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There’s Gold in Them There Hills

The Isolate Thief

by Brandon Thomas

To the casual viewer, the classic Western has its tried and true tropes: the dusty landscape, the haggard hero, and maybe the damsel in distress. However, those days are mostly long gone, and the few Westerns that find their way to the screen tend to offer up something a little more left of center. While not fully embracing the neo-Western moniker, The Isolate Thief still delivers a film a little bit more unique than its classical brethren.

Young Ada (MacKenzie Foy, The Conjuring) is the sole occupant of a remote outpost during the Civil War. After stumbling upon a cache of stolen gold, Ada finds herself up against a violent crew of outlaws led by the cunning Fiddler (Sean Bean, National Treasure). As the gang’s patience wears thin, Ada struggles to navigate their growing frustration as well as keep the gold secret. 

The Isolate Thief has the traditional Western shootouts, but the real excitement comes from the tension director John Suits creates. More akin to a thriller at times, Thief uses the threat of violence to greater effect than violence itself. Still, when all hell breaks loose, Suits doesn’t shy away from the carnage inflicted by gunshots, stabbings, and beatings. This approach is especially effective given the film’s chamber piece approach – essentially taking place only at the outpost and the woods directly surrounding it. 

The aforementioned violence is often directed at Ada and the lone female member of the outlaws, Emily (Odeya Rush, Lady Bird), who isn’t there by choice. There’s an interesting – and purposeful – juxtaposition between these two women. Ada is the younger, more naive of the two, and the one willing to try and outwit these vicious men. Emily’s world-weariness straddles the line between cynical and pragmatic – often within the same scene and conversation. Her tragic backstory comes to light, but the true horror of her ordeal is seen only in the character’s eyes.

Bean is at his most sinister as the revolting Fiddler. Most will think of Bean as the redemptive Boromir from The Lord of the Rings or the gone-too-soon Ned Stark on Game of Thrones. Those of us who have been around long enough can remember when Bean cut his teeth on villain roles in Patriot Games and as a foil for 007 in Goldeneye. As Fiddler, Bean injects his natural charm into a character whose only love language is violence. We know what Fiddler is capable of long before Ada does, and it only ratchets up the tension as the film moves towards its brutal climax. 

The Isolate Thief is a thrilling and well-acted entry in the Western genre. While maybe not the next Hateful Eight, it will still satisfy most die-hard fans of this kind of rootin’, shootin’ film.

Cracking Nuts and Taking Names

The Nutcracker and the Four Realms

by Hope Madden

Let’s say your birthday falls in December and as a lovely gesture your family took you to The Nutcracker Suite every year to celebrate, and every year you remembered again that you had no idea what the hell the ballet was about. Suppose, then, that Disney decided to make it into a movie and you thought that maybe now, with some narrative, you could figure this shit out.

Well, you would be disappointed. But if you went to see the ballet and thought, damn, there is too much dancing here, The Nutcracker and the Four Realms might be for you.

Mackenzie Foy is Clara, a young lady who dreads enduring the first Christmas without her mother. She doesn’t even want to go to the big party thrown by her godfather, Drosselmeyer (Morgan Freeman in a really bad wig). But her dad (Matthew Macfadyen) drags her, along with her brother and sister.

After that, things begin to feel familiar, although they rarely feel like The Nutcracker. The film becomes an inverted exploration of childhood and adolescence. Like Alice in Wonderland meets The Wizard of Oz meets Hunger Games.

Helen Mirren plays lord of this disused amusement park overrun by rats and clowns, though, and that is hella cool. Meanwhile, Keira Knightly shamelessly steals scenes as Sugarplum. Both are fun in a film that desperately needs a bit more of it.

Joe Johnston (Captain America: The First Avenger) and Lasse Hallstrom co-direct. That checks out. Johnston brings a rather workmanlike attitude for spectacle, while Hallstrom—whose credits range from the Oscar-winning Cider House Rules to the unwatchable A Dog’s Purpose—brings an eye for manicured beauty and an utter lack of whimsy.

Do you remember watching the ballet as a child? The spooky, eye-patched uncle? The 7-headed rat? It is seriously creepy, and at the same time, there is wonder in every dance whether you understand the storyline or you don’t.

There are lovely moments peppered through this visually elegant picture, but there is no passion, no danger and no excitement.

And weirdly enough, very little Tchaikovsky almost no dancing.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BXfxLIuNJvw