Movie Review: Remembering the Events of “September 5” from the TV Control Room that Covered Them

“September 5” is a tense and fascinating deep dive into an infamous moment in world history and TV the way it used to be made, back in the olden days of analog, “coming to you live” and “film at 11.”

Swiss director Tim Fehlbaum’s Oscar-nominated historical thriller is about the terrorist attack on the 1972 Munich Olympics and ABC Sports and its legend-in-the-making president Roone Arledge’s handling of this grim event in the middle of a sports competition.

America watched as ABC broadcast a terrorist attack and the response to it “live,” for the first time in history. The then-struggling ABC News took a back seat as a TV sports tproduction eam, improvising on the fly, found ways to get the story and the pictures that would shock the world.

Co-writer Fehlbaum’s Oscar-nominated script circles around the mercurial TV genius Arledge, given an edge and an ego by the magnetic performance by Peter Sarsgaard. Arledge’s “Wide World of Sports” and Olympics coverage became cultural touchstones, and whose instincts — “It’s not about politics. It’s about emotions.” — led him to popularize the phrase “the thrill of victory, the agony of defeat” and make the sprawling Olympics “Up Close and Personal” with video portraits of competitors that humanized sporting events and shrank the world as we met great athletes from many cultures.

How would that man and his approach work when a commando team of Arab terrorists stormed the Israeli Olympic Team’s apartments in the Munich Olympic Village that fateful September?

“‘News’ will tell us what it means afterward, and I’m sure they’re gonna try. But this is our story, and we’re keeping it.”

Much of that would be determined by “first day on the A-unit” TV director Geoffrey Mason, portrayed by the script and John Magaro (“The Big Short,” “First Cow,” TV’s “The Agency”) as a pressed-but-never-overwhelmed professional who solved problems, made mistakes and tried to make his voice heard amid the philosophical, moral and journalistic debates that broke out in the control room as this tragedy unfolded.

“What do I tell the cameras? …I mean, can we show someone being shot on ‘live television?'”

Ben Chaplin plays Marvin Bader, the Jewish TV sports exec who talks Mason into the job and has to spend that long night and day and night serving as the moral, ethical compass for the way a “live” disaster is covered — with cameras giving away a blundered German police raid which the members of the militant Palestinian group Black September could watch on a set in the Israeli team’s quarters.

“Black September, they know the whole world is watching. If- I’m saying if– they kill a hostage on live television, whose story is it? Is it ours, or is it theirs?”

Fehlbaum (“The Colony,” “Hell”) and his fellow nominated screenwriters take pains to take us back to West Germany’s efforts to show a less menacing face to the world, to atone for the guilt associated with the last “German Olympics.” Production assistant and translator Marianne Gebhardt (Leonie Benesch) is the German “conscience” of the story — eager to be useful, embarassed about her country’s past and apalled at what all this means to her country, as well as the kidnapped athletes and the world.

The film’s strong suit is in its attention to detail. Younger viewers will be slack-jawed at the hand-made “graphics” and how they were inserted into scenes during the last years of analog, pre-computer-assisted, pre-digital TV.

Fehlbaum & Co do a good job of inserting archival footage of unflappable ABC Sports anchor Jim McKay into the proceedings, and give us an actor (Benjamin Walker) playing the young, eager and imperious Peter Jennings, who both rose to the occasion as a “Middle East Expert” reporter on site, and a nagging presence at how these folks were handling a “news” event.

“You’re in sports. You’re in way over your heads.

The film can make older viewers nostalgic for the way ABC broadcast the Olympics, even as it fails to contrast the spectacle and majesty and “fun” of the games they were covering with the tragedy that would befall them.

Fehlbaum opens “September 5” with a promo video of ABC Sports boasting of how it broadcast the games, with behind-the-scenes clips of cameras, control rooms and interviewers. He’d have been better served simply repurposing or recreating ABC’s “the network of the Olympics” opening credits coverage and the network’s use of the triumphant Leo Arnaud “Bugler’s Dream” as its theme.

And blame it on the film’s slow pacing, its control room myopia or its unfortunate timing — much of the world and American politics have been roiled by Israel’s genocidal pariah state status — but for a movie about a tragedy and the struggle to cover it with professionalism and compassion, “September 5” is more historically intriguing than compelling and in the end, an emotionally hollow experience.

Rating:, R, profanity

Cast: Peter Sarsgaard, John Magaro, Leonie Benesch, Zinedine Soualem, Georgina Rich, Benjamin Walker, Daniel Adeosun and Ben Chaplin,

Credits: Directed by Tim Fehlbaum, scripted by Moritz Binder, Tim Fehlbaum and Alex David. A Paramount release.

Running time: 1:35

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Movie Review: Stephen King commits (Amusing-ish) Murder via a Wind-Up Toy — “The Monkey”

The blood and guts of “The Monkey” is played for laughs in Osgood Perkins’ film of Stephen King’s monstrous wind-up toy thriller.

It’s a heavy-handed, staggering splatter comedy with random laughs mixed with random slaughter, all of it cast and played as broadly and as subtly as that elbow you get in the ribs from the friend whose jokes rarely work, but who wants to be sure you “Get it?”

“Stand By Me” voice-over narrated to death, with many a murder just sort of flashing in our face with little set-up, personal introduction, anticipation or “satisfaction,” we grasp for laughs at disembowelings and Japanese steak house beheadings or airline crashes and flaming baby strollers pushed by a screaming mother.

An uncredited Adam Scott plays an amateurishly uniformed airline pilot father who tries to return a monkey toy to a pawn shop, only to get the shop owner killed and the monkey flame-throwered.

An over-the-top tone is set and the fates of the twin sons (Christian Convery) of that “went out for cigarettes and never came back” pilot are sealed by that simple “No returns” policy. Because when thoughtful, introverted and bullied Hal and his bullying “older” twin Bill find that toy, people around them start dying.

Hal would like to vanquish the mean girl gang that abuses him in middle school (the one hilarious bit here), and maybe rid himself of one cruel sibling. Bill likewise has “brother” issues.

But the monkey “doesn’t take requests.” As their mother (Tatiana Maslany of “Orphan Black”) tells them, “We all die.” Sometimes it’s expected. Sometimes it’s explainable. Sometimes you deserve it. Death is random.

Death, however, doesn’t come to the person who dares to wind up the monstrous drumming monkey.

And nothing the siblings do — dismembering it (it bleeds) or throwing it down a well — can stop it or keep the gift that Dad once gave them from keeping on giving.

The adult Hal and Bill are reflections of that tormented childhood. Theo James plays Bill as a twisted, obsessive bully bent on reclaiming the monkey for revenge and repurposing his childhood “funeral suit.” Hal, meanwhile, has become the best looking, best-groomed convenience store clerk in his corner of Maine, guiltily laying low, all but allowing his teen son (Colin O’Brien) to be adopted away from him by his wife’s creepy ditz of a parenting guru (Elijah Wood, almost funny) just to protect the child.

The brothers are doomed to reconnect and clash, and this time the body count won’t be limited to a baby sitter or a parent. This time Casco, Maine could have a lot of empty housing — the houses not destroyed by the jetliner crash, anyway.

The prolific King never creates in a vacuum, and for much of his work — as a fun exercise — you can name the “Twilight Zone” episode or other antecedent that sets up this neighborhood monster or that possessed “doll.” As “The Monkey” was published as a story in 1980, one guesses that he saw how scary such a toy could be in Steven Spielberg’s “Close Encounters” and thought, “Yeah, but what if it was a mass killer, unearthed by kids…in MAINE?”

The actor turned director of “Longlegs” and “Gretel & Hansel” Osgood Perkins also plays a “swinger” uncle who takes the orphaned siblings in as kids, and the broad, chronologically-inaccurate characterization of Uncle Chip sets the tone for the movie — anything for a laugh. Not that Chip really finds one.

Nicco del Rio plays a long-haired, 20something priest who is anything but comforting to mourners at the funerals he presides over.

“Everything for a reason — yeah, totally. ‘It is what it is’ — the WORD of the Lord.”

There are laughs that land, some of them generated by the shock of “Oh no he DIDN’T.” But James, playing two parts, is more professional than comically engaged in all of this. Only the broadest characters — a mop-topped goof played by “Halloween Ends” and “Hardy Boys” alumnus Rohan Campbell — register. Only the murders are memorable.

“The Monkey” has no pace, no rising sense of urgency or suspense, no real path it’s following and little or nothing that amounts to a message.

But reducing horror to a series of creative (ish) killings treated as jokes will appeal to some, especially those inclined to elbow their friends in the ribs as they’re exiting the multiplex.

“Remember when she died of an anuerysm? How funny was THAT?”

Rating: R, gory, bloody violence, and lots of it, profanity, sexual references

Cast: Theo James, Tatiana Mislani, Christian Convery, Colin O’Brien, Rohan Campbell and Elijah Wood.

Credits: Scripted and directed by Osgood Perkins, based on a short story by Stephen King. A Neon release.

Running time: 1:35

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Next screening? Let’s do “The Monkey,” kids!

Lot of horror titles loaded into the beginning of the year. Most have been busts, or under performers. But hope and deadly toy monkeys spring eternal, right?

The film version of Stephen King’s story has Theo James, Elijah Wood and Maine in it.

Good turnout for a rainy Wed night here in Dook Town.

Review to come shortly. (And here it is.)

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Movie Preview: Viola Davis is a president who takes matters in her own hands when her family is threatened at a “G20” meeting

Clark Gregg, Anthony Anderson, Ramon Rodriguez and Antony Starr co-star in this “Air Force One” styled thriller.

Amazon has this one set for April 10 (Streaming only? release.

If only…

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Movie Preview: Steve Coogan goes “Feel Good” for “The Penguin Lessons”

A true story, an Argentine coup in the making, private school kids inspired by “The Penguin Lessons” from a teacher who reluctantly rescued one on the beach.

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Netflixable? French lad knows Mom is the ultimate “Honeymoon Crasher”

“Honeymoon Crasher” (“Lune de miel avec ma mère”) is a seriously sentimental, seriously tame comedy about a dull guy with risk issues and mommy issues and how he spends his honeymoon.

It’s French (subtitled, or dubbed) and considering the subject, the edge it might have had and the laughs it most certainly does not it’s pretty disappointing.

Honestly, I don’t know why French films advertise this or that star (Julien Frison in this case) as members of the Comédie-Française when they’re parking them in Neflix fare as dull as this.

Frison plays Lucas, a 31 year-old schoolteacher whose wedding to the lovely Elodie (Clara Joly) is interrupted by a cell phone — several cell phones. The ringing is coming from every member of the bride’s posse.

It’s Damien, it turns out. No, not the kid from “The Omen,” but the dashing (Esteban Ocon) and well-traveled motorsport driver.

Not only does opportunistic Elodie take the call (eventually), but when Damien rolls up in a pricy sports car, she flees her wedding and turns poor Lucas into the loser from Ceelo Green’s Greatest Hit.

As our anti-hero has “taken out a loan” for a lavish honeymoon on Mauritius, that’s where he goes. With a little suggestion from Mom (Michèle Laroque from “Ma vie en rose”) and prodding from Dad (Kad Merad), Mom — who never gets vacations — will accompany him to the island paradise.

When the resort’s honeymoon director Gloria (Almodovar discovery Rossy de Palma) lavishes them with a grand suite, there’s nothing for it but to play up the “honeymoon” illusion. Gloria, pursuing a younger man on the hotel staff, sees this younger man/older woman pairing as “inspiring.”

The comically icky possibilities here are many. But aside from Lucas freaking out other honeymooners with tales of how they’ve been together “since birth” (his), little is made of this.

“You wanna give Mommy a hug?”

Potential pratfalls spinning from Mom’s sense of adventure and Lucas’s over-caution don’t fall at all, much less fall flat. A mischievous monkey targets Lucas, and “don’t drink the water” is given the old scatalogical comedy try.

Nothing funny there.

Naturally, there’s a hot adventure staffer (Margot Bancilhon) to tempt Lucas into “forgetting,” and a hunky boat tour sailor (Gilbert Melki) to make Mom fret over the boring marriage she settled into.

The opening wedding turns out to be the best scene, and it falls short.

Cute cast, lovely locations and no comic highlights are the best one can say for this one. There’s “learning,” and even if nobody ever said that was “the best revenge,” it’ll have to do.

Rating: TV-MA, drug abuse, “open marriage” and diarrhea jokes

Cast: Julien Frison, Michèle Laroque, Margot Bancilhon, Kad Merad, Clara Joly, Esteban Ocon, Gilbert Melki and Rossy de Palma

Credits: Directed by Nicolas Cuche, scripted by Laure Hennequart, Laurent Turner and Nicolas Cuche. A Netflix release.

Running time: 1:35

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Movie Preview: Naomi Watts and Bill Murray, but “It’s about the dog” — “The Friend”

Watts and Murray and a Great Dane “in mourning.” In New York.

Carla Gugino, Ann Dowd and Constance Wu also star in this Bleecker St. dramedy.

March 28.

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Movie Preview: A Teacher gives his all to Create an Artist — Toby Jones is “Mr. Burton”

Jones, Harry Lawtey and Lesley Manville offer up an origin story for a screen icon.

He’s Welsh, two-fisted. And he might have a taste for drink. And those are the only clues I’ll give you.

April 4, in the U.K.

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Movie Review: Hell hath no fury like the heroine of Mike Leigh’s “Hard Truths”

Pansy is a 50something Londoner in a roomy new flat that she keeps immaculate, married and wholly supported by her plumber husband of many years, Curtley.

And all Pansy does, from morning til night, is “rage, rage against the dying of the light.” Or the coming of the light. At her husband. Or at her depressed, perhaps “challenged” adult son. At her hairdresser younger sister. Or the clerk in the market. Or the other women in line at the market. At the dental hygienist, whose “How could I forget?” reply to Pansy’s hair-trigger furious “I’ve been here before” speaks volumes.

Pansy, one of the great creations of Britain’s working class bard, Mike Leigh and his “Secrets & Lies” muse, Marianne Jean-Baptiste, is a haranguing harpy — always shrill, often loud — her eyes bugging out in fury at the world.

“Hard Truths,” the fourteenth feature of the Grand Old Man of Kitchen Sink Realism, just might tell us what this Black Everywoman in today’s Britain is so very angry about.

Pansy is the polar opposite of laugh-my-troubles-away Poppy, Sally Hawkins’ Oscar-nominated pollyanna whose laughter hides her pain in Leigh’s “Happy-Go-Lucky.” It takes nothing to “set her off” because she’s constantly “off.”

Her listless son, the hulking Moses (Tuwaine Barrett), reads children’s books about airplanes with noise cancelling headphones on.

“Don’t you have any hopes or dreams?” He is “rotting your life away.” He takes long solitary walks to escape her.

“People are going to accuse you of ‘loitering with intent,'” she fumes. “My family’s NEVER been in trouble with the law!”

Sister Chantelle (Michelle Austin) is the last of that family. She’s a popular hair stylist among the women of Caribbean heritage in her neighborhood, a good listener and a single mom who’s raised two positive and positively ebullient career-women daughters (Ani Nelson, Sophia Brown).

Mother’s Day is coming, and Chantelle wants to pin perpetually-pissed-off-Pansy down to visit their mother’s grave. She’s been dead five years. Perhaps that’s an answer to the one question Pansy won’t answer.

“Why are you so angry?”

Her substitute doctor may be onto something when she suggests “Have you ever thought of cutting back on your caffeine intake?” Couldn’t hurt. Or could it?

Leigh has long been Britain’s foremost chronicler of working class life, struggles and relationships. Starting with “High Hopes” and “Life is Sweet,” powering through “Naked,” introducing us to the extended family of an abortionist (“Vera Drake”) in a Britain where that was outlawed, Leigh has let us meet “Career Girls,” families with “Secrets & Lies,” families faced with “All or Nothing” choices and the struggle to get through “Another Year.”

We learn about relationships through vignettes, improvised and then painstakingly rehearsed conversations and scenes he and his actors work out. They and we plumb human foibles and universal human wants, needs and dreams. We make connections with characters both eccentric and perfectly relatable in his films.

Jean-Baptiste’s Pansy is up there with Hawkins’ Poppy in “Happy-Go-Lucky” and David Thewlis’s drunken, raging Johnny in “Naked” — a character we recoil from, then start to understand despite the mystery of her misery.

Leigh, a seven time Oscar nominee, turns 82 on Feb. 20. “Hard Truths” is reminder that filmmaker/artists/observers of his stripe are once-in-a-generation, one-per-culture talents. If you want to take the pulse of a country or a segment of its society, you don’t look to Marvel hacks or the blokes who make Harry Potter’s train arrive on time. You go to an Ozu, a Leigh or Spike Lee, Campion, Holofcener or John Sayles.

And if we’re not producing and celebrating new versions of these indie icons, we’ll all be the poorer for it.

Rating: R, profanity, smoking

Cast: Marianne Jean-Baptiste, Michelle Austin, David Webber, Ani Nelson, Sophia Brown and Tuwaine Barrett.

Credits: Scripted and directed by Mike Leigh. A Bleecker St. release, now streaming on Apple TV, Fandango, etc.

Running time:1:37

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Movie Review: Eternal love, Faithless love, memories of Dead Love — “Double Exposure”

Let’s summarize the plot to the meandering mess that is the fantasy thriller “Double Exposure.”

There’s this struggling photographer, married and still obsessed with his long lost “first love.”

She was a model/influencer so it’s no wonder his wife isn’t taking this constant “She was in my dream” stuff well. Sure, Peter can feel guilty about someone he split up with who later died. But keep that to yourself, chief.

A near accident has him hallucinate Sara back to life — first via phone call, then in person. The new wife, Lara, takes this…well. Until she sees the dead woman herself.

There are all these flashbacks to how these three met back in college, with a photographer/mentor, a model agent and others involved in the back story.

But was that accident that triggered all this “past” coming back to interfere with the present a “near accident?” And if it wasn’t…

Writer-director Howard Goldberg put some effort into casting and energy into trying to conjure up a twisty plot that wrong-foots the viewer and draws us in.

He’s only half successful, as the picture turns out to be as dull and artless as the art photos our hero (Alexander Calvert) takes with his vintage Nikon.

Instagram influencer Sara (Caylee Cowan) may have the prerequisites of such figures — pardon the pun. But the allure of this knitting-during-photo-shoots bombshell is strictly skin deep, as the character floats up and down the “pretty but vapid” spectrum in every scene.

A marriage is remembered — Kahyun Kim plays the unhappy bride — and marriage counseling is indulged in, professional and romantic photographic rivalries are proclaimed but not developed — pardon that pun, too.

And none of this adds up to a story or characters we invest in, care about or even care to stay with until the bitter end. It’s dry, dull, melodramatic and the only laugh might be the “agent” with his “villa in Italy” shows off his flash and gets a girl by driving a vintage off in a VW Karmann Ghia.

You’d have to be a pretty dim influencer/model indeed to be impressed by that.

Rating: unrated

Cast: Alexander Calvert, Caylee Cowan, Kahyun Kim, Simon Kim, Christian Vunipola and Christopher Maleki.

Credits: Scripted and directed by Howard Goldberg. A Disrupting Influence release.

Running time: 1:33

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