Writer-director Rungano Nyoni took a top prize for this quirky drama that immerses us in a Zambian family, it’s secrets and suspicions and superstitions and funeral rituals.
Mar. 7, from A24.
Writer-director Rungano Nyoni took a top prize for this quirky drama that immerses us in a Zambian family, it’s secrets and suspicions and superstitions and funeral rituals.
Mar. 7, from A24.


The ambitiously titled “Freedom” is a heist picture that makes more promises than it keeps.
The latest feature from actress turned director Mélanie Laurent (“Now You See Me,” “The Flood”) sets up as a French Robin Hood tale of an idealistic adrenalin junky who robs from the bourgeoisie and lives large on the proceeds. but never quite delivers on that premise.
We see our anti-hero make a show of tearing up the checks of proletarian grocery shoppers after he’s emptied out supermarket safes early on. But Bruno Sulak covets the thrill of the thievery more than the politics of “freedom” from debt and living life by society’s rules.
“Freedom” still makes a passable star vehicle for actor (“Emily in Paris”) and model Lucas Bravo, the pretty boy center of this fictionalized “true story” about an ’80s armed robber so handsome witnesses blushed when they tried to describe him to the cop (Yvan Attal of “Munich” and “Rush Hour 3”) on his trail.
The twenty-something Bruno hits assorted supermarkets with his hulking accomplice Drago (Steve Tientcheu). They’re armed and menacing, but “We’re not here to kill people.”
His runway-ready lover Annie (Léa Luce Busato) waits in whatever car they’ve stolen for this job, ready to drive them to whatever remote, well-appointed farmhouse they’re holed up in.
The robberies are tense but typically non-violent. The take isn’t spectacular, and the money goes through his fingers too easily for this to be sustainable.
But in this pre-Internet, limited CCTV camera past, a lot depends on the eyewitnesses who can’t help but note that descriptions and mug shots don’t do him justice.
“He’s much BETTER looking in person!”
Bruno may complain to the cop “Stop following us (in French, or dubbed into English).” “Don’t you have other criminals to put away?”
“You’re my FAVORITE,” the cop explains.
But the film’s lighter touches — permissive policing, incarceration as just a new “challege” and gamble for our hustler to master — aren’t light enough to make this a “caper comedy.” And the conventions of such a story, borne out by the reality of armed-robbery “careers,” prove too much for the script’s self-proclaimed “freedom” ethos to overcome.
Radivoje Bukvic is the Yugoslavian Steve, too cool, clever and accomplished to be caught and a real assett to their “crew.” David Margia plays the careless punk Patrick, whose arrival signals that they’re about to go down.
Continue readingIll-conceived, as many a Christmas “action comedy” has been, the Dwayne Johnson/Chris Evans/J.K. Simmons “Santa’s security detail” romp “Red One” earned dismissive reviews and a great big yawn from filmgoers.
Whoever thought a $200-250 million movie about threats to Santa (Simmons), aka “Red One,” dealt with by his supernatural security detail (Johnson, recruiting Evans) was a good idea must have never seen “A Charlie Brown Christmas.”
A middling Thursday night and “Elf” sized Friday suggest $32 million is as much as it will take in on its opening weekend. Deadline.com figures $30 million will be closer to the final mark. And if it falls below that, well that’s that.
The final tally came in at $34 million.That’s 3 million tickets sold, kids, 3.1 million, tops. It’ll never come close to covering its budget and will be streaming on glitchy Amazon Prime in no time.
Johnson has taken a lion’s share of the blame for the stupid movie’s cost — greedy, an aging diva on set, always late and abusing underlings. Perhaps filmgoers are playing politics with the opportunistic Johnson and Amazon Studios’ Jeff Bezos, or perhaps they smelled a stinker before they ever carved a pumpkin. But “Red One” is going down on domestic screens, doing marginally better $36 million after opening earlier in other markets) overseas.
Wait to watch it on Amazon Prime? If you haven’t dropped it?
All the talk about this Jeff Bezos bust drowns out the “news” that Robert Zemeckis, Tom Hanks and Robin Wright and “Here” are gone from the top ten and that Sony wasted $50 million on a movie that will barely clear $13-14 by the end of its run.
“Venom: The Last Dance” should clear the $130 million mark, all-in, by Monday or Tuesday, a $7.4 million weekend.
“Best Christmas Pageant Ever” is settling in as a long-run modest-budget holiday hit and landed just shy of the $20 million mark by midnight Sunday. It cleared $5.4 million on its second weekend after opening just over $10. That’s a hit, kids.
“Heretic” rolls in at fourth place at the box office, having pulled in $15 million its first week. The film over-performed expectations with a $10.8 million opening, and it cleared $5.2 million second weekend — maybe $6.5. It’s the edgiest mainstream picture in theaters at the moment, and the smartest and Hugh Grant’s reinvention as an erudite villain is complete.
Wild Robot” ($4.3 million) is losing steam and screens, but will be over $140 million by early next week, and vanish before the holidays.
“Smile 2” is winding down its run ($2.95). It won’t have cleared $75 by the time it heads for streaming.
The Vatican politics thriller “Conclave” is sticking to the top ten, with another $2.85 million, pushing it over $26 million.
And Jesse Eisenberg’s irreverent Jewish cousins visit “The Old Country” (Poland) comedy “A Real Pain” opens reasonably wide (900 screens) and should earn over $3 million and cracked the top ten — barely. A $2.3 million “wide” (ish) opening means it won’t be in the top ten next weekend.
Neon’s “Anora” is titillating enough to be in the top ten this weekend ($1.839) but likewise won’t crack the top ten next weekend, or ever again.
Everything in this trailer moans “Tired” and “played.”
Linda Cardinelli co stars in this “fostering little monsters” comedy. This looks like something our lad Ben might have been in 30 years ago.
Nov. 29 on Hulu.






While he was alive, critics had little trouble finding ways to discount Alfred Hitchcock’s genius and underrate his later decades of entertaining, bubbly and even chilling thrillers. Because that generation of reviewers remembered “The 39 Steps.”
This 1935 romp of a thriller followed the 1934 version of Hitchcock’s “The Man Who Knew Too Much.” Yes, he’d remake that espionage thriller during his glorious peak decade, the 1950s. But he’d remake “The 39 Steps” many times and in many ways, often repeating the “public spectacle” trick he’d tried out in the 1934 “Man Who Knew Too Much” (the “cantata scene”) in many films, including his 1959 “Hitch’s Greatest Hits” thriller “North by Northwest.”
“The 39 Steps” bounces through English music halls and onto Scottish moors with an accused murderer on the run to clear his name and foil those smuggling the film’s “MacGuffin,” state secrets of a military aviation nature.
It’s sexy, silly and suspenseful, a colorful delight filmed in sharp, crisp black and white.
Robert Donat served as the prototype for the sort of Hitchockian hero that a lot of actors would play, most famously Cary Grant — playful and imperiled, flirty and when the moment called for it, flinty in ways we could never foresee.
The future Oscar winner (“Goodbye, Mr. Chips”) Donat would have an illness-impaired career that included more stage successes than screen ones, and more’s the pity, based on the dash and droll wit he brought to Hannay, a Canadian caught up in between-the-world wars British intrigues.
Hitchcock & Co. preserved a grand taste of “English Music Hall” with rambunctious, amusingly unruly scenes of show folk doing their acts as the sometimes tipsy punters howl their approval or disapproval from “the stalls” and the cheap seats.
That’s where the Canadian Hannay glimpses the rough treatment of some acts — including the “Mr. Memory” act — an evening of entertainment interrupted by gunshots.
In the middle of the not-quite-riot that ensues, he’s buttonholed by a mysterious and quite paranoid foreign beauty (Lucie Mannheim).
“May I come home with you?” Nudge nudge, wink wink “Say no MORE” is implied, with “It’s your funeral” the part Hannay says out loud.
Once there, Hannay gets “Annabell” to reveal her name, and realizes she’s not delusional. She really IS being followed. And she really was the one who “fired the shots” that disrupted the show to make her escape.
She speaks of “The 39 Steps,” of a remote village in Scotland, of government secrets that have been stolen and of contact with a man missing the top joint of his pinky finger. Hannay awakens to her final gasps, a knife stuck in her back.
He knows how this looks and makes his escape — by milk wagon, by rail, with newspapers ensuring that the whole of Britain is onto him. It’ll take his most convincing arguments and all his charm to find “the real killers” and unravel a very real “plot.”
Madeleine Carroll plays the Hitchcock Blonde Hannay stumbles into who is VERY relunctantly enlisted in his getaway/get the bad guys scheme. She doesn’t believe a word of his “story.”
“Has that penetrated?”
“Right to the funny bone. Now tell me another one.”
Being manacled to a possibly murderous mustachio’d rake who passes you off as his “wife” at a Scottish inn isn’t any lady’s idea of a tea party. Not everything here points to the plot being something of a lark. But an awful lot of it does, and amusingly.
Hannay shares a rail car with a woman’s undergarments salesman and his chatty/saucy friend. The innkeeper (John Laurie) may not know or much care if Pamela (Carroll) and her gent are “married.” But his wife (the future “Dame” Peggy Ashcroft) is damned if she’s letting trench-coated goons or anybody else stand in the way of true love.
Continue readingA true story, an Englishman transplanted in clip crazed 1970s Argentina and a little Jonathan Pryce on the side?
This played at the Toronto Film Fest this fall, and Lionsgate cannot wait to release it.
Laurence Fishburne, Julianne Nicholson, Rachel Brosnahan and Jon Bernthal are among the supporting players in this “cryptoanalyst turned assassin/agent” thriller.
April 11.
Whenever Ringo Starr is asked about the pianist/organist, singer and “fifth Beatle” Billy Preston, “He never put his hands in the wrong place” is his highest compliment.
One music producer who worked with the two-time Grammy winner marveled at Preston’s ability to “play any song” by just jumping in, “anticipating” correctly every note that needed to come next.
And musicians far and wide sang his praises over his sense of melody, rhythm and timing.
A glorious new documentary about the Gospel, soul, pop and funk singer who toured with the Stones and played with Ray Charles, Aretha Franklin, Little Richard, Neil Diamond and Johnny Cash among others also benefits from great timing.
“Billy Preston: That’s the Way God Planned It” is making the festival rounds hot on the heels of the critically acclaimed “Saturday Night,” a movie documenting the hours leading up to the 1975 premiere of “Saturday Night Live.”
Whatever else that movie has going for it, casting Jon Batiste as Preston, the first-ever musical guest on the show, proves as fortuitous as flying Preston and his band to New York to do “NBC’s Saturday Night” was nearly 50 years ago. Batiste’s Preston steals the picture, providing an electric third act lift much as Preston lifted that premiere episode of what became a long-running series.
And that film came not that long after Peter Jackson’s heralded “Get Back” documentary, which remembered The Beatles’ embattled final LP and final live “rooftop” performance, “rescued” by the infectiously upbeat musical genius Billy Preston.






But as Emmy-winning TV director Paris Barclay’s lively and moving new documentary reminds us, Preston’s was a troubled life of triumphs that began before he was in middle school, and tragedies tied to that early fame.
Preston kept his sexuality hidden for most of his life, but was unable to keep his addictions, financial and legal troubles out of the press. He is remembered for that million-watt smile, but intimates tell of his love of Courvoisier and weakness for crack cocaine.
And the fact that he’d talk about Gospel music training, his early encounters and work with Ray Charles and Nat King Cole, but not about touring with Little Richard in his early teens speaks of secrets he carried to his grave.
Barclay interviewed a Who’s Who of musical luminaries, family members, longtime friends and music insiders for “That’s the Way God Planned It,” which takes its title from an early (minor) hit composition Preston put out on the Beatles’ Apple Music.
Generous samples of Preston’s filmed performances turn up, reminding us of the L.A. Gospel keyboard prodigy cast to play the young W.C. Handy in 1958’s “St. Louis Blues,” which led to an early TV appearance with the film’s star, Nat ‘King’ Cole.
At his peak, Preston was the greatest “side man” ever, the fellow who “stole” every recording session and ensemble performance he turned up in, according to his longtime friend and collaborator Eric Clapton. That’s because Preston was “always the best musician in the room,” a producer reminds us.
Hit singles? Did you remember he wrote “You Are So Beautiful,” the instrumental “Outa Space,” “Nothing from Nothing” and “Will It Go Round in Circles?”
His admiring collaborators speak of the effortlessness with which many of his songs were conjured, and Clapton and Starr and others recall how he’d show up at the studio, start picking around the melody and make song after song by some of the icons of his musical era better.
Family members, friends and colleagues talk of the sexuality Preston kept hidden, and singer, actor and gay fashion icon Billy Porter provides context for why that was and how tragic that could be.
Probably molested as a child, Preston in turn faced arrest on that charge much later in life, and “boys” and attractive young men were often in his company but “never talked about.”
Being the “Fifth Beatle” made him lifelong friends with George Harrison, and a key member of the “Concert for Bangladesh” band assembled for that landmark benefit show in 1971. But Preston’s big shot at the permanent A-list was his title-role turn in the misguided film of “Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band,” in which Preston’s sparkling presence arrives too late to save one of the all-time box office flops.
The opening sequences of “That’s the Way God Planned It” will leave the casual music and modern music history fan slack-jawed in awe at Preston’s gifts and the places he showed them off. And the latter acts will move many, as he faced his demons and prison time, with true friends coming to his aid but never filling the void that loneliness, closested isolation and addiction created.
Barclay shows a sure hand at knowing where the fun in his subject is — Mick Jagger learning to tone down his mockery of Preston’s collection of oversized Afro wigs — as well as where the tragedies lie. And he makes sure this most-satisfying biography of the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame member ends on a high note, Preston’s late-life appearance at the Concert for George.
Even in that star-studded event, event-organizer Clapton grouses with a smile, the man at the Hammond B-3 stole the show and “the song I wanted to do.”
Cast: Billy Preston, Ringo Starr, Merry Clayton, Mick Jagger, Olivia Harrison, Rev. Sandra Couch, Billy Porter, Sam Moore and Eric Clapton.
Credits: Directed by Paris Barclay, scripted by Paris Barclay and Cheo Hodari Coker. A White Horse Pictures release.
Running time: 1:44



“In the Summers” is a wistful elegy to the passing of childhood and the recognition and acceptance of the flaws of those who made us.
Alexssandra Lacorazza’s downbeat debut feature follows two California sisters through the ups and downs of their relationship with their Puerto Rican-born New Mexican dad. She invites us to, like the sisters, judge and misjudge their father, and start to understand — by adulthood — the good and the bad in him, and speculate on what’s really going on and how he become who he is.
We size up Vicente (Grammy winning rapper Residente) on first sight — bald, neck and shoulder tattoos, a touch of stubble and taste for smokes. He may be welcoming ten year-old Violetta (Dreya Castillo) and even younger Eva (Luciana Elisa Quinonez) whom his ex has entrusted with him for the summer. But underneath the tenderness and doting dad moments we sense he’s a rough customer.
Living in a nice Las Cruces ranch house he inherited from his mother, he feeds them, lets the sisters swim in the pool and takes them on excursions to stargaze, learn about history and learn to play 8-ball at Carmen’s (Emma Ramos) bar.
The way Dad talks about science and math and explains things like how we have a rough idea of how many stars there are in the galaxy tip us off. Vicente was a smart kid who understands physics and higher math. As he drinks too many beers and teaches them the game “No Stopping” — which involves recklessly lurching through traffic in what might be an inherited Volv — we statt to see what went wrong.
Flashes of temper add to their and our understanding. The world might not have known what to do with a smart Hispanic kid when he was young. The sisters only figure out he’s tutoring local kids in science and higher math years later.
But on return visits, the siblings learn what to avoid around him and to decline his pleas to “trust me” about a lot of things — driving, remembering to pick them up at the airport, etc.
Lacorazza tells this lovely coming-of-age tale in long vignettes, breaking her story into chapters where Kimaya Thais and Allison Salinas, then Lio Mehiel and Sacha Calle take over the roles of Violetta and Eva as they mature into adulthood.
One sister will act-out, fight back, cut her hair short and figure out she’s gay. The other will feel almost abandoned, growing up troubled by what is plainly a less-than-safe environment of parties with short-tempered Dad’s “loser” friends “In the Summers.”
Lacorazza gets affecting performances that are by turns adoring, winsime and hesitant, defiant and confused and eventually simply resigned from the various well-cast young actresses. And in Residente, she finds machismo masking a bitter despair over how life turned out and the limited choices/poor decisions that put Vicente there.
She tells a familiar-seeming story in a new, beautifully crafted and touching way. Set in a little-filmed culture and corner of America, Lacorazza has created a debut feature that checks all the right boxes for what we hope to get from an “indie film.” “In the Summers” announces her as a talent to watch.

Rating: unrated, drug use, sex, drinking, smoking, profanity
Cast: Residente, Dreya Castillo, Luciana Elisa Quinonez,
Kimaya Thais, Allison Salinas, Lio Mehiel, Sacha Calle and Emma Ramos.
Credits: Scripted and directed by Alessandra Lacorazza. A Music Box release.
Running time: 1:34



The stakes could not be higher in the thriller “Vanished into the Night.” A father, in debt and going through a divorce, loses his children to kidnappers and must reconnect with a hoodlum from his wayward youth to raise the cash for the ransom.
The father is Italian, and there’s an implied “You how Italians are about their children.” The mother is American, a career woman who wants to get back to her career, and it’s implied that “you know how judgemental American career women can be.”
But there’s little urgency and the stakes never feel as high as you’d think in this twists-aplenty Italian remake of the Argentian thriller “The Seventh Floor.”
Some of that’s by design. The father Pietro, played the terrific Italian star Riccardo Scarmacio (“John Wick: Chapter 2,” “A Haunting in Venice”) reacts to this news as just what he has coming to him.
A messy, underscore-his-shortcomings divorce, his history of gambling an the ruinous gamble that he and his wife could buy a house in suburban Bari (in the south of Italy) and make it a profitable B & B have left him debt in the part of country where debts with the wrong folks can be dangerous. Scarmacio plays Pietro in a resigned panic. He could almost see this coming.
His wife’s panic takes the form of fury. He’ll have to come up with the money himself, and that means reconnecting with an unsavory old friend he keeps at arm’s length. The kids would love to call him “Uncle Nico” (Massimo Gallo), but Dad won’t have it.
Now, he’s got to beg for money from someone he’s shunned. When Nico gives him “a job” to pay for the cash, one that involves his semi-rigid dinghy (motorboat), Pietro’s panic about the kids recedes as he’s got to learn how to carry out a “meet” and “handover” and get back to shore before the Otranto authorities figure out what he’s up to.
There’s a melodramatic weight that hangs on this picture and threatens to smother the life out of it. This contrived incident leads to that one, and so on, with characters responding in ways that defy logic or common sense.
The script hangs on stereotypes, but the one director Renato De Maria accidentally includes is Italian indolence. There’s a lack of urgency that gives the film the feel of something unreal, as if Pietro is experiencing this in shock.
That’s a valid choice. Scarmacio’s Pietro faces violence like a man who’s forgetten how to be violent.
But the veteran British actress Wallis (“The Tudors,” “The Mummy”) struggles to convey panic, rage, motherliness or mystery in her performance. And Gallo’s Nico is written and played as a cartoon mobster — partying, acting over-familiar and failing to make his shunned and irked about it “old friend” convincing.
About the best thing one can say about this broken-watch/ticking clock thriller is its travelogue qualities. Whatever other movies have conveyed about the depth and dangers of organized crime in the south of Italy, “Vanished into the Night” (in Italian and English, with subtitles) makes a great advert for “Visit Scenic Bari.”
Rating: TV-MA, violence
Cast: Riccardo Scarmacio, Annabella Wallis and Massimo Gallo
Credits: Directed by Renato De Maria, scripted by Luca Infascelli and Francesca Mariana, based on the Argentine film “The 7th Floor,” scripted by Patxi Amezcua and Alejo Flah. A Netflix release.
Running time: 1:32