Movie Review: “Experimenter”

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Stanley Milgram explored why so many underlings and ordinary citizens of the Nazi regime might have willingly, or reluctantly, “just followed orders” in carrying out the Holocaust. His “Obedience Experiment” became one of the most influential psychological trials in history. His later “Lost Letter” experiment was almost as famous.

He’s the guy who decided that “it’s a small world, after all,” we’re closer to each other than we realize, and came up with the idea of “Six Degrees of Separation,” years before anybody’d ever heard of Kevin Bacon.

And in his time, he was dismissed as “cruel” and unethical and heartless for his studies, denied tenure at Harvard — misunderstood.

“Experimenter” is a brisk, narrowly-focused but playful account of his life and work, mainly built around that early ’60s test of “How far do you think they’ll go?”

Peter Sarsgaard is Milgram, a methodical man driven to wonder about institutionalized evil and human deference to authority.

“How was genocide administered so purposefully and efficiently?” he wanted to know. A whole nation or race cannot have forgotten the basic Western version of right and wrong. Milgram, as “Experimenter” shows, was greatly influenced by the early 1960s war crime trial of Nazi mastermind Adolf Eichmann, a self-described “ordinary man” whom historian Hannah Arendt would paint as the personification of “the banality of evil.”

Milgram carefully set up his test, cast about for subjects and sent an assistant, dressed in a lab coat, to administer it. One person (Jim Gaffigan) would be the one “tested,” or so the real subjects thought, in a “teaching experiment,” or so they were told. He was wired up to electrodes that would give him a shock every time he gave the incorrect answer in a series of memory tests.

The other person, the real subject (John Leguizamo, Anthony Edwards, Anton Yelchin) would administer the test — and the shocks, which they had no way of knowing were not real.

The voltage would rise, the subjects would twitch and protest, laugh nervously or, on occasion, refuse to continue. How “far” into this test would they go?

“Human nature can be studied, but not escaped.”

“Experimenter” reveals the blowback this experiment — where only one third of those participating defied authority (in a lab coat) and refused to hurt a fellow human being — and the impact it had on Milgram’s career. Plainly, there are worse fates than not being given tenure at Harvard, as Milgram soldiered on, breaking new ground and influencing generations of sociologists and psychologists who followed.

Sarsgaard plays this guy close to the vest, not giving away much other than a certain academic bravado and charm when he’s courting his wife (Winona Ryder) or living it up as his work becomes a William Shatner TV movie in the ’70s.

The “playful” comes into Michael Almereyda’s film in its old fashioned cheapness — Hitchcock-era rear projection scenes in cars, Sarsgaard narrating directly to the camera, wearing the worst fake beard this side of “Gettysburg.”

As troubling as the main experiment is, in recreation, this is nothing like the more cruel “Stanford Prison Experiment,” which made it to theaters last summer.

It’s not a dazzler, and it’s hard to make this subject whimsical. Almereyda (he did the Ethan Hawke “Hamlet” some years back) lets things turn soapy as he watches the impact this work and its consequences — fame and infamy — have on a marriage.

But “Experimenter” is a capital example of that prophet-ahead-of-his-time narrative, a movie about a scientist who lived (just) long enough to revel in the fact that he was onto something before everybody else. And that he was right.

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MPAA Rating: PG-13 for thematic material and brief strong language

Cast: Peter Sarsgaard, Winona Ryder, John Leguizamo, Lori Singer, Anton Yelchin, Dennis Haysbert, Anthony Edwards.
Credits: Written and directed by Michael Almereyda.  A Magnolia release.

Running time: 1:42

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Movie Review: “Tokyo Tribe”

tok1tribe2On Tokyo’s “Streets of Fire,” competing gangs brawl, sword-fight and shoot it out as they narrate their own stories and proclaim their own fame, through rap.

“Tokyo Tribe” is a hip hop “West Side Story,” set in a “Blade Runner” world. It’s a gang war alternate universe, anime come to lurid life — with nubile, naked (or at least scantily clad) young women fighting with and fought over by hotheaded young men and their DJs, at least one of whom is old enough to be somebody’s great grandma.

No, this isn’t the real Tokyo. But knowing about Japan’s economic, cultural and birth-rate declines, the parallels are intriguing. It’s not all due to earthquakes, meltdowns and eating mercury-tainted whale and dolphin meat. They’re absorbed gangsta rap and taken its settings, violence, fashion, and sexist ethos and Japanized it.

That’s something to see, man.

Efforts to explain exactly what is happening and why, with inter-titles and rap songs, fail and flail as the movie piles on the characters, scenes and confrontations. A hoodie-wearing Japanese Greek chorus character named Sho ( Shota Sometani) tries to walk us through it, but fails.The defiant hooker-who-fights (Tomoko Karina) defends her person, if not her lost honor.

The long, long set-up, with scenes that offer visual nods to “A Clockwork Orange” and the like, doesn’t help. They have to justify these over-dressed sets, the teaming masses of teen-ish extras. They have to acknowledge and catch up with the various bosses of Bukaru, Shinjuko, Shibuya and the many other gangs.

It’s a garish mess, more interesting as a concept and production design exercise than as a movie. But you’ve never seen anything quite like it.

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MPAA Rating: unrated, with violence, nudity, subtitled profanity

Cast: Shota Sometani, Tomoko Karina and many, many others.

Credits: Directed by Shion Sono, script by Santa Inoue and  Shion Sono.  An XLrator Media release.

Running time: 1:56

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Documentary Review — “Keith Richards: Under the Influence”

keithClosing in on his 72nd birthday, with decades of Rolling Stones documentaries and interviews behind him, Keith Richards can be excused for repeating himself. Just like your dad, or granddad, he’ll trot out the old stories with a little prodding.

Tell us about the time you recorded your acoustic guitar, distorted, through a cheap cassette recorder and created “Street Fighting Man.” Wait, you played bass on “Sympathy for the Devil”, which started out as a Bob Dylan-esque lament?

But the new documentary on Keith by Morgan “2o Feet From Stardom” Neville still manages to surprise and delight. This Netflix original, uploaded to coincide with the release of the new solo album “Cross-eyed Heart,” takes Richards to Chicago and Nashville, the twin roots of his sound — blues and country.

It hangs out with him in the studio with Steve Jordan and Waddy Wachtel, and sits at home in Weston, Connecticut as he croons-growls his way through originals and classic blues numbers, and gives us a taste of the new material.

Mostly, though, it’s to be relished for being unadulterated Keith — laughing, grinning and smoking, thoroughly enjoying the life he’s led and the image he’s created.

That image? “Walking down the road, smokin’ a joint, a bottle of Jack Daniels in my hand, cursing the fact that the liquor store’s closed.”

Neville shows us some terrific vintage recording studio stuff — the Stones at Chess in Chicago, and elsewhere, working things out, performing with the blues legends they  worshiped and popularized when they first came to America — Howlin’ Wolf, Muddy Waters and Buddy Guy.

And Keith plays a little pool with Buddy at Buddy’s Chicago blues bar, walks the stage of the Ryman Auditorium in Nashville and talks up, more extensively than we’ve heard before, his early love of country music, the Nudie suits he got as hand-me-d0wns from Gram Parsons, how he met his non-Stones bandmates Jordan and Wachtel when he did that trying and terrific Chuck Berry documentary and concert, “Hail, Hail Rock and Roll” in the ’80s.

He records, with the oldest microphones he can get his hands on, sings sweeter than we remember him ever singing, and owns it — ALL of it, with a few pithy profundities.

“You can’t BUY a persona. You can either make it up, or live it.”

If you know anything about him at all (his autobiography “Life” is just part of the answer), you don’t have to guess which path he took.

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MPAA Rating: unrated, with profanity and endless smoking

Cast: Keith Richards, Steve Jordan,  Tom Waits, Waddy Wachtel
Credits: Directed by Morgan Neville. A Netflix Original.

Running time: 1:21

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Weekend Box Office: “Martian” devours “Sicario,” “The Walk”

boxofficeRidley Scott could hang up his directing spurs on “The Martian.” His fun, science-centric sci-fi thriller blew up Thursday night and Friday and seems headed towards $53 million plus by Sunday midnight.

That’s a huge opening for a non-franchise picture, and since word of mouth on it is sure to be as good as the reviews, well, $53 may be the bottom end of expectations.

“Sicario” opened wide and is headed for a solid $11-12 million weekend. No box office stars in this drug war tale, just good character actors and a riveting story, well-told. Good reviews buoyed that one, too.

“The Walk” is opening in such limited release that it isn’t cracking the top ten. The fact that it’s an IMAX/3D picture should have made a difference, but “Everest” has most of those theaters and much of that audience. “The Walk” may never blow up, and it’s a worthy film. Poor scheduling could hurt it.

Eli Roth’s “Green Inferno” suggests Eli Roth should be putting his name on other people’s films, as this one opened poorly and has fallen off the table in its second week.

“Hotel Transylvania 2” is having a very healthy second weekend, and having nothing programmed for the kid audience opposite it is paying off. “Pan” is coming. Will that suck away all the Sandler Animation fans next weekend? We’ll see.

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Movie Review: “Freeheld”

free1Critics often talk of “courageous” performances, historically those actors who play commit to giving their all to difficult characters — emotionally, by playing someone far beyond their experience, or physically — gaining weight, going bald, uglying up.

Oscar winner Julianne Moore goes the full Charlize “Monster” Theron in “Freeheld,” playing a haggard, high-mileage chain-smoking lesbian cop whose cancer and death benefits case became a major milepost in America’s shift toward legalizing gay marriage.

But there are other guys with guts, here. They play the villains, and not lip-smacking, charismatic evil geniuses or colorfully demented wackos. Dennis Boutsikaris, Kevin O’Rourke, Tom McGowan and  William Sadler are county commissioners with homophobic, or at least unsympathetic tendencies, and Anthony DeSando is a fellow police detective ready to toss his longtime colleague under the legislative bus because she’s in love with and lives with a woman. They’re on the wrong side of history, more backward than hateful, cowardly than charismatic. That’s tricky to play.

“Freeheld” is a moving and inspiring account of that detective’s dying wish, a test case of almost a decade ago that made this reluctant, closeted cop an activist and an icon. It’s a film that flirts with stereotypes, and is somewhat derailed, or at least sidetracked, by one over-the-top performance that borders on caricature. But it works.

Freeholder is the name New Jersey gives its county commissioners. They’re the ones who would decide Lauren Hester’s case, and they had that choice because the state had already decreed that legally recognized domestic partnerships qualified for survivor benefits of state employees.

Laurel has been a loner, dedicated to the job, aloof enough to avoid the trap of sex with her fellow cops. When she sets out to “meet someone,” she crosses state lines. She plays volleyball. Badly. That’s where Stacie Andree (Ellen Page) meets her.

Moore is utterly believable as this weary, wary woman whose name and photo might be in the papers, but who keeps the rest of her life on lock down. She is full of “rules.” “Don’t ever answer my phone.” Closeted.

Page is the one who sells this May-October relationship, lets us feel the attraction and the much younger woman’s confidence in approaching the shy older one.

Michael Shannon gives a caring integrity to Dane, Laruel’s bluff, no-nonsense divorced partner, but just another guy she won’t share her secret with.

Director Peter Sollett — the wonderful “Nick & Norah’s Infinite Playlist” was his) and screenwriter Ron Nyswaner paint the relationships in broad, stereotypical strokes. Stacie wears a lot of flannel — a LOT. She’s a mechanic and owns a motorcycle. Anybody who knows what rhymes with “bike” will remember that gay cliche.

But “Freeheld” finds surer footing once the lovers have domestically partnered through  the state, moved in together and Laurel gets sick. Up until then, they’ve only endured the odd grimace of tactlessness from strangers and officials, most of whom quickly regroup and adjust to this new legal reality. Gay bashing is harder to pull off with a woman armed trained by the state to pull a pistol.

Laurel’s simple request, that her partner collect her pension benefits in the event of her death, is dismissed by those villains mentioned before. Her fellow cops, save for Dane, don’t rally around her. But a local newspaper reporter (Adam LeFevre) sees the controversy and the hypocrisy.

free2And that’s when the activist arrives. Steve Carell lays on the “faaaabulous!” as this gay Jewish firebrand, and whatever somber sobriety “Freeheld” could claim flies out the window. He’s a risible stereotype, and to be fair, Carell was probably doing the production a huge favor, diving in after Zach Galifianakis had to drop out. That helped the film get made.

But he almost breaks the movie. Read any bad review attacking the film, and he’s the big sticking point. The earlier stereotypes fall by the wayside in the face of Carell’s onslaught.

Earnestness and good intentions wouldn’t have been enough to rescue the picture from Carell’s comic instincts. But the story, told in an Oscar winning documentary of the same name, carries us along and the other performances — Moore, Page and Shannon — move us.

And don’t forget the villains. In those character players mentioned above, America can see where we used to be, get a whiff of how unfair we might have been. Those guys let us see our mirror image ten years ago, even if a certain Pope and Kentucky county clerk cannot.

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MPAA Rating: PG-13 for some thematic elements, language and sexuality

Cast: Julianne Moore, Ellen Page, Michael Shannon, Steve Carell
Credits: Directed by Peter Sollett, script by Ron Nyswaner, based on Cynthia Wade’s Oscar winning documentary short of the same title.  A Summit release.

Running time: 1:43

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Weekend Movies: “Sicario,””The Walk” and “The Martian” are winners

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This may be the best opening weekend for movies in 2015…thus far. Winners are everywhere, must-see pictures litter the cineplex. Heavens.

“The Martian” is Ridley Scott’s best-reviewed film in this millennium, his best sci-fi film since “Blade Runner.” And it’s funny, thanks to Matt Damon’s jokey to-the-camera narration, and Team Nerd back on Earth, scrambling to help him rescue himself from the Red Planet. Good popcorny fun. Go. Enjoy.

“Sicario” is an outstanding drug wars thriller that’s been opening in a platform release. Much of the country gets to see it this weekend. And it should. See it. It’s practically a Donald Trump campaign ad, with its depiction of Mexican drug murders, illegal immigration and the “war” underway on our southern border. Aside from that, it’s got breathless suspense, brutal violence and that favorite of Hollywood DEA/military thrillers, “surgical strikes.” Brutal picture, terrific reviews for that one.

“The Walk” is being hyped as one of those movies that will cause some people to get dizzy and leave the theater, thanks to the CG wire walking scenes in the finale. Hogwash. It’s well-done and tautly played, a bit nerve wracking. The 3D intensity isn’t anything anybody who goes to the movies more than rarely should be impressed, but not overwhelmed. Terrific reviews for this one, too.

In some markets (including Orlando), “Finders Keepers” opens, an amusing and engaging doc about a couple of Carolina hicks who fight over a sawed-off human foot. Seriously. Enzian has it in Orlando. Very good reviews for this one.

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Movie Review: “Sicario”

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“Sicario” is a conventionally unconventional drug wars thriller, a well-cast, breathlessly executed peek into the heart of a Trumpian nightmare of Mexican cartels which kill at will on either side of an embattled border.

This Denis Villeneuve (“Incendies,””Enemy”) film has a standard list of ingredients and component scenes. But it’s what he does with them that makes it exceptional. It’s the “Syriana” of drug war movies.

Emily Blunt is Kate Macer, the idealistic F.B.I. agent talked into volunteering for a dangerous, almost off-the-books operation to hunt down a cartel chief. Having just raided a booby-trapped house filled with the bodies of cartel victims, she’s a prime candidate.

“What’s our objective?” she asks Matt Graver (Josh Brolin), the man-in-charge, sketchily described as a “Department of Defense” adviser on the case.

“To dramatically over-react.”

But Kate is wary. Graver and his crew seem to have unlimited resources. They’re super-secretive. And then there’s the guy he describes as his “bird dog.” Alejandro. Benicio del Toro, in his best performance (least mumbled) in years, gives this guy a weary menace, hiding his eyes behind sunglasses. Kate looks for answers from him, the scope of what they’re doing.

“You’re asking me how a watch works,” Alejandro sighs. “For now, let’s just keep an eye on the time.”

Kate will be the viewers’ eyes in this trip, even though there’s much we see that she doesn’t. Like the Mexican cop (Maximiliano Hernández) we keep checking in with, a husband, provider and father to a soccer-mad tweenage son. His story will intersect with Kate’s, we figure.

Her journey down this rabbit-hole takes her into a covert world of torture, border crossings and un-Constitutional acts, large and small. The least believable ingredient in this Taylor Sheridan script is Kate’s lingering refusal to buy in. The hazing rituals (disrespected), the threats to her life if she isn’t all-in, the end goal, the impressive surgical precision of the operations and the groupthink of this operation should shake her loose from core beliefs.

Because we certainly do. From the moment Villeneuve stages the standard-issue bumper-to-bumper convoy of black Chevy Tahoes, escorting a prisoner across the U.S. border, he has us.  That scene is so tense you will forget to breathe.

“Sicario” — Mexican slang for “hitman” — reveals its secrets slowly. There’s little wasted time and even the cliches — talky confrontations with the bad guys, “I need a drink” bar visits — are integral to the plot and make this deliberate, chilling and cautionary thriller all the more impressive.

Scariest of all, as Kate is shown tracer bullets and explosions dotting the skyline of an infamous cross-border city, is the message about what the cost of America’s lust for cocaine and heroin could truly be.

“Juarez is the future.”

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Rating:R for strong violence, grisly images, and language

Cast: Emily Blunt, Benicio del Toro, Josh Brolin
Credits: Directed by Denis Villeneuve, script by Taylor Sheridan. A Lionsgate/Summit release.

Running time: 2:01

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Movie Review: “Finders Keepers,” y’all.

find1find2Sometimes it seems that rural white southern males are the last permissibly mockable group in these United States. Good’ol boys living all along the NASCAR belt drawl some bit of rural rube ridiculousness, and America giggles. And tunes in, when they hit “reality” TV.

I was prepared to grit my teeth over “Finders Keepers,”  a documentary about two Carolina rednecks fighting over custody of an amputated foot. And  filmmakers Bryan Carberry and J. Clay Tweel never hesitate to let these two put their, um, feet in it. The laugh-out-loud moments come mainly their bumpkins’ lack of self-awareness.

Such as when pot-bellied “entrepreneur” Shannon Whisnant scratches his goatee and declares, “Ah’m purty smart. I’m sure y’all figured that out by now.”

But Carberry and Tweel take this story, which made national “news of the odd” waves when it happened, and go deeper. And “Finders Keepers” makes that nearly impossible journey from mockery to understanding. Not all the way to sympathy, mind you, just “Maybe this is how they got to BE this way.”

John Wood lost his foot in an airplane accident near his hometown of Maiden, N.C. He told the doctors he wanted to keep his foot. He did, in all its gruesome, gory glory. He wanted the “meat” stripped off it, but couldn’t find anybody to do it. Thought about “mummifying it.” That didn’t really work.

But then he got evicted and packed everything he owned into a storage unit — the foot stuffed into a barbecue grill. And that’s how Shannon Whisnant got his hands on it, at auction, the kind you see on TV’s “Storage Wars.”

Whisnant did the right thing. He called the cops, and they took it to a mortuary and figured out who it belonged to. Then Whisnant did the wrong thing. He demanded the foot back. He made T-shirts. He pushed himself into the media and made a spectacle as “the Foot Man,” telling his story and promising to sell peeks at the foot when it was returned.

And Wood? He was dismayed, then irked at this fellow who thought “he was gonna be the next Billy Bob Thornton!”

Let the Foot Fight begin.

“It’s a funny story,” Wood’s tough, sage mother Peg says, but one “borne of tragedy.”

The filmmakers then tell us each man’s back story, and “Finders Keepers” transcends its “Look at the silly hillbillies” opening.

Wood’s father died in that plane crash. Wood has drug problems. And Whisnant? He resents Wood’s relatively privileged upbringing. And more than anything on Earth, Whisnant wants to be famous. He seizes this foot as his main chance.

“Finders Keepers” manipulates the stories like reality TV, pushing the viewers’ allegiance away from this man and towards that one, back and forth. Layers peel away. Each man seems to get the absurdity of their situation, but never how absurd they seem in it.

Naturally, it all comes down to TV’s “Judge Mathis” to resolve this, and the robed entertainer never seemed more Solomonic than with this case.

But that’s not the end, just the beginning of the end. Each man’s motives suggest that each will get pretty much exactly what he deserves. And along the way, we get to sit back and laugh in judgement, because as clever as it is, “Finders Keepers” never can quite turn the mirror away from the pride of Maiden, N.C., and back on us, the rubes sucked into this story in all its many incarnations.

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MPAA Rating: R for language

Cast: John Wood, Shannon Whisnant, Peg Wood,
Credits: Directed by Bryan Carberry and J. Clay e. An Orchard release.

Running time: 1:22

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Movie Review: “The Walk”

jglIt doesn’t take too much away from “The Walk,” the frothy new caper dramedy about the World Trade Center high-wire walk of Philippe Petit, to say it’s inferior to the delightful 2008 documentary, “Man on Wire,” about the same event.

Robert “Forrest Gump” Zemeckis has concocted a flip, funny Hollywood version of that stunt, with Joseph Gordon-Levitt playing a Frenchman, Ben Kingsley as his tough-but-wise Czech mentor and state-of-the-art 3D and effects that recreate the WTC, the sense of staggering height and the zen thrill Petite got from his “coup.”

Where James Marsh’s documentary was poetic, tense and exultant, Zemeckis, who co-scripted “Walk,” is content with bemused, wry and sentimental. But he delivers some 3D thrillers. And every so often, he comes close to joyous.

Petite (Gordon-Levitt) narrates his own story, start to finish, playfully standing on the torch of the Statue of Liberty. “This is life,” he says of his high-wire walks. For him, walking between the Twin Towers of the then-new World Trade Center became a fiercely held dream, to stage “the most audacious work of art that has ever been done.”

The film shows us this dream taking hold in Paris, where the young Petit was a mime, juggler and street entertainer. He fell in love with wire-walking after seeing “Les Diables Blancs,” the “White Devils” aerialist act. Their patriarch, Papa Rudy (Kinglsey) grumpily tries to teach the kid (for a fee) safety, technique and showmanship.

You must “compliment” the audience, he purrs. Put a little grace, flair and gravitas in the act. “You cannot lie on stage. The audience will know what is inside you.”

The puckish Petit doesn’t lie. He tells everyone he meets he plans to walk between the Twin Towers, once they’re topped off in 1974. Among them, Annie (Charlotte Le Bon), the gorgeous street musician he meets and courts (via mime) in Paris.

Gordon-Levitt gets laughs with this audacity, as Petit assembles a “team” of amateurs to help him pull this off. There’s a clumsy photographer and a hanger-on who’s afraid of heights, an American “insider” and an electronics store “fixer” (James Badge Dale), along with a couple of quasi-stoners.

Petit boldly tells even the customs inspector on entering New York what he plans to do. Trespassing, dangerous, illegal as all get out? Meh. What does New York care? The city was already labeling the sterile, boxy WTC just “two filing cabinets” on their skyline.

I love the way composer Alan Silvestri sets all the team-assembling, intel-gathering and caper carrying-out to “caper comedy jazz,” that sneaky, brassy, tee-tuh-te-te high-hat percussion that’s underscored films from “The Pink Panther” onward.

But when the mop-topped Frenchman takes to the wire, Beethoven’s serene “Fur Elise” ripples through the silence of “an island floating in mid-air, on the edge of the void.”

Gordon-Levitt is long on charm, as always. He speaks French and slings a French accent as characters always find a reason to switch back to English, even in Paris.

Like “Everest,” “The Walk” is a film that justifies its use of 3D, and not just with cheap gimmicks. We sense “the void,” the scary nature of what was being attempted, and we’re  jolted by wires and props falling off the screen and into our laps.

But Zemeckis, who never makes “deep” films, shows his glib side time and again, including that use of the over-familiar “Fur Elise.” The movie is melodramatic and cocksure, flippant but often funny.

And the sentimental stuff about hated buildings that became something else in New Yorkers’ eyes with this stunt has a nice melancholy tone.

We don’t have the World Trade Center anymore, “The Walk” reminds us. They came from a more innocent time, when a foreigner could sneak into the country for mischief and mean us no harm.

Yes, “Man on Wire” gets at all those big themes and did it better. Netflix that extraordinary documentary, if you can’t seen it.

But give Hollywood its due, too. “The Walk” is the movie that takes us up there, gives us the jitters and makes us titter along the way.

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MPAA Rating:PG for thematic elements involving perilous situations, and for some nudity, language, brief drug references and smoking

Cast: Joseph Gordon Levitt, Ben Kingsley, Charlotte Le Bon, James Badge Dale
Credits: Directed by Robert Zemeckis, script by Robert Zemeckis and Christopher Browne. A Sony Tristar release.

Running time: 2:03

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Movie Review: “The Martian”

Matt Damon portrays an astronaut who faces seemingly insurmountable odds as he tries to find a way to subsist on a hostile planet.

Epic, majestic, breathtakingly detailed, thrilling — all words that have accurately described the film ouvre of Ridley Scott over the decades. When your directing resume includes “Blade Runner,” “Gladiator” and “Alien,” that’s a given.

But “The Martian” manages a new one. Cute.

Scott’s breeziest film since “Thelma and Louise,” action-packed, scientifically sound, but trying just as hard for laughs as his failed comedy “A Good Year,” “The Martian” is a faintly patronizing but thoroughly entertaining effort at giving the people what they want.

The people? Sci-fi fans. What do we want? Something more entertaining than “Prometheus” to sink our chops into, a popcorny science fiction film close enough to reality to lobby for more space exploration by reminding us of the adventure of it all.

So here it is, a science-centered space opera about a man marooned on Mars. There are hints of the 1960s films  “Marooned” and “Robinson Crusoe on Mars” and more recent fare such as “Red Planet” in Andrew Weir’s self-published (originally) novel about an astronaut left for dead by the rest of his crew when a fierce sandstorm threatens to destroy their means of returning to Earth.

Matt Damon is that first Martian, doomed to be a colonist by an accident, doomed period because he’ll run out of food, water, etc. before any rescue can be attempted.

Jessica Chastain plays the guilt-ridden mission commander, with Kate Mara and Michael Pena among her surviving crew on their way back to Earth. They’re kept in the dark about Mark Watney’s survival, even after NASA knows. They’re guilt-ridden enough as it is.

NASA Chief Teddy Sanders (Jeff Daniels) is the fellow trying to run an open-book agency with a PR disaster on its hands. Kristen Wiig (!?) is the PR chief trying to manage the crisis.

Sean Bean is the mission commander on the ground, making waves to stir his bosses, and the world, to save Watney. And Chiwetel Ejiofor is the NASA scientist determined to crunch numbers and badger subordinates to find a way to get this man marooned on Mars home.

Here’s what’s inspiring about “The Martian,” the phrase that sums it up, sings the siren song of science and gives it the air of a film cheer-leading for a manned mission to Mars.

“Work the problem.”

On Mars, it’s among the first things Watney resolves to do. After “I’m not gonna die here.” On Earth, it’s what every level of the chain of command says as they scramble to find solutions, “do the math” and figure this thing out.

The coolest sequences in the film are its first third, with Watney’s communication cut off and NASA unaware he’s there. He has to figure out a way to signal them, they have to figure out a way to instruct him. Watney is injured, with limited supplies and a large, damaged habitat and vehicles to travel about in. There’s earlier space junk on Mars, but he’s not an engineer.

Still, if you needed somebody to help you figure out how to make water and food on an arid, lifeless planet, who’d you want? A biologist.

“Mars will to come to fear my biology powers,” Watney grins to the camera. He’s narrating a mission diary, in case he doesn’t make it. This gives Damon a chance to talk through the science experiments (and accidents) that Watney works up to save himself. It’s a handy device, and often an overly cute one. How will Watney figure out how to get his limited range Rover to a different corner of the planet?

“I’m going to have to science-the-(bleep) out of this,” he jokingly mutters.

After one setback, he says what most of us would say, under the circumstances.

“(Bleep) you, Mars!”

Damon has fun with the part, but there’s also a touch of his youthful mania for realism, authenticity. Damon, like Watney, starts to look scruffy and scrawny, as the weeks in high stress and on low rations take their toll. He looks gaunt in the later scenes, his skinniest since “Courage Under Fire.”

The laugh-lines are just part of the fun. The Rescue by the Nerds scenes back on Earth aren’t as detailed-oriented as similar moments in Ron Howard’s “Apollo 13,” but having young and attractive Mackenzie Davis and Donald Glover as crucial parts of the team sexes it up a bit. Their inclusion, and that of comic actress Wiig, gives “The Martian” the feel of a Ridley Scott homage to his more popcorn-friendly director sibling, the late Tony Scott.

But Daniels, Bean and Ejiofor lend “Their Finest Hour” gravitas to the NASA efforts. Ed Harris (“Apollo 13”) did it better, but no matter.

Earlier lost-in-space movies have tipped their hat towards Russia or the former Soviet Union as the only other space-faring nation that might have been of assistance, a chance to mend fences for the good of human space exploration. Here, the inclusion of Chinese space science scenes feels like a sop, tossing a bone to the world’s largest movie audience.

It’s too melodramatic and too determined to be jokey, and the 3D is only noticed in scenes where the crew in space does its thing in zero gravity. But Scott has created a most convincing Mars-scape, reddish vistas of dust and dust devils (tornadoes, the sandstorm being the film’s biggest scientific shortcoming). And he’s made a space exploration movie built on those old-fashioned words — moxie and pluck.

Yeah, we could go to Mars, “The Martian” suggests. Things might go wrong. But we’re selling ourselves short by not making the effort. It’s time to “Work the problem” again.

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MPAA Rating:PG-13 for some strong language, injury images, and brief nudity.

Cast: Matt Damon, Jessica Chastain, Kate Mara, Chiwitel Ejiofor, Michael Pena, Jeff Daniels, Kristen Wiig, Sean Bean
Credits: Directed by Ridley Scott, script by Drew Goddard, based on the Andrew Weir book. A 20th Century Fox release.

Running time: 2:20

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