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Leader of the Pack

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Werewolves

by Hope Madden

A supermoon is a full moon that occurs as the moon is at its closest to the earth in its orbit. And this one time, the supermoon turned everyone touched by its moonlight into werewolves.

Wow. I bet that would be a fascinating movie. But that’s not the movie writer Matthew Kennedy and director Steven C. Miller are making. Their Werewolves, starring Frank Grillo, takes place one year after the supermoon that turned everyone in its light into bloodthirsty monsters. Tonight’s the night of the next supermoon, and folks are expecting the evening is about to get pretty hairy.

Who can save us?

Oh, wait. Did I say Grillo? Well, there you go.

The film feels quite a bit like The Purge with werewolves: it’s over in one night, no emergency facilities until daybreak, don’t get caught outside, pray nothing outside wants to get in.

Grillo plays a physicist with a military background whose team has been working on a vaccine. Will it work?

It has to work, damn it! We can’t survive last year’s bloodbath all over again!

It is a funny notion – beginning with what is essentially the sequel. Anyone could change if the moonlight hits them, which makes you wonder why people don’t make the universal decision to walk in the moonlight. Would werewolves kill each other with nobody else left to eat? Another possibly fun movie, but that’s not this movie.

Apparently, most folks do not want to take the chance. But Grillo has to risk it—he’s been separated from his family and must make it through the city, the wolves and the moonlight to get back to them.

There’s a vaccine spray (it only lasts one hour!), goggled children in rain slickers, post-apocalyptic zealots, gun-happy militia types, and his own limited ammo.

But let’s talk about what really matters: the monsters. How do they look?

Mainly, OK, kind of The Howling meets Rawhead Rex. Practical elements account for the old school look, which is more than welcome and fuels the grindhouse vibe. But the truth is that this is a siege action film more than a horror flick.

There’s lots of gunplay, along with some car explosions and werewolf fist fights—paw fights? It’s ridiculous fun. And if you got full moon fever as soon as you heard “Grillo’s in a werewolf action flick,” Werewolves won’t disappoint.

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Party Over Oops, Out of Time

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Y2K

by George Wolf

Who can forget those crazy few years when people like my Mom were buying books called “Time Bomb 2000,” and then it struck midnight on 12/31/99 and…nothing much happened.

With Y2K, director and co-writer Kyle Mooney reimagines that New Year’s Eve as a night when plenty happens. The double zero year wreaks technological havoc that’s even worse than the doomsayers warned, and a bunch of teenage New York partygoers have to fight for their lives while reminding us about everything 90s.

Eli (Jaeden Martell) and Danny (Julian Dennison) are lifelong BFFs (“the Sticky Boys!”) but pretty low on the high school status bar. Eli pines for the pop-u-lar Laura (Rachel Zegler), and figures the big NYE party that they’re not really invited to might be his best chance to steal a midnight smooch.

So the Sticky Boys crash. But what the F? The start of a new millenium instantly turns everyday tech into killing machines, and bodies start piling up with a succession of comical blood-splatter.

Mooney co-wrote the underrated Brigsby Bear in 2017, but Y2K marks his first directing effort. He also joins the cast as a relentlessly upbeat hippie stoner, adding to the film’s array of characters who are sufficiently amusing inside some usual high schooler stereotypes.

And as the kids head out across Brooklyn looking for a safe haven, Mooney plays with zombie outbreak tropes while Fred Durst has some fun sending up his own image. There are laughs to be had before things get overly silly, but Mooney finds his groove by serving up plenty of nostalgic callbacks that will hit 90s kids in the feels and give the older viewers some knowing smiles and head nods.

I mean, remember how long it used to take just to burn one freaking compact disc?

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Jolly Holiday

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Get Away

by Hope Madden

It’s not a terribly unique set up. A carful of travelers stops off just before their destination and the surly local, upon hearing of their destination, warns them. They mustn’t go! It is doom!

Well, that’s not exactly the message. What the surly diner owner tells Richard (Nick Frost, who also writes), Susan (Aisling Bea) and their kids Jessie (Maisie Ayers) and Sam (Sebastian Croft) is that Svälta is not a tourist destination and that the Swedish islanders will be especially unwelcoming during this, their sacred celebration.

Pish posh, they’ve rented an Airbnb. They’ll take the last ferry, face the incredibly unwelcoming islanders, and find their way to the cozy little cottage where their host Mats (Eero Milonof, Border) lost his mother by beheading about 10 years ago.

Says Jessie, “My phone’s got no signal.”

Responds her brother, “Of course it hasn’t. We’ve come on holiday to a Swedish horror film.”

Even though Get Away quickly veers into Wicker Man territory by way of Midsommar, director Steffan Haars has already established the darkly humorous vibe that will permeate the film. But this is not a horror spoof as much as it is a retooling of genre tropes meant to keep you on your toes.

Frost and Bea make for a fun duo, a dorky pair just trying to have a nice holiday and keep their kids from getting too bored. Milonof delivers an unsettling villainous vibe, as is his way, but the comic elements here allow him to flex a new muscle.

Ayres and Croft steal scenes as a pair of teens ironically commenting on everything around them, their lofty adolescent mockery of anything and everything often serving for some well-placed comedy. Ayers even gets a couple of moments of emotional honesty, which she nails.

The film’s never frightening, but it does get bloody. The island population and all they’re planning feels a bit undercooked and the red herring is forgettable, but the core cast is having enough fun to keep the film upbeat and entertaining. With some well-placed Iron Maiden and an odd cover of the old Toto Coelo tune “I Eat Cannibals,” the soundtrack keeps you intrigued as well.

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Life Finds a Way

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The Invisible Raptor

by Rachel Willis

Well, it’s safe to say director Mike Hermosa’s film The Invisible Raptor is, in fact, about an invisible velociraptor. It’s also laugh-out-loud funny, gory, and a bit of a love letter to Steven Spielberg.

Dr. Grant Walker (Mike Capes) is a washed-up paleontologist who works at the dinosaur theme park Dino World. His spiel for kids includes the uniqueness of raptor coprolite (fossilized poop) and an embarrassing and inappropriate dinosaur rap accompanied by a man in a T-rex costume.

Inhabiting the T-rex costume is Deniel “Denny” Denielson (David Shackelford), who pumps himself up in the bathroom mirror before donning the rex head.

Into this less-than-stellar existence for Dr. Grant walks the aforementioned invisible raptor.

The movie’s humor runs the gamut from subtle to so-dumb-you-can’t-help-but-laugh, offering a mix of styles sure to elicit a chuckle or two from just about anyone. The film’s strengths lie in its ability to make fun of itself while also having a good time with an invisible raptor. When your villain is invisible, your gore really shines— and splatters everyone in its vicinity.

As the film reaches its second act, the jokes are fewer and an attempt to add some seriousness doesn’t work as well.

However, Capes is all in for this wild ride, and he and Shackelford work well together as the mismatched duo of dino hunters. The supporting cast, particularly Richard Riehle as the county sheriff and Sandy Martin as a foul-mouthed local version of Col. Sanders, add to the comedy.

If you’re looking for something with the humor of Zombeavers and the whimsy of E.T., The Invisible Raptor is your movie.

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Life in a Northern Town

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The Soul Eater

by Hope Madden

There’s a handful of filmmakers who raise anticipation with each new film. For horror fans, Alexandre Bustillo and Julien Maury have perched gruesomely within that prized group since their 2007 feature debut, Inside.

2021’s Kandisha was another highlight in a slew of genre films, all boundary pushers, all gorgeously shot, all benefitting from flawed characters in the grimmest of circumstances making tough, often unusual decisions.

Like Elisabeth (Virginie Ledoyen) and Franck (Paul Hamy), both working the same case—unwillingly paired as it seems a murder/suicide connects two separate cases—in a remote mountain village in France.

A married couple potentially implicated in the disappearance of a dozen children has brutally killed each other, each cannibalizing the other and reaching sexual climax before finally expiring. It’s a weird case, grisly, and for each investigator it triggers a painful past.

What the filmmakers conjure—working from a script by first time screenwriters Annelyse Batrel, Ludovic Lefebvre and Alexis Laipsker—is a pervasive paranoia that allows superstitious nonsense to look like logic. It’s a bit of a magic trick, and they pull it off by developing a sense of place that never condescends but uses outsiders’ eyes to see the creepy that’s accepted as natural by locals.

This atmosphere feeds a childlike logic that colors the film, appropriate because so many of the primary characters are children. These bruised souls give the thriller a melancholy darkness that’s hard to shake.

And The Soul Eater is more twisty thriller than the outright horror of the pair’s previous films. Though there’s carnage, blood, and a dark and thrilling finale, the true horror of the story echoes around every sad face and suspicious glance. The imagery is haunting, allowing the film to transcend its police procedural structure to become something more mysterious and troubling.

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Greek Tragedy

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Maria

by George Wolf and Hope Madden

After 2016’s Jackie and 2021’s Spencer, director Pablo Larraín wraps his Grand Dame trilogy by shining a slightly less engrossing spotlight on legendary opera diva Maria Callas.

Angelina Jolie is outstanding as the American-born Greek soprano “La Callas,” allowing Maria’s indulgence of her own iconic status to land as more realism than caricature. Jolie meets the demands of Larraín’s fondness for lip-synching close ups, and moves through the lushly detailed production design like a queen walking to her throne.

Cinematographer Edward Lachman, who earned one of his three Oscar nominations for last year’s Larraín collaboration, El Conde, elegantly captures the image of a solitary figure traveling an exquisite if lonesome city.

There is much to admire in the film, but this time screenwriter Steven Knight (who also penned Spencer) keeps the biography a bit too much at arm’s length. Anchoring the timeline in the last week of Callas’s life and then flashing back via Maria’s interview with a reporter (Kodi Smit-McPhee), Knight never lets us glimpse the full-of-life Maria that calls to us from archival footage over the closing credits.

Both Pierfrancesco Favino and Alba Rohrwacher bring needed warmth to their scenes as Callas’s devoted staff, but the balance of the film feels too tidy and glossy to be telling a life’s story.

As with both Jackie and Spencer, Larraín is able to illustrate the loneliness and isolation of an iconic woman. We see it again in Maria, we just don’t feel the tragic arc quite as deeply.

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Sea for Two

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Moana 2

by Hope Madden

Eight years ago, Disney took us to ancient Polynesia for a visually stunning journey of self-realization with an adolescent wayfinder and a narcissistic demi-god. Not a lot has changed in nearly a decade.

Moana (Auli’i Cravalho) is called by her ancestors to face a challenge she believes is too big for her. A god put a curse on an island to keep the people of the sea separated. She’ll need Maui (Dwayne Johnson) to help her.

Literally, that’s the same premise as Moana.

Some of the elements Moana 2 shares in common with the original benefit the film. The animation still looks dazzling, with gorgeous ocean colors, star-bedecked skies and the best hair in any Disney franchise. Songs are fun, and Cravalho’s voice remains as stirring as ever. Johnson’s voice has not improved, but the film makes that work.

“Beyond” is likely to be the song most remembered, but “Get Lost” is a fun one as well. And though the sentiment becomes important to the plot, the character attached to that piece of advice appears and disappears without any real attachment to the film. She’s a needless add on, someone who controls bats in the middle of the ocean.

There’s more goop in the sequel. Lots of slimy, oozy, day-glow goop.

Everything else seems like less. Moana’s high sea adventure involves more help—an actual crew this time—and fewer problems. There are not as many foes, fewer episodes of danger, the quest feels less imperative, stakes seem lower, and characters grow less. It’s like a nice color copy of the original—still pretty, very similar, just not as compelling.

It is good to see some familiar faces, even if those faces are drawn on coconuts, and Khaleesi Lambert-Tsuda’s sweet performance and endearing voice bring little sister Simea adorably to life.

Kids’ tales that mine fresh cultural perspectives are always welcome and animated stories aimed at little girls that do not end in marriage are always needed. Moana 2 won’t bore anyone looking for a colorful time waster this holiday season. You’re just not likely to remember it into January.

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We Loved Them Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!

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Beatles ’64

by George Wolf

A Beatles documentary? Do we need another Beatles documentary?

I don’t know, do you really need more than one plate on Thanksgiving? I’d say Beatles ’64 is thrilling enough to be pretty damn necessary for anyone even remotely interested in the history of the Fab Four.

David Tedeshi – who served as Martin Scorsese’s editor on both Rolling Thunder Revue and George Harrison: Living in the Material World – takes the director’s chair this time, with Scorcese backing up as producer. Together they showcase incredible BTS footage originally shot by cinéma verité icons David and Albert Maysles. Though the Maysles brothers debuted much of what they shot in their own 1964 documentary “What’s Happening! The Beatles in the U.S.A,” this new Disney + feature includes nearly twenty minutes of never-before-seen clips. 

And yes, it is nostalgic gold. Here are John, Paul, George and Ringo, all fresh faced and bursting with humor, energy and naïveté. Caught in the middle of the absolute frenzy that surrounds their first trip to America, they display the boyish charm of enthusiastic tourists eager to experience this long-promised land that’s going wild for their every move.

Well, not everyone is screaming, crying and collecting every piece of Beatle merchandise available (get a load of the guy who still has some unopened Beatle talcum powder!). There are also a few stuffed shirts running kids out of hotel hallways and calling these young pop stars “sick.”

But as enthralling as all these historical snapshots can be, Beatles ’64 finds its own voice in the way it connects past to present with touching context.

“Culture?” We see a young Paul McCartney respond to a reporter. “It’s not culture, it’s a laugh.”

Looking back now six decades later, Sir Paul does acknowledge the cultural shifts that aligned with Beatlemania, not the least of which was a nation mourning JFK’s assassination and utterly desperate for some joy.

Along with the new interviews featuring Paul and Ringo, and some later-in-life comments from John and George, Tedeshi catches up with a few of the teenagers who were there on the front lines of fandom. From writer Jamie Bernstein’s (daughter of Leonard) devotion, to music producer Jack Douglas’s priceless story of his teenage trip to Liverpool, to senior citizens still tearing up about their first Beatles moment so long ago, Beatles ’64 weaves intimate moments from idols and fans alike into a warm and wonderful snapshot of wistful innocence.

The music’s pretty catchy, too.

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Higher Ground

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The Quest: Everest

by George Wolf

Two years ago, documentarian and adventurer Alex Harz explored the culture and fascination surrounding Mt. Everest with The Quest: Nepal. Then earlier this year, he detailed his own Everest climb with 360-degree virtual reality treatment via the short film The Quest: Everest VR.

Now, Harz combines the two for The Quest: Everest, his earnest and committed video diary that is full of heart and conviction, if a bit lacking in cinematic pull.

Harz’s intention to honor the Nepalese people is informative and commendable, and much of his footage on the mountain itself is sufficiently majestic. Harz’s voiceover narration and directing choices are not quite as strong, ultimately keeping the film grounded in facts and declarations instead of reaching the rarified air of true tension, awe and wonder.

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Return of the King

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Gladiator II

by Hope Madden

Ridley Scott knows how to stage an epic. At 87, he’s lost none of his flair with massive battles on land or sea, nor with the brutal intimacy of hand-to-hand combat. And he still knows how to cast a movie.

His narrative skills have taken a step back, but his eye has rarely been sharper.

It’s been 24 years since Scott’s Oscar-bedecked Gladiator cemented its position as the best sword-and-sandal film, but in the age of Caesars, only 14 years have passed. Scott opens Gladiator II with a lovely animated sequence honoring the fallen Maximus, as well as many of the filmmaker’s most iconic images.

And then we land on the film’s present-day African coast, a battle with a Roman navy led by Acacius (Pedro Pascal), a nation subdued, and a grieving widower (Paul Mescal) claimed as prisoner of war.

But we know he’s no ordinary prisoner.

For the next 2+ hours, Scott toys with “echoes through eternity” as he undermines much of the rebellious political nature of his original in favor of a returning king parable. That, a few wobbly accents, a couple of narrative dead spots, and a really poor decision involving sharks weaken the sequel.

But a good gladiator can’t be stopped, and Mescal is a really good gladiator. Russell Crow layered righteous rage with tenderness. Mescal replaces that tenderness with a vulnerability that only makes the rage more unruly. A touch of mischievous good humor humanizes the character and compels attention.

As does Denzel Washington. I dare you to take your eyes off him. Vain but wise, calculating and saucy, Washington’s Macrinus proves a much more complicated foe than the original’s wholly dishonorable, incestuous crybaby Commodus. But the simplicity of good v evil clarified Gladiator’s appeal. Macrinus is harder to hate.

Joseph Quinn and Fred Hechinger supply the syphilitic excess this go-round as twin Emperors Geta and Caracalla. Connie Nielsen returns, regal as ever, though no more skilled at staging coups. The balance of the cast is uniformly solid if not entirely memorable.

Gladiator II delivers an often exhilarating, mainly gorgeous spectacle populated by enigmatic characters performed admirably. It does not live up to Gladiator. But what could?