Movie Preview’ “7500” puts Joseph Gordon-Levitt in the cockpit of a hijacked jetliner

Looks properly gripping and grim. And it’s good to see JGLevitt acting again. His side interests and inane Twitter positivisms are no substitute for doing what he does best.

“7500” comes to Amazon Prime June 19.

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Netflix gets Will Ferrell and Rachel McAdams for “EUROVISION SONG CONTEST: The Story Of Fire Saga”

This looks old school Ferrell, Daffy McAdams, an Icelandic duo hoping to make history, just like ABBA.

Pierce Brosnan too? June 26 on Netflix.

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Documentary Review: “Suzi Q” begs the question, “Why isn’t Suzi Quatro in the Rock Hall of Fame?”

 

Suzi Quatro never gained much traction as a rock star in her home country. The Detroit native is still best known for her three year stint on “Happy Days” over here.

And as with anybody you haven’t heard a peep out of in decades, one can be excused for wondering “Is she still around?”

The proto-punk glam rocker turned 70 the first week of June, so the answer to that is “Oh yes.”

Then you listen to her songs, remember her hits, recall evidence of her success — 55 million records sold. You hear testimonials from legions of female rock performers, from Deborah Harry (Blondie), Tina Weymouth (Talking Heads) and Cherie Currie (The Runaways) followed in her early’ 70s wake.

You see her shag haircut and leather jumpsuits and remember, “Oh yeah, Joan Jett had that look.” And maybe you chuckle watching Jett sheepishly try to avoid admitting that yes, she copied her idol, top to bottom, and became a veritable Suzi clone.

Members of ’80s bands The Go-Gos and L7 add to the chorus of fans. Any singer tough enough to growl “The Wild One” was sure to get an impressionable teen’s attention.

Perhaps at some point you think, as I did, “Wait, Joan is in the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame. Stevie Nicks is in the hall, TWICE.” And Suzi Quatro isn’t?

The new documentary “Suzi Q” (out on VOD, DVD and streaming the first of July) leaves the viewer to ask that question to oneself, because nobody here shakes their head over this obvious “snub.”

“Suzi Q” has Quatro, her family, colleagues and famous fans tell us the story of career, from her Grosse Pointe, Michigan childhood to her move to the UK, the recording success there that made her famous all over the world and the reasons her early ’70s sound never caught on in the U.S.

And in filling in the blanks for what happened in her life after 1975, “Suzi Q” leaves clues as to how she might have lost the respect that motivates insiders at that hall to plead the case of overseas stars less known here, of performers whose notoriety lies in the legions they inspired to follow them.

Quatro traces her passion to the night, age 5, when she and her family saw Elvis on “The Ed Sullivan Show,” through the neighborhood hand she formed with her sisters and other teenage girls in their neighborhood.

The Pleasure Seekers might not have broken through, but people noticed “we didn’t play like girls,” that they had something many of their contemporaries lacked. Like fellow Motor City proto-punks The MC5, they had an edge.

“They couldn’t get the Detroit outta them,” Alice Cooper says.

That band changed names with the times, becoming Cradle. But when a British producer/manager Mickie Most (The Animals, The Jeff Beck Group, Herman’s Hermits) noticed them, it’s the “tiny tiny” teen playing the great big bass that he noticed the most. Suzi was lured to London and eventual stardom.

The funniest interviews in “Suzi Q” are also the bitterest. Her sisters, Patti and Nancy, never got over that. There’s even a family Thanksgiving cassette that the Quatros recorded and sent to Suzi in London, a tape filled with criticism and dismissal of her potential.

Quatro still has that tape, not that Suzi holds a grudge or anything.

“I was in bits that I was leaving,” she says. “But I still went.”

We hear how producer/song-writer Mike Chapman found a sound that worked for her and how Quatro came up with her leather jumpsuited look, the one copied by The Runaways, Runaways alumni Jett and Lita Ford, by Pat Benatar and others.

Hit records — “Can the Can,”“48 Crash” — chart toppers in the UK Germany, Norway, Australia, Spain and Italy. She and the band toured the world. She endured the “build her up, knock her down” British press and cruelly sexist TV chat shows,  the grind of touring and self-promotion (radio station visits).

When Suzi and her new band came to America, she made the cover of Rolling Stone. And she and the band were the perfect opening act for Alice Cooper, then reaching his own peak, back in 1975.

And then, damn. Here’s Quatro, producer Garry Marshall and co-star Henry Winkler talking about her decision to do “Happy Days.” If there was anything a cool rock chick probably shouldn’t have done just as punk was blowing up, it was joining a popular but singularly-uncool family-friendly TV series — for years.

Her biggest American pop hit, “Stumblin In,” might have followed. But when MTV happened, it was Benatar and Jett and even Lita Ford who got their leather jumpsuits on the air. Quatro was forgotten.

The most surprising thing about “Suzi Q,” a conventional but revealing pop star/rock star bio-doc, is learning how the influential rocker spent the decades that followed. She’s an American with a following and show business notoriety in Britain, where she remained. Family (given short shrift here), musical theater (shocking), TV chat show hosting, books, all fill in those “missing years.”

Through it all, Quatro comes off as “I did it my way” defiant, a fascinating survivor still looked up to by women who were motivated to get into music, thanks to her.

“A lot of girls picked up guitars, drumsticks, because of Suzi Quatro,” as Jett says. It might be nice if the repository of rock history, in Cleveland, acknowledged that.

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MPAA Rating: Unrated, some profanity

Cast: Suzi Quatro, Patti Quatro, Cherie Currie, Joan Jett, Alice Cooper, Deborah Harry, Mike Chapman, Henry Winkler, Rodney Bingheimer, Lita Ford, Len Tuckey, Tina Weymouth, Garry Marshall

Credits: Directed by Liam Firmager. A Utopia release.

Running time: 1:39

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Movie Review: “Jesus Shows you the Way to the Highway”

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Labeling “Jesus Shows You the Way to the Highway” as “absurdist” doesn’t do it justice, although “absurd” figures into every let-your-freak-flag-fly frame.

It’s a dizzy, nutty no-budget/no-name-cast sci-fi spoof that’s like a mash-up of “Danger: Diabolik” and “Dolemite” and, say, “Kentucky Fried Movie.”

Very cheesy, very ’70s, in other words.

It’s got dialogue, lots and lots of loopy and looped (the voices sound disembodied, recorded and added later) banter.

“Stop sodomizing me, Agent! Try to find a way to wake up!”

Not every actor is impersonating somebody else, but there’s a pretty good Werner Herzog impression in here, somewhere.

It’s got a plot. No, really. OK, maybe not.

“The Soviet Union is planning something BIG. Try to find out before you wither and die. Good luck, and…sorry!”

It’s got heroes and villains, from Mister Sophistication and the cowled caped killer, Batfro, to Jiminy Cricket.

No, not THAT Jiminy Cricket.

And effects? Hell, Jiminy here is a hologram “assistant” secret agents summon up during their virtual reality missions into Soviet cyberspace via a CIA program called “Psychobook.”

Action is often jerky and frame-dropping, like stop-motion animation. Characters’ “avatars” are simulated with animated photocopied faces of infamous dead people — Stalin, Richard Pryor, Peter “Mission: Impossible” Graves, Princess Margaret and George H. W. Bush.

Oh. No. They. Didn’t.

Yes, there’s a Jesus here, or is he “You! You cheap copy of Jesus!” This Jesus carries a cross that doubles as a heavy metal boombox.

The hero is a hunchbacked dwarf (Daniel Tadesse) CIA agent trapped in cyberspace, who only wants to get back to his plus-sized wife (Gerda-Annette Allikas) before she moves on and starts cheating with his CIA partner (Agustín Mateo) and rides off into the sunset in his ’68 Triumph Spitfire.

They’re fighting a cyber war in the year 2043 (TV ads for “The New Chevrolet” show a 1957 Impala), and this war takes them from one bizarre setting to another, borrowing action beats and locations (faked, mostly) from Bond films like “The Man with The Golden Gun.”

Any human being who’s ever seen and heard a WWII POW movie knows how to pronounce “Commandant.” Not anybody here, not when the “Co-MMAN-dant” is Estonian (Lauri Lagle).

It’s all messy and daft, an alternative “Brazil” future with antique tech (ancient computers, cathode ray tube TVs, thrift shop ’60s telephones) and a threat ripped from today’s headlines.

And all of it’s the product of the fervid mind of madman writer-director Miguel Llansó (“Crumbs”).

No, it doesn’t make sense, and no — not every shabby, cheap DIY touch is cute.

But for laughs, it’s hard to go far astray when “Jesus Shows You the Way to the Highway.”

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MPAA Rating: violence, sex, nudity, profanity

Cast: Daniel Tadesse, Guillermo Llansó, Gerda-Annette Allikas, Lari Lagle, Agustín Mateo, Solomon Tashe, Aris Rozentals,  Rene Köster

Credits: Written and directed by Miguel Llansó. An Arrow release (Arrow Video Channel, Apple TV, etc.)

Running time: 1:23

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Let’s get weird — David Lynch’s “RABBITS 1”

You put a filmmaker in quarantine, you never know what he’ll get around to finishing.

David Lynch, Eagle Scout, Missoula Montana.

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Netflixable? On the road in India, with nothing but “Liar’s Dice” to rely on

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Whatever praise Netflix is due for financing and distributing attention-grabbing documentaries, whatever success it has in the woefully under-served romantic comedy/teen comedy genres, “Liar’s Dice” is the sort movie gem that proves Netflix’s value to the culture.

This little-seen Indian road picture, a desperate, intimate quest wrapped in a scenic yet harrowing journey through India’s underclasses, would have been lost to all time without the streaming service. Netflix is positively stuffed with gems, just like this.

Actress turned writer-director Geethu Mohandas (“The Elder One”) gives us a simple story with built-in charm and appeal, a mountain villager and her daughter make a trip, bringing their adorable kid (goat) with them.

But the reasons for their trip and the scanty means they have for completing it are a missing husband away doing construction work, who hasn’t answered his cell phone in months, something wife Kamala (Geetanjali Thapa) is willing to spend their last rupee to rectify.

Her peers and relatives reassuring “Don’t worry” starts to sound downright dismissive when the village elders repeat it. With toddler Manya (Manya Gupta) in tow, Kamala sets out for the city.

Fate throws them in the path of an armed drifter (Nawazuddin Siddiqui) whom they meet as he’s being beaten for stowing away in a long-distance hauler.

He’s injured. She’s alarmed at his presence and tries to put some distance between them. But he hangs onto their goat when it wanders off during the night. And guileless Manya doesn’t see a problem.

“What’s your name?” (in Hindi, with English subtitles.

“Nawazuddin” is rude, coarse, and not the sort Kamala would trust to get them their destination. He demands money, too.

The film’s running gag? “I don’t have it,” she says. “Look in your bag. Look again.” That’s always his reply.

The film, largely set in Chitkul, Himachal Prades, puts them on foot (he limps from an injury), in Jeeps, trucks, trains and buses, riding along cliff-edge roads, backcountry rails from one city to another.

Kamala is beautiful, young but wary. She can’t allow herself to trust this cursing hustler who runs dice games in the back of the bus or wherever he has an audience. This husband she seeks sounds like the sort of fellow he’d know.

“Screwed you over and dumped you. Is that the story?”

People keep telling her, “Madam, be careful.” But if she wants answers, she must put herself, the child and the goat in the hands of this character. She is desperate enough to sit herself next to him when the bus is searched at army checkpoints.

He is probably exactly the sort of guy they’re looking for. But he’s got a “wife, child” and a goat. “Upstanding citizen” they probably think.

Thapa lets us see the worry and the calculation in every negotiation with Nawazuddin, makes us believe her daughter is winning him over and that maybe she should soften a little.

Siddiqui never lets us forget the hustler this guy is. No small kindness makes us trust that he will finish his mission and save the day for them.

And writer-director Mohandas keeps us guessing, pining for a happy ending, fearing for the child, her mother and the goat, hoping Nawazuddin’s humanity will shimmer through.

That’s no mean feat in a film as fraught as “Liar’s Dice.”

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MPAA Rating: TV-MA, violence, profanity

Cast: Nawazuddin Siddiqui, Geetanjali Thapa, Manya Gupta

Credits: Written and directed by Geethu Mohandas. A Netflix release.

Running time: 1:44

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Classic Film Review: Sentimental Dreyer silent “Michael” underplayed its gay subtext

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The Danish master Carl Theodor Dreyer turns a Herman Bang novel about a love triangle with gay undertones into a lovely but austere, sentimental melodrama with “Michael,” a 1924 silent film memorable for being the first major role for Walter Slezak, who left Europe for Hollywood where he had a long career as a character actor.

Bang, a homosexual journalist and novelist from Dreyer’s native Denmark, loosely based this story on the life of French sculptor Auguste Rodin. It’s about a pretty young man (Slezak) taken in as a model by a famous artist (Benjamin Christensen), treated as “a son,” but who betrays the older man’s affections when a Russian princess (Nora Gregor) shows up for a sitting.

Young Michael had once shown his sketches to Zoret (Christensen) who dismissed them as “worthless.” But the boy caught The Master’s eye. He brought the kid on as his model.

Now, years later. Zoret is losing his grip on Michael’s attention. The journalist Switt (Robert Garrison) may be hanging around, working on a biography of the painter. But he’s privy to all the gossip about Michael, a fair-haired young man who cuts a dashing figure in his cape and beret.

“He spends each night at the opera, eyeing up the ballet rats,” the gossipy Switt relates.

Zoret shrugs this off, and every indiscretion to come. That’s the meaning of the film’s opening title.

“Now I can die in peace for I have known a great love.”

Princess Zamikov (Nora Gregor) longs to be painted by Zoret. And Michael, the object of his master’s eye and subject of his heroic nudes, is jealous.

Until he gives the Russian royal the once-over. He is smitten, sneaking into her opera box, kissing her bare shoulder as she holds up a demure fan against prying eyes.

Zoret obsesses and frets over her portrait, never quite mastering her eyes. Michael, in the spirit of “Only youth will know,” adds that final touch with the brush.

But that will be their last collaboration of any note. Michael, never coming out and admitting it, is moving on.

The acting is positively modern, with only the occasional moment of Christensen overacting with the eyes to give away how close this film came to the exaggerated theatricality of silent cinema of just a couple of years before.

But the lack of action here — a common complaint in movies about painters — makes “Michael” drag. A subplot mirroring the love triangle of Zoret, Michael and the princess, and involving a man seducing another’s wife may lead to a duel, but doesn’t do much other than overtly show the turmoil that the forbidden, hidden love that Zoret has for his “son,” Michael.”

The compositions are neat and craftsmanlike, with an occasional exterior (snowy streets with carriages) and a recreation of “Swan Lake” in the theater where Michael and the Princess have their assignations among the visual delights here.

Compared to 1919’s overtly gay “Anders also die Andern (Different from the Others),” this is seriously tame, a watered-down version of a gay writer’s novel. But being by Dreyer (“The Passion of Joan of Arc”), “Michael” is worth revisiting to see how a leading director of the day approached material that, however socially progressive Denmark and post-war Germany might have been, was more daring than he was willing to make it.

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MPAA Rating: unrated.

Cast: Walter Slezak, Benjamin Christensen, Nora Gregor and Robert Garrison

Directed by Carl Theodor Dreyer, script by Dreyer and Thea von Harbou , based on the novel by Herman Bang. A Kini Classics (virtual cinema) release.

Running time: 1:34

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Tribute to filmmaker Lynn Shelton, live tonight on Youtube

 

She made some pretty good movies, had a hand in inventing an entire style of indie cinema, and a lot of Hollywood folks were big fans, even those who never got to work with her. They’re paying tribute tonight. Details are below.

 

“In honor of beloved filmmaker Lynn Shelton who passed away May 16th, her friends and colleagues have organized an intimate music-driven tribute to Shelton’s life and work. Shelton’s closest collaborators will share words about what working with Lynn meant to them while musicians will perform songs featured in her films.

The program will air live tonight Wednesday (Humpday!) June 10th on YouTube (https://youtu.be/ybtW1su19Fk) at 9pm ET/ 6pm PT and will be available indefinitely afterwards for people to watch, revisit, and share.

Among the actors slated to speak are Emily Blunt, Kaitlyn Dever, Rosemarie DeWitt, the Duplass Brothers, Jeff Garlin, Joshua Leonard, Sean Nelson, Michaela Watkins, Reese Witherspoon and more.

Musicians scheduled to perform include: Marc Maron, Andrew Bird, Ben Gibbard, Laura Veirs, Tomo Nakayama and many more. There will also be a special ensemble performance from many of the musicians featured in Shelton’s online series about the Seattle music scene “$5 Cover” with artists including Kevin Murphy, Sassy Black, Seth Warren, Ryann Donnelly, Jason Dodson and Brady Harvey.

Megan Griffiths, Lynn’s longtime friend, collaborator and fellow Seattlite, directed the tribute. Mel Eslyn, the Duplass Brothers and Adam Kersh produced with Megan.

“It has been really meaningful to me to work on this project. Lynn was one of my dearest friends and losing her has been leveling,” said Megan Griffiths. “It has given me comfort to focus on celebrating her life by bringing together all of these beautiful performances and hearing the heartfelt words of her many friends and collaborators. I hope it brings solace to her family and all those mourning this unfathomable loss.”

Coming to filmmaking in her mid 30s, Shelton was a major force in American independent cinema and was a pillar of the arts community at large in her home town of Seattle. She was a vibrant, kind, creative human being. Her work drew acclaim for its compassion, humor, unique voice and wonderful performances. Shelton directed eight features including HUMPDAY (2009), YOUR SISTER’S SISTER (2011), OUTSIDE IN (2018), and last year’s SWORD OF TRUST. Shelton also worked in television, directing memorable episodes of acclaimed series including: “Mad Men,” “GLOW,” “The Mindy Project,” and “Little Fires Everywhere.” She is gone too soon and will be deeply missed.

Donations to the Shelton/Seal Family Fund for the Northwest School for Deaf and Hard-of-Hearing Children, or Seattle’s Northwest Film Forum are encouraged.
 

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Movie Review: Dancers meet, muse and mate — a lot — in “Aviva”

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A couple of beautiful young dancers — one in Paris, the other a New Yorker — meet online and have a years-long affair and post-affair “relationship” in “Aviva.”

But writer-director Boaz Yakin, best known for directing “Remember the Titans” and scripting even more conventional films such “Prince of Persia,” “Now You See Me” and the kid-and-a-war-dog family picture “Max,” takes a stab at reinventing himself with this stylized, experimental indie drama.

It’s non-linear, at times, non-binary in its treatment of sexuality and almost nonsensical as he empties his bag of tricks onto the screen.

Characters change actors — for actresses, and actresses become male characters. Copious passages of voice-over narration are joined by characters breaking the fourth wall, directly addressing the camera and speaking about the film they’re in.

“I was thinking of trying out a song, at this point. F— consistency and tone.”

Actually, it’s fairly consistent and the tone lingers on the mopey side of scale.

There’s a bit of dance and a lot more sex.

Yakin introduces a number of characters, early on, in the nude — full frontal, sometimes addressing the camera. After we’ve met the elderly attorney our young couple, the Parisian Aviva (Zina Zinchenko) and New Yorker Eden (Tyler Phillips), Yakin brings in more older folks, and children for flashbacks.

And even he blinks at the idea of showing them naked.

As our simple “love story” has only so much promise, he decides to gloss it over with gimmicks and coitus – gay and straight, threesomes and slapping — many scenes’ worth.

That’s where the whole non-binary thing comes in. Eden is narrated and even played by the first nude (Bobbi Jene Smith) we meet, in some scenes. Or Schraiber takes over Aviva as the film dabbles in the fluid nature of sexuality as defined by current thinking on the subject.

The acting isn’t awful, just awfully arch — as dictated by the screenplay. Eden laments about the doubts he has and how they “cast a pall of my own making over the shimmering beauty of creation.” Aviva’s come-on includes “with every moment that passes, my heart loses a little bit of innocence.”

Dude, just let the dancers dance!

There’s early promise, characters slipping into stylized movement just skipping down the street. The dance scenes are glorious, a bluesy-klezmer bar scene, a Jewish wedding reception that takes traditional line-dancing into sexy modern dance, kids in a flashback, rapping and break-dancing on the subway.

But somewhere well before Eden mimes driving a car, conversing with another lover/alter ego in the “back seat,” I lost all interest in this exercise in indulgence.

Who can keep track of the assorted bearded little-known look-alikes with mismatched accents, none of them driving the “plot” or deepening our understanding of the human condition? Who wants to stay involved with Aviva and Eden breaking up, reconnecting and who-cares-what-comes-next?

Orate and strip, have sex, dance and argue. Then repeat, with different gender performers playing the characters.

It’s pretentious. It’s on-screen onanism, and rarely more than that.

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MPAA Rating: unrated, explicit sex and lots of it, full frontal nudity, slapping.

Cast: Zina Zinchenko, Bobbi Jene Smith, Tyler Phillips, Or Schraiber

Credits: Written and directed by Boaz Yakin. A Strand release.

Running time: 1:55

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AMC Theatres, $2.2 billion poorer, ready to reopen

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Flirting with financial ruin already, pummelled by the pandemic, AMC is reopening not a minute too soon. And might need a buyout to survive.

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