Coming of age, growing up with “special” parents. As in “special needs,” people who require their daughter’s help getting through the day.
There’s a hint of “CODA” in the set up here. Let’s hope the execution is up to snuff.
The cast of this Toronto Film Fest competitor includes Kiernan Shipka, Charlie Plummer, Alexandra Daddario, Brad Garrett, Reid Scott, Jacki Weaver and Jean Smart.
Impressive.
It opens Friday.
South African sex comedies are rare on these cinematic shores. But when you travel “Around the world with Netflix,” you never know what you’ll stumble into.
“Do Your Worst” is a laugher about a struggling single actress making bad decisions into her 40s and the bestie who resents her for that one role that made her famous. It re-pairs two of the stars of the South African TV series “Still Breathing,” Shannon Esra and Kate Liquorish, who click as a comic duo in a rom-com/sex-com of the “Close but no cigar” variety.
It begins with David Attenborough imitator voicing over a woman in Neanderthal makeup barking at her director about a busted take. Our heroine, seen in her natural environment, is what anthropologists would call “a hot mess.” And our story, we are told, takes place in Johannesburg, “an imperfect city — unlovable — but lovely in its own way.”
Sondra (Esra) and Carla (Liquorish) are each-other’s “ride-or-die,” the same age, sharing the same short temper. But one’s still having to audition for commercials, even though she was “famous” for a show twenty years before. She’s never taken a steady job, lives in her parents’ former house, which they let her stay in when they moved to more lush digs, and is unmarried.
Carla lives vicariously through her, seeing as how Sondra “stole” the role that Carla was up for, which would have changed her life. Carla insists on blow-by-blow accounts of her friend’s sex life with “f— boys,” guys given to sending her you-know-what pics.
Descriptions of this or that bloke’s “junk” uses actors and props for comparison — “Danny DeVito with marbles? Chris Hemsworth with boulders? Tom Cruise with GRAPES!”
Sondra knows things aren’t working, but Carla never tires of bucking her up before auditions, and reminding her of how this or that not-quite-right relationship isn’t going to work out.
Then judgmental Mum (Dorothy Ann Gould) and silent Dad show up to announce that they’ve lost most of their retirement savings to a con-artist relative. They’re going to need the house back. It’s time for Sondra to grow up and “get married,” because what else is she qualified to do?
Let down by her latest “boy” on her 40th, drunk enough to kiss Carla’s husband (Rea Rangaka) when she isn’t looking, about to be homeless, is that “historical reenactment” role for the BBC the thing that’ll turn it around, or just another milepost on her path to utter humiliation?
The silliest waste of time screenwriters and directors are hooked on doing these days is deciding their stories need to be broken into “chapters,” which they give cute names.
“Part 1: Sondra’s Worst Day…Part 4: Definitely really Sondra’s Very Worst Day,” and so on.
Stop it.
The funniest scenes here are of Sondra doing her “difficult” on the set shtick, facing every fresh career degradation with a twitch and bottled up fury, which she might unleash when she gets back to the home she’s about to lose.
There’s a “Brazilian” scene with her beauty-parlor-manager sister (Sharon Spiegel Wagner) that’s got a hilarious pay-off, one referenced repeatedly through the rest of the movie.
Wayne Van Rooyen plays the sensitive contractor hired to fix up the bathroom before the house can be rented out, a chivalrous chap eager to help a screen star (in his mind, anyway) in distress.
Of course we can see where this is heading. The trouble is, not enough that’s amusing happens along the way. Tired bits with cellphone mix-ups and further evidence of how Sondra is just “the worst” don’t deliver that celebratory cigar, much less light it.
But Esra and Liquorish are balls-out in some of their scenes together. They always click, and are at their funniest when they’re fighting, indulging and humiliating each other.
More of that, please.
Rating: TV-MA, sexual content, profanity
Cast: Shannon Esra, Kate Liquorish, Wayne Van Rooyen, Rea Rangaka and Dorothy Ann Gould
Credits: Directed by Samantha Nell, scripted by Zoë Laban. A Netflix release.
Running time: 1:31
“Moving On” is an amusingly edgy geriatric comedy that provides that late career comic duo Jane Fonda and Lily Tomlin with their best star vehicle since “Nine to Five.”
The laughs are droll, and unlike the strained “Grace & Frankie” and lumbering “80 for Brady,” the effort doesn’t show. They’re just two graceful pros, effortlessly playing to their strengths and put through their paces by a writer director (Paul Weitz), who gives them a vehicle worthy of their reputations and talent.
Claire (Fonda) is an 80ish Ohioan who leaves behind her beloved corgi (Dashiell), less-beloved daughter and grandkids to travel to a California funeral. One of her best friends from college has died.
She waits for her moment before the service to pass her condolences on to Joyce’s widowed husband, Howard (Malcolm McDowell). She looks him square in the eye, not a trace of pity in her.
“I’m going to kill you,” she says. “Now that she’s gone, now that it won’t hurt her…this weekend” will be his last, she vows.
Howard is a little rattled, but plainly he knows something we don’t. He has no trouble collecting himself for the eulogy he begins to deliver.
That’s when blowsy, out-of-effs-to-give Evelyn (Tomlin) strolls in and interrupts. She was Joyce’s college roommate, a concert cellist, a bit of a loner, and not all that interested in reconnecting with Claire after the service. A lift? No thanks, I ‘ll take the bus.
“I’m gonna KILL the bastard” leaves Evelyn unmoved. “I’m gonna buy a gun and I’m gonna take it to the wake!”
“Sure, Scarface. Sounds like fun.”
The dynamic is established. Evelyn knew Claire way back. She’s all talk and no follow-through. And Claire? She’s so out of touch with Evelyn she has no notion of her life since college, or that she’ll actually help her accomplish for this rash, violent act.
It’s a tribute to these two, wholly comfortable with each other’s timing and rhythms, that they make this nasty proposition funny — the committed but unreliable killer, the cynical, snarky, half-disinterested “old friend.”
And it’s a tribute to Weitz (“Grandma,” “About a Boy,””Admission,” “Little Fockers”) that this perfectly cast script keeps its secrets, keeps things moving along and keeps us interested with every new revelation and character addition along the way.
McDowell makes a grand straight-man in all of this, a widower with a point of view whose mourning and tolerance of Claire could very well be masking something else. That’s a nicely-turned-out character arc, and well-played.
Richard Roundtree is at his most courtly and chivalrous as one of Claire’s exes. And young Marcel Nahapetian makes a mark as the grandson of one of Evelyn’s neighbors in assisted living, a neglected kid whom she sees even if his parents and grandfather do not.
“My grandson?”
“Well maybe. Time will tell. But let’s not get into that.”
Yes, a lot of the laughs are of the low-hanging fruit variety. But they’re on a higher plane than anything in the cumbersome “80 for Brady.” Two “love birds” are “love pterodactyls” at “our age” is par for the course.
“Moving On” is still more than funny enough to coast by, but demanding in ways that flatter and honor its seasoned cast, each of whom gets the best role she or he has had in years thanks to Weitz’s light comedy with a dark edge.
That one time I interviewed Jane Fonda? Right here.
Rating: R, for violence and profanity
Cast: Jane Fonda, Lily Tomlin, Malcolm McDowell and Richard Roundtree
Credits: Scripted and directed by Paul Weitz. A Roadside Attractions release.
Running time: 1:25
I like the idea of an Oscars that isn’t hurried. They were still “playing people off” at the 95th Academy Awards, and some needed it. But most did not.
Let people finish their thoughts. The laundry list speeches are still around, but come on. We come for the weeping and the narcissism.
They brought back all the categories. And gave Jimmy Kimmel the sort of indulgence and license they used to give Billy Crystal. A few laughs, more than a few cringes.
That was in keeping with Disney slapping its brand all over a telecast that didn’t feature Disney winners. I heard a rumor that non animated “Little Mermaid” is coming soon. You?
Tacky.
The Oscars ran long but so what? You go to bed and check out YouTube the next AM and see and hear what you missed. 3:42 is still short by Super Bowl standards.
The show made for some great television. Lady Gaga stripped down, emoting and belting and getting attention for not shocking, a Bollywood dance number, Salma and Antonio, winning pairings all up and down the line.
And tearful speeches from the sentimental favorites who won in almost every category.
Angela Bassett and Brendan Gleeson and Colin and Ms Deadwyler had better get Oscar worthy offerings in the near future. If there’s any justice in this annual popularity contest, they will.
That’s more than a few Oscars for this marquee picture from Netflix. A career peak for composer Volker Bertelman, a gracious speech.
Is there a “trend” pointing towards a Best Picture upset? Maybe.
A lovely, ominous and weighty score. But this should have been the one Oscar “Babylon” should have taken. That’s a propulsive, unforgettable, jazz age epic sound.
It opens March 31, and it could easily go either way.
But it’s got Michelle Monaghan, Jason Isaacs, Jay Pharoah, Dan Fogler, Peyton List, Lyndsey Fonseca and was made by the Nepo Baby son of the company founder. And they wouldn’t be showing it this early if they didn’t think Donna Summer/KISS fans would be chomping at the bit over an entertaining account of how this upstart record label made them famous.
Here’s a win for Apple!
“The Boy, the Mole, the Fox and the Horse,” based on a children’s book, a best seller, it was my favorite among the nominees that I saw.
The fact that it’s on Apple TV means it was the most widely seen competitor in this category.
Warm, sentimental, simple and sweet.
Brits give the wittiest acceptance speeches.
There was a whispering campaign underway a few weeks back that this was actually your Best Picture dark horse. But we’ll have to see about that.
Gorgeous film, unfortunate timing, coming so soon after the Oscar-winning epic “1917.”
But certainly the most widely seen Best International Feature in this field. Score another Big Win for Netflix. Magnificent film in its own right.
Ruth Carter thanks her mother and praises the production for increasing representation and altering the world looks and the way we look at it.
She just lost her mother, at 101. Sweet speech.
I mean, come on. That’s a transformation.
No, you shouldn’t play winners off. The show is unhurried, Kimmel wasted a bit too much time on the opening. Let it run as long as it runs. It’s the youtube snippets of Big Moments that’ll put it in the black.
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