Movie Review: K-Stew and Steven Yeun as the AI future of “humanity” and romance — “Love Me”

“Love Me” is an experiment in sci-fi romance that goes wrong.

The pitch? Billions of years after the end of humanity, a smart buoy in the icy wasteland of Earth’s seas thaws out and makes contact with “The Messenger,” a satellite that sends “Welcome to Earth” signals and which contains all of the knowledge, history and quirks of the human race that died out.

Via avatars that they generate of each other, based on a Youtube “influencer” couple — Deja and Liam (Kristen Stewart and Steven Yeun) — they try out this notion of “falling in love.”

In old school cinematic “high concept” speak, it’s a post-apocalyptic romance, “Her” meets “Wall-E.”

The movie is a comment on romance and screen romances in the age of Influencers, where nothing is “real” and everything can seem staged for BlueSky, Facebook or TikTok consumption.

But first time feature-directing couple Sam and Andrew Zuchero make the rookiest of rookie mistakes with their bold-enough-to-attract-Oscar-nominees project. They cast two of the most attractive actors in the cinema, and hide them from the viewer for most of their movie.

We wait over 15 minutes for the first flashes of archived “Deja” posts to share memories of the influencer couple and their antiseptic, PG-rated “Date Night” traditions. The long-dead humans are rendered into CGI avatars of “Me” (Stewart) and “I-am” (Yuen) who then dabble with the digital Messenger’s stored memories of humanity and what young urbanites did for fun in the way of coupling, dating and perhaps avoiding the procreating that would preserve the race, or over-procreated to drive it to extinction.

They dabble in “You do you” humor, ponder “What is life?” as they attempt assorted “Date Night” rituals — kissing and “tickle challenge” among them — simulate a wedding and discover what all the fuss with “sex” is about. They even sing the sex-obsessed “Friends” TV show theme song during their influencer “dates” as they realize “relationships are hard work.”

The CGI seascape beyond their digital, Youtube Video universe is stark and windswept, icy seas washing over the skeletal ruins of cities. Indoors isn’t much more visually interesting.

Stewart and Yeun (“Minari,” “Nope”) do their best to animate their flesh-and-blood scenes with confusion, curiosity and attraction. But they don’t have enough screen time to make this learn-how-to-love experiment come off

The film never rises above the level of “curiosity.” It’s not droll or funny like “Her.” Attempts at “touching” and emotional explorations of what it means to be human, to love, etc., are mostly non-starters.

This isn’t on a par with “Starman,” “Her” or any earlier attempt at aliens or AI discovering the secret formula for “humanity.” From that opening act, when minutes and minutes of screen time are burned through with No Stars as the filmmakers laboriously set up their bleak scenario, “Love Me” fails to achieve the bare minimum. It can’t even get to Like Me.

Rating: R, sex

Cast: Kristen Stewart and Steven Yeun

Credits: Scripted and directed by Andrew Zuchero and Sam Zuchero. A Bleecker St. release.

Running time: 1:31

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Documentary Review: The Healing Power and Magical Realism of Rehabilitating Hummingbirds — “Every Little Thing”

“Every Little Thing” is a documentary as delicate and magical as its subjects. It’s about hummingbirds who have suffered trauma — an adult injury, perhaps in “combat,” a baby who’s fallen from their tiny nests — and about one special Californian woman- , Wisconsin farmgirl transplant who has made helping them her life’s work.

Writer-director Sally Aitken (“Swimming with Sharks: The Valerie Taylor Story”) zeroes in on her subjects — assorted hummingbirds brought to Aitkens’ SoCal rehab — and their savior and champion, Terry Masaer — and plumbs the connection between damaged people who try to help animals, and the fragile/magical/miraculous creatures who flock to our flowers, and sugar-water feeders all spring and summer.

They flock and feed and fight, as the self-taught expert Masear notes.

“Hummingbirds live in the moment,” she marvels. “They live for now.”

That’s exultant in itself, but also the parameters of the challenge involved in saving one who might otherwise perish if Terry Masear’s hummingbird hotline didn’t exist. They don’t live long. You have even less time if you want to save one.

You don’t learn about the species of hummingbirds you can see out West, or the specie (rubythroated) we find up and down the East.

But you do learn about the stages of rehabilitating an injured bird, the “magic wand” — a perch stick Terry has kept as a talisman for readying a bird for release — and what not to do (spill sugar water on their wings) when you happen upon one injured in your corner of the world.

We meet Cactus — a baby injured by falling onto cactus thorns — Raisin, Sidney’s Twins, Jimmy, Mikhail and Alex, and we do a Beverly Hills ride along with Terry and Wasabi — all patients in her Beverly Hills rehab.

Well-intentioned — sometimes clumsy human “rescuers” are met, appreciated and sometimes criticized for their blunders.

Birds will live and some “won’t make it.”

And through it all, Aitken keeps her camera on the birds, their 50-beats-per-second horizontal and vertical flight captured in slow-mo and their syringe feedings (sugar water, and tiny insects), and on Masear, whose life from childhood through adolescence, college and beyond is related via interviews and home movies.

Because we want to know how Terry got here, what drives her and why she’s obsessed with “If I don’t do everything right, they die.”

It’s not like we learn all the secrets and make all the psychological connections via the film. But we “get” the attraction. I was taken back beyond the hilltop backyard we cover with feeders every spring to my first run-in with a cloud of ruby-throated daredevils, fighting over the many feeders set up in an abandoned general store by the water in Whitaker Creek, N.C., years ago.

Aitken’s made an adorable, often enchanting (Most every review uses that word. You can’t avoid it.) feel-good movie about magical animals that sometimes need the help of that rarest of people who know what to do to save them. She found the perfect title in the perfect song (by Bob Marley) to fit her subject.

And Masear makes a compelling, mysterious and stoic heroine, a woman who’s been through things and uses that life experience to connect with tiny, plucky long-distance-migrating birds in their hour of need.

“Magical realism” might be the best phrase anyone has ever used to described these diminutive wonders. Let’s hope that their migration schedule let them miss the devastating fires that hit climate-changed California this winter.

Rating: unrated, some profanity

Cast: Terry Masear

Credits: Scripted and directed by Sally Aitken. A Kino Lorber release.

Running time: 1:31

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Movie Preview: Remember camp? “Hell of a Summer”

An R-rated Red Band trailer for an anarchic, no-holds-barred sex-among-the-summer-camp-staff training session that turns into a freaking “Friday the 13th” slasher comedy.

Finn Wolfhard and Billy Bryk co-wrote it and star in “Hell of a Summer,” headlining a cast of fresh young faces (Pardis Seremi, Abby Quinn, Krista Nazaire, Julia LaLonde, D’Pharaoh Woon-A-Tai).

Neon has this edgy/funny/bloody romp set for April 18.

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Movie Preview: “Dad” lost interest, But John Leguizamo might step in because “Bob Trevino Likes It”

Barbie Ferreira stars in this feel-film film festival darling about parenting’s lifelong commitment, the sort of guys who bail (French Stewart) and the sort of man (played by Leguizamo) who has it in his heart to step up.

Roadside Attractions has this slated for March 21. We’ll probably need a feel good movie by then.

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That first time Sly and the Family Stone wowed “The Ed Sullivan Show”

I’ve watched the upcoming Hulu documentary about Sly Stone and the “Burden of Black Genius,” another dazzling Black Music History by Questlove, loved it and hope to get a review up in the next few days.

It premieres Feb. 13.

But I had forgotten this piece of history the film resurrects. Sly and his family band’s first appearance on “The Ed Sullivan Show” was something of a musically political earthquake.

Check this out.

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Movie Review: This time, Dreyfuss is the Old Salt giving advice to those heading “Into the Deep”

“Into the Deep?” Well, “Jaws” it’s not. Entirely too shallow for “The Deep,” too.

But Richard Dreyfuss is in it, the “Jaws” alumnus who’s lived to play the sage of the sea role in this B-almost-C picture about gun smugglers, drug trade pirates, treasure hunting and sharks.

“Into the Deep” is a geographically inept thriller set on the waters around the French island of Réunion when we can plainly see the road and business signs and craggy peaks and cliffs of seaside Thailand, the drugs in question were just stolen from Indonesia and the extras are Southeast Asian when Réunion is a LOT closer to Madagasacar than Singapore.

Cassidy (Scout Taylor-Thompson) grew up as the granddaughter of a famed oceanographer (Dreyfuss). But she saw her father killed by a shark when she was a child (the opening scene), a trauma worsened by how close the beast came to getting her. It’s taken decades of granddad’s lectures about “You’re a visitor in THEIR kingdom,” “BE the predator” lectures to get her over that.

Now she and husband Gregg (Callum McGowan) have been lured back to “those same waters” where Dad died to dive on a wreck with historical significance and “treasure” aboard. Their pal “Benz” (Stuart Townsend) is aiming to salvage the treasure, perhaps in a way that the local government and nautical historians will approve. But maybe not.

Handily, Benz keeps a shark cage on board his barge. Naturally Cassidy is triggered by that.

And then, sure enough, a shark attacks them and another couple mid-dive. Perhaps that tricked-out motorized catamaran in the distance can be of some help? Fat chance, as we’ve already heard Jordan (Jon Seda) order his fellow mercenaries to “light’em up” when they encountered gun runners in another boat.

Jordan and his minions are here to haul up sunken drugs. It doesn’t take long for him and his roid raging, armed-to-the-teeth thugs to show their true colors.

We just know Cassidy will get pressed into service doing that deadly dive for them. Luckily, she remembers Grandpa Seamus’s (Dreyfuss) Rules of the Sea.

“When you breathe you give yourself power…Figure out, ‘What are the things that can kill me?'”

These waters just seem too warm for the cold water loving great whites that are menacing one and all. Grandpa knew better.

“A great white goes wherever it WANTS to go.”

Dreyfuss lends a little sparkle to what is otherwise a dully predicatable affair. Even the performances pitched to be appropriate reactions to shark terror, losing loved ones or friends, feel low energy.

Perhaps if the gun smugglers’ mates were hunting Jordan & Co. for revenge that would have added the ticking clock suspense this shallow dive thriller sorely needed. But probably not.

Rating: R, bloody violence — guns and sharks — and profanity

Cast: Scout Taylor-Thompson, Callum McGowan, Jon Seda, Stuart Townsend and Richard Dreyfuss.

Credits: Directed by Christan Sesma, scripted by Chad Law and Josh Ridgway. A Saban release.

Running time: 1:29

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BOX OFFICE: “Flight Risk” rings Liongate’s bell, “Prescence” ghosts in, “Brave the Dark” barely keeps the lights on

Mark Wahlberg used to be the King of January action films, a crown he passed on to Gerard Butler a couple of years back.

But “Flight Risk,” featuring a bug-eyed psychopathic turn by the Once and Always Markie Mark, a jokey thriller that half-hid the name of its “Apocalypto,” “Hacksaw Ridge” director in advertising (Mel Gibson), is about to give Second Tier Studio Lionsgate its second box office weekend win of 2025. Sure, $12 million isn’t going to make anybody Hollywood rich, and the picture dances on the edge of ludicrous. But in the dog days of January, it’ll do.

Michelle Dockery and Topher Grace also star in Hollywood Pariah Mel’s movie.

Gerard Butler and “Den of Thieves 2: Pantera” delivered the other Lionsgate laurels a couple of weeks back, opening at a much more robust $15 million.

“Mufasa: The Lion King” looks to pull in $8.5 million to take second. It’s closing in on $220 million, cold comfort for a pointless prequel that didn’t crack the Best Animated Feature Oscar nominations’ top five.

The Keke Palmer/SZA/Katt Williams comedy “One of Them Days” is falling off less than might be expected to manage a third place $8 million.

“Sonic the Hedgehog 3” is in the process of clearing another $5.5million to rack up fourth place. When you pile up $220 million on a sequel, that can only mean another sequel is in the works.

“Moana 2” got no real Oscar love and still managed a fifth place weekend with $4.3 million.

The best horror movie in theaters this weekend is on track to best the toothless “Wolf Man” for sixth place. Fingers crossed for Stephen Soderbergh and David Koepp’s ghost-story-from-the-ghost’s-eye-view “Presence,” which is a Neon limited release with Lucy Liu and Chris Sullivan as the big “names” in the cast. It cleared $3.415 million to edge “Wolf Man” ($3.4).

I saw “Presence” in an empty Rural South cinema Thursday evening. Let’s hope the region gets a cinematic clue, at least.

Angel Studios’ latest apolitical family/faith-based (not really) audience outing, “Brave the Dark,” is on its way to a top 11 finish in the $2.5 million finish. A more uplifting message than well-written and acted — or entertaining, or expectations-defying — drama, it’s not turning into a breakout for star Jared Harris.

The rest of the top thirteen — “Wicked,” “A Complete Unknown,” “Nosferatu” — won’t make enough money to write home about, but the few Oscar contenders in theaters can expect a bounce. “A Complete Unknown” $3.1, edging “Den of Thieves 2” at $3 million. “The Brutalist” is three and a half hours long, and in the top ten with $2.873 million.

“Wicked” and “Nosferatu” are sitting at twelfth ($2.4) and thirteenth ($2.05)

Other nominated films from earlier last year will be re-released in the coming days to try and cash in on nominations galore

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Movie Review: “The Damned” Fishermen face Consequences for their Cruelest Mistake

“The Damned” is a thriller built on one of the oldest formulas in fiction. First, there are many, as Dame Agatha taught us, “And Then There were None.”

Ah, but what a setting this 19th century fable has — the treeless, snowy wastes of Iceland.

Thodur Palsson’s debut feature is a horror parable with supernatural overtones set in one of the most forbidding, under-inhabited landscapes on Earth.

The unnamed “fishing station” is somewhere in the uninhabited “north” — Iceland, we decide. Or Spitsbergen. But Norway makes more sense.

There, a handful of men (Joe Cole, Turlough Convery, Mícheál Óg Lane, Lewis Gibben, Francis McGee, and Rory McCann) fish out of a rowing dory all day, and gather in their communal shack to eat, drink and sing all night.

But Eva, played by Odessa Young of “Assassination Nation” and TV’s most recent version of “The Stand”) can do the drying racks math. They haven’t got enough fish left to feed themselves, much less take “home” for cash. She inherited this “station” from her late husband and it’s all she can do to not offend the masculinity of helmsman Ragnar (McCann) and take charge of their situation.

Things are dire enough before the day when they spy a sailing barkentine foundering on the distant “teeth” (reef) off the coast. Ragnar’s too quick with “It’s none’a our concern” judgement, which doesn’t silence the others, who see fellow seamen in peril.

But Eva seconds Ragnar. They haven’t the food to feed themselves. Any “rescue” would put their lives in danger, and she is responsible for those lives. “We won’t fish today, out of respect,” is her version of “thoughts and prayers.”

Events still conspire to send the fishermen out to that wreck, hunting for salvage when they’re sure those who survived the sinking have perished. They haven’t.

And as bodies wash ashore and they make coffins and bury them, the superstitious cook, Helga (Siobhan Finneran) warns them. Tie their legs, drive nails through their feet or the dead will come back to haunt those who didn’t save them.

The “Draugr” will be among them, an avenging shape-shifter, we gather.

“There ain’t no life left in’em. Just hate.

As things go wrong and their ranks are thinned by a string of sad and horrible deaths, Eva tries to rationally confront their dilemma and find a way to save them, while there are those left to save.

Because the Draugr is both a direct menace, and an indirect one. It’d love “to see us turn on each other.”

The landscape is really the star here, but Young, McCann, Cole (playing the fisherman Eva trusts, who is sweet on his late boss’s widow), Convery (as the jovial Hákon) make strong impressions, and everybody cast seems chillingly at home in this forbidding place doing that deadly, lonesome work.

Palsson uses inventive hallucinations and heartrending pathos about the grim calculus of survival weighed against doing the right thing — using the code of the sea and simple Christian charity rather than self-preservation to guide your actions — to break up the blasts of terror and violence.

The picture’s predictable formula encounters an ending that will turn off many, a sort of cop-out in “Let’s EXPLAIN all that came before” sense.

But there’s no ignoring that “The Damned” has a visual, visceral power that should stick in the memory long past the point of “And Then There Were None.”

Rating: R, bloody violence, suicide, alcohol abuse, profanity

Cast: Odessa Young, Joe Cole, Siobhan Finneran, Turlough Convery, Mícheál Óg Lane, Lewis Gibben, Francis McGee, and Rory McCann

Credits: Directed by Thodur Palsson, scripted by Jamie Hannigan. A Vertical release.

Running time: 1:29

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Documentary Preview: “Sly Lives! Aka the Burden of Black Genius”

A singular pop/funk presence on American radio of the ’60s and early ’70s, rock historians fan and wide have long declared the genius of Sly Stone and the tunes he and his musical “family” brought to the world.

Now Hulu’s got a new Questlove documentary that remembers him and fills the screen with fans, contemporaries and critiics who recognize who and what he’s been.

What a grand Valentine’s Day gift. “Sly Lives!” streams Feb. 13.

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Movie Review: House isn’t a home when it’s haunted by a ghostly “Presence”

It’s just a haunted house story, just a movie with objects that move and things that go bump in the night. Well, mostly in broad daylight.

“Presence” is a “A Ghost Story” filmed like a “Paranormal Activity” installment. And it’s by one of the American cinema’s true American Masters, Stephen Soderbergh.

The director of everything from “Contagion” to “Erin Brockovich” and one of the most accomplished and constantly-employed screenwrieers of our time, David Koepp (“Spider-Man,” later “Indiana Jones” movies, etc), an accomplished director himself, deconstruct “the ghost story” genre and reach back to their minimalist cinema pasts for this quiet, intimate drama with a supernatural edge.

“Presence” doles out its jolt and thrills sparingly, immersing us in its limited, claustrophobic milieu and connects us with its sharply drawn characters.

A family (Lucy Liu, Chris Sullivan, with Callina Liang and Eddy Maday) have moved into a new-to-them hundred year-old, two story wood frame house. Whatever the home’s history, it’s not truly “haunted” until they show up.

Call it the House of Bad Karma.

Rebekah (Liu) is mixed-up in something sketchy at work, and she’s plainly got a favorite child. Tall, handsome and athletic Tyler (newcomer Maday) is abrasive, indulged and mixing with a mean boys crowd. Husband Chris (Sullivan of “This is Us”) is tuned in to that, his wife’s coming crisis, and her lopsided parenting and looking for a way out.

And underclasswoman daughter Chloe (Liang, of TV’s “Tell Me Everything”) is the child who knew two female classmates who wound up dead in recent weeks, the consequences of drug abuse, so everyone says.

But when stuff starts moving around in her room, Chloe’s uneasiness about their new home takes on meaning.

“It’s Nadia,” one of the dead girls, she finally blurts. “I think she’s here. I feel her.”

Chloe has felt this “presence,” and whatever its unease or intent, it’s moved in. We’ve felt it with her, because this movie is filmed from the “presence’s” point of view.

The tone Koepp, the cast and director/cinematographer Soderbergh reach for and achieve here is the great triumph of this compact, moving genre picture. Soderbergh’s camera floats through the house, settling in on tight compositions as it reaches each room and follows each character in each “long take” scene.

We or rather the “presence” are eavesdropping, peeking through louvred closet doors, standing over a teen’s bed or a wife’s evasive tap-tap-tapping on her laptop, which she doesn’t want her husband to see.

We follow Chris onto the wrap-around porch/deck, getting phone advice from a lawyer for “a friend.”

Once the story settles in, we meet just a couple of outsiders, and one of them is the cliched amateur, concerned and sympathetic medium (Natalie Woolams-Torres). What can she tell them, warn them about? Who in that house will listen?

What the writer and director were going for here is a dissection of a family already in crisis before something supernatural shakes rooms, rattles things off shelves and focuses on Chloe.

Soulful, concerned Dad lectures his son about “the fine man” he might be, the one he’s waiting for his teen with a “mean streak” to finally reveal. Brittle, distracted wife Rebekah keeps her panicked phone chats furtive and her favoritism on her foul-mouthed and dismissive son, who sees mercurial, growing-up-too-fast Chloe as the queen of attention-grabbing acting-out.

And Chloe is the one who should listen when her father says “bad decisions are the kind that last forever.”

The performances are understated and considered.

The shooting strategy adds to our unease, as a lack of edits (all closeups are medium shots achieved by physically moving the wide-angle lens camera in tight) works on the mind as much as seeing school books or whatever move of their own volition.

One shouldn’t oversell “Presence.” At the end of the day, it’s just the simplest sort of ghost story, told from each character’s point of view in their scenes, always spied from the ghost’s-eye-view.

But if you love horror, this minimalist “Sex, Lies and the Supernatural” is on an astral plane all its own. Its blend of mystery, suspense, chills and pathos are perfectly pitched. “Presence” is simply sublime.

Rating: R, violence, sex, drug abuse, profanity

Cast: Lucy Liu, Callina Liang, Eddy Maday and Chris Sullivan.

Credits: Directed by Stephen Soderbergh, scripted by David Koepp. A Neon release.

Running time: 1:25

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