Netflixable? WWII Underground Agent “Number 24 (Nr. 24)” tells kids what’s called for when you Fight Fascism

One of the smartest places Netflix has put its international production money is Scandivanian World War II films. A collection of true or “inspired by” true stories have shown us forgotten heroics, sacrifice, treachery and air raids that went wrong. And these movies travel well, playing to WWII buffs the world over, especially in North America.

The soberest of the lot might be “Nr. 24,” titled “Number 24” for the U.S./Canadian market. It’s an account of the exploits of Norway’s most decorated resistance fighter, Gunnar Sønsteby. And it focuses on the terrible choices one has to make in a war when fascism has not just invaded your country and taken over the power structure, it has rooted itself in the culture so that real patriots can’t know who their countrymen they can trust.

Director John Andreas Andersen’s film is framed within a blunt, unglamorous lecture Sønsteby (Eric Hijvu) gives very late in his life. With fascism bubbling up all over Europe, even in Norway, Sønsteby gives school kidsin his hometown of Rjukan a history lesson.

The Germans didn’t need many troops to sieze Oslo. There were Nazi-sympathizing traitors in the government and all over the country, led by fascist military officer Vidkun Quisling. Choosing to join the resistance in 1940 — when the war’s outcome was very much in doubt — may have been noble but might not be popular, and could very well be suicidal.

The old Hero of Telemark tells a rapt audience of teens in his hometown, “Let’s talk about values” (in Norwegian with subtitles, or dubbed), and launches into his life story — carefree days years before the war when the warning signs about fascism’s rise were popping up, even in Norway, shifting into his “futile” joining with partisan fighters resisting the initial invasion and his recruitment to the an anti-Nazi espionage organization, supplied by the Brits, which he’d eventually come to lead.

Sjur Vatne Brean plays the young Gunnar, a mild-mannered accountant with skiing and camping skills, who journeys from naivete to seasoned fighter determined to make the hard decisions resistance leaders must make.

The older Sønsteby emphasizes how “careful” he was as he built his “network” of comrades in arms and sympathetic helpers. He eschewed any idea of “family” — his own would be imperiled — and romance for the duration of the war. He avoided alcohol, and planned out each day in advance. “Five pockets” he nicknamed himself, one on his jacket for each fake identity and “papers” to be shown to Germans and Norwegian Nazi police, depending on the situation and setting.

The film details some suspenseful exploits and grapples with the moral choices involved in taking action against murderous Norwegian traitors who rounded up the country’s Jews to be shipped to concentration camps, summarily executed resistance fighters or anyone who helped them and the like.

The narrative takes Sønsteby to and from Norway, trekking to neutral but Nazi-sympathizing Sweden, flying to Britain for “training” (not seen) and even a meeting with Norway’s king-in-exile (Kristian Halken). We see records offices bombed when the Germans and their Norwegian puppets prep to draft Norwegians for combat duty on the Eastern Front. An arms factory is attacked, and Germans are killed in ambushes.

But there’s also the grimmer work of accepting that a childhood friend is trying to rat you out and having him killed. Old Sønsteby hears out fresh-faced student questions about “Did you try non-violence?” and gives them a wake-up call.

“Gandhi never had to resist (dehumanizing) Nazis.”

He bluntly speaks of sacrifice as flashbacks show comrades killed, family members, comrades in arms and confidantes arrested and tortured.

Under fascism, he warns, “don’t trust the” media and the rich men who own newspapers and the like. The police? They’re working for those who have seized power and taken away your freedoms. They’ll torture you and shrug “just following orders.”

“Number 24,” scripted by Erlend Loe and Espen Lauritzen von Ibenfeldt, skims over details like Sønsteby’s training and how all this dynamite and these pistols and Bren guns were acquired. The logistics of resistance is limited to arranging apartments and the like.

The focus here is on “values,” the moral choices that underline the actions of the people who took those actions. There’s a famous French documentary about just how insidious fascism was in France. But “The Sorrow and the Pity” could have been made about any country in Occupied Europe. Violent nationalist bigots were often in a majority in a populace, no matter how much France, Belgium, Denmark or Norway celebrate their resistors.

Fighting that, risking your life to simply approach a countryman or countrywoman to see if they’ll help or turn you in when you ask their assistance in stealing printing plates to counterfeit Norwegian money or let you sit in their apartment to stake-out a target, is a more fraught experience than anybody — young or old — mouthing off on Twitter or Bluesky has ever experienced.

Director Andersen (he did the disaster movie “The Quake”) keeps this slick, polished production moving even as he and the screenwriters avoid many of the tried-and-true devices — training-for-the-mission montages, etc. — of the genre.

Most characters don’t explain their actions, and the risks of approaching strangers scenes require at least some lip service to that.

Sjur Vatne Brean and Erik Hijvu play Sønsteby as unemotional and poker-faced. That may be how the real hero survived his heroics, but it’s dramatically flat on film.

Everybody’s neat and well-dressed in this occupied, rationing-enforced country. And the vintage cars shine even under the grey, snowy skies and muddy roads of winter. “Realism” has its limits.

But “Number 24” is a tough-minded reminder that, as the late historian David McCullough emphasized, “These (historic heroic) people don’t know how this is going to turn out.” Living circumscribed, secretive lives for years, committing deadly acts without months or years of military training and indoctrination, these are extraordinary acts committed by the brave outliers among us, who will always be few in number.

We may admire or judge them today, but if we weren’t there, how can we?

Rating: TV-MA, violence

Cast: Sjur Vatne Brean, Erik Hijvu, Ines Høysæter Asserson, Mark Noble and Per Kjerstad

Credits: Directed by John Andreas Andersen, scripted by Erlend Loe and Espen Lauritzen von Ibenfeldt. A Netflix release.

Running time: 1:52

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Movie Review: Make Yourself Famous, try to be a “Better Man” and not a Pop Star Cliché

Whatever he means to other parts of the world — his UK homeland in particular — the pop star Robbie Williams falls somewhere on the “Remember him?” to “Who?” sliding scale here in the U.S.

So maybe the idea of a boy band member turned early 2000s solo act, a crooning, dancing and lyrics-writing “entertainer” in the Justin Timberlake/Michael Jackson mold being worthy of a bio pic seemed like a no brainer across the pond. It might be a film that “travels” as they say.

But I saw “Better Man,” with my fiance on opening night in the United States. We were an audience of two.

And while the occasionally familiar if not exactly immortal or even “memorable” song wafts off the soundtrack of “Better Man,” this isn’t “A Complete Unknown,” “Rocketman” or even “Get On Up” in terms of a portrait of a fascinating, complex and major artist who remade the (English language mostly) pop world.

“Rick Rolled: The Rick Astley Story” has more appeal, if not more cachet. “Adele: Having the Last Laugh” would seem more worthy.

But Williams’ clever-not-“brilliant” conceit for conceiving his hardscrabble (ish) life story is that he’d be played “as I see myself,” a not-particularly attractive CGI monkey extra from “Planet of the Apes.” We can infer that his idea that he’s a “trained monkey” or that he sees himself as just not-that-attractive, a maddeningly insecure pop singer who ventured from boy band background singer/dancer to pop-charts-dominating superstar. It’s a humbling way for this “The Ego Has Landed” icon to approach his life story.

Yes, it’s a gimmick but a clever one, a singer singing to massive crowds, but always as a simian singer, always seeing a version of his chimp self out in the mob, doubting and causing him to question his worthiness of the fame he always sought and the talent he never really doubted.

But what does working class Robert “Robbie” Williams of Stoke-on-Trent do with this CGI version of himself (dancing actor Jonno Davies does the motion capture “acting” for the ape), narrating his $110 million version of his life story? Why, he tells us of his desire to be “famous,” his descent into drugs, cheating with every English-speaking pop starlet on the planet, the “nan” (granny) who always believed in him, the aspiring singing-joking-emceeing “entertainer” dad who abandoned him and the boy band (Take That) that kicked him out before he “showed them” his true value to the masses.

Talk about tried and true and trite.

After the first blush of how cute this conceit is, this called-to-perform, fame-craving, spotlight-hogging Robert “Robbie” is wracked by insecurites even as he’s playing the British inspiration for Coachella — Knebworth — talking up audience sizes like an insecure, crooning Trump. “Better Man” becomes a simple catalog of pop stardom clichés

James Bond Aston Martin parked in front of the mansion he trashes in stoned, insecure rages? Check. “Nan” (Alison Steadman) who supported his dream, but whose dying moments he missed? Check. Involved with a girl group (Raechelle Banno) star from All Saints? Check…and mate.

The movie is a gloss of a life, not an in-depth portrait. If you sit through this slick, long, grim and utterly predictable bio-pic and ask yourself “And this ‘wanker’ is worthy of a bio-pic why?” you won’t be alone.

Steve Pemberton plays the Sinatra-worshipping, Music-Hall-missing emcee, the comic/”singer” dad who instilled in young Robert the need to “be famous,” to matter, to “have it” and “light-em-up (show off, onstage and off).”

It’s not enough to love what you do.

“What matters is other people loving you doing it!”

Kate Mulvany plays the long-suffering mother who indulges her soon-fatherless son’s dreams of trying out for a boy band, and becoming famous and all the downside that fame offers for her and him.

Damon Harriman plays that always-hated/mocked first manager, casting director for Take That who appreciates Robert’s “cheeky” attitude enough to cast him in a band where he’s just sung an audition song so far removed from the pop charts as to make one question what century the 15 year-old boy lives in.

We glimpse boy band rivals who hold Robert (renamed Robbie for Take That) back, the gay clubs touring to teen-girl shift in appeal, manufactured by that first manager. And we get Williams’ rock star version of earning the right to be kicked out of that “band.”

What we don’t get is anything particularly revealing. Bisexual? Seriously involved with a couple of Spice Girls? Copulating his way to fame/telling tales in interviews, etc? Skipped or skimmed-over.

This is very much the Robbie Williams-narrated and “officially approved” version of his life story. And for all the terrific dance numbers, the scenes of the chimp alter-ego version of “Robbie” behaving badly, this is never the least bit revealing, never a movie that reinvents the musical bio-pic genre.

They hired visual effects specialist and music video director (and co-writer) Michael Gracey and spent all this money to simian-ize their “star.” And they voice-over-narrate it to death and censor/embellish/omit/”shine” it into an unsurprising genre pic more worthy of Justin Bieber than the British Justin Timberlake.

Rating: R, drug abuse, self-harm, near nudity, profanity, constant smoking

Cast: Robbie Williams, Jonno Davies, Steve Pemberton, Raechelle Banno, Tom Budge, Damon Harriman, Kate Mulvany, Alison Steadman.

Credits: Directed by Michael Gracey, scripted by Simon Gleeson, Oliver Cole and Michael Gracey. A Paramount release.

Running time: 2:14

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Movie Review: More heists, more Butler and Jackson — “Den of Thieves 2: Pantera”

One hesitates to ever use the phrase “lazy” in describing the epic enterprise that is the making of any major motion picture. But the temptation is there in describing writer-director Christian Gudegast’s reunion with Gerard Butler and O’Shea Jackson, Jr. for “Den of Thieves 2: Pantera.”

They had all those years between films — “Den of Thieves” came out seven Januarys ago — and this lumbering, indulgent and nonsensical sequel is what they came up with?

There’s a hint of “French Connection 2” in the thought processes here. Let’s take our cop from the first film, send him to the South of France and have him “turn” and join the high-stakes heist artist he was chasing in the original.

But that resemblence is a fraud. If you’re going to get Butler back on board, you’d better promise him a working vacation in Nice and the Riviera, not the grit of Marseilles. You want Jackson, Jr. around, you’d better promise the same, plus a better wardrobe and a flashier character who tries his hand at speaking French.

Every situation is trite, under-motivated and perfunctory. Many a scene is drawn out for “acting” moments where our two antagonists swap pointless back-story anecdotes about their upbringing.

It opens with a tepid jet transport (in the hangar) heist and finishes with a derivative diamond district robbery. These underwhelming action beats come almost two hours apart in the movie’s dawdling narrative. Slapping a mountainside Nice to Northern Italy car chase onto the ending doesn’t do much for that “lifeless” feeling

Gudegast makes the distinction between his two characters clear in the most cartoonish ways. One’s a slovenly, just-divorced cop who drinks too much. The other’s a driven, team-assembling super-thief who dresses better and “can’t stop” his craving for bigger and bigger robberies.

Oh, and one smokes and the other vapes. I’ll leave that mystery for you to solve if you watch this two and a half hour bore.

Butler’s burnout-case Nick is freshly divorced when he hears of this Antwerp airport robbery that sounds…almost nothing like the one in “Den of Thieves.” Living in his truck (“I LOVE my car!”), he bullies his superiors into sending him abroad, faking Federal Marshal credentials so he can talk the French into letting him help catch his elusive mastermind, Donnie (Jackson).

There’s attempted humor in the cop to cop banter with Nick’s French counterpart (Yasen Zates Atour) about the pronunciation of “croissant,” “you Americans” and the like. It doesn’t take.

The only joke that works is Nick’s drunken, enthusiastic quotation of the title of the most famous song by Jackson’s rapper/actor Dad (Ice Cube), earning a double-take from criminal mastermind Donnie.

It takes literally nothing (that we see) for Nick to track Donnie down on the Riviera. He’s just abruptly in the apartment Donnie has rented to scope out the scene of his next caper, a “diamond district” bank heist.

Evin Ahmed plays the “overwatch” “honey trap” member of Donnie’s “Panther” team of colorless Serbians.

The Sicilian mafia has a problem with what they’re doing, leading to threats, more complications and some members of their crew backing out.

It’s going to take a lot of product-placement Audis to chase down that electric Porsche they use for their attempted getaway.

Our writer-director indulges his star by giving him quirks, speeches and put-downs, but little that amounts to “character” in any realistic sense. Nick’s “reason” for threatening his way into this cop-to-criminal career change?

“You got over on me, fraulien. No one gets over on me.”

The heists are derivative, un-rehearsed and unexciting, with curious gadgetry and half-assed problem solving.

But as the old song goes, “It’s nicer, much nicer, in Nice.” So at least one and all got a nice Nice visit to the South of France for their trouble.

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

Cast: Gerard Butler, O’Shea Jackson Jr, Evin Ahmad, Salvatore Esposito, Dino Kelly and
Fortunato Cerlino

Credits: Scripted and directed by Christian Gudegast. A Lionsgate release.

Running time: 2:24

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Movie Preview: Sophie Thatcher is a robotic AI “Companion” to die for

The people who brought us “Barbarian” are behind this twisted and bloody thriller, co-starring Jack Quaid and
Harvey Guillén. Jan 31

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Movie Preview: Jason Statham is “A Working Man” with “particular skills”

Statham is out to right a wrong done to his pal Michael Pena in this variation on a “Beekeeper” theme.

Any idea who or what this construction worker actually is?

March 28.

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Movie Preview: Horror comes not just to the leading lady, but to the “Bystanders”

Murderously misogynistic teen bros come for the “wrong” teen girls?

That’s what I’m picking up from the “Bystanders” trailer. This one made the round of the horror film fest circuit and drops on streaming Jan. 21.

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Movie Review: Donnie Yen punches and kicks for justice as “The Prosecutor”

Martial arts icon Donnie Yen directs and stars in “The Prosecutor,” playing a two-fisted, idealistic Hong Kong cop turned prosecuting attorney.

Some of the most fantastic fights in recent screen history, choreographed by Takahita Ouichi and Donnie Yen Stunt Team leader Kenji Tanigaki, are what recommend this star vehicle for Yen, long a standout in action films from the East (“Ip Man” movies) and West (“Rogue One,” “John Wick 4”).

But it’s a talkative, convoluted tale that too often loses its way in Hong Kong’s (not People’s Republic) arcane, British-derived legal system.

“Stay strong and keep true” Detective Fok Zi Hu teaches his proteges (in Chinese with English subtitles). It’s been his motto and served him in his years on the force almost as well as his instincts, his deadly aim with a pistol and fists and feet of fury in a fight.

But Fok leaves his old team in the able hands of Lei Ging Wai (Michael Tin Fu Cheung) to pursue a law degree. Fok returns as a prosecutor, the guardian at the “last gate” for justice. In a crowded, crime-ridden city his chief prosecutor boss (Francis Ng) is more concerned with processing cases and cutting plea deals than “wasting time” on getting to the bottom of many cases.

And while Fok’s new mentor, Prosecutor Bao (Kent Chang) may appreciate his zeal and idealism, Bao’s faith that “Justice will prevail” because “heaven is on our side” seems naive.

All involved will be tested when a simple drug distrubution case comes to trial. A young man has been busted for, he says, taking delivery of a shipment of drugs dropped at his door. His aged grandpa (Kong Lau) insists on his innocence and disrupts court with his protests.

But two slick lawyers (Shirley Chan and Julian Cheung) with unknown employers have pushed the plea deal. Everybody is OK with it but Fok. Digging around, prodding the police and circumventing the seemingly compromised chief prosecutor, Fok kicks a hornet’s net of thugs, goons, international smugglers and corrupt lawyers as he snoops and punches his way to the truth.

The fights are epic, with Yen flying into action at swank mob-owned clubs, in alleys and on the subway. His boss Bao, struggling to keep all this legal, is sometimes a witness Fok’s fights.

“Fok’s beating up 100 people!” Bao shouts into his phone at one point. He’s not exaggerating…much. But he realizes that’s not the “call for backup” our prosecutor needs. “I mean, he’s being beaten up by 100 people!”

Over the decades Yen has graduated from supporting fighter roles in action films in Asia and Hollywood and become an icon of cool on the screen, with a crisp, clean acting style that stands out among Asian martial arts icons. He’s terrific in this part.

And as a director, he calls on the very best to stage his brawls and showcase still-formidable (at 60+) skills and physique.

But as a director, a little Eastwoodian “Is this scene/that novella of dialogue really necessary?” cutting was called for. “The Prosecutor” bogs down in pointless sequences where we see modern lawyers drag pushcarts of files into this or that office as part of their investigation. It talks us to death through setting and costume changes showing off the wealth and ruthlessness of the mob bosses and the thugs they send after our crusading prosectutor on foot, in SUVs and on trains.

The courtroom scenes drag between moments of melodrama, and what sets up as a lean loner’s hunt for justice talks us to death, bores us with clutter and undercuts the time the villain lawyers need to establish their worthiness as foes.

There’s also a hint of Chinese virtue signalling as the drug lords are mostly from other Asian cultures/races.

With “The Prosecutor” we come for Donnie Yen and for the fights, and if we’re studying Mandarin, to bone up on Chinese legal arcana. Because God knows there’s a lot of dialogue to this thing. But at some point, all that starts to feel superfluous and in the end, boring.

Rating: unrated, violence

Cast: Donnie Yen, Francis Ng, Shirley Chan, Julian Cheung, Kent Cheng, Michael Tin Fu Cheung and Kong Lau

Credits: Directed by Donnie Yen, scripted by Edmond Wong. A Well Go USA release.

Running time: 1:57

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Movie Preview: “Sound of Freedom” Angel Studios’ next “True Story” — “Brave the Dark”

A teacher takes a shot at saving a troubled teen boy.

Jared Harris stars in this drama about a kid who may have to choose between running track, and a lifetime of trouble.

Jan. 24 is when “Brave the Dark” hits theaters.

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Movie Preview: Richard Dreyfuss has advice for actors diving “Into the Deep”

Jan 24, Callum McGowan, Scout Taylor Compton, Jon Ceda and Stuart Thompson figure out if the Old Man of the Sea — and star of “Jaws” — should be heeded when it comes to scuba diving and sharks.

Could be fun.

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Series Review: Blizzard Season is the perfect time to get Stuck on “The Sticky”

Margo Martindale, one of the grande dames of American character actresses, gets her best starring role in forever in “The Sticky,” a Quebec-set comedy about intrigues, betrayal, corruption and murder, all of it spinning around an infamous piece of Quebec history — the theft of brown gold, Canadian maple syrup, in mass quantities.

It’s bloody and it’s mean — pretty much nobody with a French Canadian accent comes off well, and “American” accents are all mobsters — and it’s laugh-out-loud hilarious at times.

A couple of screenwriters from “American Housewife,” Brian Donovan and Ed Herro, cooked up this dizzy, dark bit of fiction, “absolutely not the true story of the Great Canadian Maple Syrup Heist,” a credit before each episode reminds us. But who didn’t hear about the “real” heist at the time (2011/12) and laugh? I distinctly remember an NPR piece on it leaving me in stitches.

Martindale plays Ruth, a struggling maple tree-tapper trying to keep the farm and take care of her comatose husband at home. That’s hard, because a corrupt Quebecois father (Guy Nadon) and inherit-his-title son (Mickaël Gouin) run the local co-op/cartel (Association Érable du Québec) which weighs, stores and sells their sap for syrup, controlling both the price charged and how much the farmers there get for their tree-tapping labors.

Ruth struggles because the kingpin Leonard (Nadon) is determined to squeeze her out. That’s made her ill-tempered and foul-mouthed. Even the ever-placating son Leo (Gouin) of that kingpin can’t talk her out of doing things like sawing down a maple, dragging it through town with her truck, screaming obscenities and threats at Leonard as she does.

Ruth has ties to a frequent out of town visitor, Mike (Chris Diamantopoulos of “Red Notice” and “The Boys in the Boat”). And Mike’s a part of a Boston-based mob operation.

Mike’s the guy syrup warehouse guard Remy (Guillaume Cyr) approaches with a plan — steal a few barrels out of the $150 million hoard in the co-op’s warehouse. Mike sees dollar signs, and being from The States, has a pistol with a silencer, and isn’t shy about violence of any type.

The running gags in this series’ elaborately unraveling plot have to do with how nothing goes right, how Remy — nicknamed “Boo Radley” at one point — is nobody’s idea of a mastermind and Mike’s solution to every problem is terminal violence and how little patience co-conspirator Ruth has for all this.

“I can’t keep plannin’ around all the STUPID,” she bellows, between profane tirades. “What did I SAY about sayin’ dumb sh–?”

Schemes are advanced, evidence is planted and an out of town detective (Suzanne Clément) shows up to insult the local Sûreté du Québec cop (Gita Miller) and get to the bottom of this hick town’s first murder, and quick.

And sooner or later, with all this money on the table and Mike an impulsive liability, you just know somebody from Boston will have to come and “clean up your mess.” Bo is played with bravado and grand abandon by Oscar winner Jamie Lee Curtis, a producer on the series.

The laughs aren’t exactly fast and furious, but they do come at a fairly steady pace. The problem-solving and complications thrown into the scripts for these six episodes is fun.

“Sticky” is handicapped by a few shortcomings in the limited series format — a tendency to draw limited action into a series of cliffhangers, and the determination to leave things open-ended enough to set up more seasons of this oozing, supersweet “Ozark” variation, no matter how clumsy and unrealistically that’s handled.

But Martindale is in rare form, surrounded by a parade of supporting players portraying a lot of folks on a sliding annoying-hateful-vile scale. And the milieu, with fur trapping, mink farming (and killing) and a strip club that features a pretty good buffet, is an amusing place to visit, especially during a cold stretch during this winter of snow and ice and discontent.

Rating: TV 16+, violence, profanity, strip club scene

Cast: Margo Martindale, Chris Diamantopoulos, Guillaume Cyr, Gita Miller, Suzanne Clément, Guy Nadon and Jamie Lee Curtis.

Credits: Created by Brian Donovan and Ed Herro. An Amazon Prime release.

Running time: 6 episodes @ 30 minutes each

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