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Oscar winner, daughter of an Oscar winner, brother to Peter, still controversial to some decades after her activism, Jane Fonda has her best comic role since, oh, “Electric Horseman,” with “This is Where I Leave You.” It’s a dysfunctional family of adults tale with her as the tell-all self-help (parenting) author and matriarch whose kids — Jason Bateman, Tina Fey, Adam Driver and Corey Stoll — are in various stages of maladjustment.

She retired for a while, found Jesus for a while, still is called “Hanoi Jane” by conservatives from her demographic (she’s 76.).

Questions for Lady Jane? Comment below.

It’s the dead of winter, box office wise, that gloomy stretch when there’s no sign of life, no notion of when things will turn springlike and pop back to life.

So “Guardians of the Galaxy” will manage another $10 million and win the weekend, due to clear $300 by next Friday or Saturday.

“Let’s Be Cops” climbs to #2, “If I Stay” sticks around and climbs to #3, “Turtles” drops to #4 and everything else fades to black.

“The Identical,” a seriously misguided Elvis roman a clef, barely cracked the top ten.

“The Hundred Foot Journey” is about to clear $25 million. Sloooooooowly.”

“When the Game Stands Tall” lingers in the top ten.

And that’s the sum total of it, way down from last weekend, way down from last year, no real light at the end of the tunnel.

This looks very funny, everybody playing in their comical comfort zones. It opens in a few weeks, I have to see it early because of an interview with Ms. Fonda, the matriarch of this troubled, stumbling clan.

She was the original “Girl With the Dragon Tattoo,” the reason the Swedish films became a worldwide phenomenon. Hollywood came calling, with decidedly mixed results. A “Sherlock Holmes” sequel, an “Alien” prequel. English? Not her first language. Plainly.

But with “The Drop” Noomi Rapace has an English language film that makes great use of her talents and she has the English to make the performance natural. Tom Hardy stars as a seemingly simple Brooklyn bartender caught up in the scheming of Chechen mobsters, an embittered bar boss (James Gandolfini) and some fellows who robbed the bar of its “drop” money from assorted pimps, bookies, etc.

And Noomi is the touchy, damaged woman, Nadia, who had a battered pit bull dumped in her trash can by an abusive ex-beau. Hardy’s bartender takes in the dog and in Nadia.

It’s based on a Dennis Lehane story, and I’m talking with him as well.

Questions for Noomi?

You’re seeing visions of ghosts. You’re hearing voices chanting in Latin. You’ve lost your mother and dad’s promptly taken up with the school nurse. And you suspect someone or something is killing students at this exclusive private girls’ school you’ve just enrolled in.
You’d think a girl would get a little emotional over all that, maybe worked up. Hysteria and panic could be expected.
Not in the way Sophie Curtis (“Arbitrage”) plays pretty, pouty Beckett in the film version of “Innocence,” based on a novel by Jane Mendelsohn. A stylish, moody and atmospheric tale contorted into a young adult horror story, it never works up a decent fright. And Curtis never for one second makes us believe the high stakes that her character supposedly faces. It’s as if both character and actress have been medicated into dullness.
Beckett (Curtis) loses her mother to a surfing accident in the opening scene. That’s why novelist/dad Miles (Linus Roache) relocates them to New York. And that’s how Beckett winds up in the tony Hamilton Prep, a private school where the students are all mean girls, the teachers are all gorgeous and the mothers, alumni and even the school nurse (Kelly Reilly) seem to have just given up the runway.
“Careful, we’re all sick here,” she’s warned.
So Beckett broods, keeps her eyes down, and ignores the voices, the odd scary vision of a ghost in her closet or of a carpet turning to blood right beneath her feet. Typical teen, right?
A classmate kills herself right in front of her, and the odd “Better escape while you can” wisecrack takes on a more sinister meaning. What happens in to the girls here, why is virginity so closely monitored and is Beckett in danger?
Strip out the occasional ghost-faced jolt and “Innocence” plays like a somber, moody TV movie about somber, moody teens. It’s a thriller where director/co-writer Hilary Brougher put all the care into creating atmosphere through casting and filming in a muted, blue-and-grey color palette.
But thrills? Not even in the blood-stained finale.

What works are the realistic, unforced depictions of budding friendship with the sometimes tactless Jen (Sarah Sutherland), budding curious romance with the cute Tobey (Graham Phillips). These kids flirt through skateboarding lessons and shared playlists, give each other bellybutton piercings and generally stay out of trouble.
Maybe it’s because almost all of them seem to be in the care of a psychotherapist (Sarita Choudhury). Maybe it’s the medications Nurse Pamela (Reilly) is giving out.
And maybe the alumni “book club” that keeps meeting and meeting is the source of all the weirdness.
First scene to last, Curtis shows only her poker face. No sign of alarm when the nurse ingratiates herself into her widowed dad’s life, thus keeping a closer eye on Beckett. No sense of urgency to the clues she starts to put together. And apparently, she just shrugs off every nightmare, every waking moment when ghosts, in school uniform, appear to her as if to guide her search.
Sadly, that lack of urgency hangs over the entire film, a draggy 90 minutes or so which no finale can transform into something scary or compelling. Young love and muted colors convey all the “Innocence” you’d want. It’s losing that innocence that fails here.
　
MPAA Rating: unrated, violence, suicide, adult situations
Cast: Sophie Curtis, Kelly Reilly, Linus Roache, Graham Phillips
Credits: Directed by Hilary Brougher, screenplay by Hilary Brougher and Tristine Skyley based on the Jane Mendelsohn novel. A Scion Pictures release.
Running time: 1:34

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“Thunder and the House of Magic” is a beautifully animated cartoon from
Belgium, a kids’ comedy with barely a laugh in it.

Blame it on translation — it has been released in a number of countries,
perhaps it was funnier in German, French or Hungarian. Or blame it on the lack
of gag writers involved. But when the non-name voice actors playing a cat, a
rabbit, a mouse, a kindly old magician and his scheming nephew have nothing to
recite but exposition (story points, not jokes), and the sight gags don’t make
up for that, this pretty bauble just lies there.

A cat is dumped on the streets of suburban Boston, and after dodging Dodges,
Dobermans and skateboarders, he might find shelter in this spooky old house set
back from the street.

But there are gadgets and puppets come to life there, and a cranky old rabbit
and a mouse guarding their turf. This is an elderly magician’s home, and they
don’t want the cat horning in on their lifestyle.

Lawrence (Doug Stone) was and is Lorenzo the Illustrious, a doddering old man
who entertains at children’s hospitals and regales his former sidekicks — the
rabbit, mouse, “love birds” and automata — with the great illusions of his
past. He spies the cat, names him Thunder, and welcomes him in, much to the
rabbit’s chagrin.

Events conspire to land the old man in the hospital, and that’s when
Lawrence’s scheming real-estate agent nephew Daniel (Grant George) springs into
action. He’ll sell the house and put his uncle in a home. Daniel isn’t above
cursing when the critters scheme to foil his attempts to sell, and he’s not
above resorting to taking a shotgun after the cat. He’s allergic, and he blames
the cat for the “accidents” that happen during every sales pitch.

“It’s the Boston River for you!”

“House of magic” feels old school in that regard. Animated films today have
little at stake, and much of what might be called violence has been washed out
of them. Not in Belgium, apparently. Between the family, pulling a moving
trailer behind their car as they abandon their cat, to Daniel’s shotgun blasts
to the wrecking ball he wants to take to the house and all in it, this is
slapstick of an Elmer Fudd hunting Daffy Duck variety.

If only it was that funny.

The animated chases, from the cat’s or mouse’s point of view, are harrowing
and entertaining. The pull-out-the-stops household assaults on real estate
clients and Daniel are chaotic, if never quite hilarious.

“Magic” just has no magic about it, another limp cartoon in a year that has
been littered with them. This Euro-import dispensed with the classic “easy fix”
on weak animation, hiring movie stars to do the voices, letting fly with the
verbal zingers. The big money was spent on the animation. It’s too bad the
script lacks the sight gags or one-liners that could have made this good looking
picture more animated.

　

MPAA Rating: unrated with mild profanity, violence

Cast: The voices of Murray Blue, Shanelle Gray, Doug Stone, Joey Camen,
George Babbit
Credits: Directed by Jeremy Degruson and Ben Stassen, written by James Flynn, Dominic Paris and Ben Stassen. An nWave/Shout Factory release.
Running time: 1:24

A possible franchise, or a horror film dumped onto the first weekend after Labor Day? It’s based on a Jane Mendelsohn novel, part of a series, I think.

“Innocence” stars Sophie Curtis, a prep school girl who has lost her mom, Kelly Reilly as the creepy new redhead in dad’s life and Linus Roache (as the widowed dad who “just doesn’t see” what’s going on.”).

What is REALLY going on in that exclusive, uniformed prep school?

It opens Friday. And they’re showing it at the last minute, class. Why would be?