Jessie Buckley and Paul Mescal star in this prestige picture/ awards bait from director Chloe Zhao and historical novelist Maggie O’Farrell.
Dec. 12.
Jessie Buckley and Paul Mescal star in this prestige picture/ awards bait from director Chloe Zhao and historical novelist Maggie O’Farrell.
Dec. 12.
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.


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
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.




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





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.
Continue readingA 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.
Young folks party in Hawaii. But that chimp “my mom adopted,” who communicates with his human family? He’s not meant to be a pet.
Bad monkey. Bad bad murderously bad CGI monkey. And whatever you do, don’t call this “Primate” a monkey.
Jan. 9.





They were the hottest comic “double act” of their day. Stiller & Meara were never as hip as Nichols and May, but reliably funny, TV (“family audience”) friendly and just edgy enough to give the live New York studio audiences for “The Ed Sullivan Show” knowing giggles. They were TV mainstays for decades.
They raised a couple of kids and kept a seriously unconventional marriage together for over 60 years while each eventually pursued solo stardom as a sometimes comic, sometimes dramatic actress and an always amusing — even in thrillers — comic character actor.
Their famous son, Ben Stiller, marvels at how they managed it even as he and sister Amy note how rocky things sometimes were in “Stiller & Meara: Nothing is Lost,” Ben’s documentary valentine to his parents.
It’s a sweet and comical tribute and an attempted dissection of a union that lasted, comedy routines that endure and the love and egos and shouting matches that somehow allowed it to work.
“Sometimes we couldn’t tell if it was real or they were ‘rehearsing,'” siblings Ben and Amy complain.
“Rehearsing,” they dad and then their mom would admit in scores of TV interviews with the likes of Johnny Carson, Mike Douglas and Merv Griffin. “That’s what we tell’em,” the parents would say of their kids. Jerry and Anne would get a laugh for the admission. But just as often, they’d admit that no, “We’re fighting” to their kids and to their TV hosts and audiences, which seemed more accepting of rancorous marital dischord in that earlier age.
Anne Meara was a self-described “Irish princess from Long Island,” and Catholic, when she met the short, intense Jewish striver from Williamsburg, Brooklyn in acting school. Stiller’s chutzpah and Meara’s sprawling, emotionally open presence made for a hilarious stage act which they launched in the ’60s — after Jerry convinced Anne that comedy was serious business that could make them rich and famous, to boot.
Their sketch act played up the seeming mismatch of their coupling with Stiller often the straight man to Meara’s droll put downs and broad, loud comical mood swings. Talent scout and taste-influencer supreme Ed Sullivan adored them and made them famous for reasons the documentary reveals.
The fact that they had their act spill over into comical bickering in TV interviews over the decades made for fun TV, but created confusion in their kids, who coped with childhoods in which one or both parents wasn’t around. A lot.
Both Amy and Ben got their intro to show business in films and TV shows featuring their parents and little Benjy eventually reached “the apex of show business,” a big box office star and producer/director who’d cast his family in his shows and movies. Jerry documented all this, Ben notes when going through his father’s vast “collection” — bad reviews (Jerry would sometimes write irate notes to critics) included.
Jerry “saved everything” his late wife lamented for comical effect, as if he expected they merited their own exhibit at the Smithsonian. But that vast archive made this documentary possible.
Stiller the elder provides much of the film’s visual and aural documentation of the parents’ career, the kids’ childhoods and the state of the Meara/Stiller marriage. Ben Stiller had access to decades of love letters and audio of parental arguments and state-of-the-marriage conversations, some of them recorded over the phone.
These were remarkably “public” lives, with the kids landing laughs with their parents in assorted gigs and Jerry and Anne perfecting their interview shtick on live or live-on-tape TV. They made “shaddup” a loving punchline.
“Shut up, Jerry, that’s not interesting” is how Jerry described Anne’s ability to get him back on the funny track in these interviews.
Looking at outtakes from Jerry Stiller’s finest hours as a comic actor, his turn in “Seinfeld,” it’s obvious he wasn’t the better actor or even that good at remembering his lines, something son Ben realized as he made “Nothing is Lost.”
“I don’t think Dad would have had a career in comedy without her.”
But Jerry did, and the painstaking ways he and Meara polished sketches, figured out laughs and perfected their act made her a future playwright and informed Anne’s dramatic work in her later career. Jerry pretty much stole every scene he ever undertook in “Seinfeld,” often earning a cackle just from the way he’d stumble into the wrong word emphasis in a line, an effect Larry David made sure to preserve.
“Nothing is Lost” is never quite the probing analysis of their marriage that it might have been, with Ben attempting to use how they made it work to understand whatever it was that almost ended his marriage (he and wife Christine Taylor separated, then came back together during COVID).
With Ben and Amy and Christine and Ben and Christine’s near-adult kids weighing in, this is very much the “authorized” version of the parents’ and their children’s biographies. The film doesn’t achieve “confessional” and there’s no hint of scandal or infidelity in either marriage in the movie. Anne had her struggles with alcohol, but Ben lets Christopher Walken describe his father as a “saint” and his mom as the one who “scared” him, which makes us wonder if Daddy’s Boy was a bit biased in how he pitches all this.
But it’s a wonderful time capsule and a warm — with some reservations — remembrance of growing up in showbiz, the children of famous people who’d get stopped on the street, in the restaurant or wherever by strangers, even when the kids were the ones desperately wanting and needing their attention.
Rating: TV-MA, profanity
Cast: Ben Stiller, Amy Stiller, Christine Taylor, Christopher Walken, Jerry Stiller and Anne Meara.
Credits: Directed by Ben Stiller. An Apple TV+ release (Oct. 24).
Running time: 1:38


“Black Phone 2” had a middling Thursday night and half-decent Friday, all of which added up toa $10 million+ opening day and a $26.5 million opening weekend. That’s according The Numbers.
That topped the 2021 original film’s opening weekend, which was $23.6 million. The film made its bones on its name, the rep of the first film and perhaps with word of mouth, because reviews haven’t been very good. I thought director and co-writer Scott Derrickson tried a few new things, but they weren’t as frightening or empathetic as the ingredients that made the first one work.
“Tron: Ares,” the third installment in that Disney franchise, has fallen off a cliff with the Mouse House looking at a 65% “Tyler Perry Picture Plummet” to $11.1 million on its second weekend. It’s cleared the $50 million mark, but the $170 million blockbuster won’t come near $100 million by the end of its run. Kind of a bust in every way.
Keanu in non baba yaga/kill-them-all mode proved to be a non-starter as Aziz Ansari’s “Good Fortune,” a “Wings of Desire” riff on America’s haves and have-nots, will open in third place. Keke Palmer, Seth Rogen, Ansari and Keanu Reeves in angelic wings only managed $6.2 million and change on its opening weekend. It earned lukewarm reviews. It’s sweet and well-intentioned, and utterly lacking the edge that might have put it over. Worth streaming when it moves to home video, in any event.
“One Battle After Another,” like “Good Fortune” a “movie of the moment,” is having awards-season legs, sticking around the top five, adding another $4 million and clearing the $60 million mark. I think it’s the only movie in theaters now that I’m going to have to duck in and see again.
It’s a “resistance” tale. Have you picked out where you’re going to protest this No Kings Saturday?
“Roofman” is sticking around the top five one more week with a $3.7 million second weekend take. Worth seeing after spending the morning protesting the dictatorship.
Angel Studios’ noble and polished WWII Resistance drama “Truth & Treason” is on track to come in sixth, clearing $2.7 million or so. A pretty bold anti-fascism statement from the distributor that made a mint off “Sound of Freedom.”
The Julia Roberts/Andrew Garfield academic “cancellation” drama “After the Hunt” cracks the top ten in limited release, ninth place and $1.55 million in the till.
“Conjuring: Last Rites,” “Gabby’s Dollhouse: The Movie” Sony’s faith-based “Soul on Fire” round out the top ten.
More data comes in Sunday that will tell us how the rest of the top ten shakes out, with the fast-fading “The Smashing Machine” and the clever horror tale from a dog’s point of view, “Good Boy” (MUCH better than “Black Phone 2”) seemingly fated to fall out of the top ten.
The “Demon Slayer” anime franchise is still on the cusp of the top ten earning $1.3 million, with a $131 million take over all.
The “Downton Abbey” audience (lots of retirees in it) has kept that “Grand Finale” in the top ten weekdays, but it is losing screens and will fall short of the $50 million mark when it ends its run.