Movie Preview: A Big Mistake means a future full of “Reminders of Him”

This romantic weeper is based on a Colleen Hoover (“This Ends with Us”) novel and Maika Monrue and Tyriq Withers star in it, with Lauren Graham and Bradley Whitford.

In theaters March 13.

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Netflixable? “Expert” must Solve a Mystery in under “27 Nights”

The orderlies who have shown up at the posh townhouse have a question.

“Is she aware of what’s happening?”

The two daughters waffle and deflect, with one more certain of the decision than the other. She’s the one who figures the phrase “It’s for your own good, Mom,” should be code for a nurse sedating their mother for the trip to a mental hospital should she give them any trouble.

The old woman, her hair still dyed fiery red, smiles and complies even as she wonders where they’re taking her “at this time of night.” She ponders the earrings her oldest is wearing. Weren’t those mine? She gives the 50ish “kid” such a pinch.

When she’s delivered to her destination, she’s just conscious enough to state her intentions from the gurney she’s strapped to.

“I am not spending a single night in here!”

“27 Nights” of her insisting “I don’t belong here” later, she is home and the courts are involved. The mystery? Does Martha Hoffman, 83 year-old art collector, bon vivant, drinker and partier, have control of her faculties? Does she need to be in care? Or is she just “eccentric?”

Director, writer and co-star Daniel Hendler‘s film is a mystery, a journey of personal growth and a quixotic quest to diagnose what constitutes “eccentric” behavior and what relatives and the courts might consider insane.

Hendler plays the “expert” forensic psychotherapist assigned the job of making that determination about Martha (Marilú Marini), a woman whose daughters Myriam (Carla Peterson) and Olga (Paula Grinzspan) and other experts have decreed is drinking, partying and giving away the family fortune to grifting, leeching artsy types.

There’s a missing Dalí among other objects, an impulsive intent to finance some sort of art center being set up by this sketchy artist’s collective, and a tendency to carry on like a randy, hard-drinking 25 year-old.

Martha resented the internment and is brittle under “interrogation,” resisting methodical plodder Casares, who may be an introvert and easily pushed around, but who is determined to grill her with his signature “questionaire” to get a handle on her sanity.

Martha evades. Martha insults. Martha distracts.

And stumbling into those sketchy-sketchier-and-sketchiest artists and their ringerleader, the flamboyant Girves (Humberto Tortonese), hauling stuff out of Martha’s townhouse, Casares can see the daughters’ point.

But pressure from the judge in charge (Roberto Suárez) to rush through this and sign off on it, mysteriously missing brain scans that the certain-of-his-own-brilliance psychotherapist (Ezequiel Díaz) used to justify her hospitalization and a general concern with “heirlooms” and other matters financial have our “expert” investigator in a quandary.

Add to that Martha’s efforts to bring him out of his shell, ply him with drinks and encourage him to be more sociable — helpful assistant Alejandra (Julieta Zylberberg) gets his attention — and Casares doesn’t know what to think.

Hendler as star makes a dogged “hero,” someone not above having his head turned by every fresh bit of “evidence,” every revelation of this or that “agenda.” Casares is a slave to his beeper (the film is an early ’90s period piece) and beholden to his father, whom he lives with and who has more of a social life than his son ever has.

As a director, Hendler parks us on that teeter-totter with Casares, uncertain who is taking advantage of whom.

The artists collective is a druggy, impoverished lot with a lot of radical ideas about economics.

“Money trickled down to the arts is a drizzle of justice” (in Spanish with English subtitles, or dubbed) would seem to excuse all manner of looting.

The daughters? They seem more worried about the dough-re-mi.

Screen veteran Marini doesn’t make Martha a cute “Harvey” eccentric cliche. She hints that the woman is paranoid. Perhaps she’s aged into someone naive enough to be preyed upon, gotten careless about who she associates with and is gullibly giving it all away. But as Martha she makes us wonder if that’s a reason enough to take away her independence?

The structure of the script — with the “investigation” happening in the fictive present (the film is “inspired by a true story”) and what happened during those “27 Nights” and days discovered in flashbacks — ensures that we invest in the mystery as Casares discovers things that should sway him to one conclusion or the other.

And the finale has a flash of warmth that is surprisingly moving.

It’s slow, but uneven narrative or not, the picture works, and probably better with subtitles (if you don’t speak Spanish) than with the colorless and over-simplified dubbed English language soundtrack.

Rating: TV-MA, drugs, alcohol, profanity

Cast: Marilú Marini, Daniel Hendler, Carla Peterson, Paula Grinzspan, Julieta Zylberberg and
Humberto Tortonese

Credits: Directed by Daniel Hendler, scripted by Daniel Hendler, Mariano Llinás and Martín Mauregui, based on a book by Natalia Zito. A Netflix release.

Running time: 1:47

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Movie Review: An “Anniversary” that Democracy Shouldn’t Celebrate, but Dread

Critics — the thinking ones anyway — have been wearing out the phrase “a movie of its moment” these past couple of years.

A leader out to tear the country to pieces surfed a tidal wave of oligarch money, ignorance and hate to power. Films from “Joker” and “Civil War” to “One Battle After Another” have spoken — directly or indirectly — to America’s division and the current existential and Constitutional crisis.

But “Anniversary” is the movie that brings it all home, parking the autocrats with the democrats under the same roof. It’s a dystopian parable about the furious schisms in families wrought by political division, the normalizing of intolerance and indecency and “principles” that aren’t of much use when masked goons are knocking at your door.

Polish director Jan Komasa (“The Hater” and the Oscar-nominated “Corpus Christi” were his), first-time-feature screenwriter Lori Rosene-Gambino and a star-studded cast take us into a toxic landscape where battle lines are drawn and the only ones trying to keep the peace are ineffectual because they refuse to recognize the peril in not taking sides.

And it all happens under a single roof, a family torn to pieces over five years of “anniversaries” that devolve from pained celebrations to the muzzled, menaced lashing out against the autocracy one family cannot keep from taking over.

Ellen and Paul Taylor (Diane Lane and Kyle Chandler) are a D.C. “power couple” of the second tier. She’s an academic who declines to align herself as either a “conservative or liberal,” but lets her passion for the Constitution, the Rule of Law, freedom and human rights out every time she shows up on a TV political debate show. Paul’s a veteran restaurateur whose Capital City eatery has drawn a generation of the connected rich, the elected and the appointed.

Daughter Anna (“Orange is the New Black” breakout Madeline Brewer) has become a popular hot-button-issue comic. Younger daughter Cynthia (Zoey Deutch of “Set It Up”) is a hardnosed lawyer married to a fellow attorney (Daryl McCormack of “Good Luck to You, Leo Grande”) and partner with whom she tackles environmental cases.

And youngest daughter Birdie (McKenna Grace of “The Handmaid’s Tale” and “Ghostbusters: Afterlife”) is still in school, an aspiring biologist already expert in the funguses of the Potomac River.

But as the Taylors celebrate their 25th anniversary, only son Josh (Dylan O’Brien from the “Maze Runner” movies and TV’s “Teen Wolf”) is the one who turns over the table at this posh party Dad catered and set up. He’s shown up with his petite and ever-so-proper new lady friend, Liz. And Liz (Phoebe Dynevor of TV’s “Bridgerton”) and Josh’s mom have history.

Liz was one of those entitled young academics who wanted to speak her autocracy-embracing mind in class, whose entitlement included flipping out when her self-assured fascist certitudes got slapped down by Professor Ellen, who found the glib “one party” advocacy of her student “dangerous. Ellen isn’t buying Liz’s connection to her aspiring writer-son as a coincidence.

“What do you want, Elizabeth?”

Gullible, failing novelist Josh doesn’t see a problem here. “Give her a chance and you might like her.” Her husband dismisses her alarm at Liz’s “radical idealogy.” “College students…they’re all a bunch of little Mussolinis.”

But we and Ellen see through the calculation of the young woman with a right wing corporation/think tank’s book deal.

“You know, I used to be afraid of you,” Liz coos. “But I don’t think I am any more.”

That book, “The Change,” has big money backers and media amplification, thanks to its telegenic author. She may be the classic “stupid person’s idea of what a smart person sounds like,” a Bari Weiss, Charlie Kirk, Andrew Tate “influencer” of the easily influenced, spouting talking points the superrich tax-avoidances class are happy to underwrite.

Her book is quicjly ginned up into a “movement,” complete with bastardized Stars and Stripes flown by fools who fall for the Orwellian double-speak of The Cumberland Company and its compliant talking heads.

“Anniversary” is about the years-long consequences of this coupling, which may have begun as Liz’s ultimate revenge on a smug-smarter-than-her academic but which spirals into drone-enforced “curfews,” political persecution (Anna goes into hiding), where even the census is weaponized to intimidate those who don’t meekly fall into line.

Over the course of five years of future anniversaries, the Taylor family is torn asunder, and America falls with it.

The performances in this living current events dystopia crackle with brittle fury, with Lane snapping time and again, Grace channeling outrage into Anna’s woke lesbian stage act and O’Brien reminding us that dictatorships run on mediocrities just like him, failures empowered by finding the right whipping boy and joining those doing the whipping.

The “just a perspective outside your own” threat will be minimized and characters will be radicalized, recriminations will be whispered and doublespeak celebrated. Chandler’s nuanced turn stands out as Paul’s determination to hang on to a business with out-of-political-favor baggage and a family that won’t listen to his “no politics at the table” frustrates even a peacemaker like him.

Oh, how we’ll miss those “turkey and (Native American) genocide” Thanksgiving debates when the right wing thought police are in charge.

The narrative features assorted tugs-of-war over the mortal soul of some characters, with others of the Rally Around Mom No Matter What mindset. Who is “grooming” whom may be in doubt, but there is no arguing about which side has more sinister intent.

There are few accidents in movies, and making a Crowded House classic “our song” for the anniversary couple forces the viewer to consider what lyrics like “There is freedom within, there is freedom without” mean.

Director Komasa even plays with star Diane Lane’s punk film teen years in the music that Ellen jams to when nobody’s around. “Punk” is a word assorted right wing figures are appropriating to describe their idea of civil debate, their journalism and their ethos, something reflected in Liz’s espoused “philosophy.

And get a load of what the button-pushing comic Anna named her dog if you want to see where her finger points as to How We Got Here. “Garland.”

It’s a lot to take in, but considering how everybody’s favorite description of the past ten years is “It’s been a lot,” that’s only fitting.

“Anniversary” may be, like its “movie of the moment” forebears, another shout into the void. But everybody involved — especially Lane, whose performance is another career highlight — can take heart in trying to sum up democracy’s collapse as seen through one, generally slow-to-alarm inside-the-beltway family’s disintegration. Yeah, it happened like this.

Rating: R, violence, profanity, sex is discussed

Cast: Diane Lane, Kyle Chandler, Phoebe Dynevor, McKenna Grace, Madeline Brewer, Daryl McCormack, Dylan O’Brien and Zoey Deutch.

Credits: Directed by Jan Komasa, scripted by Lori Rosene-Gambino. A Lionsgate release.

Running time: 1:51

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Movie Preview: Bard and Bride lose a Little Boy and a Masterpiece is Inspired —  “Hamnet”

Jessie Buckley and Paul Mescal star in this prestige picture/ awards bait from director Chloe Zhao and historical novelist Maggie O’Farrell.

Dec. 12.

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Movie Preview: “Nuremberg,” the final British trailer

Rami and Shannon and Slattery and Russell Freaking Crowe as Hermann Goerring in an Oscar bait Oscar winner studded reminder of what we do to fascists. 

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Movie Review: Louis Mandylor commits another War (Movie) Atrocity — “Prisoner of War”

The director and star of the most laughably under-researched WWII action pic in ages strikes again with “Prisoner of War,” a Scott Adkins martial arts star vehicle that puts a kickboxing RAF pilot on the Bataan Peninsula of the Philippines in time for the “Bataan Death March.”

The director of “3 Days in Malay” — an ahistorical atrocity like no other — serves up a timeline-botched prisoner of war tale with kamikaze-attacked convoys, Navajo code talkers, captured Japanese walkie talkies with the range of modern sat phones and Bugs Bunny physics involving gliders.

As our RAF pilot claims to have taken off from a “banana boat” to end up getting his CGI Spitfire (Maybe it was a Hurricane) shot down in April of ’42 over Luzon, and soldiers use then-new and little-used in America police dept. “10” codes (“10-4”) there’s no point in turning the endless anachronisms and “goofs” into a drinking game unless suicide by alcohol poisoning is your aim.

Nobody wants a Louis Mandylor movie (or a Scott Adkins one for that matter) to be the last sights and memories you have in life.

Adkins plays Wing Commander James Wright, also an SAS commando, he insists, who gets shot down, slaughters assorted oddly-uniformed Japanese soldiers, is taken prisoner and hears the phrase “Tomorrow, you DIE” the first of many many times.

We first meet Wright as he stalks into a Tokyo dojo in 1950 hunting for the Lt. Col. Ito (Peter Skinkoda) who tortured and murdered prisoners at the camp where he was held during the war. Wright beats the hell out of the entire dojo when Ito’s son (Kansuke Asano) sics the lot of them on him.

Flashbacks tell us of the crash, the other inmates (Michael Rene Walton, Michael Capon, et al) and assorted guards Wright dispatches whenever Lt. Col. Ito sadistically ordains a fight between his guards and his prisoners. It does little for Japanese morale when Wright and a few hulking Americans hold their own with the vaunted martial artists of Japan.

Beheadings are threatened and delivered, just not to Wright. Prisoners are summarily shot for any infraction. Wright beats their behinds and kills more than a few, and somehow gets away with it.

Plans to escape are discussed, a glider turns up in the islands years before they were used in that part of the world (the timeline is borderline non-existant). And the Japanese cast members seem a tad discouraged and dispirited by taking this gig. They must have seen “3 Days in Malay.”

At least Adkins handles the fights with skill if not a whole lot of originality.

The script is an incompetent mash-up of WWII and Vietnam War POW picture cliches. The direction is lax and uninspired, which explains how 75 minutes worth of plot, characters and action becomes a 112 minute movie.

And yet Mandylor has other pictures in the can as I type this. Go figure.

Rating: R, violence, torture scenes

Cast: Scott Adkins, Peter Shinkoda, Gabbi Garcia, Michael Rene Walton, Michael Capon, Masanori Mimoto and Kansuke Asano.

Credits: Directed by Louis Mandylor, scripted by Scott Adkins and Marc Clebanoff. A Well Go USA release

Running time: 1:52

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Movie Preview: Coming of Age in a Slovenian Catholic School — “Little Trouble Girls”

Writer-director Urška Djukić’s debut feature is about 16 year olds learning about life and love and sex and what not.

Looks lovely. And altogether artier than “Catholic Schoolgirls in Trouble,” a trailer you might remember from “Kentucky Fried Movie” from the “Animal House” era.

Dec. 5, from Kino Lorber.

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Movie Review: A Twee Brit Romance with a Bittersweet Taste, “The Ballad of Wallis Island”

Ever so slight and so very, very British, “The Ballad of Wallis Island” passes the time like reading P.G. Wodehouse with a cup of Earl Grey on a rainy autumn afternoon.

A couple of supporting players from British TV cooked this up and play our not-quite Jeeves and Wooster, with a woman sort of coming between them or viewed another way, summoned to give them a reason to go on.

“Alan Partridge” survivor Tim Key is a bearded, redheaded walking/punning British cliche, a shy, repressed bloke who’s won the lottery and decided what he’d really like, after buying the nicest, biggest house on tiny,windswept Wallis Island (Ramsey Island and parts of  Carmarthenshire were the filming locations), is to hear his favorite folk pop duo, McGwywer Mortimer, reunite and play one more show.

He puts up the cash and signs the contract. But he doesn’t tell the estranged pair (Tom Basden of Ricky Gervais’s “After Life,” and Carey Mulligan) or their management anything in the way of details.

The place is remote, reached only by a weathered 16 foot beach skiff. This will be no “Glastonbury.” The place’s population is low, and how they can afford a store and a phone box with almost no residents is a wonder. The show is basically for lottery winner Charles.

And neither singer/songwriter/guitarist Herb McGywer nor singer and onetime songwriter Nell Mortimer know the other will be coming. The payday will be so big his manager and her husband (Akemnji Ndifornyen) didn’t ask a lot of questions.

Imagine their shock when they wade to the beach to be greeted by the fill-the-awkwardness-with-words chatterbox Charles.

“How many people” will hear them? “Less than 100” is as specific as Charles gets. As it rains a lot, he’s inclined to be prepared himself and pointlessly note that Herb isn’t.

“You are Dame Judi. Dame Judi drenched!

Being on the spectrum awkward has Charles hunting for puns in every sentence, often ruining them by “explaining” them as is the way of those who don’t pick up on social signals. “Let’s go, then” would never do when he can summon some twisted Shakespeare.

“Shall I plod on, MacDuff?”

Herb’s phone gets soaked and he can’t even find rice to dry it out at the tiny local story run by single mom Amanda (Sian Clifford). He needs change to use the phone, hands Charles a £50 pound note and is handed a full lack of coins.

He’s barely dried off and gotten his bearings when he realizes that it won’t be his solo work that he’s playing (he has a new album in the works) and that neither he nor Nell knew the other was coming. He won’t be able to dodge chatty/nosey Charles’ “Whom dumped or was dump by whom?” queries much longer.

When Nell shows up — she moved to Portland, Oregon after the breakup — she’s got a husband Peter in tow. We don’t have to wonder what Charles was thinking. And as Peter’s as avid birder and takes off on a puffin tour of the island, people who have and haven’t moved on will thrown together in what seems like an inevitable plot.

It’s a credit to Key, Basden and first time feature director James Griffiths that the story trips up expectations at most every turn, often to comical and charming effect.

Charles has a grass tennis court and a shockingly good serve, Herb discovers. But as the jackpot winner hasn’t had anyone’s serve to return in eons, their match is sure to be deadlocked.

In fleshing out a short film they made with these characters and this story back in 2007, Basden, Key and Griffiths reach for deeper hurt and fuller explanations of the how and why everyone is like they are. Mulligan signed on and made the film plausible, in terms of star power finances. But what all involved were hired to do was to underplay their characters. They explore the infamous British reserve, where so much is left unsaid, suffering in silence is a national sport and punning a birthright obligation, and do it all in a “Jane Eyre/Wuthering Heights” setting.

The songs are pleasant enough, with Basden a convincing troubador and Mulligan not bad at all at harmonizing. But this isn’t “Once.” “Pleasant enough” carries a lot of baggage in describing the tunes. There’s not much here that would seem to merit obsessive fandom.

That said, the performances are spot on. And all involved have made a marvelously melancholy “feel good” movie that ticks off so many Brit film boxes — eccentric characters, quaint and soggy setting, emotions kept under wraps and a charming, wistful story about moving on, being smart enough to realize the need for it and kind enough to help others manage it as well.

Rating: PG-13, smoking, profanity

Cast: Tom Basden, Tim Key, Sian Clifford,
Akemnji Ndifornyen and Carey Mulligan,

Credits: Directed by James Griffiths, scripted by Tom Basden and Tim Key. A Focus Features release now on Amazon Prime.

Running time: 1:38

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Documentary Review: The “Mr. Scorsese” Saga in Five Parts

Film buffs idolize him. Film students long to become him. His fellow filmmakers emulate him. Actors long to work with him. And film journalists relish the chance to bask in his presence and find something to ask or say to him that gets that infectious laugh going.

Martin Scorsese emerged as America’s most important movie maker with “Raging Bull.” Hollywood took a bit longer to figure that out. But his decades without Academy Award recognition just burnished his myth, the “maverick,” the artist, the “Hollywood outsider” who made the Greatest American movies in spite of “the system,” “the club” he was never wholly welcomed into.

“Mr. Scorsese” is a deep and somewhat intimate dive into the totality of one of the cinema’s greatest artists, the sort of epic treatment of the director of “Goodfellas,” “Taxi Driver,” “The Wolf of Wall Street” and “The Last Temptation of Christ” that Scorsese himself gave one of his idols — Bob Dylan — for PBS.

Actress turned director (“Personal Velocity,” “”Maggie’s Plan”) and “Mr. Scorsese” director and interviewer Rebecca Miller is part of the extended Scorsese film family. The daughter of the great playwright Arthur Miller is married to Daniel Day-Lewis, who starred in a couple of Scorsese classics — “Gangs of New York” and “The Age of Innocence.”

That gave her access to most everybody who was or is anybody in Scorsese’s life story — from his most famous collaborators DeNiro, DiCaprio and Pesci to his legendary editor, Thelma Schoonmaker, “Taxi Driver” screenwriter turned director Paul Schrader to his most famous ex-wife, Isabella Rossellini.

But her real coup might have been rounding up Scorsese’s paisonos — not just his fellow Italian Americans in the movies — director Brian DePalma, Robert DeNiro, writer Nicholas Pileggi, Leonardo DiCaprio — but his running mates from childhood.

The “small” and “asthmatic” Scorsese grew up with a rough and tumble crew in Flushing, Queens, and Miller interviews them and even has Scorsese sit down with them to joke around and talk about the world they came up in, with slackers, wise guys, “good” Catholics and aspiring cutthroats.

DeNiro grew up a block or two away. “Mean Streets” captured that world, and DeNiro revisited it for a Barry Levinson movie named for the local mob “social club,” “Alto Knights.”

Once Scorsese figured out the priesthood wasn’t for him and turned his passion for movies and drawing his own ersatz “storyboards” telling the stories of his favorite films into film school and then a movie making career, these figures and those settings inspired “Mean Streets” and much of the mob cinema that was to come.

“Mean Streets” truly launched his career and Miller talks Scorsese’s pals into getting the “inspiration” for DeNiro’s breakout character Johnny Boy to sit down with her and own up to the resemblence.

We learn about his earliest film education, “neorealist (Italian classics) on New York TV,” see glimpses of his early student films and learn that independent filmmaker John Cassavettes was an early mentor, one who kindly chewed him out for taking on a cheap Roger Corman-produced genre picture (“Boxcar Bertha”) and planning on another (“I Escaped from Devil’s Island”) rather than film stories from his heart.

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Movie Preview: “Merrily We Roll Along” Sondheim Song and Dances its way onto screen

A filmed stage musical that benefits from casting Daniel Radcliffe as one of the leads, this beloved Stephen Sondheim musical finally earns a big screen release from Sony Pictures Classics and Fathom Entertainment just in time for the holidays (Dec. 5).

It’s an early ’80s musical from the American Master Sondheim and is based on a Moss Hart play from the ’30s, and follows three characters whose close relationship “devolves” over the years.

I’ve seen it on the stage. Reminded me of “Company,” and in mostly good ways.

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