Movie Review: Zombie Apocalypse is the least of This Cali Hamlet’s problems — “Hemet, or the Landlady Don’t Drink Tea”

The line between a “Z-movie,” a “zero stars” on the one-to-four-star scale, and a very bad one-star C or B movie usually comes down to intent.

Did they set out to make a film this awful? Was their motivation or agenda twisted? Or was this simply the best they could manage?

“Hemet, or the Landlady Don’t Drink Tea” is a comical abortion, an ever-misfiring farce built around the landlady from hell and how she abuses her tenants in the middle of a “bit off his leg” zombie apocalypse.

Liz, played by screenwriter Brian Patrick Butler in less-than-Rupaul-flattering drag, is a bully with an apartment complex, a mean old lady who figures she’s holding all the cards in tiny Hemet, California, now that the zombies are an ongoing menace.

Toe her line, accept her abuse and her ever-changing rules, rent-rates and privileges, and she’ll just insult you. “Resist the autocracy” she’s set up, with the sheriff (Randy Davison) and his minions at the property owner’s beck and call, and “You’re evicted” might be the least of your problems.

Tenants range from waitress Rosie (Kimberly Weinberger) to “tree hugging, Burning Man-loving, Chewbacca looking” “hippie” Howie (Pierce Wallace), with put-upon Black renter Martin (Merrick McCartha) a near bystander and mouthie “bath salts” wingnut Gary (Matthew Rhodes) the quickest to string together perjoratives to label the others.

One thing they might all agree on is that abusive landlady liz “is just beggin’ to be made into a lampshade.”

Liz? You don’t scare her. You don’t impress her. You can’t “change” her.

“Peace and love, buttcracks! Catch you on the flip!”

That’s the way screenwriter Butler treats dialogue — dopey patter consisting of run-on word-salad sentences fired-off for comic effect. The more alliteration, the better.

Cops are “criminal killing clutch-cannons,” zombies are “’28 Days Later’ maniacs.”

Rants about the cost of living in California, hippies protesting for “zombie rights” and the “genocidal maniac” who just bullied his way into a “third term” in the White House are pretty much the only entertainment value here.

The novelty of Butler’s drag performance wears off quickly. The amateurism of most of the players would have been more forgivable with a script that showed a bit more wit or, you know, effort.

But all Butler, director Tony Olmos and the rest of the cast and crew were shooting for is a cultish comedy with a few laughs, undercooked politics and undigested zombie victims. There’s no arc to the story and little that you’d call funny or ambitious or politically pointed.

“So bad it’s good” is a tricky target to hit. The fact that they missed the mark, and not by a narrow margin, isn’t a cardinal sin. It’s just the best argument for giving this one star, and not “zero” stars.

Rating: TV-MA, violence, sex, profanity

Cast: Kimberly Weinberger, Merrick McCartha, Aimee La Joie, Pierce Wallace, Matthew Rhodes, Nick Young, Randy Davison and Brian Patrick Butler as Liz Topham Myrtle.

Credits: Directed by Tony Olmos, scripted by Brian Patrick Butler. Bayview Entertainment release.

Running time: 1:29

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Netflixable? Ex-cop Scrambles Up and Down and all around Paris “Ad Vitam”

The Latin title “Ad Vitam” doesn’t translate to “over the top,” which might be the biggest letdown in this brisk — once it gets going — French action picture.

A star vehicle conceived by Gullaume Canet, (“All Time High”), a star since “Tell No One” and “Love Me if You Dare” came out twenty years ago, it’s designed to show off his own fitness and dazzling stunt work as an ex-cop is chased up and down and all around Paris, through Versailles — and over it.

Franck is the son of a climber, whose “Ad Vitam” (for life) dictum he’s lived by, and which explains why we meet him hanging from ropes over Basilique du Sacré-Cœur on Montmatre when we meet him. He and a team are dangling and rappelling up and down one of the great landmarks of Paris, inspecting and documenting structural cracks and the like.

When Franck almost meets with an accident that isn’t an accident, he chases down the goon who tampered with his lines. The villain is rescued by one of those big, omnipresent Mercedes vans that all the best bad guys — in or out of government — motor about Europe in. Franck knows what’s up.

His very pregnant wife, Leo (Stéphane Caillard of “The Take” and “Get In”) has an idea of what’s going on. They come home to a ransacked apartment. It’s the second ransacking in the past few weeks. He used to be a cop. What’s he got that “they” want?

Because Leo used to be with the elite GIGN (tactical) unit herself. She knows Franck was sacked and that the reasons for it eat at him. He’s got something he hides on the roof of their apartment building, accessible only through their window, climbing up a gutter and clambering between chimneys. It’s a “key.”

When one last ransacking by ninja-clad commandoes with masks, police armbands and a relentlessly vicious leader (Johan Heldenbergh, terrifically vile) ends with Leo kidnapped and Franck facing an ultimatum, he’s in a mad dash to recruit ex-comrades in arms (Nassim Lyes), dodge the police who believe he’s committed a murder and fend off the “bad” agents who want that damned key.

Cameraman turned director Rodolphe Lauga — he shot “The Transporter” TV series — is saddled with a cumbersome script that stops the picture cold as we’re treated to an ineptly-long, montage-filled flashback about how Franck met Leo — at the Academy — their training, early assignments and obvious attraction.

Eventually, we know, they’ll get around to what this “key” is hiding. But Lauga and Canet, co-writers of the screenplay, take a movie-numbing long time to show us that.

They atone for that with a fight/trick/chase/shoot-out finale that has to be seen to be believed. Franck’s got mad parkour and climbing skills. But that’s not all he’ll show off trying to save his two-fisted wife, his life and his reputation.

“Ad Vitam” is competently shot and cut and works well enough for long enough stretches to recommend. But equally long stretches of training and graduation and karaoke celebrating kill its momentum.

And that chase at the end is like “Mission: Impossible” played for laughs. I mean, I love sight seeing over and around Paris as much as the next guy, but come on.

Rating: TV-MA, graphic violence, profanity

Cast: Guillaume Canet, Stéphane Caillard, Alexis Manenti, Zita Hanrot, Nassim Lyes and Johan Heldenbergh

Credits: Directed by Rodolphe Lauga, scripted by Guillaume Canet, David Corona and Rodolphe Lauga. A Netflix release.

Running time: 1:38

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Movie Preview: DeNiro sits down with DeNiro, two mobsters, “The Alto Knights”

Bobby D. as Vito Genovese? And Frank Costello? In the same film?

Bada BING.

Debra Messing, Michael Rispoli and Cosmo Jarvis are in this Barry Levinson film, scripted by the veteran NYC crime reporter turned screenwriter Nicholas Pileggi, who scripted “Goodfellas, “Casino” and “City Hall.”

March 21.

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Movie Preview: What terror awaits from “The Woman in the Yard?”

The milieu is what’s most novel about this March 28 Blumhouse horror release.

Rural, Southern, African American terror remembered in a child’s cryptic rhyme. The trailer is cut in ways sure to raise a hair or two on the back of your neck.

Danielle Deadwyer and Russell Hornsby star in this one.

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Movie Review: Teen Temptress, Femme Fatale, or Victim? “Nahir”

“Nahir,” a brooding, glamourized and sexed-up account of a notorious Argentine murder case, is a mystery thriller that aims for engrossing and immersive that never falls short of quite watchable along the way.

Screenwriter Sofia Wilhelmi and director Hernán Gu

erschuny take great pains — with flashbacks and flashbacks within flashbacks — to show us several versions of the title character’s account of what happened the fateful night in which she allegedly killed her allegedly abusive lover.

We’re treated to backstory which dissects the aloof and mysterious teen beauty who either planned a crime of lover’s revenge, carried it out and took some pains to cover up her involvement, or didn’t. Not in the ways the earliest versions of her account of that fateful night played out, anyway.

Valentina Zenera plays Nahir as a vain beauty confident in her allure, even at her (seen in a flashback) quinceañera. Nahir dreams of riding the premiere float at Gualeguaychú’s famed carnival parade and riding that to fame as a model.

Not that she says much of this out loud. Nahir is depicted as inscrutable, controlled and controlling. All the boys fancy her and no one gets more of her attention, and manipulation, than 20 year-old Federico (Simon Hempe).

Nahir says they’re broken up. Then they’re together. As the narrative jumps back and forth from “before the crime” (in Spanish with English subtitles) to “after the crime,” we see both their torrid affair — “torrid” at least in his eyes — and her “No, we weren’t dating” way of describing it to her friends and eventually to the cops.

Because one night, Federico rides his motorbike to his doom.

We see how Nahir takes the “news” of his death. “Poker-faced” barely does that reaction justice. We watch the early questioning, the tear she tries to summon up or fake with a tissue.

And we learn that Nahir’s adored and adoring Dad (César Bordón) is a pistol-packing police officer. If there’s one thing that’s become accepted wisdom the world over in recent years, it’s the idea that police in most any country all consider themselves experts in one thing — knowing what they can get away with, and how.

When Dad says “I’ll get you out of here…I’m working on it. You’ll be home by New Year’s,” Nahir believes it. Is it because of what she knows, or what she knows that he knows?

As we see Nahir’s (perhaps) ex-beauty queen mother (Mónica Antonópulos) primp and prep her for a pageant and for a TV prison interview, we pick up on the dynamic of the household and the narcissism of our heroine.

“No crying,” Mom insists before her interrogation. Or did she? Federico’s come-ons are punctuated with a macho “I get anything I want.” Dad wasn’t shy about showing his pistol to would-be stalkers who stare at Nahir in crowds. His icy “princesa” never betrays any emotion at any of this.

The court case reveals more than just the lovers’ exchanged “love of my life” texts. Protesters demand “justice” for Federico, but witnesses paint a more complicated picture of their on-and-off romance. And as her situation isn’t quickly resolved — one way or the other — and her “story” changes, we wonder what really happened.

I like the way the story’s jumps backwards and forwards in time to wrongfoot the viewer. We’re given just enough information to decide on guilt or innocence, and then new information is brought to light. Think again.

Now on Amazon Prime, “Nahir” was longer when it played in Argentina, and reviews of this “true” story there weren’t the best. Perhaps it’s tighter, as the Prime cut of the film is 14 minutes shorter. Or perhaps Argentines are more invested in the story and uninterested in the doubts “Nahir” suggests.

Zenere, underplaying in ways that hint at the character’s similarities to Amanda Knox — accused because she underreacts to news of a murder — makes her character believably guilty or possibly innocent. And whatever verdict, she ensures the narcissistic Nahir is never seen with a hair out of place or eye shadow and earrings that aren’t perfectly matched, even behind bars.

Rating: TV-16, violence, sex, profanity

Cast: Valentina Zenere, Simon Hempe, Mónica Antonópulos and César Bordón

Credits: Directed by Hernán Guerschuny, scripted by Sofia Wilhelmi. An MGM release on Amazon Prime.

Running time: 1:48

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Classic Film Review: Accept no Substititute for this Suspsense Masterpiece — “The Wages of Fear” (1953)

Stanley Kubrick was among the most famous filmmakers to assert that if you can’t tell what’s happening in a film — the emotions and motivations of the characters and the point of it all — with the sound turned off, that film and filmmaker have failed.

“The Wages of Fear,” Henri-Georges Clouzot’s masterful thriller about desperate men taking on a desperate job, is a case in point.

A tale from the edge of civilization about the sort of men trapped there, of Big Oil (American) imperialism and how cheap life is to them, it remains a study in nail-biting suspense over 70 years since its mid-1950s release.

The fact that it’s in French, Spanish, Italian, a little German and English suggests it is the images, the archetypes and cinematic semiotics that will tell this story. With or without subtitles — a restored print that the streamer Tubi is offering now has none — the archetypal casting, washed-out and desolate black and white cinematography (by Armand Thiraud) and pulse-pounding editing by Madeleine Gug, Etiennette Muse and Henri Rust underscore the international image language that cinema was always meant to be.

Yves Montand stars as Mario, a French dead-ender in remote Las Piedras (The Stones), South America, a dusty, dry and mountainous land we assume is Venezuela. Or Bolivia or Peru. Las Piedras is a two-street/one airstrip village that was changed when an oil refinery was built at the end of the pipeline there.

“Wherever there’s oil, there’s Americans.” Mario growls.

None of the many men from many nations trapped there has the money to fly out, but Mario clings to his Old World dash, no matter how soiled his suit, and his memories of Paris and fierce desire to return. He keeps his “lucky” Metro (subway) ticket as a talisman, hoping he’ll get to ride that again.

The arrival of a bribing tough, Jo (Charles Vanel, who first appeared on screen in 1912) gives Mario somebody new to hang with among the Brits, Americans, locals, and the Nazi salt mines survivor Bimba (Peter van Eyck) and the jolly Italian baker Luigi (Folco Lulli) who lounge aroung Pepito’s store and cantina.

Linda (Véra Clouzot, the director’s wife) is the star attraction there. The beautiful waitress and scullery maid only has eyes for Mario.

A deadly blowout and fire at a Southern Oil Co. well 300 miles away kills many, but as the cynical local SOC rep (William Tubbs) sees it, it creates opporunity for the locals, especially the Euro-drifters. O’Brien promises to “manage” the locals and the press with a “blame the victims” strategy. And he’ll get that well fire out on the cheap, loading two trucks with unstable nitroglycerin and paying $2000 a man to the four men who will slowly drive it cross country 300 miles in 24 hours.

A cursory driver’s test/contest puts Jo and Mario and Bimba and Luigi behind the wheels of two hulking five ton trucks. As they putter along at 6, 7, 10 or recklessly as much as 40 miles per hour, facing engine trouble, extreme terrain, road blockages and the like, we’ll soon find out who’s really tough, really clever at working problems out on the fly, and who isn’t.

Like “Sorcerer,” its most famous remake (Netflix attempted a more modern one last year), the original film, based on a novel by Georges Arnaud, takes its sweet time establishing the “Treasure of Sierra Madre” milieu and the rough, characters trapped there. William Friedkin went to all the trouble to showing us “how” his drivers ended up at the (jungle) ass-end of the world, with “Sorcerer” backstories showing crimes that put the lot of them on the lam.

Clouzot lets his casting — the dashing singer just-then-turning-actor Montand, crusty Vanel, van Eyck suggesting to 1950s audiences that there were “good Germans” and Lulli’s sad, equally desperate gregariousness — do that for him.

I loved the jungle quest nature of “Sorcerer,” with that locale setting up its iconic rope-bridge-in-the-rain sequence. But Clouzot’s dusty, sunbleached South America (the South of France, actually) could be just as challenging. Rear projection shots of the driving aside, the actors make us feel the tension, the seething resentments and the greed they experience behind the wheel, or fleeing from the truck when their nerves get the better of them.

Mario freaks out over Jo’s temerity behind the wheel and puts his own foot on the gas pedal. Luigi seems like an Italian pushover until we see him in a tight spot. And there are plenty of those, with frequent reminders that nitroglycerin was never something you wanted to shake in liquid form.

This film’s lore includes the leading men getting very sick from the work conditions of the set, and American censorhip when “Wages” was released in the U.S. Nobody in official Eisenhower Era 1950s America wanted union-busting, life-wasting greed in the form of Big Oil and its most devoted minions depicted on screen.

But we’d miss that today if Clouzot hadn’t gone out and told us what’s now accepted fact. There are companies that will do anything for a buck, including figuring out how many people they can afford to kill before it impacts their stock price. It isn’t just oil companies operating that cynically.

“The Wages of Fear” feels both quaintly “period” and bluntly modern, which is one reason it’s THE bucket list film for action cinema fans. This is a classic that reminds us of the compromises we all make, and the math we’re all capable of when we’re desperate enough.

That’s universal, something anybody speaking any language can see and understand, with or without subtitles, with or without admitting it to themselves.

star

Rating: TV-14, violence, nudity, profanity, smoking

Cast: Yves Montand, Charles Vanel, Folco Lulli, William Tubbs, Véra Clouzot, Dario Moreno and Peter van Eyck.

Credits: Directed by Henri-Georges Clouzot, scripted by Henri-Georges Clouzot and Jérôme Géronimi, based on a novel by Georges Arnaud. A Cinédis releasee on Tubi.

Running time: 2:29 or 2:35

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Movie Review: Wild West Dinklage chases Juliette Lewis into “The Thicket”

“The Thicket” is a Western built on archetyepal characters pursuing one another through a forbidding and unforgiving archetypal Western landscape.

It’s a wintry fin de siècle “manhunt” for a young woman, and another woman gang-leader named Cut Throat Bill who kidnapped her. “Thicket” is a new, modest-budget indie film version of “The Searchers,” “Big Jake,” “The Missing,” and any other saga about men (and women) on horseback hunting others who have taken hostages.

The violence, the beautifully forbidding Alberta winterscapes and the presence of Peter Dinklage, Juliette Lewis, Leslie Grace and Arliss Howard recommend this generic horse opera. But archetypes clanging up against the cornball indulgences — missteps taken in dozens of similar films — kind of undo it.

We’re treated to a bloody inciting incident at a ferry across an icy river, a fight in a brothel to rescue a woman (Grace) sex-trafficked into working there, a stand-off at a fur trading post/saloon and a shootout at a snowbound cabin in the woods. But we roll our eyes over coincidences, worn out tropes of the genre and the way characters — even unschooled ones — quote the Bible, Shakespeare and Latin to each other for effect.

It’s the early 20th century, and a remote farm has lost its parents to “the smallpox.” Young Lula (Esme Creed-Mills) and older brother Jack (Levon Hawke) bury them, and wait for grandpa (Guy Sprung) to show up, burn the place down to disinfect it and take them to another relative.

They never make it. A motorbiking madwoman in leather helmet, goggles and furs has rounded up her gang. Scarred, “ugly” and quick to anger, Cut Throat Bill (Lewis) threatens one and all at that ferry with “You afraid of me?”

Taking a shot at her doesn’t help. Grandpa’s entirely too old to save his “We don’t want no trouble” for AFTER taking that shot and adding a scar to Bill’s collection.

The wipeout that follows leaves Jack staggering back to consciousness only to realize Lula’s been taken.

At a nearly lawless nearby town, “Jones” (Dinklage) and Eustace (Gbenga Akinnagbe) are scraping together a living by burying shooting victims. Not paying them is just the start of the trouble for the alderman (Ryan Robbins) who taunts and threatens the diminutive Jones.

“Ain’t exactly a fair fight there, stubs!”

Jones and Eustace are soon on the run themselves when Jack talks them into tracking down Bill for the bounty on her head so that he can free his sister. “Searchers” style warnings that Lula is already “probably not the sister you remember” suggest her fate — raped, kept as Bill’s lover for a bit, etc. — don’t deter Jack.

So the hunt is on.

But alderman Bailey (Robbins) deputizing sibling goons (James Hetfield of Metallica plays one) to hunt down Jones and Eustace for what they did to him when he thought he’d get away with a few “midget” jokes and cheating them out of their money. The hunters are themselves hunted.

Chris Kelley’s script, based on a novel by Joe R. Lansdale, serves up a few “End of the West” touches — the motorbike we see the masked Bill ride in on, the motorized wagon Jones and Eustace cross the Northern West in, without a Sheetz or other filling station in sight.

But the idea here, as in “Big Jake” and in the “Yellowstone” prequel series “1923,” is to remind us how lawless and violent the region could still be, even after it was settled, tamed and Henry Ford, Thomas Edison and Alexander Graham Bell “modernized” it.

This picture seems a bit out of its time. The weather-worn churches and villages too tiny for the railroad to bother with are terrific details. But the “smallpox” could have been later-arriving Spanish Flu, and certain other touches might have made all this tie together better and seem more firmly of its day.

Characters behave rashly, often in ways that defy their self-interest. Jones turns out to be a man with a colorful past and “particular skills.”

Lewis leans into the scars and the life that gave them to her character, making her a worthy foe.

“Yewww thank I’m purty, don’t ye?”

The charismatic Dinklage ably plays a new version of the cynical, cool and confident rider of the range.

At one point, these two antagonists meet and drink and compare notes on how society treats the “ugly” and the “short.” That scene has solid acting and a little emotional heft. But like more than a few other turns, it makes little sense logically and narratively.

Like Tarantino’s “The Hateful Eight,” director Elliott Lester, cast and crew have some stunning snowbound settings, a smattering of hard-boiled Western prose, some tough guy/tougher broad stand-offs and a lot of shooting.

Nice try and all that. But there’s just too much that hobbles this horse opera to let it gracefully unfold and canter off into the snowy sunset.

Rating: R, graphic violence, rape, profanity

Cast: Peter Dinklage, Juliette Lewis, Levon Hawke, Esme Creed-Mills,
Gbenga Akinnagbe, Leslie Grace, James Hetfield and Arliss Howard.

Credits: Directed by Elliott Lester, scripted by Chris Kelley, based on a book by Joe. R. Lansdale. A Tubi release.

Running time: 1:45

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Movie Preview: A “Cupid Killer” thriller for Valentine’s Day — “Heart Eyes”

Producers associated with the “Scream” franchise are behind this surviving Valentine’s Day/surviving a serial killer thriller.

Jordana Brewster stars. Olivia Holt is another “name” in it. Devon Sawa and Mason Gooding also star.

Those “producers,” the screenwriters and actor turned director Josh Ruben (“Werewolves Within” are going for frights, grisly murders and laughs with it.

Seeing as how Hollywood has all but given up on romantic comedies — Sydney Sweeney excepted — this must have been a very cunning pitch.

Let’s get those young horror couples out and into seats with a masked murderer stalking young lovers around V-Day.

They’re releasing it Feb. 7, but Feb. 14 is DATE NIGHT AT THE MOVIES, Y’ALL!

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A Snow Day is always a movie day, but not to a Cocker Spaniel

A Cocker never forgets her first snowfall.

“Tell me more about this ‘Iditarod’ of your Alaska days, Dad. Where do I sign up?”

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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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