Movie Review: Millennials try to buy-in or opt-out of the “American Meltdown”

“American Meltdown” is a comic buddy picture that taps into the deep well of Millennial angst and grievance about a “system” that is finally so broken it doesn’t work for them. At all.

Like a lot of fiction and op ed essays about the large and maligned generation, it’s very much in the eye of the viewer — this perception that these mid-20s to late30somethings are either the first to figure out American capitalism, culture and politics is “rigged,” or simply the first to considering giving up trying to fix it.

It’s an indie film that reminds us there’s talent out there that mainstream distributors haven’t embraced — in front of and behind the camera. And fittingly enough for the subject generation, “Meltdown” feels self-satisfied but incomplete, with a finale that plays like a pulled-punch.

Jacki Von Preysing makes her feature film debut as Olivia, an interior designer who learns she needs to take “90 days off” so that her scummy “blame the unions” (there are none) employer (Bella Shaw) can avoid paying her “full time” wages, with benefits, and on the same day comes home to see that her SoCal rental house has just been ransacked.

Broke, blamed for the break-in by the lazy, dismissive Millennial cop (Shaun Boylan) and her creeper corporate landlord (Clayton Farris), in a house she can’t afford since her inheritance baby beau (Christopher Mychael Watson) ditched her for “an influencer,” on a “background check” waitlist for a job driving for one of those predatory rideshare services, Olivia’s delusions of The American Dream are tattered.

She stumbles into this photographer under a pier on the beach, who snaps a picture that makes her look like someone’s who’s died, or just given up. Then shutterbug Marí (Nicolette Sweeney) chases Olivia down and returns the wallet “you dropped.” As it’s not the right wallet, and the right one and the wrong one, both in Marí’s possession, are empty of cash, Olivia needs to look past “super sketchy” apologies and see the pickpocket for who she really is.

Unlike Olivia, Marí has dropped off the capitalism hamster-wheel, living hand-to-mouth, off-the-grid and in a van in the desert. When she’s in town, prowling this or that beach or street scene, she “only” steals “from those who deserve it.”

As the cop IDs Olivia as “Bougie,” we understand Marí’s mistake. She thought Olivia had money and takes pity on her when she realizes otherwise. And “sketchy” or not, Olivia could use a little company right now — for binge drinking, and for companionship in the tony and now scary house Olivia is afraid to sleep in alone.

An unlikely friendship drifts towards “partnership” as the movie hints at a big crime to come. Olivia is interviewed by a detective (DeMorge Brown) in the aftermath of that event, viewed in flashbacks as the script reconstructs the nature of Olivia and Marí’s relationship.

Olivia is passive. Marí seeks revenge or some form of rough justice. Olivia despairs at her plight — calmly.

“What’s the use of being calm,” Marí’ wants to know” “ANGRY people get s–t done!”

The leads and supporting players are make believable characters out of one and all. But writer-director Andrew Adams leaves out connecting scenes that would make the abrupt shifts of setting and attitude less jarring.

Expressions of generational angst and rage register. But while some seem rational and justified, others come off as “Ok Boomer” cant from folks who deserve at least some of the “entitled,” impatient and (intellectually and physically) “lazy” labeling and abuse tossed at them by their elders.

No matter where your birthday falls on the generational dividing line, “American Meltdown” never quite shakes the “letdown” it seems destined to become.

Sharper contrasts in the character’s arcs were called for, maybe a few pickpocket and anarchist politics lessons from the van-dweller jarring Ms. Buys-in into questioning her faith in a system that either denies her dreams, or is to blame for her having those dreams in the first place.

Whatever its failings, “American Meltdown” should inspire others to tackle this subject at this point in time. Because as bad as things might seem to Millennials and those coming up after them, something tells the rest of us that these will soon be the “good old days” for those who don’t consciously work, shop, vote and fight to change the future they so despair of facing.

Rating: TV-16+ (profanity)

Cast: Jacki Von Preysing, Nicolette Sweeney, Shaun Boylan, Clayton Farris, DeMorge Brown and Bella Shaw.

Credits: Scripted and directed by Andrew Adams. An MPX release on Amazon Prime.

Running time: 1:22

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Damn. Snowed/Iced-in and no wifi — Let’s rewatch “The Duke”

“Winter Storm Blair,” the drama queens at The Weather Channel call it — Looking at you, Meryl Cantore.

Bad weather means no internet.  No screener links, no Netflix or Prime or 🍏 work.

And the Biden Administration’s “Build Back Better” bring rural America fibre optic cable/high speed internet initiative is just a mile or so from us as the snow falls. Maybe next week.

Dish TV it is, maybe a TCM classic later. But FXX just dropped “The French Dispatch” followed by Broadbent, Mirren and Goode in”The Duke.” An aging gadfly steals a painting in the classist ’60s UK. Liked it then, perfect day to watch it again.

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Movie Preview: David Wenham is a daft Serial Offender in Oz — “Spit”

We don’t see this side of Wenham, best known as the narrator/survivor of “300.”

A hapless , dim bulb Australian “fugitive” in and out of jail, in Dutch to the wrong Bruces for a ton of dough.

Not sure how “international” this release will be, but March 6, plop another silly on the barbie.

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Classic Film Review: Hopkins is “The Efficiency Expert,” but are Crowe, Collette and Mendelsohn getting the ax? (1991)

Three future stars from Down Under pop off the screen in “The Efficiency Expert,” a delicate, dated and yet timeless fish-out-of-water period piece set in Australia at the birth of the job-cutting “consultant” boom.

Toni Collette, impressive and emotional in a romantic supporting role here, would break out in “Muriel’s Wedding” three years later, and have the most impressive career of the three.

Russell Crowe shows off the blustery tough guy he’d become as a thin, dashing and vain villain in this wistful, sentimental comedy about a workforce that’s a “family.”

And Ben Mendelsohn, top billed among the three back then, would age and smoke his way out of the higher-voiced baby-faced youth he appears as here to play grand villains as a late bloomer, cranking up the evil in everything from the “Star Wars” universe to the “Marvel” one.

Director Mark Joffe’s movie — scripted by Max Dann and Andrew Knight — came out the same year as the all-star film adaptation of the downsizing dramedy play “Other People’s Money,” and reaches for some of the same emotional notes. Long before “Up in the Air,” the “Greed is Good” ’80s sent venerable and vulnerable companies around the world into cut-cutting/stock-price-boosting layoffs, which eventually launched a whole new industry — layoff “management.”

But before that, consultants were hired to show up at companies, look at the books and carry out “time and motion” studies of the workforce to bring “efficiency” to (mostly) manufacturing concerns.

That’s what Errol Wallace (Anthony Hopkins) and his partner Jerry (John Walton) do. They’re wrapping up such a consultancy with an Australian auto parts manufacturer, where big layoffs would make a union company more attractive to American buyers in the mid-60s.

Jerry’s an amoral “Someone’s always going to lose out” rationalizer. “The trick is to make sure it’s not us.”

But Errol, as brittle and blunt as he can be, is hitting the midlife pangs of guilt stage over what he does in his career. That next consultancy, at the Balls moccasin manufacturing concern in Spotswood, a working class suburb of Melbourne, just might put our cutthroat cost-cutter over the edge.

Sure, there’s “ineffeciency” everywhere. The women doing the shoe-stitching chat all day, even during their long group lunches in the cafeteria. The shipping department is a bunch of old-timers and trainees wasting time on personal calls and plotting their strategy for the big state slot-car racing grand prix they hope to win.

Old Man Ball (Alwyn Kurts, just twinkly enough) has relatives all over the payroll, and is bringing in his daughter (Rebecca Rigg) “for a while,” just until she can get her modeling career going.

That makes young inter-department runner Carey (Mendelsohn) and everry other male his age on the workforce breathless with lust. Does he stand a chance against the young sales exec Kim (Crowe)? And does that mean he’s no longer besties with his young stitcher-neighbor Wendy (Collette)?

But they all have something bigger to worry about when Errol Wallace rolls up. The smart ones are either alarmed, or conniving (Kim) to survive this doomed factory’s fate. But most of these lifers are happily oblivious.

“Crikey,” Wallace mutters (a Hopkins first). It’s “like visiting my grandather’s house, and finding it full of people!”

He enlists Carey as a stop-watch clicking “time and motion” measurer. And as the “other” deal Wallace’s consultancy has turns into protests and near-riots at the auto parts supplier, he finds himself at a crossroad. Can he do anything to “save” this company and the people in it from obsolescence?

A telling scene has another kid there get a co-worker to splash eye drops in his eyes, as another worker tells Wallace “He’s allergic to sheep skin,” the material they make their moccasins from.

“Why does he WORK here?”

Why, “It’s where his future is!”

It was wistful and melancholy to look back on the ’60s and the death of manufacturing from the early ’90s, when this film was released. “Efficiency Expert” can seem downright quaint today, with its dusty, anitquated factory, slacking-off workforce and the idea that “the future” could be a job for life that somebody might be guaranteed, or that anybody would want to stay with such a gig for more than a short stretch.

But Hopkins, on the cusp of his greatest decades as a star, gives us a hint of humanity peeking out from the callous “cost cutter.” Mendelsohn is adorable as a kid too naive to gracefully manage asking the owner’s daughter out, too dim to see what she’s really like and slow to catch on to the new “promotion” that has him in a coat and tie every day, and makes all his friends turn on him for turning them in as “inefficient.”

Crowe sets off sparks as the office bully. But Collette lets us see the great character actress she would become in a couple of simple moments of romantic heartbreak.

Among the several comedies of this subgenre from that era, “The Efficiency Expert” plays as the lightest, if not the most lightly delusional in a wish-fulfillment fantasy light. As Springsteen sang in the middle of the Reaganomics/”Wall Street” ’80s, “foreman says ‘These jobs are goin’, boys, and they ain’t comin’ back.”

The storytelling is, pardon the word, “efficient,” with just enough heart and “cute” to get by. The characters are archetypes, but realistic and functional ones. And how can we tell the difference between Errol and his partner Jerry? One drives a practical (if anachronistic) ’72 Rover. The other’s in a flashy Volvo P1800.

Tthe cute setting, quirky characters and a very good cast putting their best foot forward, young and old, to keep up with Hopkins make “The Efficiency Expert” a worthy outing in the “fish out of water” and “obsolete industry/workforce” genres.

It’s worth tracking down just for the chance to catch Crowe before his Oscar, Mendelsohn before he aged into the villains he’s grand at playing or Collette at her most winsome.

Rating: PG

Cast: Anthony Hopkins, Ben Mendelsohn, Toni Collette, Rebecca Rigg, Alwyn Kurts, John Walton, Bruno Lawrence and Russell Crowe

Credits: Directed by Mark Joffe, scripted Max Dann and Andrew Knight. A Miramax release on Tubi, Amazon, other streamers

Running time: 1:28

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BOX OFFICE: “Mufasa” finally wins a weekend, “Sonic” slides, “Nosferatu” becomes a horror blockbuster

New movies rarely roll out between Christmas and the second Friday in January, and so it is this year, with Jan. 10 (next weekend) serving up Oscar contenders and the first action pic of 2025.

But the holdover films in theaters are keeping the cineplexes busy.

“Mufasa,” the “Lion King” prequel, has been winning the weekday box office take ever since its holiday opening. But “Sonic the Hedgehog 3” had taken every three day weekend since its opening in late Dec.

That three week run is over, as the CGI animated “Mufasa” is on track to take the first moviegoing weekend of 2025 with a $24 million haul. “Sonic 3” may reach $21 million, based on Friday’s ticket sales.

“Sonic” is still $15-20 million ahead of Disney’s latest, closing in on a franchise-best $190 and almost sure to clear $200 million as is “Mufasa,” which is flirting with $170.

But again, the “news” as far as the box office goes, is about Robert Eggers’ “Nosferatu.” This old fashioned but gory, stately and production-designed-to-death scene-for-scene remake of a silent German vampyre film that ripped off Bram Stoker’s “Dracula” back in 1922 is on track to clear $13 million this weekend, closing in on $70 million, and seems almost certain to hit $100 million, especially if an Oscar nomination or two turns up. It should.

Those aren’t “It,” or going way back “Exorcist” numbers. But that’s a blockbuster by any standard, especially horror. The horror audience seemed to vanish for much of 2024. Give the fans a “classic,” with R-rated gore and a whiff of nudity, and they’ll show up.

“Moanu 2,” adding another $13 million to park it in fourth place. Or third, depending on Sat/Sunday. Neck and neck. It will have earned almost twice what “Mufasa” has, if “The Lion King” runs out of steam in mid January.

“Wicked” adds another $10 or so, and will be over the $450 million mark Sunday.

The Bob Dylan biopic “A Complete Unknown,” the best film showing nationwide, won’t crack the top five this weekend, but an $8-8.5 million take, pushing it towards $50 million, is nothing to whine-on-key about. Oscar nominations should give this one legs.

They’re popping champagne corks over at Searchlight Films over that.

“Babygirl” is finding the going tougher, but will pull in over $4.5 million.

“Gladiator II” winds down its top ten run with another $2.5.

“Homestead” didn’t cost much, but I’m guessing another $1.9, still under $20 million all-in, is red ink.

“The Fire Inside” deserved more of an audience, but it will be lucky to earn $10 million in theaters ($1.2, $7 million all-in).

As always, I’ll update these figures as more data comes in Sunday.

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Movie Review: A Locksmith lives to Regret Taking that One “Night Call”

I’m of two minds about that subgenre we call the hero/heroine with “particular skills” thriller.

The parade of Liam Neeson/Jason Statham/John Cena et al action pictures where this mobster, that rogue government or rogue government agency or creepy neighbor crosses this or that mild-mannered man or woman who turns out to be ex-CIA, a retired Marine, a former assassin or Navy SEAL has worn out its welcome.

Somebody effs around, somebody finds out they’ve “Taken” the wrong relative, crossed the wrong professional mayhem-maker. Yawn.

It’s always more interesting when somebody a lot more ordinary is tested by an extraordinary situation, and by people ostensibly a lot more capable of what Mr. or Ms. In Over Their Heads is attempting. “Three Days of the Condor” is the template for this sort of film. A more recent example is the snowplow operator tracking down and avenging himself on his son’s mob killers — “In Order of Disappearance.”

Throwing somebody with one “particular skill” that doesn’t include violence, criminal or espionage subterfuge or the like? As an exercise in screenwriting problem-solving that’s almost always a fun film to watch. That’s why I have high hopes for Rami Malek’s upcoming spring fling, “The Amateur.”

Let’s hope that’s as good as the lurid, violent and tight-as-a-drum Belgian thriller, “Night Call.” A young man (Jonathan Feltre) is tricked, trapped and life-or-death tested by one long night at work.

Mady is a student, we gather, and a native-born Belgian with a thing for Petula Clark ’60s pop — in French. His night gig is as a locksmith. On this one night, that job will get him into trouble despite his best efforts to avoid it. And his “particular skills” and the tools of his trade will come in handy just enough to make you mutter, “clever, clever boy” at the screen and what writer-diector Michiel Blanchart has cooked-up for his feature filmmaking debut.

Mady’s the guy you summon when you’ve locked yourself out of your car, business or flat in the wee hours. He’s professional, courteous and honest. No, the quoted price — 250 Euros — is all you owe.

He’s also careful. The young woman named Claire (Natacha Krief) summons him to a Brussels flat she’s locked out of. She doesn’t have the 250. It’s in her purse, in her flat. With her keys. No, that’s where her ID is, too. As she’s flirted, just a bit, and the streets all around them are consumed by Black Lives Matter protests because Black people die at the hands of white cops in Belgium, too, he takes her word for it.

Mady might be the last to figure out that her last lie, about “taking out the trash” (in French with English subtitles) and hitting the ATM downstairs, is her get-away. When she rings him up and warns him to “Get OUT of there” (in French with subtitles) he’s still slow on the uptake.

That’s when the apartment’s real resident, a musclehead with a punching bag and lots of Nazi paraphrenalia on the walls, shows up and tries to beat Mady to death. He fails.

But can a young Black man call the possibly racist cops about what’s happened and have them believe him? Maybe not. It’s when he’s trying to “clean” the scene of the “crime” that he’s nabbed, and his night of hell escalates into torture, threats and attempts to escape from the mobster (Romain Duris at his most sadistic) in pursuit of stolen loot and the “real” thief, the elusive but somehow conscience-stricken “Claire.”

As Hitchcock always said, “Good villains make good thrillers.” Duris, recently seen in the French “The Three Musketeers” and “The Animal Kingdom,” famous for “The Spanish Apartment” and “Chinese Puzzle,”, is the classic thriller “reasonable man” heavy.

“Either you become a friend, or a problem,” his Yannick purrs, in between pulling the garbage bag off the suffocating kids’ head, only to wrap Mady’s face in duct tape, a more creative bit of asphyxiation.

The spice that Blanchart seasons his thriller with is the backdrop — street protests, with Black protesters furious that Mady isn’t joining them and riot police pummeling and arresting every Black face in sight. That’s jarringly contrasted by the oasis-of-calm subway and unconcerned discos where Mady chases clues and Claire.

A getaway on a stolen bicycle, dashing through streets and down into a subway station, suspense via frantic escapes, frantic bits of outwitting or outfighting crooks and cops, a decent confrontation with the not-cute-enough-to-excuse-all-this Claire and a satisfying “ticking clock” finale?

That’s what makes a good thriller. And if those “particular skills” show up here and there, at least we know Mady’s learned something on a job that if he lives to finish school, won’t be his career.

Rating: unrated, graphic violence, sex scenes in a brothel

Cast: Jonathan Feltre, Natacha Krief, Jonas Bloquet, Thomas Mustin and Romain Duris.

Credits: Scripted and directed by Michiel Blanchart. A Magnet release.

Running time: 1:37

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Netflixable? A cuppa “Wallace & Gromit: Vengeance Most Fowl,” if you please

Well cor blimey and “butter me crumpets,” Wallace & Gromit are back.

Britain’s most adorable exports since the Minis — the Cooper and the Skirt — are back for another twee stop-motion animated farce that reminds us of how much we’ve missed them.

“Wallace & Gromit: Vengeance Most Fowl” sees our keep-calm-and-keep-inventing duo still snug and comfy in their Wallace & Gromit “Escape to the Country” small town living. But doggoned if the Foe that Made Them Famous — the disguised pengiun known as Feathers McGraw — isn’t ready to escape prison and finish the heist that began back in “The Wrong Trousers,” nearly 30 years ago.

And this time, he’ll pin his “blue diamond” theft on hapless Wallace and his always-underestimated “best pal,” Gromit.

Wallace’s latest invention is a help-around-the-home digital garden gnome, a “smart gnome” who can “tidy up” your garden, clean your house, make your tea and do your knitting, all chores those pottering Brits are famous for loving to do the old fashioned way.

“Norbot” (voiced by Reese Shearsmith) is a persistent, quick-learning bot who just might be Wallace’s first lucrative invention ever. He’ll program the robot to make more Norbots and hire them out as handy-gnomes.

“The more Norbots, the merrier,” the broke Wallace crows. “What could possibly go wrong?”

The dog knows. The dog always knows.

Feathers McGraw, doing hard time (for an Adelie penguin) in a local zoo, silently and expressionlessly cooks up a scheme to hijack the gnomes, bust out of “prison” and pin all sorts of crimes on Wallace, and by extension Gromit.

The late voice actor Peter Sallis died in 2017, and there really is no replacement for that daft, befuddled and ever-cheerful “blokety bloke” North Country accent he summoned for the screwball inventor who always has his biscuits saved by his clever boy dog. So longtime Wallace & Gromit filmmaker Nick Park got actor Ben Whitehead to come in and do his best Peter Sallis. It works.

But as amusing as Wallace’s sputtered reactions to their predicaments always are, as cute as the work song the singing gnomes compose might be — “We break our little backs, and never stop to have a brew ’cause we’ve got battery packs!” — it’s the parade of sight gags that sell these clay-animated comic jewels.

Gnome puns abound. Gromit’s mastered using his retractable leash as a grappling hook. Gadgets like Wallace’s ever-evolving “wake me up/bathe me/dress me/jelly me toast” conveyor belt/amusement park ride tickle.

To break Feathers out of the zoo, the gnomes DIY an escape submarine out of the sheds and contents of sheds from assorted English gardens. Naturally, they don’t forget to include a pipe organ. Every Brit villain should know how to play Bach’s Tocatta and Fugue in D Minor, even the penguins.

And what penguin escape would be complete without a nun’s habit as a disguise?

Chief Inspector MacIntosh (Peter Kay) now has a new trainee, Police Constable Mukhergee (Lauren Patel), one way these films have “evolved” over the decades. Aardman Animation has taken DEI lessons to heart, as this film looks like the clay-animated diverse Britain of today.

Granted, both MacIntosh and Mukherjee leap to the wrong conclusions about who the “bad’un” is here. MacIntosh is long enough in the tooth to still refer to the police as “Old Bill.” He’s distracted by dreams of a puttering retirement on his canal boat (“narrowboat”), which he’s named “Dun Nickin’.”

There are more grins than laughs in this outing, but Aardman addicts (myself included) will get a kick out of “The Night of the Hunter” and other film references, at the sight gags that land hard and the ones that just tickle.

It’s comforting to think there’ll always be an England, and even more comforting to hope that there’ll always be a Wallace and his Gromit “over there” to amuse us.

Rating: PG, kiddie slapstick, one very funny man-on-a-toilet gag

Cast: The voices of Ben Whitehead, Peter Kay, Lauren Patel, Reese Sheersmith, Lenny Henry, many others

Credits: Directed by Nick Park and Merlin Crossingham, scripted by Mark Burton and Nick Park. An Aardman Film for Netflix.

Running time: 1:22

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Movie Preview: Bad times on a Wisconsin farm — Can the Packers save it? “Green and Gold”

Irony is dead in “conservative” virtue signalling cinema like this Craig T. Nelson (Don’t get me started.) star vehicle.

Bank’s about to take his farm. Banker offers to bet on Green Bay’s lone tourist attraction to give him time, and it all comes down to a “miracle” season from that government hand-out stealing dick pic mailer Brett Favre.

Jan.31.

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Movie Preview: Kristen Stewart, Steven Yeun, after the apocalypse — “Love Me”

Can an ocean-monitoring buoy and a satellite find “love?” Via, we assume, their avatars?

This trippy, existential sci fi romance from the Zuchero Brothers comes out just before Valentine’s Day.

Jan. 31.

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Movie Preview: Griffin Dunne, James Norton, Rosanna Arquette and Richard Benjamin — “Ex Husbands”

Griffin Dunne plays winds up crashing a vacation bachelor party his sons are attending,

He’s splitting up from Rosanna A., his dad (Richard Benjamin) is splitting from his latest. And one of his sons (Norton) is breaking up.

Greenwich Entertainment is serving up Noah Pritzker’s dramedy right after Valentine’s Day (Feb. 19 release).

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