Movie Review: A Spanish feminist fights sexism and fascism — “The Red Virgin (La virgen roja)”

Groomed for greatness, a writing, philosophizing prodigy by her teens and a young woman nearly 100 years ahead of her time, Hildegart Rodríguez Carballeira was long a forgotten heroine of the Spanish Civil War.

That’s how “history” is erased by the reactionary and the fascist, and their unholy accomplices.

But this revolutionary teen comes back to life in “The Red Virgin,” an ambitious Spanish Civil War era biopic from director Paula Ortiz (“Teresa” was hers).

The film details how Hildegart’s dogmatic, domineering mother Aurora (Najwa Nimri of “Money Heist”) plotted and planned her own immaculate conception, a baby who would be “all mine,” with no father ever entering the picture. Aurora got pregnant by a hand-picked priest, because she knew he would never go public with his paternity.

Aurora voice-over narrates (in Spanish or dubbed into English) the story’s long prologue, how she would create “the woman of the future.” A true believer in eugenics, she “selected” her baby daddy based on intelligence. She would groom a child to become a feminist icon and bring Spain out of the Dark Ages its mostly illiterate female population had been sentenced to.

A woman of means, Aurora tutored young Hildegart personally so that she was speaking by eight months, reading by two and a “certified typist” by four.

The child was in college years early and a lawyer by 17. That’s when Hildegart — played by Alba Planas — set out to make her mark in essays, many of them book-length, about women’s plight, women’s role in society and the traditions, laws and Catholic practices of Spain and elsewhere that enslaved them.

Hildegart arrived as a published author, by coincidence, at the very moment Spain threw off the shackles of its creaky monarchy and the church that ruled through it.

“Spain is not Catholic any more!” read the placards in the streets as Hildegart and her mother make their way through the mobs to and from a publisher (Pepe Viyuela) who has to be browbeaten into accepting that Hildegart writes and thinks for herself.

But is Spain ready for “The Sexual Problem, as Explained by a Spanish Woman?”

Hildegart has been kept from the clutches of boys and men, and Mom’s gynecological lectures insist that they don’t “need” men.” But Hildegart’s publications gain her instant notoriety. “Bruja” (witch) is painted on the walls of their house, along with threats about what Spain has done to witches in the past.

Britain’s famous pioneering sexologist, Havelock Ellis, wants to meet her, as does sci-fi writer, “free love” advocate and proto-feminist H.G. Wells.

A young Spanish socialist (Patrick Criado) is inspired by her writing and begs her to speak at a party gathering. The film’s best scene has young Hildegart lecturing the all-male political party on its role in the continued repression of half the country’s population.

Her all-controlling mother only reluctantly relented to this, as she sees Hildegart as “a scholar, not a politician. We are above provocation.” But Hildegart uses her platform to plead for womens’ suffrage, legal abortion and equal financial rights. Her publisher can’t even write a check for her royalties to her mother because “no bank would cash” a check for a woman.

All of this is little-known history, and Ortiz, working from a script by Eduard Sola and Clara Roquet, does a good job of suggesting the heady days between the Spanish abdication and the Civil War, which began with fascists backed by an embattled, entrenched and reactionary Catholic Church attacking a Republic hastily remaking society and attacking the church as the biggest part of the problem.

Hildegart’s timing seems perfect. You’re remaking your whole society, why not have a neglected half of it represented in the new Spain?

Planas lets us see both manipulated attitudes and the intelligence and spine to state her own mind as Hildegart, a woman who stood up to men before she could stand up to her overbearing mother.

Nimri, a screen veteran whose Spanish cinema credits go back to “Sex and Lucia” and the global hit, “Open Your Eyes (Abre los ojos),” is fearsomely callous as mother Aurora, unapologetic in matters of dogma and ruthless in the ways she directs her daughter’s opinions, career and life.

“The Red Virgin” is a smart and timely tragedy, coming out as cultures around the world are either embracing equality or trying to roll back the clock on women’s rights.

Hildegart — her Wikipedia bio is here, but do yourself a favor and don’t read it until you’ve seen the film — makes a fascinating icon-you-never-knew to learn about and a blunt reminder of how long the inevitable march of progress can be delayed by sitting out the fight, or letting your mother decide whether or not you get to join the battle.

Rating: R, violence, sexual situations and discussion

Cast: Najwa Nimri, Alba Planas, Patrick Criado, Pepe Viyuela and
Aixa Villagrán

Credits: Directed by Paula Ortiz, scripted by Eduard Sola and Clara Roquet. An MGM release on Amazon Prime.

Running time: 1:55

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Movie Preview: Daisy Ridley and Clive Owen in a “Cleaner” movie whose title doesn’t mean what you think

I take it Daisy R. is a high rise window cleaner with “special skills?”

This isn’t “Cleaner” as used in a hit man sense? A “cleaner” who delivers a “Die Hard” response to invading robbers/terrorists?

Quiver has this one, co-starring Taz Skylar, set for Feb. release.

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Classic Film Review: Reckless Pilot Peck makes a WWII Trek across “The Purple Plain” (1954)

By the time he made “The Purple Plain,” Gregory Peck had already made a film that touched on the fear and emotional toll of air combat in World War II — 1949’s “Twelve O’Clock High.” But the text of that Henry King classic buried subtexts like those under patriotism, mission and “morale.”

“The Purple Plain,” coming out five years later and featuring the star of Hitchcock’s Freudian “Spellbound,” is a little more psychologically “evolved. The mental cost of combat wasn’t a subject the movies easily embraced, but by the ’60s, when Steve McQueen starred in “The War Lover” and “Lawrence of Arabia” swept the Oscars. Filmmakers and viewers had enough distance from the WWII to consider wrestle with more sophisticated dramas than the avalanche of action films set in combat zones.

Child actor turned Oscar-winning-editor (“Body and Soul”) turned-journeyman director Robert Parrish took cast and crew to Ceylon (Sri Lanka) for one of his best films, a study in post traumatic stress and an old fashioned “behind enemy lines” survival trek through Burma.

Peck stars as Bill Forrester, a Canadian-born Battle of Britain veteran now flying a Mosquito fighter-bomber heedless of the extra risks he’s taking. When we meet him, he gets his navigator wounded by recklessly breaking formation to strafe and pound Japanese anti-aircraft batteries.

It’s 1945, and while the slow slog through Burma might not give those doing the fighting this sense, much of the world could see World War II was nearly over. Forrester doesn’t care. He’s driven to fly by day, given to night terrors, awakening to imaginary air raids when he sleeps.

“Gone round the bend,” the Brits around him say. A flashback tells us he never got over losing his wife in a London air raid during The Blitz.

“I didn’t want to go on living. You’d think that would be easy enough in war but it didn’t work. I wanted to die but I got medals instead.”

Future James Bond boss Bernard Lee plays the unit doctor charged with doing a “medical evaluation” that doesn’t look like one. His non-flying tent-mate (Maurice Denham) thinks the lack of something or someone to look forward to is driving Forrester’s behavior. The doc figures dragging Forrester to the Christian mission for Burmese refugees will teach him a thing or two.

Victims of the war, uprooted by the Japanese, the natives are resilient. They have trauma, too, as evidenced by their panic that an air raid means the Japanese are advancing back over this reconquered ground. But a pretty young woman (Win Min Than) simplifies the human need to persevere after tragedy for Forrester.

“Here we bury the dead in the earth not in our hearts.” 

Forrester allows himself to feel something, even if he can’t shake the bullying cynicism that has him lashing out at subordinates who get to “ship out” when he’s manic to keep taking deadly risks, flying and fighting.

It’s a “milk run” mission, flying to break-in his new navigator (Lyndon Brook) while delivering tentmate Blore to a new assignment that leads to a crash and their fight to survive in an arid corner of the country, far from water, food and friendly forces.

Forrester keeps making impulsive command decisions about two of the survivors dragging their wounded comrade for days and days to safety. Their quest will give him cause to reflect on that decision, what motivates him now, and whether or not he’s made the sane, rational, survivable choice.

Peck’s performances often have a stoic reserve to them that was not to every taste. But he rarely played “dumb” for a reason. We see wheels turning in most every performance, even when he’s playing characters out of their depth or outside of his persona’s comfort zone.

He’s giving us a lower-rank variation of the same testy bomber group leader he played in “Twelve O’Clock High,” a character of vulnerabilities and easy-to-read psychosis.

Peck made this movie to dodge U.S. taxes. But his vulnerably heroic turn here is empathetic and layered, making it worthwhile as he plunged into his peak decade a screen star.

There’s a hint of the patronizing side of racism in the “Onward Christian Soldiers” singing refugees mission director (Brenda de Banzie), tempered by Scottish good intentions and charity. The enemy here is unseen, and Forrester’s “courtship” of a native woman is understated to an almost timidly genteel degree.

Parrish’s direction is spare and unfussy, making the most of the exotic location and the combat setting (real Mosquitoes do most of the flying). Geoffrey Unsworth’s cinematography is pretty enough, but only giving the barest hint of the Oscar-winning giant of his field he would be become. “Becket” to “2001” to “Cabaret” to “Superman” to a final Oscar for Polanski’s lavish ’81 period piece “Tess,” he was one of the best ever.

“The Purple Plain” was a decent hit in the U.K., and somewhat forgotten stateside. But producer J. Arthur Rank went to school on this Ceylonese shoot. He was encouraged enough by the striking location and Ceylon’s film-friendliness that he’d send David Lean there to film a WWII masterpiece, “The Bridge on the River Kwai.”

As with his ambitious all-star Caribbean drama, “Fire Down Below,” Parrish found himself filming a test run in a challenging place for a producer (James Bond-backer “Cubby” Broccoli on “Fire”) who would make his real mark with better pictures in that same now-proven location in the future.

At least “The Purple Plain” holds up well, a solid genre picture with a more enlightened take on the cost of combat for those who fought it than most WWII films could manage back then.

Rating: approved, TV-PG, combat violence

Cast: Gregory Peck, Win Min Than, Brenda de Banzie, Maurice Denham, Lyndon Brook and Bernard Lee.

Credits: Directed by Robert Parrish, scripted by Eric Ambler, based on an H.E. Bates novel. A J. Arthur Rank Org. release on Tubi, other streamers

Running time: 1:40

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Movie Review: Once more to Middle Earth, before “The Lord of the Rings,” “The War of the Rohirrim”

“The Lord of the Rings: The War of the Rohirrim” is a dull placeholder pic rolled out by Warner Animation to keep the company’s intellectual property rights to J.R.R. Tolkien’s Middle Earth current in the public’s mind.

Streaming series aside, it’s been years since Peter Jackson turned over his entire career to Gollum, Gandalf, Galadriel and the gang. So why not a fresh animated addition to the canon, a prequel to the books and films built out of asides, references and footnotes from Tolkien’s fertile efforts to flesh out this simulated ancient history of an ever-so-English fantasy?

Kenji Kamiyama, a veteran of Japanimation — Japanese animated TV series such as “Ghost in the Shell,” “Ultraman” and “Blade Runner: Black Lotus” — was commissioned to turn in a modest-budgeted ($30 million?), colorful and striking but somewhat under-animated visit to this universe.

The ancient lands of Gondor and Rohan have long struggled to get along, and to force themselves to come to each other’s aid in crisis. The alliance has been tested since even more ancient times, Tolkien wrote. Here’s an earlier clash.

A few familiar voices from the Jackson films — Miranda Otto, the late Christopher Lee (wizards really are immortal), Billy Boyd and Dominic Monaghan — turn up, sometimes as the long-lived characters they played in the many “Rings” and “Hobbit” films.

The action starts out brisk.

But I have to say, the sizzle has gone out of this series of projects. As someone who used to drive cross-country listening to CDs of BBC/NPR series based on Tolkien, who recorded for broadcast a friend’s symphonic poem based on “The Silmarillion” and who is old enough to have seen the beautiful but abortive Ralph Bakshi attempt to animate “The Lord of the Rings” for the big screen, most of what’s come along of late has left me cold.

And a deritive, character-cluttered (in the Old Testament Tolkien style), exposition-heavy and voice-over narrated to death anime (ish) treatment of events ever-so-similar to all that transpired in “The Lord of the Rings” trilogy seems more cynical than inspired, more exhausted than fresh.

A couple of hundred years before a hobbit came upon “the one ring,” King Helm (Brian Cox) of the Rohirrim finds himself pressured to marry his princess daughter Hera (Gaia Wise) off to a prince of Gondor to ensure the security of his realm (Rohan).

But an opportunist at court, Lord Freca (Shaun Dooley) of the West Marches wants his lad Wulf (Luca Pasqualino) considered as a suitor, angling the family’s way to the throne. Princess Hera and Wulf used to play together as children. Maybe even “play house.”

That disagreement leads to a trial by combat that is the film’s first monumental let down. One combatant kills the other with a single punch.

Alliances crumble, schemes erupt and Rohan — its wooden palisaded strongholds and ancient stone fortresses — is threatened. The headstrong king won’t listen to nephews who beg him to “light the beacons, call for aid from Gondor.” And disasters strike.

There are kidnappings and cavalry charges, betrayals and battles, and giant sentient eagles, giant four-tusked war elephants and an even larger tentacled swamp monster figure in the proceedings.

None of it moved me, or moved the needle.

Once you get used to the anime style and color palette, beautifully rendering the ruins of ancient Gondor’s Isengard, scaling the icy peaks of winter in Middle Earth and the like, there’s little to grab hold of and embrace as visually “new” or “expanding the canon” or for that matter moving or entertaining. Comic relief characters aren’t funny, potential romances aren’t romantic and the action beats are jumpy and jerkily animated and not immersive at all.

“The Lord of the Rings” is classic fantasy literature, and there’s a richness to the detail and emotional connection with the characters that leaps from the page to whatever other medium this saga moves to.

But “The War of the Rohirrim” is narrated to death because it has to be, otherwise it would be impossible to follow. And it’s dull and simplistic as narrative, more of a “comic book” take on Tolkien than an actual adaptation of anything Tolkien would have allowed to be published.

Rating: PG-13, violence

Cast: The voices of Brian Cox, Gaia Wise, Lorraine Ashbourne, Benjamin Wainright, Bilal Hasna, Miranda Otto many others

Credits: Directed by Kenji Kamiyama, scripted by Jeffrey Addiss, Will Matthews, Phoebe Gittins and Arty Papageorgiou, based on the writings of J.R.R. Tolkien. A New Line/Warner Bros. release.

Running time: 2:14

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Movie Preview: A comedy about an attempted insurance claim killing — “Trigger Happy”

Not a name in the cast — Elsha Kim, Tyler Poelle, Zak Steiner et al. But the tone seems…relatable.

Jan. 14.

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Movie Review: Krap on a kracker? “Kraven the Hunter”

Aaron Taylor-Johnson gets gym-jacked one more time, Russell Crowe auditions for a future Ernest Hemingway at his burliest bio-pic and Alessadro Nivolla trots out the silliest supervillain voice since John Malkovich in “Rounders” for “Kraven the Hunter,” a misguided mess of a comic book adaptation.

As long as “Jonah Hex” is streaming somewhere, the phrase “Worst comic book movie ever” is retired. But this lifeless, perfunctory piffle, with some admittedly grand stuntwork and a whole lot of digital characters and critters, earns a piece of that label.

Worst. Origin story. Ever.

It’s about how an American-educated teen (Levi Miller), son of a shady, predatory Russian oligarch (Crowe, slingink a Stolichnaya vodka-ad accent, comrades) pays the price for daddy’s big game hunting obsession and ethos.

“Man ees ze only animal who should be dreaded!”

Learning “the joys of stalking” with the old man as they hunt a man-killing lion in Ghana, young Sergei is chewed up, and how, by the lion as he tries to protect his weak and meek brother Dmitri (Billy Barratt).

A tourist teen named Calypso (Diaana Babnicova) visiting her Ghanese conjure-woman relative intervenes with a Tarot (ish) card and a little magic potion to save the lad.

Sergei lives, and as he grows up to be a killer of killers, and poachers, he will be Kraven and Calypso will be a London lawyer fighting evil-doers through the courts and Dimi (Fred Hechinger) will be the same sniveling baby brother he always was, because he stayed behind with their cruel dad while Sergei Kravinoff went off the grid on family lands in Siberia, traveling hither and yon to foil foul play in progress.

We don’t see this “travel,” just a momentary hint of it. It’s one of the ways this J.C. Chandor (“All is Lost,” “Triple Frontier”) film seems downright half-assed. We don’t see anybody go from Turkey to Iceland to Wales or wherever else they filmed this. This makes the picture feel static.

Yes, once Johnson shows up the stunts turn spectacular and digitally-assisted as he heedlessly leaps, plunges and thrashes his way in a fresh effort to rescue his now-kidnapped brother. But the kid’s always been “good” at mocking Dad’s menacing voice. How do they manage that? They just dub Crowe’s growl into Hechinger’s mouth.

DeBose is not quite a bystander to the “plot,” such as it is, which involves a spurned partnership suitor (Nivola) who turns into an arch enemy and surgically-chemically enhanced monster, “Rhino” whose minions must be foiled and whose infallibility must be matched against the seemingly-indestructable Kraven.

Kraven tracks his quarry down. We don’t see this. We just hear variations of this exchange.

“How’d you find me?”

“I’m a hunter.

As if that’s enough. Well, he sniffs occasionally. Great nose for…perfume.

There’s little in the way of humor, although threatening Kraven with a taser is lame enough to be insulting.

“Not enough volts!

But the sniggering shades-of-Malkovich-in-“Rounders”voice veteran character player Nivola comes up with has to be my favorite light touch.

None of the above adds up to anything like a satisfying night out at the movies, with the “story” kind of jumping along between sequences that don’t really connect and the violence going so far as to have Kraven yank out a guy’s heart to throw and knock another bad guy down with.

“Kraven the Hunter’s” the empty hole where a real movie’s beating heart should have been.

Rating: R, bloody violence, profanity

Cast: Aaron Taylor-Johnson, Ariana DeBose, Fred Hechinger, Alessandro Nivola, Christopher Abbott and Russell Crowe

Credits: Directed by J.C. Chandor, scripted by Richard Wenk, Art Marcum and Matt Holloway, based on the Marvel comics. A Columbia Pictures release, in association with Marvel Entertainment.

Running time: 2:07

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Netflixable? A TSA agent is blackmailed into letting somebody’s “Carry-On” slide by

The “talking villain” is played by Jason Bateman. So as you might guess, he damned near talks us all to death.

The scenario is within the realm of possibilities, but juiced and dragged-out with so many eye-rolling “Hollywood” twists that it abandons that realm for “Oh come ON” laughs.

The hero, played by Taron Egerton, sprints through the bowels of LAX as if his life and the life of Ms. Out-of-his-league (Sofia Carson) depends on it. But we see “outs” that he might take, counter-measures he could end this whole unfolding disaster with, even in a state of panic.

The jovial, welcoming nature of TSA agents on a holiday weekend at one of America’s busiest airports is pure fantasy, even if the abusive travelers are on-the-nose accurate.

But at least the luggage inspection/x-ray line thriller “Carry-On” carries you along. It plays. Director Jaume Collet-Serra reminds us he handled the suspense of “The Commuter” and “Run All Night” well even as he never quite makes us forget the insufferable excess of “Jungle Cruise” and “Black Adam.”

“Rocket Man” Egerton is Ethan, a bored, clock-watching TSA agent who picks today of all days to try and please his airline operations wife (Carson) by stepping up and asking for more authority from his boss (Dean Norris).

But since it’s Christmas Eve, the “busiest travel day of the year,” that boss will let the never-makes-an-effort lump swap spots with a pal (Sinqua Walls) and “run the line,” monitoring the X-ray screen as passengers let him see through their luggage on their way in.

That would have to be the day when a mysterious blackmailer leaves an ear bud for Ethan, texts him to “put it in” and starts giving orders and making direct, pointed threats to Ethan and Nora if the TSA gatekeeper doesn’t do as he’s told.

“There’s people in control, and people who listen,” our venomous villain says. Ethan is the latter, and if he listens, Nora won’t die, he himself probably won’t die and something and someone that shouldn’t be on that particular plane will get through.

Our anonymous talker, working with the “Watcher” (Theo Rossi), has tapped into the airport’s security cams and into Ethan’s life and is manipulating his every move. He “reads” the 30 year-old, tossing in insulting asides about “your generation” while he’s at it. He’s constantly reminding the kid who failed his one shot at the police academy of his shortcomings, his laziness and his dilemma.

And then Ethan figures out who this all-knowing, every-angle-played villain is, a “traveler” in generic dark clothes and black baseball cap. His many efforts to slip a phone or smart watch text by this guy (Bateman) might have failed. But now, at least, Ethan knows who he is dealing with and the “reading” isn’t a one-way street.

Collet-Serra, working from a somewhat generic, credulity-straining T.J. Fixman script, shoots and cuts Ethan and the viewer into this fix, and then leads us through a few harrowing worst-choice dilemmas and even laughable “escapes” as “You TSA guys are a joke” scrambles to save his partner, his skin and maybe a jetliner full of passengers from the fate this conspiracy has cooked up for them.

Danielle Deadwyler ably plays a cop working her way from an underworld murder at a Christmas tree selling greenhouse towards LAX.

There’s always one co-worker in movies like this who announces to the hero that he’s “up to something” and that they’re “going to find out what.

And the reason the phrase “movies like this” suits is that we’ve seen versions of this very sort of “blackmailed into doing something awful” thriller before. Even a couple directed by Jaume Collet-Serra. Both of them (“The Commuter,” “Non-Stop”) starred Liam Neeson.

“Carry-On” is on a par with those films, no better and not much worse, just a new variation on a theme. The “work the problem” puzzle-solving is a little lazier, more far-fetched in the latter acts. But the impact is the same.

This thriller begins at a crawl and finishes with a sprint. The foreshadowing is obvious even if the next twist rarely is. The early bargaining, “All you have to do is do nothing,” is more sinister than the sometimes satisfying mayhem to come.

And Bateman’s cool-headed, calculating creep just keeps talking and insulting, an “OK, boomer” Gen Xer asking for comeuppance from Gen Z. But as tough-talking Bateman is no Neeson when it comes to “getting physical” over 50, we shouldn’t get our hopes up that Mr. Snide Insults can back up all that talk when it’s go time.

Rating: PG-13, violence, profanity

Cast: Taron Egerton, Jason Bateman, Sofia Carson, Danielle Deadwyler, Sinqua Walls, Theo Rossi and Dean Norris

Credits: Directed by Jaume Collet-Serra, scripted by T.J Fixman. A Netflix release.

Running time: 1:59

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BOX OFFICE: “Wicked” wins week, “Moana 2” owns another weekend, “Kraven” “worst Marvel opening,” anime “Lord of the Rings” bombs

A new superhero movie from the broader “Spider-Man” universe is not luring in a lot of fans on its opening weekend. And the filmed and TV’d to death “Lord of the Rings” has gone about as far as Warner Bros/New Line’s intellectual property rights can take it.

That’s the big message from this mid-December box office weekend.

“Kraven the Hunter,” starring “Kick-Ass” alumnus Aaron-Taylor Johnson and Ariana DeBose and directed by J.C. Chandor (“All is Lost,” “Triple Frontier”) opened to a tepid $11 million or so, per Variety.  That’s terrible for a comic book film, even an outside-the-Marvel-mainstream one. That take is well below even the most downbeat projections.

Poor reviews didn’t kill the “Venom” movies, but they never help, and “Kraven” is drowning in them.

“Deadpool & Wolverine” may have been the outlier to end all outliers, or even a last hurrah. But if you aren’t looking at an exhausted cinema-dominating genre, you must be wearing “Spiderverse” glasses. “Morbius,” “Madame Web” and a world not exactly chomping at the bit for a mid winter “Captain America” revival? Only the most proven star-driven franchises are bringing in the faithful, who have/streaming options aplenty to sate their superhero appetites.

Director Kenji Kamiyama comes from the “Ghost in the Shell/Cyborg” and “Blade Runner” corner of anime — TV series which are even more under-animated than most big screen anime. “Lord of the Rings: The War of the Rohirrim” is a Tolkien “inspired” story and script, and might have been the future of Middle Earth had this cheaper-to-make knockoff made money.

The budget figures being tossed about for this are as low as $4 million (low, even for TV anime cheap) and as high as $30 million. But with versions of “Rings” on TV and the Peter Jackson films readily available, nobody is interested in more “Rohirrim.” A $4.6 million opening weekend underscores that.

Warner Brothers is gambling on big Tolkien based titles due out in 2026. Uh oh.

Reviews for this one aren’t making anybody over 40 forget the striking Ralph Bakshi animated “Rings” from the last millennium.

“Moana 2” will roll to another weekend win, pulling in $26.6 million.

“Wicked: Part 1” does better when the kids are in school during the week, and still leads “Moana 2” by $20 million or so in domestic box office take. But it loses ground every weekend, on track to earn $22.5 million by midnight Sunday.

The films are polished, money-minting holiday spectacles, pretty much evenly matched, as far as entertainment value and bloated if somewhat joyless overkill in their execution.

The Christmas holidays may let “Moana” surpass the biggest musical hit modern Hollywood has ever produced. But “Wicked” could be the last blockbuster standing by Jan. 1.

“Gladiator II” keeps going about its business, sticking around the Top Five, with another $7.8 million pushing it towards $150 million domestically.

“Red One” may nudge “War of the Roherrim” out of the top five.

“Pushpa — The Rule 2” stays in the top ten.

The  “Interstellar” re release, the Indian action pic “Pushpa 2” and “Best Christmas Pageant Ever” are on the second film,  and amazingly, “Queer” pushes “Y2K”  out of  the top ten.

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Movie Preview: The offspring of killer Dermot Mulroney frets over “Like Father Like Son” warnings

Dylan Flashner stars in this Jan 31 release, the son of a murderer on death row (Mulroney).

Ariel Winter, Vivica A. Fox and Mayim Bialik (as a therapist) also star.

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Movie Preview: Christoph Waltz is the “Old Guy” clinging to a career he’s aged out of — Hit Man

Yes, another hit-man/hired-killer/”trigger-man” action comedy, this one with the Oscar winning Waltz as an AARP assassin.

“We’re going younger, across the board” is something no legitimate employer could get away with “announcing” in this day and age.

Lucy Liu and Philip Seymour Hoffman’s son co-star, as the “handler” and the “kid” our aged murderer is to train to replace him.

The Avenue has this, so good luck finding it when it hits theaters Feb. 21.

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