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The Light Between Oceans

by George Wolf

Can stellar performances, skilled direction, pristine cinematography and an evocative score elevate a story built on weepy schmaltz?

Well….yes.

The Light Between Oceans is definitely a melodramatic weeper, but one saved from outright embarrassment by the sheer force of the talent assembled to bring it to the screen. Writer/director Derek Cianfrance (Blue Valentine, The Place Beyond the Pines) adapts M.L. Stedman’s best-selling novel with a determined earnestness and a rock solid cast.

Michael Fassbender is Tom, a WWI veteran haunted by memories of combat who takes a job as lighthouse keeper off the coast of Australia in 1918. Before heading back out to his post, a picnic with Isabel (Alicia Vikander) leads to multiple letters full of romantic longing between the two, and then to marriage. Years at the island lighthouse go by without an addition to the family, when suddenly an old rowboat washes ashore…with a crying baby inside.

The child obviously needs them, and no one will ever be the wiser, right?

Waves of guilt begin crashing at the baby’s christening, when Tom learns about Hannah (Rachel Weisz), a wealthy town resident who still grieves for the husband and child who were lost at sea.

The plot turns that follow seem born from a unholy union of Sparks and Dickens, as contrived circumstance begets impossible choice, painful sacrifice, and a search for absolution through that far, far better thing to do.

Cianfrance wraps it all in the majestic, windswept landscapes necessary to recall classic period romances, with sharp instincts for knowing when to let Alexandre Desplat’s music swell with power, and when to let silence fuel the sense of isolation.

Fassbender and Weisz are customarily nuanced and splendid, while Vikander is simply wonderful, making Isabel’s arc from youthful naivete to world-weary grief feel as authentic as material this emotionally manipulative possibly could.

The Light Between Oceans amounts to a two-hour struggle between talent and substance. One side brought the varsity squad.

Verdict-2-5-Stars

 

 

Docs Prosper This Week at Gateway

Every year, the lineup of documentaries programmed by Gateway Film Center President Chris Hamel for Columbus Documentary Week (Sept. 1 to 8 this year) manages to include most – or all – of the Oscar-nominated documentaries months before they’re picked by the Academy.

How does he do it?

“It’s something I genuinely love, and sincerely want my neighbors to experience,” Hamel said. “I think a great documentary can change the course of your life. When you feel that passionately about something, I think it shows up in the work you do.”

The results of Hamel’s picks in the last 10 documentary weeks have demonstrated an uncanny eye for the films that will later be named the best docs in the world. Last year, Hamel choose every documentary eventually nominated for an Oscar, and played eventual winner Amy, about singer-songwriter Amy Winehouse, for a several-week run.

“It’s a major arts moment for Columbus,” said Jami Goldstein, VP Marketing, Communications and Events for the Greater Columbus Arts Council. “There is no other place in the world besides Columbus Documentary Week, not even Cannes, where you can see these films together in the same week. It’s really a tremendous gift to the city.”

This year’s program includes 22 documentaries from around the world.

Opening the event Sept. 1st is Tower, a unique exploration, using a combination of live action and animation, of the U.S.’s first mass shooting, the 1966 University of Texas clock tower sniper. Tower will be followed by a panel discussion on gun violence in America, including a Columbus Police officer and community members.

The closing night film on Thursday, Sept. 8 – on the 50th anniversary of Star Trek’s television premiere – is For the Love of Spock, a documentary by Leonard Nimoy’s son Adam about his father and the Spock character Leonard transformed into a worldwide icon.

Also scheduled is Just Desserts, a behind-the-scenes documentary on the making of horror anthology Creepshow, followed by a screening of Creepshow.

Screenings will include discussions, director introductions, question and answer sessions and pairings with themed food and drink specials.

“There’s nothing like it in the country,” said Hamel. “I am proud we’re bringing Columbus this experience, and I can’t wait to see people take in these films.”

Complete Columbus Documentary Week listing: Opening Night, 9/1:
6-6:45 p.m. Mixer in the Lounge
7 p.m. Showtime

9/5, 11 a.m.
9/7, 5 p.m. TOWER Combining archival footage with rotoscopic animation in a dynamic, never-before-seen way, Tower reveals the action-packed untold stories of the witnesses, heroes and survivors of America’s first mass school shooting, August 1, 1966’s University of Texas clock tower massacre.

9/2, 9 a.m.
9/4, 5 p.m.
9/6, 11 a.m. NDIAN POINT (2015) More than 50 million people live near Indian Point Nuclear Power Plant, which looms just 35 miles from Times Square. Exploring the brewing fight for clean energy and the catastrophic possibilities of government complacency, director Ivy Meeropol presents a balanced argument about the issues surrounding nuclear energy and offers a startling reality check for our uncertain nuclear future.

9/2, 11 a.m. 
9/3, 9 a.m.
9/5, 7 p.m. THE OTHER SIDE (2015) In an invisible territory at the margins of society, abandoned veterans, lost adolescents and drug addicts trying to escape addiction through love. Renowned documentarian Roberto Minervini opens a window into this hidden pocket of humanity in today’s America.

9/2, 1 p.m
. 9/4, 9 p.m.
9/7, 9 a.m. A SPACE PROGRAM (2015) Internationally acclaimed artist Tom Sachs takes us on an intricately handmade journey to the Mars, providing audiences with an intimate, first-person look into his studio and methods. The film is both a piece of art in its own right and a recording of Sachs’ historic piece, Space Program 2.0: MARS, which opened at New York’s Park Avenue Armory in 2012.

9/2, 3 p.m. 
9/7 7 p.m. RICHARD LINKLATER: DREAM IS DESTINY A rare and unusual look at a fiercely independent style of filmmaking that arose from Austin, Texas in the ’80s and how Richard Linklater’s films — Slacker, Dazed and Confused, Waking Life and Boyhood — sparked a low-budget, in-your-own-backyard movement in this country and around the world.

9/2, 5 p.m.
9/4, 9 a.m.
9/6, 5 p.m. DON’T BLINK – ROBERT FRANK (2015) The sometimes harrowing story, told with unblinking honesty by the reclusive artist himself, of how Robert Frank revolutionized photography and independent film, documenting the Beats, Welsh coal miners, Peruvian Indians, The Stones, London bankers, and the Americans.

9/2, 7 p.m.
9/5, 1 p.m.
9/8, 11 a.m. ANTS ON A SHRIMP Charismatic Copenhagen-based chef René Redzepi, whose NOMA has been hailed as one of the world’s best restaurants, embarks on the thrilling, unprecedented challenge of relocating the restaurant and its entire staff from Denmark to Tokyo.

9/2, 9 p.m.
9/5, 5 p.m.
9/8, 9 a.m. BREAKING A MONSTER (2015) Follow along in the break-out year of Unlocking the Truth, a band composed of 13-year-old members Alec Atkins, Malcolm Brickhouse, and Jarad Dawkins, from playing weekends in Times Square to their first encounters with stardom and the music industry.

9/3, 11 a.m.
9/6, 9 p.m. DYING TO KNOW: RAM DASS & TIMOTHY LEARY (2014) A revealing, intimate portrait of Harvard psychology professors Timothy Leary and Richard Alpert, who in the ’60s began probing the edges of consciousness through their experiments with psychedelics. With interviews spanning 50 years, the film explores questions about life, drugs and the biggest mystery of all: death.

9/3, 1 p.m.
9/7, 3 p.m. AN ART THAT NATURE MAKES: THE WORK OF ROSAMOND PURCELL (2015) Finding beauty in sometimes disturbing visual studies of the natural world – from a mastodon tooth to a hydrocephalic skull – photographer Rosamond Purcell has developed a body of work that has garnered international acclaim, fruitful collaborations with writers such as Stephen Jay Gould and admirers like Errol Morris.

9/3, 3 p.m.
9/5 3 p.m.
9/7, 1 p.m. UNDER THE SUN “[A] revealing act of subversion that is arresting however you take it.” (Variety) Russian filmmaker Mansky smuggled footage from North Korea to create this documentary, which reveals for the first time at this depth the reality of day-to-day life in Pyongyang, North Korea.

9/3, 5 p.m.
9/6, 1 p.m. THE SEVENTH FIRE From executive producers Terrence Malick and Natalie Portman. When American Indian gang leader Rob Brown is sentenced to prison for a fifth time, he must confront his role in bringing violent drug culture into his beloved community — even as his young protégé dreams of becoming the most powerful and feared Native gangster on the reservation.

9/3, 7 p.m.
9/6, 3 p.m.
9/8, 1 p.m. KAMPAI! FOR THE LOVE OF SAKE (2015) A British sake brewer, an American journalist, and a young president of a century-old sake brewery in Japan join together to explore the fascinating origin and mysterious world of sake, or Japanese rice wine.

9 p.m., Double Feature JUST DESSERTS: THE MAKING OF CREEPSHOW (2007)
followed by
CREEPSHOW (1982) The ultimate behind-the-scenes look, warts and all, at the production of a horror anthology icon: Stephen King and George Romero’s 1982 classic, Creepshow. Followed immediately by the feature itself, Creepshow — five terrifying tales based on E.C. horror comics.

9/4, 11 a.m.
9/7, 9 p.m. WALL WRITERS Narrated by John Waters, Wall Writers provides unprecedented access to TAKI183, CORNBREAD, and other legendary graffiti artists, as well as footage and photos from the late 1960s and early 1970s where their art from was born.

9/4, 1 p.m.
9/6, 9 a.m.
9/8, 5 p.m. GERMANS AND JEWS Through personal stories, Germans and Jews explores the Germany’s profound transformation from silence about the Holocaust to facing it head on — and, unexpectedly, a nuanced story of reconciliation emerges.

9/4, 3 p.m.
9/5, 9 a.m.
9/7, 11 a.m. HOOLIGAN SPARROW A harrowing, inside acount of Chinese state surveillance. Harassment. Imprisonment. Human rights activist Ye Haiyan, AKA Sparrow, knew the risks when she went to Hainan Province to seek justice for six elementary school girls who were sexually abused by their principal. But the scale and intensity of the government’s reaction — chasing her ruthlessly from town to town — surprised even the most seasoned activists across China.

9/4, 7 p.m.
9/8, 3 p.m. SOUND OF REDEMPTION: THE FRANK MORGAN STORY (2014) At the late night jam sessions in LA, Jazz musicians used to dedicate their shows to the greatest alto sax player in the world, Frank Morgan, but if you wanted to hear him, you had to go to San Quentin. SOUND OF REDEMPTION is the late jazz saxophonist’s tale of redemption, from drug addict, conman, and convict to beloved elder statesman of jazz.

9 p.m. MADE IN VENICE MADE IN VENICE the movie takes you on a rippin’, shreddin ride with the sport and art of skateboarding, from its birthplace on the streets of Venice and Santa Monica – aka “Dogtown” – to the local skateboarders who’ve carried on its “tradition” from the early ‘70s through today, in the form of the now-iconic Venice Skatepark.

7 p.m. SEED: THE UNTOLD STORY Executive produced by Phil Fairclough (Grizzly Man, Cave of Forgotten Dreams). In the last century, 94% of our seed varieties have disappeared. In a harrowing and heartening story, reluctant heroes Vandana Shiva, Dr. Jane Goodall, Andrew Kimbell, and Winona LaDuke rekindle a lost connection to our most treasured resource and revive a culture connected to seeds.

Closing Night, 7:30 p.m. FOR THE LOVE OF SPOCK Presented on the 50th anniversary of Star Trek’s broadcast premiere. Adam Nimoy explores and honors the enduring legacy of his father Leonard Nimoy’s portrayal of Spock. Beginning with the original television series, Leonard Nimoy has appeared in Star Trek series and films over the course of six decades, including the 2009 reboot by J.J. Abrams.

Closing Night, 9 p.m. ONE MORE TIME WITH FEELING Screening for one night only, and #OnlyAtGFC: be the first to hear music from the new Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds album Skeleton Tree the night before its release in ONE MORE TIME WITH FEELING, a documentary of its production interwoven with live performance.

For more, visit gatewayfilmcenter.org

Waiting to Exhale

Don’t Breathe

by Hope Madden

Filmmaker Fede Alvarez announced his presence on the horror film scene with authority. His 2013 Evil Dead reboot was not only critically and commercially successful, it was also the bloodiest movie ever made. Nice.

For his sophomore effort Don’t Breathe, the director dials down the blood and gore in favor of almost unbearable tension generated through masterful deployment of set design, sound design, cinematography and one sparse but effective premise.

Young thugs systematically robbing the few remaining upscale Detroit homeowners follow their alpha into a surefire hit: a blind man (Stephen Lang) sitting on $300k.

The depleted urban landscape makes for an eerie reminder of the state of the once proud Motor City, but it’s also the perfect locale for a B&E – there are no neighbors left to call 911.

Unfortunately for our trio – Rocky (Evil Dead’s Jane Levy), Money (Daniel Zovatto) and Alex (Dylan Minnette) – this blind man is not the easy mark they’d predicted.

This is a scrappy film that gives you very little in the way of character development, backstory or scope. Instead, Alvarez focuses so intently on what’s in front of you that you cannot escape – a tension particularly well suited to this claustrophobic nightmare.

A masterwork in efficiency, Don’t Breathe wastes barely a frame. So few elements are telegraphed that the rare overplaying of a hand – a camera holds too long on a mallet or lingers on a framed photo sitting upside down on a mantle – feels like a real disappointment.

Rodo Sayagues’s taut screenplay wastes little time, relying instead on Pedro Luque’s panicked camera to convey as much as we need to know about the predicament these three friends have gotten us all into.

The always effective Lang cuts an impressive figure as the blind veteran with mad skills and crazy secrets. Wisely, Alvarez sidesteps easy categories. Though you may think you recognize each character as they first appear, no one is as easy to pigeonhole as you may think.

As he does with so much of the rest of the film, Alvarez makes excellent use of what little we know about the characters to keep us anxious.

But that’s not all – there are surprises enough to confound and amaze. You may think you have the old man’s secret figured out, but so do our hapless felons. Things get a little nuts as the tale rolls on, but thanks to the film’s breakneck pace and relentless tension, you’ll barely have time to breathe, let alone think.

Verdict-3-5-Stars

Wolf of War Street

War Dogs

by George Wolf

War Dogs starts with a guy in the trunk of a car and works backward, ending two hours later over the sound of Leonard Cohen’s “Everybody Knows.” Though both devices are tactical errors, what’s between them is a fairly effective take on true, undeniably American events.

David Packouz (Miles Teller) was a struggling twenty-something massage therapist in Miami when he re-connected with childhood friend Efraim Diveroli (Jonah Hill). Together, they grew Diveroli’s modest gun selling business into a 300 million dollar contract with the Pentagon to arm our allies in Afghanistan.

As Diveroli is quick to point out, “It’s not about being pro-war, it’s about being pro-money.”

Director/co-writer Todd Phillips, expanding a resume built on comedies such as The Hangover trilogy and Old School, brings a suitable zest to the insanity of this guns-to-riches tale, but falters when the time comes to move beyond his filmmaking comfort zone.

With The Big Short just last year, Adam McKay brought comedic sensibilities to the complexities behind financial corruption, dissecting a scandal with humor, insight, and most importantly, a constant undercurrent of outrage that War Dogs is missing.

It does feature a fantastic performance from Hill, and if you still doubt his acting chops after two Oscar nominations, that’s a YP. Hill is magnetic, making Diveroli a darkly charming sociopath who effortlessly becomes whomever his latest mark wants him to be. Don’t be surprised if nomination number three comes calling in a few months.

Teller is fine, if a bit underwhelming next to Hill, while Ana de Armas is asked to do little more than hold a baby in the embarrassingly cliched role of Packouz’s wife.

Phillips does serve up some hearty laughs and effective set pieces while telling this incredible tale, but too much of the journey feels like a testosterone-fueled romp that’s more about respect for the boys’ brazen ambition than the sad truths it revealed. It’s not that Phillips doesn’t want to dig deeper, he’s just not sure how to do it on his own terms.

More than anything, War Dogs is a film that constantly reminds you of other films. The Hangover vibe is rampant, from the guy in the trunk to the effective cameo by Bradley Cooper, but there are also shots lifted right from Scarface and Rain Man, plus stylistic nods to multiple Scorsese titles, especially Wolf of Wall Street.

That film, like The Big Short, carried a healthy dose of cynicism to dig at the wages of excess. War Dogs doesn’t, and closing with one of the most brilliantly cynical songs ever written only makes that fact more obvious.

It’s clear Phillips knows how to make us laugh. War Dogs is his uncertain step toward making us think, too.

Verdict-3-0-Stars

 

Call Me Kubo

Kubo and the Two Strings

by Matt Weiner

Describing the story of Kubo and the Two Strings feels deeply wrong for a film that takes great pains to remind us of the raw power of storytelling—that our lives come and go, and all we can hold onto is the story of ourselves.

But here goes anyway: Kubo (voiced by Game of Thrones‘ Art Parkinson) is a one-eyed boy who spends his days entertaining his village in a magical, ancient Japan. His nights are a lot less fun, thanks to dire if not particularly lucid warnings from his mother about returning home before dark.

As young heroes in mythical tales are wont to do, Kubo eventually stays out past sundown, invoking the wrath of familial specters (twin sisters, voiced by Rooney Mara) who doggedly pursue him through the village, leaving a trail of destruction in their wake.

Kubo’s mother saves the day, but at great cost, and Kubo soon finds himself on the run with little besides his stringed instrument known as a samisen, a talking monkey (voiced by Charlize Theron) and magical powers that grow stronger by the day.

First-time director Travis Knight makes an impressive debut after years of animation experience. Knight, also the president and CEO of Laika Studios, has given his group another modern stop-motion classic. Laika has never been a studio to tread lightly around adult themes in their animated films—but while Coraline and ParaNorman aren’t short on death, Kubo cuts to the emotional core with a story so saturated with loss that it becomes its own texture, something as visceral as the sumptuously animated hair or backgrounds.

Kubo follows the typical hero’s journey: suffer adversity, embark on a quest, encounter friends and foes, suffer more adversity, conquer evil. (None of this should come as a spoiler for the adults watching who have seen or read… well, pretty much any story before.)

But beneath the surface, Kubo and the Two Strings quietly but persistently makes us confront what it means to be alive, and just how tenuous the bonds we share are with the ones we love in this world. And the script deftly handles this emotional gut punch without getting sentimental.

All the way up to the end, the film continues to ask questions without easy answers. What’s the difference between a story, a memory and a lie? Are we more than that?

Maybe not. But it’s all we have, and if Kubo doesn’t inspire you to seek out new stories of your own, you might as well be dead already.

Verdict-4-5-Stars

 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p4-6qJzeb3A

Texas Two Step

Hell or High Water

by Hope Madden

Two brothers in West Texas go on a bank robbing spree. Marshalls with cowboy hats pursue. It’s a familiar idea, certainly, and Hell or High Water uses that familiarity to its advantage. Director David Mackenzie (Starred Up) embraces the considerable talent at his disposal to create a lyrical goodbye to a long gone, romantic notion of manhood.

Two pairs of men participate in this moseying road chase. Brothers Toby and Tanner – Chris Pine and Ben Foster, respectively – are as seemingly different as the officers trying to find them. Those Texas Marshalls, played with the ease that comes from uncommon talent, are Marcus (Jeff Bridges) and Alberto (Gil Birmingham).

Though both pairs feel like opposites at first blush, their relationships are more complicated than you might imagine. Foster, a magnificent character actor regardless of the film, is a playful menace. Though Pine’s Toby spends the majority of the film quietly observing, his bursts of energy highlight the kinship. Their often strained banter furthers the story, but moments of humor – many landing thanks to Foster’s wicked comic sensibility – do more to authenticate the relationship.

Likewise, Bridges – wearing the familiar skin of a grizzled old cowboy – makes every line, every breath, ever racist barb feel comfortably his own. Birmingham impresses as well, quietly articulating a relationship far muddier than the dialog alone suggests.

These four know what to do with Taylor Sheridan’s words.

Sheridan more than impressed with his screenwriting debut, last year’s blistering Sicario. Among other gifts, the writer remembers that every character is a character and his script offers something of merit to every body on the screen – a gift this cast does not disregard.

The supporting actors populating a dusty, dying landscape make their presence felt, whether Dale Dickey’s wizened bank teller, Katy Mixon’s spunky diner waitress, or a hilarious Margaret Bowman as another waitress you do not want to cross.

Even with the film’s unhurried narrative, not a moment of screen time is wasted. You see it in the investment in minor characters and in the utter, desolate gorgeousness of Giles Nuttgen’s photography. Every image Mackenzie shares adds to the air of melancholy and inevitability as our heroes, if that’s what you’d call any of these characters, fight the painful, oppressive, emasculating tide of change.

A film as well written, well acted, well photographed and well directed as Hell or High Water is rare. Do not miss it.

Verdict-4-5-Stars

Yes, It’s a Weiner

Sausage Party

by Christie Robb

I was expecting to hate this movie. At worst I was anticipating a series of increasingly forced dick jokes and at best a munchie-induced fever dream. Instead, I gotta say, Sausage Party stands up with the South Park movie as a pretty offensively entertaining animated movie for adults.

The film is set in a Shopwell supermarket where every morning the products sing about their desire be chosen by “the gods”—those big things wheeling the carts—and travel to the Great Beyond (via a song composed by Alan Menken—the guy who co-created the songs from The Little Mermaid, Beauty and the Beast, and Aladdin).

Little do the foodstuffs know what terrors await them on the other side of the pneumatic doors. It’s not nirvana. The Gods fucking eat you.

As the Fourth of July approaches, Frank—a hot dog voiced by Seth Rogan—eagerly anticipates hooking up with his honey bun (Kristen Wiig) in the Great Beyond. But after they are chosen, they and a bunch of other products are separated from their packaging and fall to the supermarket floor.

Forced to traverse the enormous grocery, the fellowship has to navigate the aisles to get back to their packages, interacting with their fellow foodstuffs in various ethnic-food aisles, partying in the liquor aisle, and generally trying to evade the villain—a vampiric and increasingly unhinged literal douche.

The movie certainly employs a fair amount of wiener-based humor and a variety of food-centric ethnic stereotypes (for example, the sauerkraut jars are a bunch of fascists bent on exterminating “the juice”, the bagel’s voice is a Woody Allen impression, and a Peter Pan “Indian”-style pipe-smoking bottle of firewater dispenses wisdom), but the movie turns to a surprising exploration of faith vs. skepticism and the extent to which religious belief fosters divisions, hostility, and repressed sexuality.

Although the movie manages to provide enough offense to go around, the majority of the jokes are actually quite funny. The cast is certainly strong. Rogan and Wiig are joined by Nick Kroll, Salma Hayek, Michael Cera, James Franco, Bill Hader, Danny McBride, Edward Norton, Craig Robinson, David Krumholtz, and Paul Rudd, and the sex-positive food porn scene exceeded my expectations of what was bound to happen once the wiener and the bun finally got together.

Seeing Sausage Party ain’t a bad way to pass the time. But, for the love of God, please don’t take your kids.

Verdict-3-5-Stars

 

Sit. Stay. Breathe Fire.

Pete’s Dragon

by George Wolf

Just a few months after a triumphant re-imagining of The Jungle Book, Disney heads back to the vault to give Pete’s Dragon a similar live action/animation reboot…with less magical results.

Much has changed from the 1977 cartoon, starting with the surprisingly tragic depiction of how a very young Pete becomes an orphan. Losing his parents in isolated woodlands deep in the Pacific Northwest, Pete is promptly befriended  by the very dragon whose legend has been passed down for decades in local song and story.

Pete will call his dragon “Elliot.”

Well, we’re told it’s a dragon, but here he or she is more like a big, green dog with wings. Look at it chasing its tail and fetching a stick!

Six years later, park ranger Grace (Bryce Dallas Howard) encounters an injured Pete (Oakes Fegley) in the forest and takes him home, where stories of a dragon best friend intrigue Grace’s father Meacham (Robert Redford), who may have his own history with Elliot. These stories also catch the attention of local meanypants Gavin (Karl Urban), who quickly assembles a hunting parting with an aim to “put himself on the map” by bagging a giant green trophy.

Director/co-writer David Lowery makes a monster-sized pivot from the poetic desperation of his Ain’t Them Bodies Saints, and while Pete’s Dragon is rife with gentle sweetness, it’s lacking in both depth and wonder.

After the bracing prologue, characters and situations are broadly drawn, as if to never challenge any viewer older than Pete himself. It’s a curious approach for a PG-rated film, and the less than subtle, too often sappy treatment undercuts later attempts to resonate on a more metaphorical level.

Does Pete’s desire to stay with Elliot represent that wish to escape adult responsibilities and hold tight to childhood wonders? Maybe, but that Neverland remains out of sight.

We do get perfectly acceptable, albeit generically feel good lessons on the importance of family, and that’s fine. But despite those wings, Pete’s Dragon never quite soars.

Verdict-3-0-Stars

 

 

Losing the Will to Live

Suicide Squad

by Hope Madden

Through it all – casting changes, recuts, reshoots, August opening date – I remained cautiously optimistic. Suicide Squad could be good.

Why? Because the villains are the most interesting part of the DC universe and the idea of a film unburdened by some superhero or another’s conflicted conscience or internal crisis, free to revel in the wing-nut chaos of nothing but villains felt fresh and risky.

And there’s not one but nine villains … yeah, nine is a lot. It could be tough to piece together a story that feels less like a cattle call than a coherent film.

But Suicide Squad offers a marginally promising cast. Will Smith is tired, but Jared Leto (hot off his Oscar) as the Joker can’t help but pique interest, and Margot Robbie’s done nothing but impress (until Tarzan, anyway). Plus – get this – the genuinely excellent Viola Davis takes on ringleader duties in a film that corrals all the nastiest bad guys for a black ops mission against a meta-human menace.

When Viola Davis can’t deliver, your movie is doomed.

Suicide Squad is doomed.

Writer/director David Ayer has quietly built a solid career with incrementally more thoughtful, more brooding, more violent action films. For those who thought the DC catastrophe Batman V Superman was dark, Ayer was the promise of something truly gritty.

And what more does he need? All the “worst of the worst” gathered together, leading a mission to save the world or die trying – and maybe die when they’re finished, because we certainly can’t let them out, right? They’re the worst of the worst!

Except for the one who really just wants to know his daughter’s OK. Or the one who’s reformed, his conscience keeping him from fighting this fight. Or the one who’s not bad, she’s just in love. Or the others who are absolutely useless to any mission and are here just to clutter up an over-packed, under-impressive landscape of bloodless action and uninspired set pieces.

Ayer has shown promise across his previous five films, but self-serious drama tends to be his undoing. Imagine how he struggles with tone in this would-be flippant exercise in comic book self-indulgence. Robbie and Smith try to instill some badass levity, but any success is due to their talent and timing because there’s not a single funny line in the film.

Leto’s little more than a glorified cameo in a landscape so overstuffed with needless characters that you’re almost distracted from the stunning plot holes and absence of narrative logic.

Suicide Squad is not going to save this disappointing summer – you should save yourself the aggravation.

Verdict-1-5-Stars

Bourne This Way

Jason Bourne

by George Wolf

If you’ve got some asses that need kicking, Christmas comes early this year. Jason Bourne is back, with a sack full of fuzzy memories and furious fists.

Star Matt Damon and director/co-writer Paul Greengrass return to the franchise after nearly ten years, trading some of the emotional depth of the previous films for a stab at new relevancy and two of the most effective action sequences of the entire series.

Since we left him at the end of Ultimatum, Bourne has basically been wandering the Earth like a violent Caine, grabbing cash in back alley fights across the globe. Old friend Nicky Parsons (Julia Stiles) tracks Bourne down to deliver more clues about his past, with CIA director Robert Dewey (Tommy Lee Jones), cyber division chief Heather Lee (Alicia Vikander) and the agency’s favorite assassin (Vincent Cassel) close behind.

Bourne’s search for his identity gave us a connection to the character that is now largely gone, and this film is anchored instead with what it calls “the great question of our time:” personal rights vs. public safety. Dewey’s new black ops program promises total cyber surveillance of the populace, even as he’s reminded that “computer privacy is freedom – you should think about defending it.”

Timely? You bet, but this layer isn’t explored as deeply as it could be, even as Bourne catches up with a whistleblower who is “worse than Snowden.” As it moves on to the next fistfight, the film sometimes feels like its running in place, content to feed the formula without a large chunk of the human element that drove it.

Still, this director/star tandem can run pretty well.

Damon’s brooding-yet-vulnerable intensity makes Bourne an effective anti-hero who’s easy to root for, and Greengrass is still a master of shaky cam tension. An early sniper showdown delivers sharp, hold-your-breath action, and the climactic car chase through the packed streets of Vegas is over-the-top spectacular, with a well-placed sign for self-parking becoming the exhale-inducing coup de grace.

It’s repetitive in spots, a bit ridiculous in others and slightly overlong, but Jason Bourne reclaims its legacy with a keen eye toward landing one last thrill before the theme park of summer shuts down.

Verdict-3-5-Stars