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Post by mikef6 on Jun 24, 2018 13:27:37 GMT
Hollow Triumph (a.k.a. The Scar) / Steve Sekely (1948). Career criminal John Muller (Paul Henreid) gets out of prison but immediately plans a new caper: robbing a gambling establishment. This is against the advice of his gang who warn him that the owner of the gambling hall is Rocky Stansyck, a vicious gangster who never forgives or gives up in seeking revenge. When the robbery goes terribly wrong (of course), Muller goes on the run but Stansyckâs hoods always are close behind (look for an uncredited Jack Webb as one of them). This is when Muller realizes that the well known psychiatrist Dr. Bartok is a dead ringer for himself â except for the long scar on one side of Bartokâs face. Muller makes plans to take Bartokâs identity and begins with romancing the Doctorâs secretary, Evelyn Hahn (Joan Bennett). Bennett is great as a woman who has been around the block a couple of times and pretty cynical but finds out she is not as tough as the front she puts up. Henreid is also fine as a tough guy. He almost makes you forget his famous Good Guy role. There are two neat twists, one coming about half-way through (it will make you laugh) and the other at the very end. A sad, poignant ending. Paul Henreid and Joan Bennett Pitfall / AndrĂ© De Toth (1948). Middle-class insurance company executive John Forbes (Dick Powell) lives in the âburbs with his lovely wife Sue (Jane Wyatt) and a young son. A âperfectâ existence except he feels trapped and unfulfilled. He meets Mona Stevens (Lizabeth Scott) through his job. She had been given expensive gifts by her boyfriend who had embezzled the money to pay for them. Mona is forced to return them so the insurance company can recover some of what they paid out. Mona manages to break through Forbesâs business only demeanor and they end up having an affair. The first problem comes with J.B. âMacâ MacDonald (Raymond Burr), a private eye who has decided that Scott is the girl for him even though she hates him. He becomes a dangerous stalker. Also, the boyfriend in jail is about to be sprung and â goaded by MacDonald â is crazy jealous. This canât go well for anybody. Powell and Burr are perfect for their roles. I have read and heard a lot of shade thrown at Lizabeth Scottâs acting but in the two films I have seen her in she does fine. In âPitfallâ she plays a (mostly) innocent and well-intentioned person who gets caught up in unfortunate circumstances. Jane Wyatt, who in about five years after âPitfallâ becomes Americaâs ideal of the 1950s mother and housewife in the classic TV series âFather Knows Best,â has a great scene when she learns of Powellâs adultery. Instead of crying, she becomes furious (âConscience. You make it sound like a dirty word. Youâre worrying about your filthy little conscienceâŠYou lied once. It was easy enough for you then. Youâve got to lie nowâ). I had never seen that side of her before. Sheâs almost scary. I think I love her. And I liked this movie very much. About 45 min. into âPitfallâ Dick Powell parks his car (a 1948 Studebaker Land Cruiser). In the background is the May Co. Department Store at Wilshire and Fairfax in Los Angeles. That same building is, as we speak, being renovated as the Academy Museum of Motion Pictures scheduled to open in 2019. Whispering Smith. Ep. 3 âThe Devilâs Shareâ May 22, 1961. Ep. 4 âStake Outâ May 29, 1961. Ep. 6 âStain Of Justiceâ June 12, 1961. Ep. 23 âPrayer Of A Chanceâ October 23, 1961. This one season, 26 episode western series starred Audie Murphy in his only TV series venture. His character, Tom 'Whispering' Smith, is a detective on the new police force of 19th century Denver. The scripts Murphy had to work with were variable but his acting, low-key but intense, proved to be the reason we are still watching this series today. (When an outlaw laughs because of Tomâs youthful looks and asks, âAre you shaving yet?â, he gives the guy a slight smile and says, âIâve tried it once or twice.â) Some of the better stories are Columbo-ish âreverseâ murder mysteries in which we see a crime committed (so we know very well who the killer is) while an innocent person is implicated. Tomâs partner, Romack (country singer Guy Mitchell) and chief of police (Sam Buffington) are always convinced by the planted or circumstantial evidence. But Tom notices little things that donât seem to fit and slowly builds a case against the real killer. Two of the episodes I saw this week fit that pattern, #s 3 & 6. In âThe Devilâs Shareâ a man (Clu Gulager) kills his brother (James Lydon) and frames the Swedish handyman. In âStain of Justiceâ a judge (British actor Patrick Knowles) murders his mistress only to have his son (Richard Chamberlain) blamed for it. Except for the always welcome presence of Audie Murphy, the other two stories could have come from any other half-hour western series of the time. Audie Murphy with Guy Mitchell La Fille Inconnue (The Unknown Girl) / Jean-Pierre Dardenne, Luc Dardenne (2016). Some people may not appreciate the D-Bros style. It is mostly hand-held (but not shaky) camera that follows its protagonist through his or her daily life. They use very long takes with few cuts. Cuts usually only take place at a shift of scene. The main character in their films are often shown at their routine tasks or at their work, in this case a doctor in a public clinic. However, their close observation of everyday life adds immeasurably to the storytelling. New doctor Jenny Davin (AdĂšle Haenel) works at an open clinic with her intern. One night when they have just locked up an hour past regular closing time, someone rings the bell. Jenny doesnât answer it because âif it were urgent, they would ring twice.â The next morning, police investigating a possible murder asks her for the clinicâs surveillance video. It shows that the murder victim, a young woman, was the one whose ring she did not answer. Since the victim was a prostitute and probably an illegal immigrant, she could not be identified. Dr. Davin then makes it her mission to find out her name so she can try to locate her family. The Dardenne brothers have another fine film to add to their small but stellar resume. The Foreigner / Martin Campbell (2017). âThe Foreignerâ offers us a standard movie plot, sort of a mash-up of âCollateral Damage, âTaken,â and any number of similar variations, but has some pleasures of its own to give, including Jackie Chan kicking rear-end again and what might be Pierce Brosnanâs best performance ever. In London, a group calling itself The Authentic IRA sets off a bomb on a busy commercial street. Among the dead is the high school daughter of Quan Ngoc Minh (Chan), a Chinese Nung (ethnic Chinese from Vietnam), a restaurant owner who had lost his entire family except the one daughter as refugees in the wake of the fall of Vietnam. There are no clues to the perpetrators, but Minh visits the police station on a daily basis. When he sees on TV that Liam Hennessy (Brosnan), an IRA leader from the 1980s, now an architect of the Northern Ireland peace agreement and Irish/English liaison, commenting on the bombing, he becomes convinced that Hennessy knows the bombers or could find out. This is when we find out that Minhâs background has not been that of an ordinary citizen of Vietnam as he begins to use his hidden skills to harass Hennessy. Minh had been one of the deadliest of U.S. Special Forces fighters in the Vietnam War. Chan plays his age (63) here. The years have started to wear on him. He still has his martial arts knowledge but when he is hit or thrown to the ground, it hurts. Brosnan brings to Hennessyâs leadership style all of the dedication and rage of his earlier terrorist days. I really enjoyed his work here. Also impressive are the two women in Hennessyâs life: his unhappy wife and young mistress (Irish born actresses Orly Brady and Charlie Murphy) both of whom have hidden agendas working. Some familiar movie tropes go marching by, but worth a watch anyway for the two male leads.
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Post by claudius on Jun 24, 2018 14:21:50 GMT
THE STRANGE CASE OF DR. JEKYLL AND MR. HYDE (1968) 50TH Anniversary this year (January). DARK SHADOWS creator Dan Curtis tries his hand at an adaptation of Stevenson's novella, with a handsome budget, cast (Jack Palance, Billie Whitelaw, Leo Genn, Denholm Elliott) and crew. Despite using the full title, this adaptation takes liberties, incorporating the 'bad' girl from the Barrymore, March, and Tracy versions (but no 'good' girl) although Hyde remains Hyde at the end. This is the first appearance of several of Robert Cobert's music pieces; the title and ending piece would be used for later Curtis horror productions (HOUSE OF DARK SHADOWS, DRACULA) as well as a tune that will become 'Quentin's Theme' when the character appears in DARK SHADOWS. MPI DVD.
NARUTO SHIPPUDEN (2011) "The Tailed Beast VS the Tailless Tailed Beast." Viz Media DVD.
YURI ON ICE! (2016) Episode 2 Funimation DVD.
DRAGON BALL SUPER (2017) "Come Forth Shenron! Whose Wish Shall Be Granted?", "Goku and Kuririn Back to the Old Training Grounds", "Awaken your Sleeping Battle-Spirit! Son Gohan's Fight!", "Son Goku the Recruiter Invites Kuririn and 18!" The first episode is the English dub premiered last Saturday night; the remainder of episodes (which will get their English dub premieres later this summer and fall) are Japanese/subtitled. Save for the former (viewed on television), the remainder are on a Bootleg DVD.
FURTHER ADVENTURES OF THE MUSKETEERS (1967) Episode 7. Simply Media DVD.
DRAGON BALL (1988) "The Turtle Hermit Lives?!" 30TH ANNIVERSARY. The Anime adaptation of Goku searching for Super God Water in a dimension continues, as the dimension tries to tempt Goku with illusions of his friends (I should note, although I am watching the Japanese/Sub version, the Funimation dub has these illusions act like they're just reading the script; back then I wondered if this was a meta-commentary from Funi about how fans criticized their vocal abilities in the past). Funimation DVD
LAW & ORDER (2002) "American Jihad", "Shangri-La." Viewed these episodes on television.
THE SPLIT (2018) "Episode 3" On Demand.
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Post by cschultz2 on Jun 28, 2018 4:43:16 GMT
âWonât You Be My Neighbor?â Distributed by Focus Films, 93 Minutes, Rated PG-13, Released June 08, 2018:
The parallels and similarities are right there, inescapable and plain, on display for everybody to see:
In Chapter Ten of the Bibleâs Book for Luke, a lawyer seeking to test Jesus asks him what he needs to do in order to inherit eternal life. Jesus answers the man by saying that he needs to love God with all his heart, his soul, and his mind. And to love his neighbor as he loves himself.
The lawyer persists. He asks Jesus, âAnd who is my neighbor?â And Jesus replies by telling the man the parable of the Good Samaritan.
An ordained Presbyterian minister, it is impossible that Fred Rogers did not know the story documented by Luke in his GospelâŠor that he didnât have Jesusâ parable very much in mind when he composed the song which opened not only every single episode of his seminal childrenâs television show, but also is used as the title to the superb new documentary released on June 8 by Focus Features, âWonât You Be My Neighbor?â
Fred Rogers, of course, was the creator and star of WQEDâs âMister Rogersâ Neighborhood,â the PBS childrenâs show which over the course of 912 episodes and 31 years helped entire generations of young people through some of the most traumatic times they experienced between infancy and adolescence. Over the course of those years, Mister Rogers changed not only the face of PBS and childrenâs televisionâhe changed the world.
Directed by Morgan Neville, the Academy Award-winning filmmaker behind âTwenty Feet From Stardomâ in 2014 and 2015âs âBest of Enemies,â the new documentary âWonât You Be My Neighbor?â with the full cooperation of Rogersâ family and unlimited access to rare and obscure archival footage, paints the gentle and soft-spoken Rogers as an enormously unlikely but fearless and persistent revolutionary: The word âradical,â in all its t enses and forms, is used several times over the course of the filmâs 93-minute running time.
A 1946 graduate of Latrobe High School in Pennsylvania, Fred Rogers was educated at Dartmouth College in New Hampshire and Rollins College in Winter Park, Florida, where in 1951 he earned a BA in music. Intending to pursue a career as a minister in the Presbyterian Church, Rogers experienced a life-changing epiphany when he first viewed the new medium of television.
Specifically, Rogers was appalled by what passed in those days as childrenâs television programingâpies in the face, violence, and often-inappropriate cartoons. The young Rogers decided to put on hold his ambitions of a career in faith and religion, and instead set about changing the face and image of childrenâs television. âIâve always felt that I didnât need to put on a funny hat or jump through a hoop to have a relationship with a child,â Rogers says in archival footage used by Neville in the film.
Employing a fairly straightforward documentary style, director Neville makes brilliant use of new interviews with Rogersâ associates, colleagues, friends and family members, as well as writers, critics, and historians, to relate observations, insights, and always more stories and anecdotes about the gentle and unassuming man who sought to make television his personal ministry.
But the real heart and soul of Nevilleâs documentary is the footage of Rogers himself, blazing trails, opening doors, and resisting intolerance, often in ways which when viewed with the clarity of hindsight appear audacious, sometimes heroic, and at least once even prescient: In February of 1968, during the very first nationally-televised week of âMister Rogers,â the Neighborhood of Make Believeâs ruler King Friday the Thirteenth commanded the construction of a wall topped with barbed wire to isolate his kingdom from outsiders. Sound familiar?
During the course of Nevilleâs documentary, we see Rogers sometimes braving almost overwhelming opposition to reinforce his vision, his medium, and his message. While public television was originally endorsed and subsidized by the presidential administration of Lyndon Johnson, President Nixon in 1969 needed more funding to channel to the Vietnam War. He sought to find some of that money by deducting $20 million from government subsidies to the fledgling PBS.
To resist cuts which mightâve ended public television while still in its infancy, Mister Rogers went to Washington to testify before the Senate Communications Committee, headed by the cynical, caustic, and outrageously sarcastic Rhode Island Senator John O. Pastore.
In new interview footage, Rogersâ widow Joanne reveals the nervousness and fear felt by her husband that day, but Nevilleâs archival footage betrays no such tension. Instead, with a firm but carefully deferential demeanor and a quietly modulated voice little different from the tones and cadences he used to communicate with the nationâs preschoolers, Rogers faces down Pastoreâs belligerence. He recites to the Senate committee the lyrics to a song he composed for an episode of his show, highlighting the importance of people helping others.
In six minutes of testimony, Rogers accomplishes much the same result as the US Armyâs chief counsel Joseph Walsh did some fifteen years earlier while facing down the despotic Senator Joe McCarthy: After Rogers completes his brief presentation, a chastened and defeated Senator Pastore looks down at his hands and resignedly acknowledges, âWell, it looks like youâve just earned $20 million.â Itâs a powerful moment.
There are many such quietly courageous instances included in this wonderful film. In response to news footage of the owners of segregated hotels dumping cleaning compounds into pools as a means of evicting black swimmers, Rogers appears in an episode of his show soaking his feet in a small pool of cool water, an antidote to the dayâs oppressive heat. And when the Neighborhoodâs Officer Clemons happens by, Rogers insists that the African American policeman join him.
The message of the scene is unmistakable, but one wonders today how many of the nationâs segregationists understood the relevance of the moment which followed, as Mister Rogers helped his black friend towel off his feetâŠor that the simple gestureâs roots were in the Bibleâs Book of John. In new interview footage shot by director Neville, actor and singer Francois Clemons, who played the Neighborhoodâs police officer, still grows misty while cherishing his memory of the scene, and the man.
We see moments from âMister Rogersâ Neighborhoodâ shows on assassination, on death, and divorceââLove is the root of all relationships,â says Rogers, âLoveâŠor the lack of it.â We see black and white news footage of hundreds of children and their families in a line stretching along entire city blocks for a 1969 guest appearance by Mister Rogers on a PBS show in Boston. And itâs difficult to not feel a sense of electricity and inspiration while viewing the images of Rogers and Clemons emerging side-by-side from a tenement during times of civil turbulence, engaging inner-city youngsters playing in the mean streets of New York.
It would've been impossible for filmmaker Neville to have included everyone's favorite Mister Rogers moment. Among those not shown are Rogers' unannounced appearance on NPR's "A Prairie Home Companion" broadcast when Garrison Keillor's show visited Pittsburgh's Heinz Hall in 1997; the ovation that greeted Rogers was thunderous. And Pittsburgh native Michael Keaton, a former WQED intern and "Mister Rogers" stagehand long before his Hollywood superstardom, was once responsible for a sidesplitting prank in which Rogers was surprised by a blow-up sex doll in his on-set closet instead of a cardigan.
Still, Neville never renders Fred Rogers in strokes larger than the man himself. Mister Rogers was not a saint, nor by any means perfect. We see his eyes flash with anger and his words grow harsh at the thought of a proliferation of violence and suggestiveness in childrenâs television programming. A staff member recalls Rogers admonishing him for frequenting a venue for gays, and forbidding return visits. And we see Rogersâ son John ruefully acknowledging the childhood difficulties of being âthe son of the second coming of Christ.â
But the overwhelming impression of âWonât You Be My Neighbor?â is one of a quiet, gentle, unassuming man, not much different than the one entire generations grew to know, love, and trustâthe man who regarded the space between the television and the child âholy ground indeed,â and who sought to âmake goodness attractive.â
Is there room in the world for such a message today? The tearful smiles of viewers exiting screenings of âWonât You Be My Neighbor?â emphatically suggest that there is.
"Won't You Be My Neighbor?" is rated PG-13 for some documentary news footage of warfare, as well as some adult language, rude humor, and a flash of nudity.
âOceanâs Eightâ Distributed by Warner Bros. Pictures, 110 Minutes, Rated PG-13, Released June 08, 2018:
Be honest: Whenever you see some big celebrity on a TV talk show going on and on about attending some big partyâthe Oscars, maybe, or the princeâs wedding, or the opening night of some big showâyou hate them a little bit, donât you? Probably itâs something left over from grade school: Thereâs no party quite as desirable as the one youâre not invited to. And itâs natural to feel jealous, even if itâs of some big movie star.
Described as âthe most desirable party invitation in the world,â the Met Galaâthat is, the annual fundraising party for the New York Metropolitan Museum of Artâs Costume Instituteâis central to the plot of âOceanâs Eight,â the new comedy released June 08 by Warner Bros. Pictures. Usually attended by the most popular celebrities in the world, the Met Gala is so exclusive that when a character in âOceanâs Eightâ pronounces the second word of the event âGAY-la,â sheâs sharply corrected by one of the organizers to pronounce the word âGAH-la.â
In âOceanâs Eight,â con artist Debbie Ocean, played by actress Sandra Bullock, is the sister of the character played by George Clooney in the three âOceanâs Elevenâ movies. Paroled from prison after serving nearly six years for the one crime she didnât commit, Debbie is the kind of con artist for whom lies are a second languageâshe swindles people so naturally that she often seems to not realize sheâs doing it.
The instant Ms. Ocean walks out of prison, she begins recruiting a gang of criminal experts to help her commit the crime sheâs been planning since the day she relocated from an apartment to a cellâthe theft of the most valuable diamond necklace in the world, which is going to be worn by one of the celebrities attending the Met Gala. A secondary benefit of Debbieâs plan is to frame for the heist the former partner responsible for her incarceration.
The original version of âOceanâs Elevenâ in 1960 was produced primarily so Frank Sinatra, Dean Martin, and a group of their buddies could hang out together in Las Vegas, carouse, and have fun while making an undemanding, low-maintenance movie. When the picture turned out to be a success at the box office, Sinatra and company were as surprised as nationâs film critics.
Forty-one years later, Sinatraâs original idea began to appeal to superstar actor George Clooney. Clooney helped to organize a remake, with himself in the central role and fellow superstars Matt Damon, Brad Pitt and other popular motion picture luminaries in the supporting roles. Directed by Steven Soderbergh, Clooneyâs 2001 version of âOceanâs Elevenâ was successful enough at the box office to spawn two sequels, âOceanâs Twelveâ in 2004 and âOceanâs Thirteenâ in 2007.
Believing the novelty of the idea to have run its course, Clooney, Soderbergh and the others declined to continue the series beyond the 2007 picture. But in Hollywood, no money-making opportunity is left undeveloped. And it wasnât long before the idea was introduced to produce another âOceanâ movie, this time with a female-led cast.
Joining Sandra Bullockâs gang in âOceanâs Eightâ are Cate Blanchett, Mindy Kaling, Sarah Paulson, Rihanna, Helena Bonham Carter, and the popular rap artist Nora Lum Ying, known by her stage name Awkwafina. The eighth member of the âOceanâs Eightâ title refers to the gangâs target, a superstar and socialite played by Anne Hathaway. Additional roles in the picture are played by Richard Armitage and James Corden, and a couple of dozen other celebrities make brief surprise cameo appearances.
âOceanâs Eightâ despite a couple of serious but unobtrusive holes in its plot is well-made, with everybody on their toes on both sides of the camera. Director Gary Ross keeps the plot moving forward at a brisk pace, with Daniel Pembertonâs unobtrusive musical score helping the picture along enormously: During the planning stages, youâll notice that Pembertonâs background music features cool jazz with a Calypso flavor, while the heist itself is accompanied by drum-driven soft rock, with a faster tempo to suggest tension and suspense.
But to be honest, nobodyâs going to win any awards for âOceanâs Eight.â Itâs about as close as these people get to making a home movie and charging us to see it. And thatâs okayâas with Clooneyâs version of the picture and Sinatraâs before it, nobody was expecting the âGone With the Windâ of heist movies, a âGrand Hotelâ of crime pictures, or âGodfatherâ-like critical mass.
But thereâs something awfully warm and reassuring about a movie like thisâŠespecially if youâve recently felt the cold, clammy hand of âHereditaryâ on the back of your neck. âOceanâs Eightâ is the cinematic equivalent of junk food, sort of a motion picture Big Mac, with a large order of fries and a chocolate milk shake on the side. It costs about as much to indulge yourself, and itâs probably a lot healthier.
Like its predecessors, âOceanâs Eightâ is really about attractive people wearing stylish clothes and hanging out together, much like an Academy Awards broadcast with a plot superimposed. That we get to see enormously likable people sticking a pin into the pretentious butts of the rich and famous is an additional bonus. Stars like to make movies like this because theyâre human too. Pictures like this give them a chance to get together and play make-believe.
And if it makes us feel any better, they probably didnât get invited to the Met Gala either.
âLife of the Partyâ Distributed by Warner Bros. Pictures, 105 Minutes, Rated PG-13, Released May 11, 2018:
Melissa McCarthy is a very, very funny lady.
Itâs not a surprise that her latest movie, âLife of the Party,â is an agreeable and suitably comfortable little comedy. The surprise is that while the picture is not exactly in the same anarchic league of such collegiate-based comedies as âNational Lampoonâs Animal Houseâ or the dozens of R-rated imitations which followed, âLife of the Partyâ contains a surprising, and extremely refreshing, streak of subversive humor.
Written by McCarthy and her husband Ben Falcone and directed by Falcone, âLife of the Partyâ is the third feature released by On the Day Productions. On the Day is the entertainment company founded in 2013 by McCarthy and Falcone. Married since 2005, when McCarthy was still a supporting player on the television series âThe Gilmore Girls,â McCarthy and Falcone also wrote McCarthyâs âTammyâ in 2014 and 2016âs âThe Bossâ for On the Day, with Falcone directing.
Currently the fourth highest-paid actress in Hollywood behind Jennifer Aniston and the Academy Award-winning Emma Stone and Jennifer Lawrence, McCarthy canâand doesâcommand $10 million per film role for appearances in films produced by other companies. As a means of lowering production costs for On the Day pictures, however, McCarthy can afford to modify and lower her up-front salary in favor of a higher percentage of the gross profits of the pictures she makes.
And those profits are frequently enormousâOn the Dayâs 2014 picture âTammyâ was produced on a budget of $20 million, and earned over $100 million in revenues at the box office. In comparison, McCarthyâs 2015 picture âSpy,â produced by TSG Entertainment and others, spent its way through a production budget of $65 million, earning over $235 million. McCarthyâs name on a motion picture currently all but guarantees its success at the box office.
Produced on a budget of $30 million, âLife of the Party,â stars McCarthy as Deanna Miles, a suburban wife and mother whoâs unceremoniously dumped by her husband of twenty-some years the minute they drop their daughter off to begin her career at the nearby college where sheâs enrolled.
Turns out that Deanna, back in the day, had unselfishly interrupted her own dreams of a degree in archaeology in favor of marriage and family, supporting her young husbandâs continuing education all the way through his graduation. Learning that her husband holds the sole title to their home and that its sale is imminent, Deanna decides on an impulse to complete her degree by re-enrolling in college alongside her daughter.
Melissa McCarthy the producer had the sense to surround Melissa McCarthy the actress with a supporting cast containing some of comedyâs most talented performers. Young Molly Gordon, known to some in the audience from her appearances on televisionâs âAnimal Kingdom,â contributes not much more than a generic performance as Deannaâs put-upon collegiate daughter, although young Gordon does participate in a showcase scene in which mom and daughter bond over a simultaneous Walk of Shame.
But a few of McCarthyâs pals from televisionâs âSaturday Night Liveâ have outstanding turns: Heidi Gardner as Leonor, Deannaâs dormitory roommate, shines in the relative handful of scenes sheâs allowed. Leonor is probably every college studentâs nightmareâa depressive slacker goth princess obsessed with darkness, who seems to have enrolled in college as a means of securing a regular place to crash. But the camera loves Gardner, and the viewerâs eye is naturally drawn to her hilarious performance every time the actress appears onscreen.
Likewise the wonderful Maya Rudolph as Deannaâs neurotic best friend, Christine. The entertainment business seems to not understand how best to use Rudolphâs massive comedic talent since the actress departed âSaturday Night Liveâ in 2007. Likely all thatâs needed to showcase Rudolph as a performer is place her before either a camera or an audience and whisper in her ear the word, âGo.â With every performance, Maya Rudolph continues to both delight and surprise the audience with inventive, frequently caustic, and always funny characterizations.
But supporting players aside, âLife of the Partyâ is Melissa McCarthyâs show. Following in the adult-goes-to-college footsteps of the likes of Rodney Dangerfield in 1986âs âBack to School,â Bing Crosby in 1960âs âHigh Time,â the Marx Brothers in 1932âs âHorse Feathers,â and even The Three Stooges in the surrealistic 1938 short âViolent is the Word for Curly,â McCarthy as usual works overtime to please her throngs of fans, and movie fans in general who love to laugh.
Although âLife of the Partyâ does not allow McCarthy to showcase her improvisational skills, the role does afford the performer some space to mature and grow as an actress. A chirpy appendage to an unappreciative husband during the early scenes, McCarthyâs Deanna evolves before the viewerâs eyes into an enlightened, independent person, in the process softening her abrasive demeanor and deepening her shallow persona to become magnetic, charismatic, and evenâŠwell, sexy.
âLife of the Partyâ is not by any means a perfect picture, or even a classic comedy. A high percentage of jokes fall flat. The precise nature of Deannaâs relationship with Chris Parnellâs archaeology professor is never satisfactorily explained beyond their enthusiasm for tired archeology puns. Deannaâs love interest and boy-toy Jack, played by Luke Benward, mostly comes across as less ardent than sweetly obsessed, although a later plot turn reveals a familial relationship thatâs a real knee-slapper. And even the pictureâs title seems to belong on another movie, perhaps a treatise on the dangers of liquor, or a comedy about a presidential campaign.
But as with the recent comedies âI Feel Prettyâ and âOverboard,â with so many agreeable performers working so hard to earn a smile from the viewer, the result is awfully tough to resist.
Released on May 11, âLife of the Partyâ is not exactly âCitizen Kane,â but you knew all along it wouldnât be. And who really cares? The laughter coming from the auditoriums showing Melissa McCarthyâs latest picture, much of it uproarious, is satisfaction enough.
âJurassic World: Fallen Kingdomâ Distributed by Universal Pictures, 128 Minutes, Rated PG-13, Released June 22, 2018:
When Hearst political cartoonist Windsor McKay created the animated short subject âGertie the Dinosaurâ in 1914 as a gimmick to add to his vaudeville act, he inadvertantly began a tradition in motion pictures to reinvent almost generationally the depiction of prehistoric creatures, using the most advanced technology available.
From âThe Lost Worldâ in 1925 to âKing Kongâ in 1933, from 1940âs âOne Million B.C.â to the films of Ray Harryhausen and Irwin Allen in the 1950s and 1960s, the moviegoing public has always seemed to be fascinated with a time when dinosaurs walked the earth. And although human beings and dinosaurs never shared the world simultaneously, the notion of people being menaced by giant prehistoric beasts has always been a sort of catnip to moviegoing audiences.
The apex of the cinematic depiction of dinosaurs, the moment when life and art seemed to intersect, was most likely during one scene in Steven Spielbergâs hit 1993 film âJurassic Parkââwhen the visitors to the park turned their heads to see a herd of gentle prehistoric brachiosaurs wandering across the tropical plain and lazily grazing on treetops.
Through cutting-edge special effects technology, persuasive animatronics, and especially the superb motion picture storytelling skills of director Spielberg, the dinosaurs depicted in "Jurassic Park" seemed to be the living, breathing reincarnation of animals which became extinct some 150 million years ago, almost a cinematic miracle.
The difference between âJurassic Parkâ and its fourth sequel, this weekâs new release âJurassic World: Fallen Kingdom,â is that director Spielberg invested the original picture with a heart and a soul, and a childâs sense of wonder. With his famously clear understanding of adolescent sensibilities, Spielberg was able to invest âJurassic Parkâ with storybook-like qualities half-remembered by an adult audience that always wondered what it would be like to see a real dinosaur walk the earth.
In âFallen Kingdom,â the magic is gone. The picture is less a coherent narrative than a template for a bunch of new rides at the Universal Studios Theme Park. You might marvel at some of the technology that animates the dinosaurs, but youâll never quite be able to persuade yourself that theyâre really alive.
With a convoluted storyline which contains enough plot for ten pictures, âJurassic World: Fallen Kingdomâ is set some three years after the previous installment in the series, 2015âs âJurassic World.â Isla Nublar, the island off the coast of Central America which was the site of the original Jurassic Park, is about to be destroyed by a volcanic eruption. After being persuaded by âJurassic Parkâ survivor Dr. Ian Malcolm that resurrecting the extinct creatures was a big fat mistake in the first place, the US Senate votes against evacuating the remaining dinosaurs from the island.
Claire Deering, the parkâs former operations manager, is contacted by reclusive gazillionaire Sir Benjamin Lockwood with a plan to evacuate the remaining dinosaurs from Isla Nublar, and transport them by ship to his spooky remote estate in northern California pending their permanent relocation to a deserted island he owns. Lockwood is revealed to have once been the partner of the late John Hammond, the founder of the company that originally created the creatures from cloned DNA.
After signing onto Lockwoodâs plan, Claire recruits former Jurassic Park dinosaur trainer Owen Grady to accompany her to Isla Nublar to rescue the dinosaurs before the volcanoâs imminent eruption. Both are unaware that Lockwoodâs ambitious assistant harbors a plan to auction off the rescued dinosaurs to hostile world governments, for purposes related to exploiting their potential as battlefield weapons. As one character intones early in the picture, âWhat could possibly go wrong?â
The cast tries hard to invest their characters with humanity and a sense of purpose. In the leading roles, Bryce Dallas Howardâthe daughter of former child star and current A-List Hollywood director Ron Howardâpossesses her fatherâs scrubbed and bright-eyed earnestness as former Jurassic Park administrator Claire Deering, and Chris Pratt as Owen Grady, a sort of modern Frank Buck, is as much fun as he is in his âGuardians of the Galaxyâ persona. Daniella Pineda from televisionâs âThe Vampire Diariesâ and Justice Smith from âPaper Townsâ and âEvery Dayâ are along to maintain the interest of younger viewers.
The script suggests there might be a romantic attachment between the characters played by Pratt and Howard, but thereâs a limit to the audienceâs imagination: You can sort of picture them helping each other with homework or walking home together after school, but the notion of ardor between the two is less credible than the idea of living, breathing dinosaurs again walking the earth.
Written by âJurassic Worldâ screenwriters Derek Connolly and Colin Trevorrow and directed by âA Monster Callsâ filmmaker J.A. Bayona, âJurassic World: Fallen Kingdomâ despite a gloomy denouement is a worthy investment for your entertainment dollar, and should scratch your itch for a non-Marvel, non-Disney summer blockbuster. On the subject of cloning, composer Michael Giacchino seems to clone the semi-retired John Williams more and more with each new score he writes. But still, thereâs somehow no getting past the suspicion that the whole picture is an elaborate means of separating us from our money.
âFallen Kingdomâ careens from scene to scene, often reminiscent of other movies, from âThe Lost Worldâ to âRaiders of the Lost Arkâ and finally to âThe Old Dark House.â And while Steven Spielberg was canny enough to realize that most former children have an all-star list of favorite dinosaurs, the âJurassic Parkâ movies seem to feel theyâve run out of real prehistoric animals to resurrect and need to invent preposterous combinations and unlikely hybrids. Indominus Rexes, and Indoraptors? Really? We might as well be watching âTransformers.â
In the end, the most enduring image in âJurassic World: Fallen Kingdomâ occurs about forty minutes into the picture, as the ship containing the rescued dinosaurs pulls away from the doomed island. A solitary brachiosaur, slowly being enveloped in the smoke and ash of the cataclysmic volcanic eruption, sadly watches from the beach as the ship departs. Itâs a haunting and emotionally effective image. Unfortunately, it belongs in a better movie.
âJurassic Park: Fallen Kingdom,â as expected, is making a mint at the box office. Released to 4475 theaters across North America, the picture earned a little over $150 million at the box office during its opening weekend, despite mixed reviews. Rotten Tomatoes in assigning the picture a 50% approval rating notes that âgenuinely thrilling moments are in increasingly short supply.â Metacritic similarly assigns an average score of 51%, while exit audiences polled by CinemaScore assign âFallen Kingdomâ an average grade of A-minus.
âJurassic World: Fallen Kingdomâ is rated PG-13 for intense sequences of science fiction violence and peril. Thereâs a post-credit sequence that adds absolutely nothing to the story except to set up the sequel. But since it undoubtedly cost a couple of million bucks to include it in the movie, you might as well stick around and watch it.
âJurassic World 3,â by the way, will be released on June 11, 2021.
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