Chang-soo’s
garden is nothing like the one Frances Hodgson Burnett described. Frankly, it really
is not such a big plot point anyway. There is an evil influence that permeates
the entire country house andsurrounding grounds So-hee inherited from her late
husband. He secretly designed it to be her dream home, right down to the
titular flower patch, but something went very wrong in Ku Born’s Korean horror
film, Spring Garden, which is currently available on American Airlines
international flights. Tragically
and inexplicably, Chang-soo committed suicide, with no apparent explanation.
Naturally, his family blames So-hee, who was just as baffled. She is even more
surprised to suddenly inherit her the fabulous country home he secretly designed
for her, right down to the “Spring Garden.” However, bad things happen there,
as viewers know from the prologue. Of course, the teenagers suffering from the
terrible misadventure were also there with nasty intentions. Eventually,
So-hee starts connecting the dots between Chang-soo and the delinquents. However,
In-kyeom is still way ahead of her. He is the creepy guy who always skulks
around her house. He knows a lot about bad mojo. The question is whether he is
fighting it or causing it—or maybe a little of both. Admittedly,
Spring Garden is a fairly convention K-horror film, but it has yet to
have significant North American screenings, beyond its in-flight distribution
(seriously, you never know what treasures you might find on American
international flights). It was inspired by Neulbom Garden, which is allegedly
one of Korea’s three most haunted locations (along with Gonjiam Asylum), but
the circumstances of Baek Yool-seo’s narrative are very different than the
reported Neulbom lore.
Timuchin
is a prime example of the power of positive thinking. His hard head and fleet
fists do not hurt either. Usually, the big city of Almaty eats county bumpkins
like him for breakfast, but he is a college grad, who finished his military service
and closely studied all of Jackie Chan’s old school HK movies (the good ones).
Consequently, the bad guys routinely misunderestimate him in Aman Ergaziyev’s Kung
Fu Rookie (a.k.a. Timuchin), which is now available on VOD. Good
natured, lunk-headed Timuchin came to Almaty to apply for the police academy,
but his uncle Samat argues he should just find a girl and settle down while he
still has time to enjoy starting a family. As fate would have it, Timuchin
quickly meets Alua, a civilian academy employee who accepts his paperwork
(after a bit of teasing). She also happens to be the daughter of a high-ranking
officer and the niece of Samat’s special customer Samal. (Obviously, they are quite
compatible—just look at their names.) Of
course, Timuchin won’t back down when Arsen, the neighborhood gang leader acts
all thuggish. Timuchin does not look so scary, but he has the moves to teach
Arsen and his henchmen a few lessons, but they refuse to learn and keep coming
back for more. Eventually, they start coming for Samar and Alua. Anuar
Turizigitov’s screenplay is not exactly brilliantly original, but Ergaziyev’s fight
choreography is gleefully inventive, incorporating a host of found objects into
the melees. Essentially, this film is an introduction to Timur Baktybayev, to
determine whether his martial arts chops and ah-shucks screen presence can
carry a film. He passes the test. In fact, he aces it. There are
no special effects tricks, so somehow, Baktybayev must have the same kind of
rubber bones and cement head that made Chan so entertaining in his prime. This
film has been widely compared to Rumble in the Bronx, with good reason.
Indeed, you can see deliberate homages in several fight sequences.
Wonder
Woman has always been a particularly military-friendly superhero, thanks to her
close relationship with Captain Steve Trevor. Sadly, Trevor was killed in the Wonder
Woman All In comic book series. Diana Prince was busy caring for their
newborn child, so the killer was brought to justice in issue #16 by Detective
Chimp, who is exactly what he sounds like. (Please, please Sam Liu and DC
Animated, give the world a Detective Chimp movie.) This is a different timeline,
but Prince and Trevor are still immediately interested in each other when he literally
drops into Themyscira in Sam Liu & Justin Copeland’s Wonder Woman:
Bloodlines, which deserves a re-watch today, the day Prince was originally
molded out of clay. (That must have been high quality clay.) Some
kind of kaiju attack Trevor’s air squadron, but Princess Diana (the original
one, who didn’t live off UK tax revenue) saves his life. Her mother Hippolyta
intends to keep him imprisoned, because she fears “Man’s World.” Yet, ironically,
it will be a rogue’s gallery of female supervillains who eventually threaten
the hidden Amazonian civilization of Themyscira. This is
indeed a female-dominated story, except for Trevor, but he is definitely a
manly kind of guy. Recognizing his sense of duty, Diana helps Trevor escape, so
she can help him fight the invading monsters. Presumably, they are successful,
since that subplot mysteriously vanishes. To
prepare herself for her career as a superheroine and member of the Justice League
(who are mentioned in passing but never seen) Trevor places her with archaeologist
Julia Kapatelis, who will teach her about our world and to learn about her
civilization. Unfortunately, Kapatelis’s teen daughter feels like Diana steadily
steals her mother’s affections—to an extent that creates super-villains. Indeed,
Dr. Poison and Dr. Cyber exploit her rage, mutating her into the Silver Swan.
Of course, the transformation process will eventually kill her, but they do not
care. They just want to use her as a pawn to find Themyscira and plunder its advanced
tech. Adapted
from the Down to Earth comic story arc, Bloodlines works best
when it focuses on Princess Diana’s slow-building relationship with Trevor.
They really represent one of the great comic book romances. On the other hand,
it is a little off-putting to hear Trevor’s intelligence colleague Etta Candy
explicitly lusting after Amazons (this is a film kids will watch, after all). In
contrast, the old school William Marston-esque scene of a hog-tied
super-villainess come across like a knowing wink to Wonder Woman’s history. Regardless,
Rosario Dawson and Jeffrey Donovan nicely express the personas of Wonder Woman
and Trevor. It is also cool to hear Michael Dorn as the fan-favorite character,
Ferdinand the Minotaur.
The planet
dubbed “Ash” by the exploratory team is admittedly a bit of a fixer-upper. The
atmosphere is only partially toxic. However, by the Earth’s current standards,
that sounds like a pretty good deal. Unfortunately, something else got there
first, which is always how things work in movies like Flying Lotus’s Ash,
which opens today in theaters. Dozens
of teams were dispatched to prospective planets in hope of finding a suitable refuge
from the Earth’s imminent eco-destruction. Ash was looking like a decent
candidate, until something went wrong. Riya Ortiz is not sure what happened.
She came to with a severe case of amnesia amid the dead bodies of most of her
fellow crew, who clearly died violent, grisly deaths. Eventually,
Brion, from their orbiting overwatch comes down to investigate. Obviously, he
is a little suspicious of Ortiz and she is a little suspicious of him. He
insists she keep medicating, in the hopes that it might temper her possible psychotic
eruptions. Nevertheless, she keeps having flashes of memory return, which
suggest something not unlike John Carpenter’s The Thing. It is
absolutely bizarre that Flying Lotus (a.k.a. Steven Ellison) gave dramatically more
screentime to both Aaron Paul and Elza Gonzalez (who play Ortiz and Brion) than
martial arts superstar Iko Uwais, who portrays their commander, Adhi. However,
at least he gets a showcase fight sequence that shows off his skills. To be
fair, Paul portrays Brion with convincing shiftiness, but Gonzalez is no Helen
Ripley—not even close. Frankly, aside from Uwais, the only crew-member contributing
any charisma or screen presence would be Beulah Koale as Kevin (who also
happens to be a jazz trumpeter, which is a nice bit of character development). Most
genre fans will also anticipate every beat of Jonni Remmler’s screenplay, well
in advance. However, the effects and the gory fight scenes are nicely executed
(especially Uwais’s, of course). Arguably, the brutal action sequences help
elevate Ash above other Alien-clones (like Life).
When former
Hungarian Prime Minister Miklos Nemeth supported reclaiming the remains of his
predecessor, Imre Nagy, from an unmarked grave, so it could have a proper
burial, he genuinely risked ending up in one himself. Nagy had supported
democratic reforms during the 1956 Hungarian Revolution, which resulted in his
trial and execution by the Soviets. Memories of ’56 brutality weighed heavily
on Gorbachev when Nemeth decided to loosen restrictions in Hungary,
particularly with respect to the borders. When he opened Hungary’s border with
East Germany and allowed any crosser with a valid passport to proceed to any nation
that would accept them, he largely rendered the Berlin Wall obsolete. At least
that is how he remembers it—and he has a valid point. Nemeth looks back on his
history-making years as Hungary’s final “Communist” PM in Anders Ostergaard
& Erzssebet Racz’s 1989: A Statesman Opens Up, which premieres today
on OVID.tv. Nemeth
always had dramatically mixed feeling about the Party. His father did not talk
to him for six months after he joined. He was only selected as PM to serve as a
technocratic caretaker, who would hopefully arrange more Western loans and
credits. Hungary was teetering on the brink of default, so he was shocked to
learn the regime spent a large fortune annually on border security—including considerable
amounts for border armaments from our ally, France. Despite
clear opposition from Hungarian Party Secretary Karoly Grosz, Nemeth started
scaling back border enforcement, starting with the Austrian frontier. Naturally,
that alarmed the East German Party boss, Erich Honecker. Grosz was not pleased
either, but he really had a fit when Nemeth supported the posthumous
rehabilitation of Nagy. Grosz was not an apparatchik to trifle with. He first
made a name for himself as part of the Hungarian Workers Militia, working
beside the Soviet Army to hunt and kill his fellow countrymen. Ostergaard,
Racz, and Nemeth himself make a strong case the former PM has yet to get the
credit he deserves for the fall of Communism. Ironically, he steadfastly advocated
for free elections, even though he fully understood he would lose his position as
a result. He also played Gorbachev beautifully.
Obviously,
footage of the Soviet 1968 invasion of Czechoslovakia was dangerous. That is
why average Czechs and Slovaks kept it hidden. It was also a valuable
historical record, which is why they never destroyed it. Fifty years after the
brutal repression of the Prague Spring, filmmaker Jan Sikl shaped extensive
excerpts of previously unseen professional and amateur film into the
documentary, Reconstruction of Occupation, which premieres tomorrow on
OVID.tv. As a
collector of vintage family home movies, Sikl happened to be the guy who often got
called when someone uncovered an old reel of film. However, the cache of professionally-produced
newsreel footage of the invasion and subsequent protests was something else
entirely. Sikl started showing clips on news shows, hoping the demonstrators captured
in the act of resistance throughout his footage might come forward. Many did.
So did others who were secretly holding film of their own. Suddenly,
Sikl’s small project grew considerably in scope. Like many Czechs, the events
of 1968 greatly shaped Sikl’s perspective. Yet, he made a conscious effort to
interview those who chose to go along, as well as those who resisted. While
Sikl strived to be non-judgmental, the most memorable stories involve those who
lost loved ones to the Soviet imperialist invaders. For instance, one woman remembers
how her mother responded to her brother’s shooting death, by hoisting his
bloody shirt outside their window like a flag—until the Party ordered it down. It is
also fascinating to hear many of the protesters differing responses to Jan
Palach’s self-immolation. Some were deeply moved, while others found his
suicide deeply disturbing. Yet, in all cases, they still find it acutely
painful to discuss.
Sen.
Joe Lieberman was a Democrat, with both capital and small-case “D’s.” He was
also a man of deep personal faith and an ardent supporter of the American
military, who could often reach out to Republicans. In the year 2000, that made
him a potentially game-changing running mate for presidential candidate Al
Gore. However, in 2006, those same qualities made him a pariah within his own
party. Yet, he remained the same man. Jonathan Gruber chronicles his career in Centered:
Joe Lieberman, which will have special nationwide theatrical screenings
this today and tomorrow. Right
from the start, Gruber and Lieberman’s family emphasize how his devoutly Jewish
working-class parents gave him the faith and values that guided his career. He
attended Yale and interned for Abraham Ribbicoff, who remains to this day,
Connecticut’s first and only Jewish governor. Subsequently, a Yale Law student
named Bill Clinton interned on Lieberman’s state senate campaign. Thus,
began a long, usually close alliance that threatened to fray when Lieberman
publicly censured Clinton’s judgment and behavior with respects to the infamous
White House intern scandal. That independence and integrity made him an
attractive running mate. It also led to a close friendship and fruitful
working-relationship with Republican Senator John McCain. Frankly,
the dramatic arc of Lieberman’s career sounds like the unlikely plot of an
Allen Drury political thriller. Somehow, the Democratic Party’s 2000 Vice
Presidential candidate lost his 2006 senate primary, only to come back and win
the general election as an independent. Two
years later, he endorsed the 2008 Republican Presidential candidate, McCain,
who seriously considered him as his own running mate. Oddly, Centered
misses some opportunities to further burnish Lieberman’s independent
credentials. While the film briefly discusses how Lieberman criticized the
incumbent Republican Lowell Weicker during his initial U.S. Senate run “from
the right,” he overlooks the vocal endorsement and financial support his
candidacy received from conservative titan William F. Buckley. By any measure,
Weicker was considered more liberal than most Democrats and took great pleasure
in antagonizing conservatives. Buckley and other national conservatives
recognized Lieberman’s more moderate stances on national security issues and
his measured demeanor—and never regretted backing him. Perhaps
tellingly, the only Democratic political figures participating also happen to
be from Connecticut or Lieberman’s various campaigns. On the other hand, GOP
Senator Lindsey Graham (of South Carolina) and Amb. Cindy McCain (wife of the
late Arizona Senator), discuss at length how the Democrat and his two
Republican colleagues became the so-called “Three Amigos,” constantly visiting
American military posts throughout the world, especially in Iraq and
Afghanistan, to get a first-hand understanding of the boots-on-the-ground
reality. Somewhat
oddly (given recent events), Lieberman’s steadfast support for Israel receives
little attention until late in the film. However, it serves as another
illustration of Lieberman’s determination to elevate principle over party, when
he passionately decries his former Senate colleague Chuck Schumer, for using
the October 7th terrorist atrocities to attack Benjamin Netanyahu’s
administration in Israel. For the
record, Gruber also deserves credit for previously directing several excellent
documentaries related to Israel, including Follow Me: The Yoni Netanyahu Story, profiling Bibi’s fallen war-hero brother, and Upheaval: The Journey of Menachem Begin, examining the life and times of the Prime
Minister who made peace (more or less) with Egypt through the Camp David
Accords.
Arvo Pärt’s
compositions combine elements of minimalism, the avant-garde, and sacred music,
none of which particularly pleased the old Soviet cultural ministers. Yet, he
became the world’s most performed composer in the years 2011-2018 and yet again
in 2022. He wasn’t there yet in 1990, but Dorian Supin was present to document Pärt
just as his international renown was about to explode. Supin’s intimate profile
also keenly reflects the austere aesthetics of its subject. Fittingly, Supin’s Arvo
Pärt: And Then Came the Evening and the Morning screens tomorrow at
Anthology Film Archives, as part of a new record release. The
film starts while Pärt and his family were still in exile in West Berlin, so
obviously much has changed since then. Supin had up-close, personal access,
being Pärt’s brother-in-law. He also clearly understands Pärt’s music, especially
its deeply spiritual resonance. Indeed, he intuitively grasped the need to hear
his music as it is intended to be heard, rather than mere snippets. For
instance, playing “Pari Intervallo” over the closing credits, gives it time to
sink in, so the audience can get it. Supin
follows Pärt as he rehearses with large orchestras and chorale groups
throughout Europe. Ironically, he contrasts Pärt’s growing prestige with man-on-the-street
segments, in which nobody recognizes the composer’s name—not even musicians.
Again, much has changed.
There
is no reason for this Korean horror movie to adversely affect organ donation. Donors
face no risks (since they are dead already). Unfortunately, this recipient did
not reject the heart from a demon-possessed girl. It turns out the invasive
demon was transferred right along with it in Hyun Moon-sub’s Devils Stay,
which releases tomorrow on VOD and home video. Poor
little Cha So-mi will be a nasty case of demon possession. Father Ban ought to
know. He has experienced some bad ones, including his own. That is what
motivated him to become an exorcist. He thought he had successfully cast out her
demon, but just as the young girl started to calm, she suddenly died. Her
traditional three-day funeral will be particularly hard, because the demon
still inside her body starts tormenting the mourners, especially her father,
Cha Seung-do. He is also not inclined to accept anymore of Father Ban’s help,
even though he is obviously in over his head. Even he will admit as much when
he discovers he was set up by a mysterious satanic cultist, when he was cutting
corners to arrange So-mi’s organ donor heart. In fact,
Devils Stay turns rather zeitgeisty when the shadowy satanist turns out
to be Russian (in light of South Korea’s concern regarding North Korea supplying
troops and arms to Russia, for their brutal war in Ukraine). The demonic
particulars are also especially sinister. Indeed,
Devils Stay is an insidiously effective demonic horror film that bends
(if not breaks) the template in several places. It is tense and scary—and good
gosh, do we ever feel bad for the poor beleaguered Cha family.
Unfortunately,
for Miguel Coyula and his collaborator-muse, Lynn Cruz, being an independent
artist is illegal in Cuba. That is not my analysis. Those are the words of
multiple government officials whom they secretly recorded. The apparatchiks did
not just tell them. They also laid down the law for photographer Javier Caso,
who happens to be the brother of Anna de Armas (whose roles they approved of).
You can hear the censoring and the not so veiled threats for yourself in Coyula’s
documentary, Chronicles of the Absurd, which screens today as part of
First Look 2025.
Shot
over the course of several years, Absurd initially documents the long, arduous
production of their dystopian film, Corazon Azul. Eventually, it cost
Cruz her livelihood, because she was expelled from the actors’ union, but never
properly informed. She even sort of successfully challenges her expulsion,
winning reinstatement along with the immediate, legally required 30-days-notice
of her second, permanent ejection.
Routinely,
their attempts to attend screenings of their past films are blocked by cops and
secret police, who refuse to identify themselves. Accustomed to the harassment,
Coyula and Cruz regularly leave home with secret cell phones hidden on their
bodies recording whatever might transpire. Indeed, such recordings make up
nearly the film’s entire audio track. Although they have no corresponding
video, they use cleverly monstrous looking stand-in icons and slyly selected photos for
bureaucrats with an online footprint, creating dramatic montages.
Frankly,
Absurd would be quite amusing in a farcical and aptly absurd way, if it
were also not so Orwellian. Clearly, Cruz and Coyula are not paranoid. Caso similarly
employs their cell phone technique to capture the secret police trying to scare
him away from his longtime friends. Fortunately for Caso, his relationship with
his famous sister provides him some degree of protection.
This
film couldn’t be made in the same way today. That is because the venerable
Village Vanguard jazz club no longer has a kitchen—at least not one that
requires a paid dish-washer. However, from 1991 to 1995, filmmaker Bill
Morrison washed dishes in the Vanguard kitchen. Evidently, even back then the
kitchen-area was a hang-space for musicians between sets and their guests.
Morrison quickly realized he should film some of their candid banter. Jazz fans
finally get to hear some of the comradery in the short film (possibly an
excerpt of a longer future project) The Vanguard Tapes, which screens
today as part of First Look 2025. Jazz
fans will immediately understand the appeal of this film when they hear the two
most prominent voices are alto-sax player Lou Donaldson and pianist Harold
Mabern. They were both amazing musicians and wonderful showmen, who routinely
cracked up both their audiences and sidemen in between numbers. Whether it is
Donaldson talking about playing his numbers and betting on horses, or Mabern
recapping his favorite soap opera, you can understand why Morrison felt
compelled to record these slices of the behind-the-scenes jazz life. Logically,
there are also very serious discussions of music. Trumpeter Danny Moore pulls
no punches with his critical appraisals of Wayne Shorter and Herbie Hancock.
(It should be noted, this was the early 1990s. By the late 1990s, Shorter was
enjoying a career renaissance returning to the acoustic hardbop he played
before his Weather Report years.)
OCTOBER 8 is a sober and thoroughly damning examination of the hatred directed at Jews (especially Jewish students) following the horrific 10/7 Hamas attrocities. It is hard to dismiss its urgent warnings, unless you share the violent prejudice it exposes. EPOCH TIMES review up here.
In 2021,
a couple of Philly ex-con lunkheads like Ray Driscoll and Manny Carvalho do not
have many opportunities for gainful employment while the world slowly rouses
from the COVID shutdown. Conveniently, there was one business that did not observe
closure mandates: drug trafficking. Posing as DEA agents, the duo shakedown
marginal drug houses not affiliated with the major cartels. However, Covid
still wreaked havoc on the illicit supply chains nearly as much as it did for
legal trade. Consequently, when Driscoll and Carvalho unknowingly knock over a
big-time meth lab, it ignites a whole lot of trouble for the product-hungry gang
and even more so for themselves in creator Peter Craig’s eight-episode Dope
Thief, which premieres today on Apple TV+. Driscoll
is in denial, but Carvalho recognizes this is what they do. They are not Robin
Hoods. Shadowy Son Pham put them in business with fake DEA badges and bullet
proof vests. They keep the cash and he flips the drugs they “confiscate.” It
usually works out well, until Carvlho’s recently released friend Ricky suggests
a score way outside their usual territory. It soon
becomes evident Ricky set them up when their fake bust turns into a blood bath.
Driscoll and Carvalho shoot several meth heads in self-defense, including,
rather awkwardly, an undercover Fed. They thought they’d also killed Mina, another
undercover agent, but somehow, she slipped away, with a bullet lodged in her
throat. Unfortunately, they cannot interrogate Ricky, who also took a fatal
bullet. Even worse, the sinister mastermind who keeps calling Driscoll clearly
knows who they are—and who they care about. For
Driscoll, that only means Theresa Bowers, his jailbird father Bart’s
tough-talking girlfriend, who has raised Ray like a son. He pretends to hate his
incarcerated dad, but his feelings are clearly more conflicted than he lets on.
He even agrees to work with Michelle Taylor, a pro bono lawyer trying to secure
Bart’s compassionate release, at Bower’s request. He will probably need her
services, as the cartels, biker gangs, and the real DEA all start circling him. Dope
Thief starts off
with a bang. Perhaps not so coincidentally, the first episode also happens to
be directed by executive producer Ridley Scott. Frankly, he probably should
have adapted Dennis Tafoya’s source novel as a feature film. Episodes one and
two are gritty and tense, but the middle installments are bloated and sometimes
even a little aimless. The entire subplot focusing on Mina’s recovery and quest
for not exactly revenge but something sort of like that clearly feel like
padding—even though Marin Ireland is quite good in the role. These detours just
take the audience too far away from Driscoll and the ominous voice (who
sometimes falls silent for full episodes). On the
other hand, Dustin Nguyen is a shockingly quiet scene-stealer, who often upstages
his flashier co-stars as Pham, the suburban family-man gangster, whose complicated
relationship with Driscoll incorporates both loyalty and exploitation. As Driscoll, Brian Tyree Henry develops
terrific chemistry with multiple cast members, definitely including Nguyen.
Yet, his work alongside the wonderful Kate Mulgrew, as Bowers, really gives the
series a lot of heart. This is really some of Mulgrew’s best work yet.
The
Zodiac Killer remains America’s deadliest uncaught serial killer, so any
half-baked theory about his identity deserves a Netflix documentary. At least
that is what documentary filmmaker Charlie Shackleton (probably rightly)
figured. Deciding to essentially “sell out” and go true crime, Shackleton tried
to buy the rights to a former California highway patrolman’s expose/memoir of
his off-the-books Zodiac investigation. The negotiation went smoothly until the
rights-holders suddenly backed out. Undeterred, Shackleton explains the film he
would have made, using material already in the public domain in Zodiac
Killer Project, a sort of docu-curio that screens during this year’s First Look. By the
time the deal unexpectedly fell through Shackleton had already done a lot of
prep work, including scouting locations and pre-interviewing potential on-camera
subjects. The focus of his film would have been the late Lyndon Lafferty, who
had a fateful encounter at a rest stop with the man who would become his prime
suspect for the Zodiac murders. Ordinarily,
Highway Patrol is not in charge of serial killer investigations, but the police
took his information and started sniffing around his suspect, until higher-ups
declared him off limits. Considering this a cover-up, Lafferty assembled his
own team, largely consisting of retired law enforcement friends, who worked the
case without official sanction. In
fact, that sounds like a very commercial premise, so it is easy to understand
why Shackleton thought his unmade Zodiac Killer Project could have been
a nice payday. Basically, he explains shot-by-shot, what might have been. The
visuals are mostly static shots of prospective locations, like the library that
would have served as the police station. Frankly,
the real revelation in Zodiac Killer Project are the ways Shackleton
quite offhandedly admits he would have deceived viewers and distorted the truth,
for dramatic effect. For instance, he causally admits he would have implied
Lafferty had been present for his suspect’s first police interview, even though
he seriously doubts that was true. It just would have made better TV. Shackleton
also skewers the very genre he hoped to join, illustrating each of his
hypothetical scenes with half of dozen split screens from previous true crime
productions that show nearly identical imagery. It starts with the grainy,
dreamlike opening credits and precedes to the description of the suspect’s
hometown as “a nice play to raise a family,” but it always “had a dark side.”
Plus, every other cop is nicknamed “the Bulldog.”
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If a
self-help program works, you should only need to buy one book once. If it shows
you how to unlock your inner potential, why keep buying a bunch of tapes and
workshop tickets? Val Nguyen (which usually sounds like “Win”) is about to learn
how little her empowerment babble is worth. Her family demon does not care if she
awakened her giant within. As a result, today might not be the first day of the
rest of her life. Instead, it might be her last, in director-screenwriter Shal
Ngo’s Control Freak, which premieres today on Hulu. Nguyen
is a self-help, motivational speaker-human branding campaign on the verge of
superstardom. Her upcoming tour should push her into the promised land, but she
has been distracted during the final planning by a nasty itch on the back of
her head. Her compulsive scratching even draws blood. Something
is very wrong, which Ngo leads viewers to suspect might in some way involve her
long buried family trauma. Her mother died under mysterious circumstances,
which Nguyen partially blames on her former junkie father, Sang. Perhaps he
does too, since he took vows as a Buddhist monk shortly after her death. Nguyen
also discovers a lot of darkly mystical documents when she rummages around his storage
locker in search of her birth certificate. Initially,
Ngo mines a vein of body horror, but after the first act, he pivots to the
supernatural, but with deep psychological and folk horror overtones. The
audience never really thinks it all might be in her head, unless you mean the
hole he is boring into it. The film also dramatically displays a deep
generational divide between Nguyen’s junky “you’re good enough, you’re strong
enough” pablum and her Aunt Thuy’s old school, jaded “karma will get you every time”
combination of realism and superstition. Regardless,
Ngo is surprisingly successful balancing competing sources of horror. The body
horror will literally give you the itch, while the bogeyman is appropriately
sinister. However, it is hard to top Nguyen’s spectacular descent into madness,
which, thanks to Kelly Marie Tran’s lead performance, is an absolutely spectacular
cratering.
How can
they have a Looney Tunes alien invasion movie without Marvin the Martian? Maybe
there are some things he just wouldn’t do—but what might that mean for the
Earth? Regardless, Daffy Duck could possibly do anything by accident, as his
best friend Porky Pig knows only too well. Nevertheless, the duo will be our
last and only line of defense in Peter Browngardt’s The Day the Earth Blew
Up, a brand spanking new Looney Tunes feature, which opens Friday in
theaters. Like Red
Planet Mars and other classic alien invasion B-movies, this Day starts
in an observatory, where the “Scientist” first gets a gander at the “Invader’s”
ship. Of course, you can guess what happens when he races out to its crash
site. Unfortunately, it also took out a chunk of Porky & Daffy’s roof. The
officious neighborhood block association president, Mrs. Grecht, is only too
eager to threaten them with eviction and demolition, if they do not fix it
pronto. Of course,
neither have jobs or marketable skills. However, a chance encounter with
Petunia Pig lands them assembly line jobs at the Goodie Gum Factory, where she
works in flavor development. She is also a little off-kilter, but she is still
quite intriguing if “Pig” is part of your name, like Porky’s. As fate would have
it, she cannot stand the new flavor her company just released, which secretly carries
the Invader’s mind control virus. That leaves three uninfected Goodie employees
to fight back—two of them stutter and the third likes to whack things with a giant
hammer. So
really, what’s not to like? Clearly, Browngardt, Kevin Costello, and the rest
of the platoon of co-writers channeled a lot of classic sci-fi, including Invasion
of the Body Snatchers, War of the Worlds, and Carpenter’s The Thing.
Outright homage is rare, but the influences are obvious. Perhaps
more importantly, this is all-new Porky and Daffy material. There is some
chatter about the film “updating” the classic characters, but fans will be
relieved to hear this really isn’t readily apparent. Please—enough with the
fresh new “relevancy.” However, it is cool to see the well-established but
under-utilized Petunia get a major, proactive role. Indeed,
the ruckus Looney Tunes spirit is alive and well. Arguably, Browngardt and
company raise it to new heights with their extended regurgitation gags, which
younger viewers are sure to love. Older animation fans should also appreciate
some pretty impressive astronomical animation (it is not quite Chesley Bonestell-level, but it looks great on-screen).
Rutger
Hauer’s early lifestyle could fairly be described as Bohemian and he first came
to international prominence in the sexually charged film Turkish Delight.
Yet, he was happily married to the love of his life for forty years. One of his
best friends was his brother-in-law and his other closest friends were the
parents of his god-children. Fittingly, his new biographical documentary is a
family affair, directed by his goddaughter. Obviously, Bladerunner will
be discussed, but Sanna Fabery de Jonge devotes more time to the doting
godfather she knew in Like Tears in Rain, which premieres Thursday on
Viaplay. Hauer extensively
documented his personal life and film shoots as an amateur videographer, but a freak
flood destroyed the bulk of his archive, robbing Fabery de Jonge of a wealth of
primary sources. However, several boxes of video footage were discovered after
his death, which, seen here for the first time, supply an intimate perspective
on Hauer’s early life. Young
and dashing, Hauer essentially lived in a hovel and squandered his paychecks on
things like motorcycles. Yet, he was charming. After buying the motorhome
Fabery de Jonge’s parent put up for sale, Hauer became lifelong friends with
the couple and godfather to their daughter and son. He first made friends with
Ineke ten Cate’s brother, but they soon fell for each other hard. However,
there was actually a first wife, with whom he had a daughter, both of whom go
conspicuously unmentioned throughout Tears. Still, Hauer’s
loyalty to the people from this period of his life is quite touching. Indeed, Fabery
de Jonge and ten Cate revealingly discuss how painful the Nighthawks shoot
was, due to his brother-in-law’s illness. Ten Cate’s pilgrimage to the
modern-day Roosevelt Island tram (the setting for his famous face-off with
Stallone) was a nice touch. From
the Dutch perspective, there was one voice from Hauer’s past whose absence
would be so glaring, it might have undermined the entire documentary, but Paul
Verhoeven is indeed present. In fact, he rather forthrightly admits forcing
Hauer to appear as yet another villain in the poorly received Flesh+Blood unfairly
set back the actor’s career. It turns out their professional relationship even
predates Turkish Delight, going back to the Medieval swashbuckling TV
series Floris (which looks like a ton of campy fun, so a streamer like Viaplay
ought to consider picking it up).
Kunsang
Wangmo turned 100 in 2015. If Tibetan Buddhist nun had not left Tibet shortly
after the CCP’s occupation, she probably would not have survived to 50.
However, reaching her centennial made her keenly aware of her mortality. She
wished to return home for her death and reincarnation, but the Beijing regime
strictly controls access to the captive Tibetan nation. Her granddaughter and
Swiss son-in-law document her preparation for her final journeys. One will only
be a matter of time, but they hope she can also make the arduous trek back to Lhasa
before that happens in Yangzom & Martin Brauen’s Mola: A Tibetan Tale of Love and Loss, which screens
during the 2025 SXSW Film Festival. Most of
her family and the Tibetan community in Switzerland simply know her as “Mola,”
or grandmother. She has lived in the land of neutrality with her daughter,
artist Sonam Dola Brauen and her son-in-law Martin for forty-five years. First,
she and Sonam Dola fled through India, where her daughter eventually met
Brauen, who was doing field work in Mussoorie. Clearly,
the mother-daughter relationship has its share of stresses and strains. That
happens to most people, even if those who need not adjust to life in exile.
However, her son-in-law always seems to maintain good terms with “Mola,” while
granddaughter, director-thesp Yangzom, never directly appears on-camera. Regardless,
Mola appears quite spry and alert for her age and she largely maintains a
healthy spirit. According to her own testimony, her faith helps sustain her.
Still, it is hard to get around the significance of her approaching milestone.
Switzerland’s neutrality ought to make her visa application easier, but her history
obviously raises many red flags (so to speak).
1980s
video stores probably did more to spread horror stories than even the campfire.
Genre fans are also nostalgic by nature, so it makes sense the old school video
store is a staple of retro horror movies. After all, we all remember discovering
many of our favorites through VHS rentals. This store has seen better days, so
maybe the 1990s have already arrived, but the aesthetic is still very 80s in
Bianca Poletti’s short film Video Barn, which screens during the 2025
SXSW Film Festival. Like
usual. Hannah is working late with her friend Jules at the Video Barn, but
tonight she will sneak off early to see her boyfriend before he leaves for
college. While left alone, a mysterious VHS tape seems to be calling her. She
presses play. When we
next see Hannah, she is working the late shift with only her guilt for company.
Jules has been missing so long, the media clearly assumes the worst. Her only
customer sneaks behind the notorious old video store curtain (so you know what
he came to browse). Throughout
Video Barn, Poletti displays a keen feel for the VHS era. Frankly, this
is one of the better VHS-themed horror films, of any length. It is not quite as
much fun as Beyond the Gates, but it is about on par with Scare Packageand vastly superior to its ill-conceived sequel. (Yet, one of the best
VHS horror productions was not even a movie, it was the Shudder podcast, Video
Palace.)
It is
hard to believe today, but CBS actually cancelled The Amazing Spiderman,
even though it was a hit, because it did not want to be typecast as the “superhero
network,” since they were already home to The Incredible Hulk and Wonder
Woman. Most networks would love to have that problem today (or at least they
would have a few years ago, before Disney+’s Marvel shows stunk up the joint). Yet,
the same CBS let Supergirl fly off the CW after one season, because it
was getting CW-level ratings. However, you can tell from the pilot episode how
co-creators Ali Adler, Greg Berlanti, and Andrew Kreisberg planned to use Kara
Zor-El’s relationship to her super-cousin, without Superman actually appearing.
She would have preferred “Superwoman,” but the press went with Supergirl, so
the pilot fittingly screens at the Paley Center as part of its “Girl Power”
programming. The biggest
winner of the multiversal idiosyncrasies of Earth-38 (a.k.a. Earth-CBS) had to
be Jimmy Olsen, who is now Pulitzer Prize winner James Olsen, who is also cuts
quite a figure judging mild-mannered executive assistant Kara Danvers’ reaction
when he transfers from the Daily Planet to her faltering paper. Danvers was
set to Earth to protect her infant cousin, Kal-El, but Krypton’s explosion sent
her pod careening into the Phantom Zone. By the time it came out, her little cousin
was all grown-up and saving the world. Danvers
never really used her powers, preferring to grow up normal. Of course, her sister
Alex and parent Eliza and Dr. Jeremiah Danvers (played by Helen Slater of the
original Supergirl movie and Dean Cain from Lois and Clark) know
she is different, but respect her choices. However, when Danvers hears her sister’s
flight in crisis, she leaps into action to save it.Unfortunately, that also announces her
presence to a cabal of Zod-like Kryptonian criminals planning their own escape
from the Phantom Zone. It
turns out flying is like riding a bike, but a lot of the other superheroing
stuff can be difficult when you’re out of practice. Danvers is no Ralph Hinkley
(The Greatest American Hero), but she looks credibly tentative during
the pilot. However, the best parts involve the many clever Superman references
and the way Kal-El offers support through his pal Jimmy Olsen, without overshadowing
her turn in the solo spotlight. Obviously, his eventual appearance will be a
big deal, which did not happen until Tyler Hoechlin guest-starred in season two—and
later spun-off into Superman & Lois.
Presumably,
Putin and his trolls would say Ukraine’s music would be no match for Russia’s
advanced weaponry. Yet, here we are, going into 1,107th day of Putin’s
2-day war. We have also seen Ukrainian farmers carting off the wreckage of
Russian tanks on their tractors. Meanwhile, Russia cannot shut up Ukraine’s
defiant musicians. Ryan Smith documents the role Ukrainian musicians play both
within the military and on the homefront in Soldiers of Song, a
documentary supported by the Governor George Pataki Leadership Center, which
releases today on VOD. Think
of it as “soft power” that turned hard as a diamond. When Putin launched his
illegal invasion, Ukraine’s musicians were just as shocked as the rest of the
world, but they found their talent could bolster spirits in bomb-shelter and on
the streets (when not under artillery barrages). Soon, the Ukrainian military
formed special musician’s units to maintain morale. Do not even consider
accusing them of wokeism. The American military has many special active duty
bands, many of which have histories dating back decades or even centuries.
Remember the Spirit of ’76 is literally a fife and drum trio. The
Ukrainian musical morale-boosters take on many different roles. Some are
enlisted, while others, like Svitlana Tarabarova perform in USO-like
battlefield tours. The music also varies considerably. Tarabarova is sort of a Ukrainian
Taylor Swift, who used to perform relationship-themed singer-songwriter-style
pop. However, her music has recently taken a more serious turn (for obvious
reasons). In contrast, Slava Vakarchuk and the band Okean Elzy rock hard, but
can also go acoustic (they no longer tour Russia, where they built a
substantial fanbase, again for obvious reasons). Tragically,
the war came to Vasyl Kryachok, artistic director of the Mariupol Chamber
Philharmonic, when Russia dropped a bomb on the Mariupol Theater, while 1,200
fellow musicians, staff members, artists, and their families were sheltering in
its basement. He is currently in-residence with the Kyiv Chamber Orchestra, yet
again, for obvious reasons. Perhaps
the most personal and dramatic story is that of Sergiy Ivanchuk, an opera
singer in training, happened to be evacuating a clinic when he was sprayed with
five bullets, one of which was perilously near his spine. Fortunately, one of
the doctors patched him up enough to save his lung. Nevertheless, his recovery,
including a return to performances, is almost miraculous.
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Is it
personal for these characters, or do the thesps playing them just hate their
screenplay? Maybe it’s a little of both. Either way, it will be a rocky stop-and-start
shoot in Quentin Dupieux’s The Second Act, which screens during this
year’s Rendez-Vous with French Cinema. Guillaume
Tardieu does not think much of the man dating his daughter and he likes the
actor playing him even less. He makes that clear whenever he breaks character,
which is often. He is relatively okay with Florence Drucker, who plays his
daughter, probably because she is a pretty big star. Regardless, he is much
more interested in the upcoming Paul Thomas Anderson he claims he just signed onto. Second
Actis sort of
meta, but much less so than many of Dupieux’s previous films. Reality and the
film production are supposed to blend together as the actors break character
and the fourth wall. However, it is way too easy to tell who is talking, actor
or character. That means no bending of minds, let alone blowing them. It all
just plays out like an extremely uncomfortable “making of” feature.
Hammer
Films made her a super-star, but not in a horror movie. She broke out in a big way in
a silly prehistoric epic, thanks to her cave-woman bikini. She immediately
became an international celebrity and pin-up poster queen. Yet, the films she
made at the height of her fame were of inconsistent quality, for reasons beyond
her control. Whether they were fans or not, viewers should feel fresh new
respect watching Olivia Cheng’s I Am Raquel Welch, which premieres
Saturday on CW. Everyone
knew Welch had a bombshell figure. Even if they hadn’t seen One Million
Years B.C., they knew the posters. Unfortunately, she still had to sit
through ogling interview from talk show hosts acting like horny teen boys. However,
the same guest they were drooling over was already a single mother when she
arrived in Hollywood. Cheng
and company do an okay job covering Welch’s most notable films, including B.C.,
100 Rifles (wherein she shared an interracial kiss with James Brown), Kansas
City Bomber (which she also produced, before producing was the norm for big
stars), and The Three Musketeers, for which she won a Golden Globe.
Unfortunately, they gloss over her early but substantial role in Fantastic
Voyage, which is still a really cool sf film and Bluebeard (the
closest she got to the horror genre). Ironically,
some of the best analysis focuses on a film Welch never appeared in. When MGM
fired her from Cannery Row, despite her legally binding contract, she
sued for breach and on age-discrimination grounds, winning a legal victory that
would become an important precedent. (The truth is, all those big business
villains Hollywood like to portray are really just the studios and stars
projecting their own questionable ethics and practices onto more reputable industries.) Indeed,
Hollywood studios did not do Welch a lot of favors. She was one of the last big
stars who was still signed to an old-fashioned studio contract when her fame
initially exploded. Unfortunately, that meant she made a lot of films that were
better for the studio than her long-term career.
Growing
up can be tough, but everyone is expected to do it. Let’s be honest, some
people, maybe a lot of them, never really get it right. Maybe that is why there
will always be an audience for coming-of-age films. Indeed, any American can
relate to this film, even though it was made by Czech animators and based on a
French novel. Ben Pipetka has good friends and both musical and culinary
talent, but he is a fat kid, so he gets bullied. However, he tries to take back
control over his life in Kristina Dufcova’s Living Large which screens
as part of the 2025 New York International Children’s Film Festival. Luckily
for Pipetka’s veterinarian mom, he is the one who does most of the cooking—using
a lot of butter. He also fixes himself big breakfasts and substantial snacks
throughout the day. The audience does not need the school nurse to tell us he
is overweight, but in the wrong hands, her note prompts some nasty bullying. Eventually,
things get so bad, Pipetka considers visiting a weight-loss doctor recommended
by his divorced father Cyril and his new girlfriend Sofie. Obviously,
losing weight is difficult, given Pipetka’s sweet tooth and sophisticated palate.
However, he has powerful motivation. Her name is Klara Laboutkova and she is
unusually friendly for a girl. So much so, Pipetka thinks he might have a shot—even
though her jerky bother is one of his biggest tormentors. So yes,
Living Large is thematically familiar—you might also say timeless. His
story feels like a warm well-worn John Hughes sweater, especially when he rehearses
his garage band with his friends, Erik Poupe, and his sister Sonia Poupetova. Dufcova’s
stop-motion characters have a slightly dirtier, sweatier look and vibe than
other previous clay animation figures. It has a bit of a grungy look, but it rather
suits its hormonally-charged angst-ridden teenagers. You could almost compare
it to Welcome Back Kotter, but Dufcova and co-screenwriters Petr Jarchovsky,
Barbora Drevikowska, and Anna Vasova only intermittently aim for laughs.
Douglas
Bellowes is supposed to be the one ruining lives, because he works in media. As
far as the veteran TV presenter is concerned, he is the media. Wisely, the
British apply the term “journalist” more sparingly, especially for television talking
heads. His wife, Sheila, the editor of a bottom-feeding tabloid frankly does not
deserve such a title either. However, they find the cancellation is on the
other foot in writer-creator Steven Moffat’s four-part Douglas is Cancelled,
which premieres tomorrow on BritBox. The
veteran’s TV host’s career is stronger than ever thanks to his on-air
partnership with Madeline Crow. She happens to be a much younger woman—demographic
facts that will become extremely significant. Then one day, Bellowes finds
himself in the middle of a social media firestorm when a post accuses him of
making misogynistic joke. Was it really
misogynistic, or was it merely sexist? Bellowes believes that is an important
distinction, but he cannot judge for himself, because he was too drunk to
remember what he might have said at that fateful wedding reception. Regardless,
he knows he didn’t say it, whatever it might have been. Unfortunately,
Bellowes’ agent is completely useless, but his wife is intimately familiar with
such scenarios, so she knows they always end badly. However, he can count on
Crow’s support—or can he? Frankly, it is hard to tell, because her tweet
supposedly defending him could be interpreted several ways. Douglas
is Cancelled is
sort of like the Oleanna of cancel-culture. A lot of assumptions and
interpretations change as Moffat alters viewers’ vantage points. Instead of
choosing sides, the audience should just enjoy the carnage. Bellowes
is truly insufferable, but he is surrounded by mendacity, hypocrisy, and bile. To
some extent, Moffat critiques online cancel culture, but even more so, he truly
excoriates wokeness. There are no villains, per se, but Bellowes’ social
justice warrior college student daughter Claudia is often pretty scary and always
totally ridiculous. This brutally hilarious exchange with her father scathingly
satirizes her extremism: “Gay
people are executed everywhere dad.” “No
they aren’t. Would you like a list of countries where they’re executed?” “No” “Why
not?” “Because
its racist!” Hugh
Bonneville (a.k.a. Lord Granville) is perfectly cast as the pompous Bellowes.
He does a great job both delivering punch lines and serving as the butt of
jokes. Bonneville’s portrayal also makes it clear Bellowes is a twit, but not
an idiot. You definitely pick up on his desperate drive to survive.
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If ever
there were a people who could lay claim to the title of history’s greatest victims,
it just might be the Armenians. They survived the Ottoman Empire’s systemic
campaign of genocide and endured oppression in the Soviet Union, Azerbaijan,
Russia, and Iran. Yet, instead of wallowing in self-pity or lashing out in
violence, the Petrosyan family just wants to be left alone. Nevertheless, they
must prove their oppressed status during an asylum hearing in Mark Freiburger’s
Between Borders, which releases today on VOD. Ivan Petrosyan
is a literal rocket science who works for the Soviet space program. His wife Violetta
is a school principal. Yet, despite their advanced education, they never feel
comfortable in their Azerbaijani society, outside their Armenian enclave. Even
though the Soviet Union still technically exists, it is too preoccupied with
its own collapse to care about reignited tensions over Nagorno-Karabakh. The
Petrosyans have been through this before, expecting the evil imperial
government would oncde again tamp down hostilities. However, this time is
different. First,
they lose their jobs. Then their neighbors are killed in cold blood. That snaps
them out of their denial, so they join Violetta’s parents in Russia.
Technically, the Russian government accepts them, but Russian is openly hostile,
especially the corrupt cops. However, her parents’ church, with the support of
their American benefactors, offer the Petrosyans crucial material and spiritual
support. In fact, they are so struck by the Chruch’s generosity, their faith
slowly switches from Communism to Christianity. Yes,
this is basically a faith-based film, but it is an unusually competent one. The
message is rarely in viewers faces. Yet, somewhat unexpectedly, one of the film’s
greatest, most genuinely touching scene focuses on Duane, an American volunteer,
who explains to Ivan how he seeks to serve as a means of honoring his late
wife. Seriously, this is a no-dry-eyes scene that Stelio Savante absolutely
nails.
In the
near-future, will Hong Kong even have a future? Only a grim, dystopian one, at
least as it is envisioned by dissident Chinese artist Badiucao (now based in
Australia) and Hong Kong-born American journalist Melissa Chan. In fact, the outlook
for freedom and democracy in general is rather pessimistic in Chan’s graphic
novel, You Must Take Part in Revolution, illustrated by Badiucao (a pseudonym
for his own protection), which goes on-sale today wherever books and comics are
sold. Chan and
Badiucao, closely collaborating on the book’s editorial direction, slightly
alter the history of the 2019 Umbrella Movement, to heighten the Orwellian implications
of the resulting chain of events. The student activists scrupulously avoided
any form of violence, fully understanding the Chinese Communist Party would
seize on such actions to justify a brutal crackdown. Unfortunately, that is exactly
what they did anyway. Andy,
an American expat, whose parents immigrated to American after participating in
the Tiananmen Square protests, joins the Umbrella Movement, feeling an apostolic
connection to their idealistic but ill-fated activism (Tiananmen looms large
throughout the graphic novel). He quickly befriends Olvia and Maggie, but their
lives divert in very different directions after the clampdown. Olivia
presumably disappears into Taiwan, but Maggie is arrested for planting an
explosive device on a police car, which unintentionally kills a father and his
young child. Andy
cannot forgive her for betraying their ideals and giving the Party an excuse.
Neither can she, but the years Maggie spends laboring in slave-like condition
while confined to a political prison will give her time to seek some kind of
atonement. Fortunately, the Tibetan in the neighboring cell helps her navigate
her journey within. Andy also evolves, undergoing American military commando
training, in hopes of liberating the now divided island of Taiwan. If you
want to read something depressing, You Must Take Part in Revolution (ironically
taking its title from a Mao quotation) will surely do the trick. Basically, it
imagines a world in which China grows increasingly aggressive and oppressive,
because America so thoroughly compromised its own democratic principles to effectively
oppose it on the world stage. It
would be nice to argue they overstate the fascist potential of Pres. Schroeder,
who is repeatedly identified as Trump’s spiritual heir (but she is a woman, so,
yay, glass ceiling broken). Unfortunately, that is a much tougher case to make
in the wake of the Ukrainian horror show in the Oval Office. Nevertheless, Chan
unambiguously indicts the CCP oppression of Hong Kong, Tibet, and Xinjiang,
while also depicting ominously ever-present Chinese surveillance.