gums its big climax, whimpering its way to a finish. Finally, you get a single moment of summer-blockbuster bliss that aforementioned scene involving the superhuman star, a harpoon and a fuck-you to gravity which only makes you wonder why everyone involved didnt simply do 90 minutes of that. The Meg isnt the worst high-concept, low-value movie to hit multiplexes this summer, but it has the distinction of being the first movie to involve Jason Statham and/or a killer beastie that can be categorized as deadly dull. Its not even worthy of your Great White Snark.


The Meg Review: Jason Stathams Man-vs.-Shark Blockbuster Needs a Bigger Boat