Movie Preview: A Kidnapping Caper Comedy with Exes and Cons — “Samson”

Alice Lee and Will Brittain headline this “fractured timeline” action comedy (evident in the trailer). Nov. 29, we see if it all comes together and makes sense.

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Movie Review: Karen Gillan’s a lost soul ready to join the “Late Bloomers”

“Jumanji” and Marvel veteran Karen Gillan finally finds a star vehicle in sync with her brittle, awkwardly funny persona with “Late Bloomers,” a sentimental comedy about an aimless, guilt-stricken young woman who finally grows up when she takes on the responsibilities of a caregiver.

Something about the Scottish actress who usually plays Americans never quites makes a connection in much of her work. Maybe the American accent takes up too bandwidth to allow warm and witty to register. Bitchy? Touchy? Distracted? Sure.

But as pushing-30 Louise, a would-be singer between jobs who never got over that last breakup and avoiding “coming home” or even taking the many calls from her Dad (Kevin Nealon), Gillan shines, leading us on a journey from self-deluded to self-aware and self-confident to selfless.

Because that’s what it takes to devote yourself to elder care.

Rock bottom for Louise is drunkenly falling off a Brooklyn ledge, stalking the ex-boyfriend who won’t open the door for her. She’s 28, practically alone in the city and she’s broken her hip, a geriatric injury, nurses and her surgeon remind her.

The hostile old Polish woman (Malgorzata Zajaczkowska, of “Enemies, a Love Story” and “Bullets Over Broadway,” back in the day) who shares her hospital room is just icing on the misery cake.

Running into Antonina later during rehab doesn’t warm either of them up. But when the old woman who speaks no English can’t make her own way home, Louise takes her in for the night. She’s got an iPhone and translator app. If it ever works, it’ll be a cinch.

Louise ends up pitching-in to help out Antonina’s granddaughter Sylvia (Michelle Twarowska), who’d rather just drop the old crank in a home. Louise’s apartment-sharing landlord (Jermaine Fowler) is forcibly enlisted in this “job.” At least this gives her an excuse when she finally returns Dad’s calls.

Flashbacks relate how Louise learned to sing and play guitar from Mom (Talia Balsam). But Mom’s descended into dementia, Dad is desperate for help, or at least for Louise to come get some closure.

It’s going to take a lot of Antonina time to make the lovelorn Louise compassionate enough to mature from “I can barely take care of myself” to taking care of others.

Director Lisa Steen, screenwriter Anna Greenfield and Gillan go for “quirky” in this portrayal, and they succeed, giving us a clingy but off-putting character struggling to make bar pickups and have sex for the first time in “three years,” who transforms into somebody warm enough to put herself and her needs second — even if she’s still on crutches.

The narrative wanders a bit and that makes the character’s development and the story’s flow uneven and herky-jerky. Several characters are thrown in but left to wither in the final edit, and Louise’s relationships seem to suffer from narcissistic attention deficit disorder — hers and the screenplay’s.

But Gillan and Louise warm to the task, and even give us a little song as this sad-edged little comedy makes its way towards a not unexpected, warm and not wholly anticlimactic climax.

Rating: 16+, sex, alcohol abuse, scatological humor, profanity

Cast: Karen Gillan, Malgorzata Zajaczkowska, Jermaine Fowler, Talia Balsam and Kevin Nealon.

Credits: Directed by Lisa Steen, scripted by Anna Greenfield. A Vertical release on Amazon Prime.

Running time: 1:30

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Movie Review: “Let’s Start a Cult”

“Let’s Start a Cult” is a rude and raunchy farce that’s amusingly in step with our times even as it strains for laughs in all the most vulgar places.

It’s a star vehicle for co-writer and walking, eating, sweating and cursing sight gag Stavros Halkias of the working class comedy “Tires” on Netflix. Here, he’s a delusional, gregarious goof-off, the odd-man out in the Cosmic Dynasty death cult.

They die, and he’s excluded from their death ritual, sent on another errand that he’s too scatterbrained and distracted by his appetites to carry out.

Ben Kitnick’s film sets up the cult life, cult ethos and cult vibe with “interviews” with the seven members semi-secluded on a Midwestern farm, all followers of the redheaded messiah and “Father Shepherd” Will (co-writer Wes Haney).

He’s the one who dreamed up this ethereal afterlife destination “Jalenazano,” where “energy dolphins” and other magical creatures reside, if only he and his devotees can shed their mortal bodies, “the chrysalis from which we emerge as our true selves!”

It’s the spring of 2000, and Will has attracted a collection of self-esteem-starved souls seeking meaning. Chunky monkey Chip (Halkias) is their mouthy wildcard, a victim of his needs and impulses — he masturbates and eats blurts-out whatever on his mind at this moment.

Sharing a sacremental drink from the same cup as the cult lady with herpes sores?”Can I get maybe another cup?”

Chip is always getting sent to “The Punishment Barn” to  shiver and sleep and reflect on his latest transgression. But after the cult members have talked about their faith and their dreams for that videotape Will entrusts slovenly, scatterbrained Chip to deliver than vhs to a TV newscaster who will spread their message to the world.

Chip’s junk food run distracts him from his task, and when he gets back, they’re all dead. He covers his tracks and goes home to the family gravel distribution business (Ethan Suplee plays his sneering, abusive brother). But when the news finally gets out that the cult has killed itself, it turns out that Will wasn’t among the dead. He’s wanted.

Chip, forgetting all the impulses that didn’t pay off — karate training in Japan when sumo was his best bet — and life paths he never followed through on, vows to track the con-man/murderer down. But when he finds Will disguised as the world’s worst kid’s party clown, “justice” and “revenge” are forgotten.

Let’s start another cult, “do it RIGHT this time,” with Chip as “co-leader.” All they need are the right sort of lost, dorky dead-enders and they’ll be ready for “transcendence” all over again.

Katy Fullan plays a volatile, self-esteem-starved young woman raging at the judge who took away the child she wasn’t fit to raise. And Eric Rahill is just the guy they’re looking for among all the recruits strolling out of the Armed Forces Recruitment office. “Strong?” No. “Focused?” No. Tyler looks rejected and dejected, even though he showed up wearing storebought Army combat fatigues.

“They say dress for the job you want!”

This motley crew makes its away cross country, stealing, adding to their ranks and hiding their true goal — this “family” is a cult, and this isn’t our first — from the new acolytes.

The gags are profane and slapshticky, with Halkias looking for laughs in the simple act of a rotund slob running. The sinister subtext is kept on simmer until it pops back up, and a retired lady wrestler (Sarafina Vecchio) is introduced for some third act lowdown and dirty chuckles.

But the big laughs aren’t here and a dirty, crude collection of gross jokes and body-shaming sight gags can only get you so far.

Any indie comedy that achieves “kind of watchable” is a win. But “Let’s Start a Cult” has “Dumb and Dumber,” “Billy Madison” ambitions and never comes close to achieving them.

Rating: unrated, mass suicide, sex, nudity, profanity

Cast: Stavros Halkias, Wes Haney, Katy Fullan, Eric Rahill, Sarafina Vecchio and Ethan Suplee

Credits: Directed by Ben Kitnick, scripted by Wes Haney, Ben Kitnick and Stavros Halkias. A Dark Sky release.

Running time: 1:31

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Movie Review: Pakistan’s animated Best International Feature submission, “The Glassworker”

“The Glassworker” is a steampunk fantasy romance in the anime style. Its novelty is that it’s the first Pakistani animated film of this type, and is Pakistan’s submission to the Academy of Motion Picture Arts & Sciences as a contender for a Best International Feature nomination.

There’s a long tradition of animated film and TV coming out of the Islamic world, but the most famous animated film in that setting was a Franco-US co-production, “Persepolis,” some years back.

Director Usman Riaz and screenwriter Moya O’Shea created a story that deals allegorically with Pakistan’s long history of conflicts, and do it in a steampunk fable with exotic airships, heroic early 20th century soldiers on foot and horseback and something no Pakistani town can exist without — a local djinn.

The story is about an apprentice glassblower who matures into an artist in glass, loving an army officer’s daughter from childhood onward. Its message is “Artists must create” and that there’s little room for nationalism or militarism in that mindset.

That’s just one of the obstacles that stand in the way of Vincent’s love for Alliz. He’s a fifth generation glassblower at Oliver Glassworks, the family firm. He meets Alliz at about age 11, when he is still too young to have blown his own glass but she is already a child prodigy on the violin.

He breaks his father Tomas’s edict about using the kiln without him around. But as Dad’s kept him out of school because “what you NEED to learn about is making glass,” maybe the old man will cut him some slack.

The story of Alliz and Vincent is told in flashback. He’s a famous artist now opening an exhibition at the Waterfront Town version of the Crystal Palance. She’s been out of his life for years, but she’s written him a letter.

In their youth, the clicked and clashed. She’s the daughter of Col. Amano. His father’s militantly anti-war and anti-military. She is an accomplished player when he meets her. But she just “interprets” others’ music. When he’s old enough and making his own art glass pieces, he insults her by saying “Artists CREATE.” They don’t just perform others’ work.

As they get older, there’s a love triangle as she is pursued by Malik, her classmate and now soldier under her father. Circumstances keep Vincent from being there for Alliz, and from telling her how he really feels.

The romance is blandly pro forma, even if the animation — under-animated in the anme style — is impressive.

There’s a lot of footage of glass blowing, discussion of “the world’s best sand” for making glass and the like. The disapproving parents element is played-up, then abruptly-dropped, at least in one case.

The design is vintage steam punk — baroque zeppelins powered by steam, sleekly modern pusher style airplanes, but people getting about on foot or on horseback when they’re not flying.

The street signs and letters are in English, but the film’s original soundtrack is acted-out in Urdu (or dubbed into English), as if “The Glassbower” was always intended for export.

As a first effort from a feature film animation start-up, it’s not in the same league with Studio Ghibli anime steampunk like “Howl’s Moviing Castle.” But it’s not bad even if the story is seriously unchallenging. Is it good enough to break through in the Best Animated Feature category? Probably not, not with slicker Pixar, Disney and Dreamworks fare as its competition.

But “The Glassworker” is well-crafted proof that even in the Middle East, the animation revolution will be televised, and shown in cinemas.

Rating: Unrated, violence

Cast: The voices of Khaled Anam, Mooroo, Mariam Paracha, Ameed Riaz, Mahum Moazzam, Aysha Sheikh, Dino Ali and Faiza Kazi in the Urdu version,
Anjli Mohindra, Anjli Mohindra, Sacha Dhawan,
Tony Jayawardena and Mina Anwar in the English language version.

Credits: Directed by Usman Riaz, scripted by Moya O’Shea. A Mano Studios?Charade release.

Running time: 1:38

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Movie Preview: Jon Heder’s a builder out of his depth, Billy Zane is Marlon in “Waltzing with Brando”

Richard Dreyfuss, Tia Carrere and Rob Corddry are also in the cast of this Brando-impersonation comedy, with Zane channeling Mr. Method on the set, in chat shows and with a builder (Heder) he wants to fulfill his vision of a compound — or hotel and house — on his own Tahitian island.

The impersonation comes and goes in effectiveness in this trailer.

It is really coming out at the end of the month? From an unheralded distributor?

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Movie Review: Buster Keaton in a “Minions” comedy by Terry Gilliam? “Hundreds of Beavers”

We tend to think of slapstick comedy gag writing as a lost art. It didn’t die along with Buster Keaton and Charlie Chaplin, but its most acclaimed practioners these days are in animation, heirs to the Chuck Jones/Looney Tunes tradition.

But here’s a side-splitting, cartoonish but live-action comedy about a frontier drunkard, fur trapping and never quite obtaining the basics of survival in wintry 19th century Wisconsin.

In “Hundreds of Beavers,” food, shelter, clothing and companionship are kept just beyond the reach of the hapless hero in an increasingly hilarious and downright deranged farce that features a sea of woodland creatures played by people in fuzzy mascot costumes.

It’s from the creators of the whimsical and even more nonsensical “Lake Michigan Monster,” writer-director Mike Cheslik and co-writer/star Ryland Brickson Cole Tews. Whatever absurdist bar they set for themselves there, with “Beavers” they clear it with a knockabout romp that plays like a Wile E. Coyote cartoon, borrows from The Old Masters of silent slapstick and finds its laughs the old fashioned way — with somebody getting bonked of bested, falling down a hole or pounded on the noggin by a woodpecker.

For their latest trick, Cheslik and Tews go even more primitive in their search for “primal” comedy with a pretty much dialogue-free black and white slapstick farce about the hard life on the frontier.

A musical prologue introduces us to apple-growing/hard-cider (applejack) distilling Jean Kayak (Tews), his success and downfall — a drunken accident destroys his business. The tale of Jean Kayak and applejack is half-animated, half-danced and sung by a Pythonesque chorus.

And when Jean shifts his focus to just staying alive in the bitter cold — building a fire, struggling to fish or hunt himself something to eat, the movie changes titles to Jean Kayak and “Hundreds of Beavers.”

That’s the pelt most-valued in the 1810s or so, the one the surly trader (Doug Mancheski) will barter for. Well, that and raccoons, maybe rabbits, too.

Not that Jean is any good at outsmarting, catching and killing them. He needs rescuing by the bearded, sleigh-riding Master Trapper (Wes Tank), and the occasional life-saving barter with The Indian (Luis Rico).

But the trapper, his pelts and his dogs (more actors in mascot suits) are taken by wolves, one and two by two. The Indian is only so much help.

As the trader has a flirty, fetching skinner/furrier daughter (Olivia Graves) Jean is motivated to persevere, trapping his way towards competence, trading his way towards the “hundreds of beavers” the trader will take as the price of his daughter’s hand.

The filmmaking is simple, crude and quite funny, with in-camera effects and the cheapest digital ones available that put our hero and the wildlife in snowbound conflict on an ice-covered lake where the beavers are organized and building the most elaborate dam and lodge this side of the Waldorf.

We see Jean scheme and study and learn and luck into pelt after pelt, so many that a silent beaver version of Holmes and Dr. Watson start investigating his “crimes.”

A climactic chase through the beaverworks is as cartoonish as it gets, with a horde of beavers tumbling after Jean in an image borrowed from Keaton’s classic “Seven Chances.”

The furrier’s daughter’s behind-daddy’s-back flirtation ups the ante until a stripper pole is introduced.

Sight gag after sight gag follows pratfall after pratfall. The narrative runs on a tad too long, meandering into more and more convoluted messes. But I was in slack-jawed awe at the gag-writing/problem solving on display here. Getting our hero into and out of the wolves’ cave, into the beaver lodge, or into a bartering position to succeed at this wild hare and beaver trapping enterprise is a marvel of visual wit.

Tews was wacky and droll in “Lake Michigan Monster.” Here, he reverts to mime and the occasional daft scream, an intrepid Everyman we root for — and against. Because beavers and bunnies are cute, right?

It is the funniest film you’ll see this year, made on a shoestring and costumed on the cheap, because buying beaver, rabbit and raccoon suits in bulk is the best way to visualize “Hundreds of Beavers” and the trappers who cross them.

Rating: unrated, comic violence, pole dancing

Cast: Ryland Brickson Cole Tews, Olivia Graves, Doug Mancheski, Luis Rico and Wes Tank

Credits: Directed by Mike Cheslik, scripted by Ryland Brickson Cole Tews and Mike Cheslik. An SRH
release available on Apple TV, Amazon, etc.

Running time: 1:48

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Movie Review: Martial Arts Magic, Mystery and Mayhem delivered by “The Tai Chi Master”

I’m not a big fan of fantasy action films, but I make an inception when the phrase “martial arts” is tossed in.

One can never have too much flying wirework, too many mystical punches that could flatten mountains or heroes who utter the ancient profundities of the genre with all the gravitas of Confucius.

“The highest excellence is like water, which nourishes all while not competing with all.”

Even if that came from a fortune cookie, that’s what you want from the latest actioner titled “The Tai Chi Master.”

Genre veteran Yue Wu stars as Zhang Junbao, a swaggering, wine-loving hero who can hold his liquor, otherwise he’d be another “Drunken Master.”

He’s the wild card martial arts wizard tossed into a salad of Song Dynasty shenanigans involving competing cults and sects, supernaturalism, giant silkworms that devour men and women and spit silk webs to trap their prey, a long-imprisoned wizard who might be freed by The Iron Box Key and lots of flying feet and fists.

“The Tai Chi Master” is parked right on the edge of silly, flirting with somber when heroes and heroines die, and truth be told, the plot makes little to no sense. But sequences play and some of the fights are borderline epic. And even if this “Tai Chi Master” is more reliant on CGI sets and effects than the Jet Li/Michelle Yeoh “Tai Chi Master” of 1993, it’s rarely less than watchable even through the dull middle acts.

We meet Junbao in a city under siege, where the Di Clan (Yi Long plays their sadistic leader) is about to storm in thanks to his secret weapon — catapults that hurl commandos in ancient Chinese wingsuits, who sail over the walls to open the gates.

Our hero intevenes with the help of his bratty little girl/martial artist sidekick (Zhang Mingcan)/ Before all is said and slapped, they’ll have a whole lot of wizards and witches to get through to accomplish whatever vague mission he has to finish.

He must fight Man Feng (Ganggang Wang) to lead their clan, fight to escape the clutches of a supernaturally-imprisoned wizard (Simpson Tang), ally himself with the mysterious flutist/warrior Yue Er (Yan Liu) and fight her venomously beautiful opposite number (Ruoxi Li) and others while enduring lectures on the idea that there are “evil” forms of martial arts, and on balancing his own yin and yang in and out of combat.

The first act is the flashiest and the most promising, as our hero shows himself to be the “reluctant hero.” Fighting to save Yeching City is “not my problem” (in Mandarin with English subtitles), “none of my business,” and most importantly, “not my DESTINY.”

OK. We get it.

The effects are quite good, although if you’ve seen one giant worm with a triangular mouth of teeth you’ve seen them all.

The fights can be fun, but all this insistence on weaving Chinese myth and mysticism and indentifying factions bogs the picture down in between throw-downs.

Call it what it is, a B-movie of its type. Crack open a bottle of Junbao’s libation of choice (“Peach wine!”) and ignore the plot and you’ll be fine.

Rating: unrated, fantasy violence, some of it grisly

Cast: Yue Wu, Yan Liu, Ruoxi Li,
Mingcan Zhang, Yi Long and
Kai Zhang

Credits: Directed by Siyi Cheng and Zhenzhao Lin, scripted by Mengmeng Huang and
Huan Niu. A Hi-YAH!/Well Go USA release.

Running time: 1:31

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Netflixable? Teen tries to intervene in a slashing spree — “Time Cut”

There are a couple of extra twists in the time travel conundrun presented in “Time Cut,” a tale of teens terrorized by a mad slasher in small town Minnesota. 2003.

Serious moral choices are faced, in addition to the “can’t change the past without changing the future” paradoxes of such movies.

That’s a good thing, because the slasher movie all this time traveling is attached to is an unintentionally funny bust.

It features a rubber-masked nut-with-a-knife. Yawn. The killer comes at one victim with a grim reaper’s scythe at one point. I mean, come on.

Kids new to the genre experiencing this “Halloween” to “Scream” variation will also get a taste of the most head-slappingly-obvious product placement in recent film history.

If you can’t decide between Oliver Garden or just snacking on a Butterfinger afterwards, you’ll know Netflix’s machinations worked.

But it’s a slasher star vehicle for “Outer Banks” ingenue Madison Bailey, and she acquits hewrself with honor in a narrative that could not be more generic were it not for her and the whole time traveling thing.

“Time Cut” opens with the final murder in a spree killing. Somebody murdered a handful of teens in Sweetly, Minnesota (it was filmed in and around Winnepeg, Manitoba) back in mid-April of 2003. The killer wore a blonde villain’s mask. Summer (Antonia Gentry) was the last victim.

In 2024, Summer’s sister Lucy (Bailey) lives with the consequences of that before-she-was-born murder. Her parents pay tribute every April 18, and keep Summer’s room as it was, a shrine. Lucy’s town is a shell of what it was back then.

But perhaps that’s why Lucy’s all about the science of getting out. She’s won a NASA summer internship which her fretfully protective parents (Rachel Crawford, Michael Shanks) will never go for.

A flash of light in a barn on the farm where that last murder took place lures Lucy in, where she discovers a TIME MACHINE, you guys! She stumbles into its laser beams, and next thing she knows, she’s stuck in 2003 — a bit too fashion-forward to fit in, with an iPhone that can’t find a connection and beloved science teacher (Jordan Pettle) who has no idea who she is, and is 20 years younger.

And then there’s that perky, popular classmate who turns heads. That would be Summer, still alive as the slashing has yet to begin.

Lucy stumbled across Summer’s letter stash and has some suspicions about who the killer might have been. She can poke around, listen in and make some guesses.

First, though, she’s got to prove how girlhood has changed in 20 years by getting tough and intervening in a school bullying ritual. She’s got to meet the smartest kid in school, science nerd Quinn (Griffin Gluck), the one person who might buy in to her crazy story.

She’s got to subject herself to new bestie Summer’s makeover montage and condition herself to enjoy the girl pop of Vanessa Carlton, Hillary Duff and Avril Lavigne.

Go to the cops? That wouldn’t help this little-effort-involved plot. Lucy and Summer’s dad’s place of employment is so convenient to the narrative that it might provoke a laugh.

Otherwise, there isn’t much humor ro this, “Marty McFly” references included. Every dangerous situation is set-up so obviously as to scream “CONTRIVED.” Legions of “Scream” movies have ridiculed these conventions and the genre’s most obvious turns.

But the moral quandary of who to save or try to save, who to let die or who to kill is almost interesting.

Not that any of the young cast brings much to the shock, grief and terror everybody in Sweetly High should be experiencing when the murderous mayhem starts. Only Bailey comes close to adding that to her character’s emotional repertoire. And “close” here just doens’t cut it.

Rating: TV-14, violence

Cast: Madison Bailey, Antonia Gentry, Griffin Gluck, Samuel Braun and Megan Best.

Credits: Directed by Hannah Macpherson, scripted by Michael Kennedy and Hannah Macpherson. A Netflix release.

Running time: 1:31

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Movie Preview: Tilda Swinton, Michael Shannon, George MacKay, “The End”

This one has me intrigued. A small cast of survivors,  including Moses Ingram, sing through the Apocalypse.

Dec. 6.

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Movie Preview: Ken Jeong moves the Fam to rural Wyoming — “A Great Divide”

San Fran sophisticates experience culture shock and xenophobia out in the Red State West.

Dr. Ken does his thing. Could be cute and biting.

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