A little girl with a deathly supernatural touch, Wise (of “Jurassic World: Dominion”) is her protector, Pearce is the “Doc” who has no clue about what to make of her and Pullman’s the wicked preacher in a wheelchair who aims to do away with the “wickedness” and “evil” in her.
Is that Joanna Cassidy in a supporting part as a lady of uncertain…connections? Why yes it is!
Shout! Studios has this one.
Oct 3, they’ll push this out into the ether and hope it finds an audience.
Sept. 19, this “true story” feature film drops on Hulu.
Provocative? A flash point in the “war on women?” You bet.
Let’s hope Hulu finally hired publicists who get the word out to critics who then get the word out to the public. Seeing as how this trailer wasn’t mail-bombed to me and my comrades, that’s probably an LOL.
At this late date, it’s difficult to find something new or fresh to say about “What we did during Covid lockdown,” as so many other filmmakers chose to use that time planning and even filming such stories.
But the French filmmaker Olivier Assayas (“Non-Fiction,”“Personal Shopper,” Wasp Network”) insisted on making a distinctly French, decidedly his own statement on that “Suspended Time,” so here we are.
Assayas has made a few attempts to broaden his palette from the chatty, dry, “French Woody Allen romances” without the laughs that has been his brand. Not here, mind you. He’s made a scenic, talkative and thinly (VERY thinly) charming parody of French Films Made for Export, taking care to not miss a trope or cliche of such films.
Four people hunker down in the family country house in the Chevreuse Valley outside of Paris, adjacent to an even bigger abandoned country estate. A couple are divorced, and a third is going through a divorce.
Two brothers inherited this place, and one narrates the story of growing up here in long, floral-illustrated passages that open the film. Paul (Vincent Magaigne) is a filmmaker. Etienne (Mischa Lescot) is a popular rock historian for French radio.
Paul is a germophobic writer-director frustrated by his lack of progress in realizing his dream — “a period piece starring Kristen Stewart” starring as “a Portuguese nun.” He makes mention of having made the film “Irma Vep.” Assayas made that movie about making movies back in the ’90s, which he remade as a streaming series in 2022 with Alicia Vikander and…Vincent Magaigne.
Covid has pushed Paul into a living-together situation with taller, younger and prettier filmmaker Morgane (Nine d’Urso), who has a “Madame Bovary” documentary she’s been offered.
Etienne is the sibling going through a divorce, an avid cook who is increasingly testy about Paul’s phobia about Covid, masks, and lack of concern about cooking. He’s taken up with divorced mom Carole (Nora Hamzawi) who is the only character here who doesn’t seem to do anything for a living, or anything interesting.
They’re “trapped” in this idyllic piece of French countryside, dining al fresco in the perpetual spring, doing Zoom meetings with filmmakers and production people and interviews with journalists or setting up a remote radio studio to host tribute shows to famous musicians Covid has killed (John Prine, etc.).
This may be “life interrupted,” but it’s not as if “time” is “Suspended.” The working folk maintain their status and careers, virus be damned.
Etienne is stressed, so his constant crepe-making is “therapeutic.” Paul’s “career” isn’t really missing a beat as his autobiographical narration about returning to his childhood home with his brother seems cinematic — with black and white flashbacks picking up on his college days, early loves.
The brothers serve up just a flash or two of sibling rivalry. And Paul mentions their “privilege,” as if that excuses them — between trips to the not-wholly-abandoned tennis court next door — of living large, their lives not missing a beat as they complain about the unmasked and fret over “exposure” to grocers.
The film may be commenting on the cushy way the rich and famous coped with Covid. But it’s insufferable at depicting insufferability.
Naturally the house is buried under the family’s books — especially the father’s hundreds of art history texts. Naturally the conversation veers towards appreciations of art, Paul’s fanboy obsession with David Hockney, as well as landmarks of French literature (“Abelard & Heloise”).
Naturally Morgane listens to a French radio rebroadcast of an interview with the famed filmmaker and son of a more famous painter Jean Renoir from 1958.
Because God forbid anybody there be so “common” as to sit down and say, watch and discuss what’s on television.
It’s a running gag in French cinema for export. Nobody watches TV in French films. Because by and large, the publishers, writers, filmmakers, designers and even TV chat show host characters of French cinema are too sophisticated to watch the tube. There are no TV sets to be seen. People talk and talk and talk, and naturally that talk drifts from pretentious to inane.
Paul even admits to referencing books he hasn’t read and films he hasn’t seen in an interview because of how sophisticated that makes him seem. What, he’s never heard the names “Mahler” and “Bergman” dropped in 34 Woody Allen movies?
So yes, the label “a Woody Allen dramedy without the laughs” works here and more firmly affixes itself to Assayas.
Because decades of Allen’s films were recreations of the sorts of French film characters, careers and conversations seen and heard in an airless, sexless and mostly romance-free bore of a movie that is, in this case at least, accurately titled — “Suspended Time.”
Rating: unrated, some subtitled profanity
Cast: Vincent Magaigne, Nine d’Urso, Mischa Lescot, Dominique Reymond, Maud Wyler and Nora Hamzawi
Credits: Scripted and directed by Olivier Assayas. A Music Box release.
Running time: 1:45
Teaming Eddie Murphy with Pete Davidson for the armored car heist comedy “The Pickup” pays off pretty much exactly as you’d suspect. All that pairing-up two generations of “Saturday Night Live” comics guarantees are, well, “generation” jokes.
“Your generation can’t PIVOT” is about the best the millenial can manage.
And Eddie finds himself pulling faces and attempting funny voices as he struggles to make a laugh-starved script better.
But here’s what Tim Story, director of “The Blackening,” the “Shaft” remake and the “Ride Along” and “Think Like a Man” comedies brings to the table.
Fun with dye packs. A string of sight gags involved an armored car, mid-chase, loose cash and those devices that colorfully explode in robbers’ faces, etc. are deployed to absolutely hilarious effect in a farce where other giggles are hard to come by.
Davidson is the dorky, math-nerd “new guy,” Travis. He’s the sort who gets passed a note in a bank and immediately flips out and draws his weapon.
As the note’s a phone number from a fetching bank customer played by Keke Palmer, maybe he’s overreacted. Maybe Mr. Trigger Happy would be a better fit for ICE.
Murphy is “the legend around here,” “here” being the Guardian armored car service. Russ and his wife (Eva Longoria) dream of a B&B retirement venture. All he’s got to do is make it another six months on the job.
But that hottie passing Travis the note? She was coming on to him for information — about his route, the cameras on the truck, etc. Turns out, she’s the mastermind of a gang (Ismael Cruz Cordova, Jack Kesy) who come for the truck when Russ and wheelman Travis hit a stupidly-long “dead zone” in cell service on their route.
In New Jersey? OK.
What ensues are chases, which Travis clumsily gets them out of.
“Calm DOWN! Remember your TRAINING!”
“Training? I took a 15 hour correspondance course online! WHAT training?”
The simple plot exhausts its possibililities pretty quickly. Naturally, there’s a more complex one that involves a guy who nickname describes his business — “Chop Shop” (played by Marshawn Lynch, who skipped “make eye contact” day in acting school). No, this plot extension isn’t any funnier or more believable.
Little else about this lands and scans or even makes sense. Casting Andrew Dice Clay as the foul-mouthed armored truck dispatcher screams “Dan Aykyod wasn’t available?”
It’s refreshing to see Palmer dial down the manic patter that’s become her on-screen persona. But then, she’s not expected to provide the big laughs here. Davidson can’t find anything funny to bring to the set to give his character some edge. And improv hasn’t been in Murphy’s tool kit since the ’80s.
That’s why “The Pickup” never amounts to much more than a take-it-or-leave-it action comedy.
But those dye pack gags? They deserve to be in a better movie.
Rating: R, violence, profanity, sexual innuendo
Cast: Eddie Murphy, Pete Davidson, Eva Longoria,
Ismael Cruz Cordova, Jack Kesy, Andrew Dice Clay and Keke Palmer.
Credits: Directed by Tim Story, scripted by Kevin Burrows and Matt Mider. An MGM release on Amazon Prime.
Running time: 1:36
Aimee Carrero is the newbie, Rob Riggle is the guy you’d like to see act out a peanut allergy seizure. Sept. 12.
Louis B. Mayer, the Hollywood mogul who co-founded Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer, the film studio still around today as Amazon’s MGM, was born Lazar Meir in Dymer, Ukraine, before emigrating to Canada and then the United States.
William Fox, whose name remains emblazened on a media empire almost 100 years after he lost control of the showplace cinemas and film production company known as 20th Century Fox, was born Wilhelm Fuchs in Tolcsva, Hungary.
Jack L. Warner, Harry Warner and Sam Warner were siblings who formed the scrappy, scrambling “Poverty Row” studio Warner Bros. which became the glossiest film production and distribution company in the movie business and remains so to this day. But the founding brothers were born Jacob, Hirsz Mojżesz Wonsal and Szmuel Wonsal, all from a family of Polish Jews, most of them born in the 19th century Russian Empire. And there was a FOURTH brother, Albert (Aaron Abraham Wonsal).
These folks were among the founders of the entertainment Mecca that became the world’s gold standard for cinema, Hollywood. And those facts about this “kingdom” that people like them, pioneering mogul Carl Laemmle (Karl Lämmle, German Jewish) and the first film superstar, Mary Pickford (born Gladys Louise Smith, in Canada) are among the most glaring, blundering omissions in “Titans: The Rise of Hollywood,” a Curiosity Stream series only now reaching the vast audience that Netflix offers.
Using early cinema footage and archival silent era newsreels and a cast of unknown-to-little-known actors playing the parts of assorted Founding Fathers and Mothers, producers Stephen David and Vince P. Maggio (and credited director Patrick Reams) set out to tell the story of the American cinema’s birth.
Researched, but nobody’s idea of over-researched, flatly-scripted and acted, with most every actor who could get his hands on one leaning on that do-something-with-your-hands-prop, the cigarette (some seemingly as first-time smokers), “Titans” can be almost laughably bad.
Almost. “Boring” is its default mode.
“Titans” focuses on the pioneer’s pioneer, Universal founder Laemmle (David Davino), upscale movie palace innovator Fox (Eric Rolland), the struggles of the “three” Warners, the rise of Pickford (Christina Leonardi), narrated to the camera by Adolph Zukor (Grant Masters), the successful producer who eventually absorbed and squeezed out partners and rivals to run Paramount, and eventually gets around to Mayer (Mike Backes).
The series ticks off historic “firsts” — the first film star (Stephanie Granade plays Florence Lawrence, “The Biograph Girl”) and first attempts at making “feature” length films (“Birth of a Nation” is utterly ignored) in a business that began as a cut-rate carnvival and storefront novelty before those storefronts became nickelodeons.
It was a colorful, seat-of-the-pants history made by hustlers who violated Thomas Edison’s (Steve Schroko) many patents and efforts to license and “control” (via a Motion Picture Trust) his inventions and went so far as to found the industry town on the far off West Coast to evade paying that trust.
As “Babylon” showed us, it was a rowdy, gaudy journey these Wild West “outlaws” and their hedonistic employees made to respectability.
“Titans” isn’t rowdy or colorful or complete. It is, in every case, the opposite of what the many better feature films and documentaries that touched on this era have been — colorless, tame, tepid and gratingly superficial.
A “tell” might be in the use of the word “kingdom” by narrator Zukor to describe what these entrepreneurs were setting up. Our producers avoid almost to the point of erasing the Jewish ethnicity of the folks who created “An Empire of Their Own,” as Neal Gabler titled his definitive history of these figures and their era.
Did our producers contort their narrative to avoid buying the rights to that book? Avoid the word “Jewish” like the plague? Fear of charges of anti-Semitism, seeing as how more than a few of those moguls were unscrupulous and played the victim card (especially as regards “The Trust”) until the end?
In any event, all this series accomplishes is a proof-of-concept for Netflix to act on. Get Derek Waters on the phone. Write him a check.
“The Drunk History of the Birth of Hollywood?” I’d binge six episodes of that in a heartbeat.
Cast: David Davino, Grant Masters, Christina Leonardi, Nicolas J. Greco, Steve Schroko, Stephanie Granade and James M. Reilly.
Created by Stephen David, Vince P. Maggio and Patrick Reams. A Curiosity Stream production now on Netflix.
Running time: Six episodes @:50 minutes each
So, REAL strong “Andromeda Strain” played for laughs vibe coming from this “Virus” “Contagion” zombie apocalypse picture.
Liam and Georgina Campbell and Joe Keery and nepo baby Sosie Bacon and Lesley MANVILLE and VANESSA REDGRAVE?
David Koepp scripted most of the big budget/big science thrillers (“Jurassics”) and just plain BIG pictures (a “Spider-Man,” “Panic Room,”an “Indie Joneses”) of the past 30 years.
Would he dip into the late Michael “Jurassic Park” Crichton’s earlier career, “The Andromeda Strain,” for this idea?
Honestly, having interviewed Billy Zane a few times over the years, hanging around with that dude would be pretty fun and “out there.” But as Brando? Man.
This is about Brando’s grandiose plans for his South Pacific island — home, compound, “resort hotel.”
Yes, there are laughs in this trailer. Zane does more than just “suggest” Marlon Brando in his posture, gestures and speech. Not quite a full-on “impersonation.”
The mercurial playfulness that flirted with comical megalomania is evident. And Richard Dreyfuss as the money man who just says “NO?” On the nose.
Heder as an architect trying to please a mad, egomaniacal dreamer? That scans.
Sept. 19, we see if this mad experiment comes off.
A filmmaker of that Henry Jaglom/Tom DiCillo/Nicole Holofcener generation of indies serves up a story of a former rom-com director who finds himself applying to work at a cemetery.
Bill Sage stars, with Gia Crovatin, veteran heavy Robert John Burke and
Jennifer Stepanyk, Kim Taff and Kathleen Chalfant from the summer release “Familiar Touch.”
What, no Parker Posey? No James Urbaniak? For old time’s “Henry Fool/Fay Grim” sake?
Gad plays a screenwriter — “I wrote for two seasons on ‘Blue Bloods'” — who ponders who killed somebody and buried them in the walls of the house he grew up in.
His sister is just a tad freaked out by the fact she lost her virginity in that very basement.
A body must be disposed of, blackmail must be faced and a “scary” relative (Anthony Carrigan) must be consulted in this Sept. 19 comic mystery.
Alex Winter of “Bill & Ted” fame directs and co-stars, with Billie Lourd and Chris Candy in the cast for fans of nepo baby actors.
Looks cute, but maybe a hard sell as it has a brief theatrical release followed by VOD a few days later scheduled.
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