Preview, Kiwi laughs come fast and furious in “The Breaker Upperers”

It’s such an obvious concept that you feel you’ve seen an “SNL” sketch or two on the subject. Maybe a Matthew McConaughey/Kate Hudson comedy about it.

Professionals who consult with you about a relationship you want to end, and then play-act the perfect way for you to get out of it, no muss, no fuss — disrupting weddings, helping fake your death, “going missing,” at least four black-out gags here gave me a laugh in this trailer.

As it played SXSW and opened in New Zealand, let’s hope Sony Classics or Samuel Goldwyn got hold of “The Breaker Upperers,” from the country that gave us “Flight of the Conchords” so we can see it and laugh at the gags and the funniest version of the Down Under Accent.

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Netflixable? “44 Pages” plays like a mission statement for “Highlights” magazine

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Soft as a plush toy and as edgy as the advertorial for “Highlights for Children” magazine it for all intents and purposes is, “44 Pages” captures the venerable children’s magazine as it prepares to put out its 70th anniversary issue back in the summer of 2016.

Tony Shaff’s dull, conflict-free behind-the-scenes look at the family-owned magazine still found in doctors and dentists’ offices across America, is seen through the lens of the magazine’s own motto — “Fun With Purpose.”

Colorful, with sparkling illustrations and artwork, puzzles, regular features such as the good choice-teaching “Goofus and Gallant” cartoon, features on crafts such as art and cooking, poetry by famous adults and kids who have submitted their work, fiction, a little science — “Highlights” is aimed at creating kids who are “kind” and “curious.

A parade of Honesdale, Pennsylvania editorial staff talk about the history of the magazine, which debuted in 1946,  and its ongoing mission — showing kids “how the world could be and should be.”

They are, editor Judy Burke smiles, “People who love kids, people who love to read.”

They spend a lot of time vetting the pieces for accuracy and “sensitivity,” publisher and heir Christine French Cully smiles.

Everybody smiles at “Highlights,” in the quaint, old small-town mansion that houses editorial, at the vast Columbus, Ohio business offices, where marketing and accounting and the new online version of the venerable publication is housed.

They smile as they speak, very quietly, of the “wholesomeness” and “goody-goody” labels they try to avoid, and the “bubble” they acknowledge they all live in. Redesigns and a new “Highlights” app to reach kids online don’t obscure the words the many employees avoid most assiduously — “conservative, old-fashioned, dated, fusty.”

Headquartered in tiny, rural Honesdale (population under 5,000), it’s a magazine setting the agenda for childhood in America and what kids should be, seemingly trapped in an America that hasn’t existed for 50 years.

The illustrations show black and brown faces, the published poems are always five by girls, five by boys and no picture of a child on a bike is without her wearing a helmet, no image of a family in a car fails to show the proper use of seat belts.

It has the feeling of CYA political correctness, tokenism and a fear of doing anything that will challenge anyone in the towns most like Honesdale, ages 6-12, or more exactly, the parents of their target audience.

The milieu, even editorial meetings, is “Mister Rogers” quiet and soft-spoken. No voice is raised, the endless tinkering and editing away the rough edges raises no ire — even with the contract workers doing a lot of the writing and rewriting, photographing and illustrating.

But avoiding issues of race, religion, environment, “evolution” and “controversy” in general cannot be easy. The occasional staff member glances over her shoulder and almost whispers when talking about everything they and their freelance writers, illustrators and others must dodge — violence, sex, guns, etc.

And looking at all these faces, you understand that they’re not just proving that publishing doesn’t have to be an urban phenomenon, with city sophistication. You see the good-faith effort made to make the magazine look like its readers.

It’s all the more amazing when you notice — as you must — that the entire enterprise is staffed by a sea of white, suburban women, hired from all over America — ages early 30s to late 60s. It’s a self-sustaining monochromatic matriarchy where, seemingly, If you’re not white and not a woman, you need not apply.

They pay all this lip service to children growing up in a very different world from the physical and metaphorical Mayberry this 44 pages-plus-cover/no advertising is still created in, while working in one of the most jarringly racially pure echo chambers in American media.

A trio of white men — art people and the science editor — have small roles and keep their voices down in what is otherwise a high-functioning matriarchy. The magazine, its earnest effort to promote sweetness and light and avoid ruffling any feathers — ANYwhere — reflects that — nothing to offend the sensibilities of little old ladies.

“44 Pages” shows its a jungle in there, a fallopian jungle.

The fact that it’s enduring in print in an era when dead tree publications are withering and dying underscores that they’re doing something right, or that doctors and dentists are slow to abandon subscriptions of a magazine that they believe keeps little kids occupied while waiting for their appointment.

In an age when men keeping women down is a running theme of the zeitgeist, especially in the media, here’s an exception that proves the rule. The descendants of educators turned publishers Garry and Caroline Myers are running  a civil, genteel and most feminine workplace trapped in 1955.

It doesn’t help to think too much about how they maintain this, the “psychological profiles” the staff alludes to having to pass before they join the whitest, most feminine institution this side of the Salt Lake City Garden Club, circa 1939.

There’s a reason media companies — save for Fox News — pursue “diversity” in editorial hiring. You’re limiting your connection to many of the people you’d like to reach when you all look alike, think alike and sound alike.

Filmmaker Schaff, whose documentary “Hotline” was about suicide phone banks, psychic call centers and the like, didn’t create “The September Issue” (about Vogue) here.

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There’s zero conflict and zero effort by the filmmaker, off-camera, asking questions and prodding his interview subjects into interesting lines of questioning, to challenge the slow-to-change nature of “Highlights” and the culture that created it, depicting the world kids grow up in, their growing sophistication and Highlights as a bulwark against the real world.

There’s implied back-pattiing all around when “Highlights,” in the closing credits, is revealed to have shown an LGBQ family in its pages — in 2017 — decades after say, PBS Kids touched on it.

Shaff’s movie seems to be doing the loudest back-slapping of all.

There’s no addressing the monoculture this mag is created in or how that limits its scope. They bring in focus groups of kids to market research each issue before it hits the stands — little white kids from this not-that-diverse town that they publish it in.

I’d have appreciated even the (film’s) editorial suggestion of  how surprising it is that “Highlights” seems to cover itself in political correctness despite its reluctance to embrace the real world it now exists in. That would have been more interesting than this celluloid press release from “Highlights” corporate.

Whatever the stated higher purpose , however earnest the  apparent good intentions by all involved, Shaff was obligated — on behalf of the film audience — to question the official line pitched here. He just cheerleads, or more to the point, lets the staff cheerlead.

Is there no skeptic — academic, publishing, educator — to question the “Highlights” way, their numbers, their editorial slant? Look at America today, and ask yourself if “Highlights” has succeeded in its 70+ year mission of creating “kind” and “curious” kids. Ask yourself how a lily white enterprise like this might deserve a little credit where it doesn’t it.

Shaff has made a movie that skims the surface, like a “How Magazines are Made” video for kids that no kid will want to sit through and will keep few adults awake.

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MPAA Rating: TV-Y7

Cast: Judy Burke, Christine French Cully, Lisa Schnebly Heidinger

Credits:Directed by  Tony Shaff. A Gravitas/Netflix release.

Running time: 1:30

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“Papillon” then, “Papillon” now

Watching the old “Papillon” as a way of prepping for the new “Papillon” — Steve McQueen and Dustin Hoffman in a Franklin “Patton” Schaffner film then, an epic that has improved with age. Charlie Hunnam and Rami Malik in a Michael Noer (Danish native, relatively unknown) film now. All these cameos and actors later to become famous — the screenwriter Dalton Trumbo as a commandant, Vic Tayback (Mel on TV’s “Alice”) and Len Lesser (“Seinfeld’s” Uncle Leo) as guards, George Couloris of “Citizen Kane” as a prison doctor, Richard Farnsworth (“The Straight Story”) as a manhunter (no lines), Billy Mumy, and on and on. It was practically a make-work project for Hollywood character actors.

No way the new one will have the scale and scope of the original, but a leaner more brisk “Papillon” can’t be a bad thing. As dense with incident and characters as the narrative is, I could see this as an Amazon or HBO limited series — maybe five hours (Schaffner’s was over 2:45.

My favorite book in high school. Must’ve read it a dozen times. August 24, another take on one of the great adventure yarns (partly true, largely exaggerated) hits the screen.

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Preview, “How to Talk to Girls” tells teens how to pretend #MeToo Never Happened

Yay, another teen comedy about nerdy boys who try to find an angle to “get girls” in high school.

Because the Weinstein/Trump/Moonves/Franco model, get rich or be born rich and make yourself famous so that you have “power” over them is no longer an option. Yeah, better school yourself in high school son.

Couple of laughs in this trailer — from “girls.”

 

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Preview, “Bad Reputation” celebrates the struggle, the hair, the legend that is Joan Jett

Yeah, she’s like the fifth most famous cover artist in the Rock’n Roll Hall of Fame.

But she formed The Runaways, and when the Cherry Bomb went off and the smoke cleared, built a solid solo career on…covers.

Yeah, Joe Cocker isn’t in the HOF and I’m bitter. But all power to Joan J. Icon.

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Movie Review: “BLACKkKLANSMAN” is vintage Spike Lee — a stinging sermon with a touch of hilarious

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“BlackKklansman” is the funniest Spike Lee movie in decades, a film of such wit, tension, passion and relevance that it is his most important work since “Malcolm X.”

This mostly-true story of a grim but ironic undercover sting of the Ku Klux Klan allows a filmmaker infamous for getting in his own way, condemned to low budget filmed stage shows, documentaries and movies-nobody-saw, to return to relevance with a thriller that’s epic in scope and satirical in its bite.

All it took was hot producer Jordan Peele (“Get Out”) and three extra screenwriters to get it made and rein in just enough of Lee’s excesses to get him back to making the sorts of movies he used to toss off with ease.

Ron Stallworth, subtly-played by John David Washington of TV’s “Ballers (and a tween extra in “Malcolm X”) was a straight arrow son of a career military man who became “the Jackie Robinson” of the Colorado Springs Police Department in the 1970s.

He endured the racism of his own department, first in the records room where the rookie was repeatedly asked for files on this or that “toad.” Colorado racist cops had given up the N-word for the T-word. Progress.

But a smart guy like Ron, with his Natural hair style and the ability to switch from his usual “King’s English” to “jive,” figures undercover work is where it’s at. And after much grousing from the more racist colleagues, and his prickly chief (Robert John Burke), he gets his chance. He wears a wire into ex-Black Panther Stokely Carmichael’s speech, invited to address the black community by the local college’s student union.

Stallworth was to spy on this “radical” who was “stirring things up.” The police were looking for an excuse to arrest the FBI target then going by a newly-taken African name, Kwame Ture. No dice there, the rhetoric wasn’t that incendiary, Stallworth insists.

But he passes muster with the undercover guys (Adam Driver, Steve Buscemi’s brother Michael Buscemi). And he does meet a “fine as red wine” sister, Patrice (Laura Harrier), whom he has to lie to even as he resists her crowd’s insistence on calling police “pigs.”

They have their reasons.

But it’s a glance at a brazenly-placed newspaper recruiting ad for the KKK that piques Ron’s interest and gets him on the phone. His “King’s English” convinces the voice on the other end of the line of his “white” legitimacy, his instincts tell him that these creeps are thinking big — and violent. All he’s got to do is convince his boss (Ken Garito), the chief and the rest of the “intelligence” squad to go along with it, and get a white cop to play the role he’s creating on the phone and infiltrate the KKK.

The skeptical, jaded Flip (Driver) reluctantly agrees.

“I’ve always wanted to be black.”

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Lee, working from the real Ron Stallworth’s memoir, takes us into a world of virulent racists, paranoid gun nuts and delusional cranks, “The Invisible Empire,” whose members lay low, refer to the KKK as “The Organization,” The Cause.”

And they are planning “a big year,” something bigger than mountaintop cross burnings — “The highest hills get the most eyes.”

Ron, in the person of Flip, goes to redneck bar gatherings and backwoods shooting parties where the boys trot out their named firearms (“I call this one ‘Jew Killer'”) to riddle African American-shaped targets.

He faces the furious, ignorant suspicion of Felix, played in a fine, foaming-at-the-mouth fury by Finnish actor Jasper Pääkkönen.

And he debates Ron on the importance of what they’re doing.

“For you, this is a crusade. For me, it’s a job.”

Lee balances Ron’s work debates with his guarded arguments with the “Revolution is Now” Patrice. His patriotism has him ironically believing “America would never elect somebody like David Duke president of the United States.” He tests his own idealism with her, his belief  you can effect change “from the inside.”

Patrice, rousted and abused by the most racist local cops on the night of the Carmichael/Ture speech, doesn’t buy it. With her voluminous Afro and high profile in the community, she’s almost certainly on the KKK radar as well.

Lee steadily ratchets up the tension even as he’s never far removed from finding these dangerous men funny. Casting Topher Grace as the young Louisiana racist KKK Imperial Wizard Duke sets the tone, and works wonderfully. Black Ron has to call National KKK headquarters to see about his membership card, and shockingly, the Big D is who answers the phone and expedites the card.

“God Bless White America!”

The local group’s collection of secretive sympathizers in government and literal mouth-breathers warns White Ron that “a war’s coming.” Will Black Ron and White Ron be able to stop it?

Lee finds places to squeeze in his trademarks — his rolling reverse zoom, pointed political criticism and “Uplift the Race” sermons and lectures. They fit here. Alec Baldwin plays a man rehearsing a KKK film lecture in the movie’s heavy-handed and somewhat ill-fitting (but biting) opening scene. Lee gives actor Corey Hawkins, as Carmichael/Ture, minutes of mesmerizing screen time for his speech.

Ture’s speech doesn’t so much “turn” Ron as lay the out the distances between the races, and ways that gap has and hasn’t closed in 45 years. Harry Belafonte has a moving cameo, telling the story of a long-ago lynching his character witnessed to a rapt Black Student Union audience.

And Lee finishes with a flourish, hammering home the connections between the KKK then and now, racist leadership then and at the very highest levels now.

Those of us who have followed Lee’s work over the years embrace his strengths and his flaws. He shot “BlackKklansman” in a grainy, lurid blacksploitation style (period appropriate tunes) and texture and wonderfully balances the mockery of the racists with the grim realities of the true story.

But Spike never learned to drop the mike, leave the audience craving more. As with “Malcolm” and most of his signature films, he cannot bear to exit the stage, running “BlackKklansman” past its climax, sermonizing until the credits stop him.

At least he’s outgrown the tendency to have an actor turn to the camera and shout “WAKE UP!” at the faithful.

With “BlackKklansman,” the great touches overcome his two Achilles Heels. Let’s hope this reconnects the filmmaker with the wider big screen audience, because talent this mercurial has been a terrible thing to waste.

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MPAA Rating: R, violence, profanity, racism

Cast: John David Washington,  Adam Driver, Laura Harrier, Topher Grace, Jasper Pääkönen, Alec Baldwin

Credits:Directed by Spike Lee, script by Charlie Wachtel, David Rabinowitz, David Wilmott, and Spike Lee, based on the memoir by Ron Stallworth. A Focus release.

Running time: 2:

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BOX OFFICE: “Mission: Impossible — Fallout” sets franchise record, “Mamma” edges “Equalizer” this time, “Titans” tank

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A big Thursday and huge Friday have set “Mission: Impossible — Fallout” on a path to clear $60 million on its opening weekend, perhaps going as high as $63 million.

Deadline.com is reporting that the $6 million Thursday night opening added another $22-25 Friday, with Saturday pre-sales pointing to the biggest  opening weekend ever for the Tom Cruise big screen version of the 60s-70s TV series.

The brand is a big draw and reviews have been stellar. Why not?

Mamma Mia: Here We Go Again” nipped past last weekend’s surprise winner, “Equalizer 2” during the week and will repeat that this weekend, making over $15 to Denzel’s second weekend take of $13.

That should allow both Denzel’s revenge times two thriller and the ABBA’s B-sides sequel to better “Teen Titans Go! To the Movies” ($10-11), pushing it to fourth place. Earlier projections gave “Titans” a shot of reaching $15-17. Considering the quick and dirty Warner Animation comedy only cost $10 (and looks it), any take above $10 you can call a win for the TV toon turned into a big screen draw.

Not many are showing up for something that has all the ambition of a made-for-TV Cartoon Network movie. Why pay for Cartoon Network quality animation best experienced on TV?

 

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A theme song that gets better with age? The action jazz of Lalo Schifrin, “Mission: Impossible”

Every time we hear it, it sets the pulse-pounding. A Latin beat, timpanis and tambalas, brass and sax, pinning us in our seats and pulling us in.

Directors and villains may change, Tom Cruise may age, but Lalo Schifrin’s propelling score drives the “Mission: Impossible” movies as sure as Monty Norman’s “James Bond Theme” is the lifeblood of 007. I mentioned this in my review. 

Something about the jazz of the 60s, especially as it pertains to scores, theme songs and the like, is getting better with age. Schifrin, still with us at 86, was the soundtrack of that era. “Mission: Impossible” might be his crowning glory, a thunderous, swooping rhythm that every new MI incidental music composer may tinker with, but never improve upon.

 

The original, from the 1966 TV series, stands the test of time. Strings and flutes, spare and packed into a swaying Argentine beat.

 

He did “Cool Hand Luke: and “Bullitt” for the big screen, “The Man from U.N.C.L.E.” too — the TV show, remember? Sound familiar?

Back when I worked in public radio hosting jazz programs, rare was the week when I didn’t trot out some big band arrangement of his themes on some new/old LP.

I even engineered field recordings of local big bands covering Schifrin’s rolling jazz thunder. The one all of them had to have in the repertoire was the Schifrin theme that was easiest to perform live, with a standard line-up big band. The TV show was generic, but the music from “Mannix,” and the way it’s used in the still dazzling opening credits, is almost enough to justify reviving that one (and not say, “Magnum P.I.”) all on its own.

We missed his birthday last month (June 21.). But as “Mission: Impossible — Fallout” blows up the box office, raise a glass with me to Lalo the Great!

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WEEKEND Movies: Raves for “Mission: Impossible,” but what’s behind all this love for “Teen Titans Go!,” eh?

One of the best “Mission: Impossible” movies opened Thursday night, one more shot at killing Tom Cruise — 57, and still doing many of his own stunts? DAMN! — and big things are expected by Paramount’s accountants.

It earned $6 million last night (IMAX helped) and may set the MI record (north of $60 million for the weekend would do it) and extend Cruise’s box office shelf life by a few more years.

Cast a great villain (Sean Harris) or two (Henry Cavill, or so the trailers tell us), tear up the streets of Paris and blow a lot of stuff up, the people will beat a path to your multiplex door.

titan1“Teen Titans” earned a million last night. Kids need a fresh cartoon every weekend, it’s a proven TV brand, hyped on channels that kids watch. No great surprise there. A $17 million weekend is within reach, maybe a bit generous for a picture that shows so little effort, but kids want what they want.

What did surprise me were the reviews — too much love on Rotten Tomatoes, more than I would have expected even on the more sober and adult Metacritic. 

Whatever you want to say about the works of Disney, Pixar, Sony Animation, Dreamworks, Ghibli or Laika, or even the Lego movies Warners has jump-started its animation division with, there’s a generally accepted notion that the bar has been raised.

We expect sparkling, witty visuals, slam-bang action (“Bugs Bunny Physics,” I call it) and enough smart humor to keep your average parent from staring at his or her phone playing Words with Friends for 80-90 minutes.

And “Teen Titans Go! To the Movies” takes a stab at some of those while meekly embracing the anarchy that has been Warner Brothers’ animated comedy style since Porky/Daffy (in their logo) and Bugs held sway.

But it isn’t as funny or smart as the last lame Lego movie, isn’t as witty or antic as its TV predecessor, “Animaniacs.” This incarnation of the DC misfits has been on the tube for 200+ episodes since 2013, and judging from their first feature film in that post-“Power Puff Girls” (anime-inspired) style, that’s where they should stay.

It’s mass production pablum intended for kids and for inattentive “watching” on TV.

Other reviews don’t reflect that. This one gave me a bigger laugh than anything in the movie. And there are plenty more where that came from, delivered by either third or fourth string backup reviewers (NPR and the NY Times are very good to their interns…apparently) for major media outfits, or fanboys enthusing over anything that mocks the origin stories, comic book or sci-fi movie antecedents that the script pounds away at.

Speaking from early-career experience, it is the lot of the third stringer, reviewing fare that the A-list review won’t bother with, to puff up the mediocre in order to justify what one has been entrusted to review (and oneself), to inflate one’s place within the reviewing firmament and play around with style, and to stand apart from the crowd.

Or are they trying to anticipate what kids will love, and missing the mark?

Generational? It’s not like kids raised on the TV show are now reviewing.

“You just don’t get it” might work here, as I am not the target audience. But I “got” the jokes — obvious, telegraphed set-ups, weak tea all the way around.

Well, the rubber-pencil trick I didn’t see coming.

I just didn’t  get much more than a smirk over Nicolas Cage, once cast as “Superman” (never got to play him) voicing The Man of Steel, or Stan Lee making his usual “subtle” cameo — but this time in a DC, not Marvel movie.

Michael Bolton singing the “Upbeat Inspirational Song” is just about funny enough — for a 22 minute (plus commercials) TV cartoon.

Those were the funniest stand-alone moments, the origin story reversal via time travel was the best single idea here (dispensed with far too soon, before Aquaman could asphyxiate on a plastic six-pack ring, etc.).

I skipped the pre-opening screening of “Teen Titans” because it was half-state away theater chosen to show it, caught it on “pre-opening” night with a theater one third full — of fans who paid cash money to see it (most with their kids). The theatrical experience? “The Quiet Place.” Deathly quiet.

I defy any member of this chorus of opinionators to make the point that this is any funnier than “Hotel Transylvania 3,” about 1-27th as amusing or witty as “Incredibles 2.” It isn’t, and if it lingers in any memory past Labor Day, I’ll be shocked SHOCKED.

The bar for big screen animation has been raised. The bar for reviewing it, it seems, has been lowered.

It’s about having standards, boys and girls, and sticking to them. What did you do in Freshman English? “Compare and contrast,” and honestly, would any of these children say this is on a par with the worst Pixar movie (“Monsters University,” “Cars Anything”), or better than any of the “Hotel Transylvania” pictures?

When you have standards, benchmarks, you don’t fall into that “Well, the kids will go and I am going to put myself in their shoes and justify that” trap.  Therein lies the path to mendacious mediocrity, I say.

Want to know why America has a treasonous moron for president? Reality TV and comic book movies, and people scared to point out this crap is dumbing down the culture.

As for me, “I am standing at Thermopylae!”  Or to quote a more popular picture, “None shall pass!” If it’s thinly-scripted cut-rate junk, I’m saying so.

 

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Netflixable? “Extinction” asks the sci-fi question, “Apocalypse Again?”

 

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Peter is having nightmares — unexplained air attacks on his corner of futurecity, bloody beatings delivered to some unseen threat.

His children are worried. His wife?

“Please see someone!”

His boss, David? “There’s this clinic…”

But these dreams, maybe they mean something. Maybe they’re a warning. Maybe he’s not crazy, just driving his wife crazy with his visions of the coming apocalypse.

“You see that? That light?”

“Extinction” is about The Day the World Ended. Again.

And it’s about that paranoid feeling that someone — something — is watching you, even though you’re arguing that this isn’t just in your head.

“It IS just in your head!”

Peter’s not alone, but meeting somebody else who “can’t sleep” just shows him how paranoid he looks.

Michael Peña stars as a maintenance tech in a high rise near future, one of the few “crazy” people having nightmares about the attack that — twenty minutes into “Extinction” — comes.

But when it comes, objects dropping from the sky, weird craft strafing and bombing everything and everyone, can Peter tell it’s not just another nightmare? And will he have the chance to tell his wife (Lizzy Caplan) “I TOLD you so!”

“Is THIS what you saw?”

What is attacking them? Tentacled flying machines, glimpses of buggy looking helmeted soldiers, insectoid space suits, armed with with long bayonets.

Peter’s quest is as simple as it gets — finding his kids, finding his wife, getting out of a high rise that’s under-assault and gutted, with scattered panicked survivors and unknown attackers keeping them from “the factory” where he works and where his dreams told him they might be safe.

“Extinction” features convincing mayhem, reasonably realistic panic, a global assault rendered personal by the myopia of focusing on this family and some neighbors, fighting to survive.

It’s generic “aliens invade” fare, another “Skyline” or “The Invasion” with smoky ruins,  tracer bullets and brawls, but also dream interpretation and a fun twist on the family dynamic. Wife Alice is the sane, smart one, the tougher one  — the one who picks at Peter’s memories, gets him to dissect his dreams to see what they can do that might save them.

And then there’s that invader that Peter (mainly Lizzy) bested in a brawl — unseen behind his cracked helmet visor, disarmed because Peter has figured out how to hack the ID on this personalized assault rifle so he can use it — an invader for whom hunting them down is personal.

That’s not smart. Anything that stops or slows the forward–motion in a movie like this is bad, because the moment we have a time to daydream, we ponder this whole tedious business of invading, shooting victims one by one, building by building, floor by floor. Why would anybody go to the trouble?

Aliens? Their superior tech makes resistance futile, and lop-sided in the extreme. Why wouldn’t they just bomb or vaporize the works?

Terminators? Our own machines? Why wouldn’t they just electronically shut down civilization and monitor our dying out?

The reveal here is surprising enough, but anticlimactic in the extreme. A downer. Everything after it? Exposition, over-explaining. This is no “Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep?” Why pretend it is?

Peña has made a fine living, sucking up the lion’s share of “Latino supporting player” roles in comedies (“Ant Man”), action films (“Shooter”), cop pics and war films and everything in between.

He was good as Cesar Chavez in the bio-pic that offered him a rare solo starring role.

Here, he’s bland, under-emoting in the face of terror and fronting a middling actioner that isn’t as thought-provoking as its creators expected, as surprising as they think it’s “twist” is and isn’t smart enough to get out of its own way.

1half-star

MPAA Rating: TV-MA, violence

Cast: Michael Peña, Lizzy Caplan, Mike Colter

Credits:Directed by Ben Young, , script by Eric Heisserer. A Good Universe/Mandeville/Netflix release.

Running time: 1:35

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