Movie Review: Bisset still has her shimmer in “Loren & Rose”

A screen legend gives better than a lackluster indie script deserves in “Loren & Rose,” a movie about a movie-maker befriending a once-famous actress he needs to get his new movie made.

Maybe there’s a bit of art-imitates-film-life in this Russell Brown film. His best known feature was “Search Engines” some years back. Casting Jacqueline Bisset as “Rose” made this middling-at-best drama worthy of financing. It became a darling of second tier film festivals (Ojai, Sarasota, Sedona, Hot Springs, etc.), more than one of which feted her with well-deserved “Lifetime Achievement” awards a coupld of years back.

Bisset is Rose Martin, something of a screen legend thanks to a few cult films that made her an icon to assorted subsets (the horror crowd, “the gays”) of the larger cinematic audience. But director Loren (actor and sometime director Kelly Blatz of “Prom Night”) needs this mercurial presence, infamous for “a series of disappearances” from the public eye and the screen, because she’s the “name” in his cast that will get his indie feature debut in production.

They meet at an equally “legendary” and out of the way Topanga Canyon Cafe Sun & Earth to talk about her starring role in a drama loosely based on the life of artist Georgia O’Keeffe.

“Loren & Rose” is a series of conversations that take place over the years as they collaborate, consider collaborating some more and become friends under the watchful care of ancient waiter Phil (Paul Sand of “The Hot Rock,” “Sweet Land” and TV’s “Palme Royale”).

Rose regales Loren and us with tales of flying into Bhutan to make a film, of “the heyday of hallucinogens,” or her one great love and of the highlights and pay-the-rent lowlights of her career.

“I felt like a port hooker on fleet week!”

She flatters the filmmaker who might engineer her comeback, even flirts a little as he goes on about breaking up with this same sex lover or that one and gushes about how “the gays” loved her career-defining role as a transgressive nun named “Lisa.”

Every so often, Loren drably voice-over narrates to catch the viewer up with what else has gone on in their lives, before and after they’ve met, and what’s happened between films.

As the story is framed within an estate sale of movie memorabilia and belongings, we gather that Rose has passed away and this narrative is a reminiscence.

The problem with this “My Dinner with Rose” is that the anecdotes are boilerplate dull. The drama inherent in “friction” between the two of them is flatly scripted and played. The stakes are low. So what if The Kid orders basically everything that provides the flavor left off of his “Restaurant Russian Roulette” meal orders?

Bisset, who worked with McQueen (“Bullitt”) and Truffaut (“Day for Night”), Huston (“Under the Volcano”) and Lumet (the 1970s “Murder on the Orient Express”), is still a radiant screen presence, a famous beauty who has aged with grace and whose talent for “lighting it up” on screen has never dimmed.

Blatz isn’t remotely on her level as acharismatic performer, but as Loren, he seems unintimidated. Perhaps if he had played the lad as a tad overawed, that would have given the conversations more edge.

But as Rose gently chides her director/suitor in the film, “If it ain’t on the page, it ain’t on the stage.” Brown’s script simply lacks the sizzle, pathos, friction or witty warmth to make “Loren & Rose” play.

Rating: unrated

Cast: Jacqueline Bisset, Kelly Blatz and Paul Sand.

Credits: Scripted and directed by Russell Brown. A Wise Lars production on Amazon.

Running time: 1:23

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Documentary Preview: A UFO/UAP “Aliens” doc that promises the Moon — “The Age of Disclosure”

A collection of (somewhat) more credible experts and officials than is usual for such docs — and Marco Rubio — tell us these “something is out there” phenomena are about to be proclaimed The Real Deal. Officially?

March 25, this one premieres at SxSW.

Will it deliver?

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Movie Review: Teacher helps a Troubled Student “Brave the Dark” of his Past

“Brave the Dark” is a earnest do-good/feel-good story of the “One Great Teacher Makes a Difference” genre. Released by Angel Studios, which brought us “Bonhoeffer,” “Sound of Freedom” and “Homestead,” where “earnest” is their brand, it’s a low-stakes, dramatically flat affair, a picture that never plucks the heartstrings it’s meant to.

“Dark” still makes a decent showcase for British actor Jared Harris (“Chernobyl,” “Mad Men,” and his acting brother Jamie Harris, if not for another brother — Damian Harris — who directed, had a hand in the script and never quite brings it to life.

They’re all sons of the late, great Hollywood hellion Richard Harris, if you didn’t know.

Nicholas Hamilton of “Captain Fantastic” and “It” is Nathan Williams, a high school hunk and track star at Pennsylvania’s Garden Spot High. He’s got a cute girlfriend (Sasha Bhasin), a ready running mate (Will Price), a leather jacket and a ’76 Camaro.

What more could a lad want in 1986 rural Pennsylvania?

It turns out that Nate’s keeping up appearances as the cleanest, best-laundered, best-groomed homeless kid in Lancaster County. He’s living in that Camaro. He runs track — in a fury — “just to use the showers.” He’s got no parents and no visible means of support. That’s a recipe for trouble, burglaries, just to get by.

The other teachers at Garden Spot might dismiss Nate as rude, impulsive, an indifferent student with a bad temper. But Mr. D, aka Stan Deen (Jared Harris), the English teacher, director of school plays and an adored figure on and off campus, notices Nate’s disappointment at not scoring anything from the vending machine. A Hershey bar is offered, and a slow-building mentorship and friendship begins.

In a school full of peers who shrug and say “Let the system take care of him,” after Nate is arrested for burglary, Mr. Deen decides to take matters into his own hands. He takes the kid in, questions and observes his actions and interests, and puts Nate’s photographic passion to work doing sets/backdrops for the school’s production of “Flowers for Algernon.”

Nate learns a few things about Mr. Deen — that he had dreams, that he came back to care for an infirm mother who recently died and that he’s not much of a housekeeper. And Mr. Deen slowly works his way towards understanding the kid his fellow teachers refer to as a “piece of trash,” the trauma of Nathan’s past.

“This too shall past,” he tells the boy, over and over, as Mr. Deen calls in favors in “the system” and takes his best shot at giving a child a chance, and maybe his own rewarding but disappointed life some purpose.

That phrase, “This too shall pass,” like the film’s generic cliche of a title, is banal in the extreme, another empty platitude in a movie full of them and a plot with little at stake and no edge.

And slapping another trademark Angel Studios, “Here’s the real guy this ‘true story’ is about to urge you to endorse this movie and ‘pay it forward’ by buying tickets for others” epilogue on “Brave the Dark” doesn’t change that.

The film glosses over how a teenager keeps a ’70s gas hog of a car going, much less feeds, grooms and clothes himself with no money as it avoids showing us how Nate navigates the difficult, energy and soul-sucking logistics of being homeless. There’s drama in that, and in keeping up the illusion that you’re not homeless to others.

The script never answers a question Nate asks on behalf of the viewer, “What’s your angle? Everybody’s got an angle, Stan.

Harris plays Mr. Deen as an exhuberant “type,” that teacher who throws her or himself into their work and their students with such enthusiasm that he touches scores of lives each school year. Is it all a performance? Is he maintaining an illusion, just like Nate? What’s HIS story? Harris didn’t lobby for or reach for deeper insights into the character, and Deen’s big emotional moments just sort of arrive, they don’t build.

Jamie Harris plays the kid’s probation officer. The traditional Hollywood way of portraying such characters is to give a craggy, crusty-looking actor a leather jacket, which is all what we see here.

And young Hamilton has a hard time wringing any pathos out of this character the way he’s scripted. Nate is bland, even in his hot-tempered moments, which are rare, and his emotional epiphany, which is inexcusable.

While one appreciates any Angel Studios release that doesn’t lean on any particular agenda — it’s not overtly a “faith-based” film — “Brave the Dark” has too little else going on to ever make it much more than a way of passing the time.

Rating: PG-13, violence, teen drinking and drug abuse, some profanity

Cast: Jared Harris, Nicholas Hamilton, Sasha Bhasin, Will Price and Kimberly S. Fairbanks

Credits: Directed by Damian Harris, scripted by Lynn Robertson Hay and Dale G. Bradley, based on an original script by Nathaniel Deen and John P. Spencer. An Angel Studios release.

Running time: 1:52

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Movie Review: A 1970 “radical” family working through their issues — “Three Birthdays”

“Radical” politics — sexual, racial and otherwise — Vietnam, the first Earth Day, the sexual revolution, “female solidarity” and Kent State are the backdrop of “Three Birthdays,” a downbeat family melodrama about the day “The Sixties Died.”

Writer-director Jane Weinstock is old enough to know her subject, to be connected to an age of violent political division yet alive with the possibilities of change on many fronts of American culture. But this dissection of the “destructive honesty” of living lives locked into the dogma of your beliefs feels watered-down, tepid and weary almost from the start.

Josh Radnor and Annie Parisse (TV’s “Friends from College”) play professors at an unnamed but famously-progressive Ohio college. Nuala Cleary is Roberta, “Bobbie,” their daughter who celebrates her April, 1970 birthday as the film opens by writing a poem about “When I’m no longer a virgin.”

She’s 17, liberated and always wearing Mom’s “Female Solidarity” t-shirt. And today’s the day she’ll lose that virginity.

Parents Kate and Rob preach tolerance, protesting injustice and “sexual freedom” at home with the daughter they treat like an adult, and fold these messages not just their homelife but their classes. Kate’s published books on feminism, and Rob’s finishing up a book on J. Edgar Hoover and the Red Scare — The House Unamerican Activity Committee ’40s and ’50s.

But those cherished beliefs are tested by both generations as Bobbie finds out something about her parents’ fraying marriage, Rob realizes he won’t get tenure and Kate’s forced to confront the consequences of the marital liberties she’s demanded and the “experimenting” she’s carrying on.

“It’s a lot easier to be a purist when you don’t have a kid. Or a husband.”

Rob’s mocked for throwing a Black power salute at some Black students at this Oberlin-ish bastion, just the beginning of his maybe-my-liberalism-is-a-tad-tone-deaf awakening.

“If only you could be a Black woman, all your problems would be solved.”

And Bobbie’s “I’m a WOMAN now” arguments to the ticket-taker at the cinema where and her prematurely “mature” pal Joyce (Gus Birney) want to see “Women in Love” hit the cold hard reality of adult problems of the worst sort that come with thinking you’re more grown up than you are.

One problem with “Three Birthdays” is the unintentionally quaint way many of these issues — the revolutionary act of lighting up a joint, mentions of “Kent State,” which we know is lingering on the horizon, “the times, sexual revolution and all that” — play today.

Casting Ohioan Radnor, playing yet another “Liberal Arts” and “I Used to Go Here” variation of his “enlightened liberal romantic” character from TV’s “How I Met Your Mother,” just doubles down on that sense of a time studied and talked-about, but not actually lived by those involved.

With this subject and message, avoiding casting Radnor seems like the smarter play here, unless you’re connecting the politics of those fraught times with a history of cinematic Jewish parenting, which Weinstock is not.

For all the seriousness of the subtexts “Three Birthdays” feels shallow, lightweight and less serious than it should, with a cast “acting as” rather than inhabiting characters from that strangest setting of all — the distant-enough but not-terribly-distant past.

Rating: unrated, sex, profanity, marijuana use

Cast: Josh Radnor, Annie Parisse, Nuala Cleary, Jasmine Batchelor, Dolly Wells, Uly Schlesinger and Guy Burnet.

Credits: Scripted and directed by Jane Weinstock. A Good Deeds Entertainment release.

Running time: 1:31

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Documentary Review: An Italian who inspired Tarantino, “Piero Vivarelli: Life as a B-Movie”

Piero Vivarelli was an Italian B-movie filmmaker, a “genre” director who dabbled in several genres, most famous (at home) for his musicarello pop and rock movies of the 60s.

If you’ve never heard of Rita Pavone, Tony Renis, Mina and other early ’60s Italian pop icons, you might never have heard of the genre, and you’ve probably never heard of Vivarelli, who also served as a music consultant for others’ films and was one of the composers of the landmark Italian rock tune “24.000 baci.”

But in addition to his bubbly, corny pop musicals, he made the notorious “The Black Decameron,” “Satanik” and “Il dio serpente.” And he scripted a certain Franco Nero ’60s Western titled “Django.” So if the loopy pop and exploitation titles didn’t tip you off, there’s your “Why he matters.” Quentin Tarantino is a fan.

Co-writers/directors Fabrizio Laurenti and Niccolò Vivarelli (one of Vivarelli’s sons) make a half-decent case that Vivarelli is worth knowing about beyond the borders of his homeland. The energy of the pop music scenes from his earliest films, the lurid sensuality of his later works, his dabbling in fascism and communism — he befriended Castro — overseeing several mostly-forgotten international productions in Cuba and elsewhere, add to his cachet.

His personal life — marriages and unending womanizing, a patriarchal fixation on Black women in particular, neglected kids — one who OD’d, another of whom of whom admits “My Dad wasn’t so much a Dad as a ‘character'” — gives the impression that Vivarelli was practically a parody of an Italian film director “of his time,” the ’60s and ’70s.

But Vivarelli is fondly remembered by critics and peers, filmmakers who followed in his wake and ex-wives for being very much an Italian man and movie maker of his “moment” — bubbly Teddy Boys and “rock chicks” in “Howler of the Dock,” “Rita, the American Girl,” zipping about on Vespas, stopping to sing and dance and shock their elders.

Film Movement or somebody selling them the rights to this cut seven minutes from the original release. I’m guessing it was mainly more nude scenes, or an actual interview with Tarantino, that were deleted.

Rating: unrated, nudity, profanity

Cast: Piero Vivarelli, Rita Pavone, Beryl Cunningham, Franco Nero, Emir Kusturica, Umberto Lenzi, Lars Bloch, Olivier Père and Quentin Tarantino

Credits: Scripted and directed by Fabrizio Laurenti and Niccolò Vivarelli. A Film Movement+ release.

Running time: 1:23

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Netflixable? Jamie and Cameron skylark through “Back in Action”

An absurd script is navigated with brio and professionalism in the “Back in Action” comedy.

Jamie Foxx and Cameron Diaz summon up their old school cool and comical chemistry (“Annie”), Glenn Close trots out an accent and the quips and ass-kickings pile up like Audis in a CGI-assisted pileup at the end of any given chase.

Director and co-writer Seth Gordon is known for big budget, action-packed larks (“The Lost City”), and for not always making them come off (“Pixels)”). He lives up and down to both reputations in a movie with pizazz and pop that’s never so amusingly over-the-top that you forget what nonsense this all is.

But as you would hope and expect, Foxx is past his health emergency — hale and hearty and sometimes a hoot — swapping zingers with Ms. “Still Got It” Diaz as two spy-parents on the lam with offspring who don’t now how badass their elders are.

The American spies are sleeping together when we meet them, teaming up for an Alpine heist of this high-tech, world-dominating “key.” As the mission goes wrong and they survive a digitally unsurvivable plane crash, Emily lets out “I’m pregnant.” After viewing a “royal flush” of pregnancy test-sticks, Matt says, “My favorite person is about to create my new favorite person…I’m in.”

And they’re out — off the spy-grid about out of action as they raise two kids, Alice and Leo (McKenna Roberts and Rylan Jackson), in McMansion suburbia. A cliched viral video of them delivering ass-whippings in a club underage Alice has fake-ID’d her way into blows their cover.

But that key? They still have it, 15 years later. And bad guys aplenty want it. Still.

Forget the car and boat chases through Britain, on the A roads and on the Thames, the well-choreographed (and stunt-doubled) brawls and think about that. This 15 year old high-tech key…still works? Still is cutting edge tech? Still holds the possibility for upending the global power structure?

That’s like Chechen and Polish bad guys risking their necks to fetch an MP3 player.

None of this is at all serious, these “Mr. and Mrs. Smith” suburbanites, “Boomers” with a “Karen” included, coping with sassy, tech-savvy rebel kids, renewing old contacts (Kyle Chandler is their old control agent, Andrew Scott is Mr. MI-6) and visiting Emily’s rich, estranged “MI-6 girl boss legend” mother, played by Close.

Casting Foxx always means there’s a better joke on the set than in the script. That minivan Mom and Dad just trashed through armed villains in SUVs in order to fetch the 14 year-old and 12 year-old from school? “What happened to our car?”

“Long story short, don’t valet.”

Each star gets plenty of moments to show off their still-sharp skills in fight choreography, and their way with a one-liner.

“I need to feel like that bitch again!”

Michael Jackson jabs, “Can you beat up” so-and-so’s dad jokes, “full English breakfast” put-downs and a “Push It Real Good” sing-along are among the low-hanging-fruit gags turned up here.

Every fight is staged to vintage pop songs — from Rat Pack baubles and Nat King Cole ballads to Lauryn Hill and James Brown classics.

All in a tale where the kids are the last to figure out Mom and Dad aren’t who they seem. Are they crooks on the lam?

“They’re not CRIMINALS! They’re in a PICKLEBALL league! They watch HGTV!”

God help me, I laughed a few times. And God bless Foxx for luring Cameron Diaz back on screen, and for his recovery. They’re damned cute together, even if their movie isn’t all that in concept, writing and any scene that involves “inaction.”

Rating: PG-13, violence, some profanity

Cast: Jamie Foxx, Cameron Diaz, McKenna Roberts, Rylan Jackson, Andrew Scott, Jamie Demetriou, Kyle Chandler and Glenn Close.

Credits: Directed by Seth Gordon, scripted by Seth Gordon and Brendan O’Brien. A Neflix release.

Running time: 1:52

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Classic Film Review: James Joyce by John Huston, “The Dead”(1987)

You don’t have to get old to truly appreciate John Huston’s elegiac ode to Belle Epoque Ireland and his farewell to the cinema.

Wintry, wistful, funereal and poetic, James Joyce’s “The Dead” becomes a simple, short and beautiful postcard from the past in Huston’s hands.

Others have attempted to adapt Joyce, but only a literary-minded cinematic craftsman such as Huston seemed to have the touch, the patience and the sympathies to make Joyce “play” on the screen. A high living bon vivant and Renaissance Man, Huston moved to Ireland in the ’50s, became an Irish citizen in the ’60s and seemed to relish and “get” the place and its most esteemed writer.

What lingers from the first time I saw this film was its stillness, the quiet world these sympathetically and sharply drawn characters gathered for a Dublin dinner party on a snowy January night in 1904. So little happens that sticks in the memory that I’ve never given another thought to seeing it again.

But hearing Tilda Swinton quote from the Joyce short story and Julianne Moore mention the movie, which the two great actresses are shown watching in Almodóvar’s attempt at a late career elegy, “The Room Next Door,” made me track it down to appreciate “The Dead” anew.

Spinster sisters Kate and Julie (Helena Carroll, Cathleen Delaney) and their niece Mary Jane (Ingrid Craigie) host an Epiphany dinner gathering of family and friends in their upper class Dublin townhouse on this winter’s night.

The sisters were music teachers, which their niece is now. Students, family members and minor luminaries will join them for roast goose, port, entertainment and conversation.

It’s a traditional gathering of long-standing — formal wear and dancing, singing and recitations, artistic debate, and political debate narrowly averted — wrapped in the informality of family and old fashioned Irish hospitality.

Mrs. Malins (Marie Kean) has come “home” from Edinburgh to check on her alcoholic son Freddy (Donal Donnelly), who’s “taken the pledge,” according to family friend, Mr. Brown (the grand character actor Dan O’Herlihy). When Freddy’s late, they all know why.

Not to worry. When Gabriel (Donal McCann) and his wife Gretta (Anjelica Huston) show up, he’ll take care that Freddy is kept presentable and manageable for the night. Gabriel is an Irish columnist for a British newspaper, but still frets over the annual “speech,” a sort of light-hearted benediction, that he delivers at these gatherings. Gretta bears a hidden burden underneath the gay appearance — Her husband insists she wear “galoshes,” can you imagine? — she affects.

Over the course of the evening, Gabriel will have his “West Briton” (pro-English) sentiments challenged, the great opera singers of the past and present will be compared and debated, with the tenor Mr. D’Arcy (Frank Patterson) weighing in and even singing. The venerable Mr. Grace (Sean McClory) will give a recitation of a “Broken Vow,” Freddy will be in his cups and emboldened to compare a “Negro tenor” at “the panto”to the tenors others are endorsing — Caruso among them.

It’s an evening of reminiscenes of “the dead” and an embrace of the “living,” a sentimental pause before the Great War and the politics of dissent and the rise of “The Troubles” to come. And it’s just as lovely, warm and comforting as can be.

Joyce, Tony Huston (who adapted the story) and John Huston give us only a glimpse of the backward, impoverished Ireland outside these doors — Gabriel’s mention of how “sick” he is of his country, that he takes his cycling tour vacations on The Continent just to get away from it.

One feels the Huston children and Irish cast are indulging old man John’s rose-colored fantasy of being an Irish squireen in this picture. The writer, director, traveler, adventurer bought and kept a great house — St. Clerans– and treated it as a salon, holding forth on occasions not unlike this one.

The cast is near perfect, from the little-known Irish actors who got their greatest Hollywood exposure to expat “Hollywood Irish” O’Herlihy, in grand form that would set him up for a memorable “Twin Peaks” turn a few years hence.

Yes, that’s future “Hollywood Irish” mainstay Colm Meaney in a small role, underscoring Huston’s eye for talent and actors with promise. Meaney would become one of the most accomplished and constantly employed Irish actors of them all, bucking-up many an Irish indie film after his “The Snapper,” “The Commitments” and “The Van” Roddy Doyle trilogy breakthrough.

“The Dead” is short and one could almost say “slight,” not words you think of when you think of James Joyce. Nominated for two Oscars, it was greeted on arrival as a fine, sentimental farewell for John Huston.

But almost 40 years on, nobody’s bested this film as a Joyce adaptation. And this modest-budget classic remains the great cinematic tintype of Belle Epoque Ireland, with emotions and poetic affectations that are among its author’s best and which still beautifully apply to the old man who filmed it, even if he outlived the sentiments of its final lines.

“One by one, we’re all becoming shades. Better to pass boldly into that other world, in the full glory of some passion, than fade and wither dismally with age. “

Rating: PG, alcohol abuse

Cast: Anjelica Huston, Donal McCann, Helena Carroll, Cathleen Delaney, Kate O’Toole, Donal Donnelly, Frank Patterson, Dan O’Herlihy and Colm Meaney

Credits: Directed by John Huston, scripted by Tony Huston, based on a “Dubliners” story by James Joyce.

Running time:1:23

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Movie Review: Colman Domingo plays an inmate with theatre in his blood at “Sing Sing”

Colman Domingo and the humanizing act of making theatre co-star in “Sing Sing,” a sometimes moving and often entertaining dramedy about prison inmates who just want to “put on a show.”

Domingo and a couple of other professional actors, and a lot of inmates, play members of various strata of New York’s Sing Sing Maximum Security inmate population society who “put in the work” to put on plays — rehearsing, doing theatrical exercises, connecting with their feelings as part of an RTA (Rehabilitation Through the Arts) project.

Divine G (Domingo) is abuzz with busyness, a man always at the keyboard, writing plays, novels and what not. There’s a note he’s penned to the bulletin board in his books-and-notebook-filled cell. “Finish two novels” while he’s inside. When another inmate asks for an autograph, he’s holding a copy of a paperback novel. Apparently John “Divine G” Whitfield is a published author.

We glimpse him on stage as Lysander in “A Midsummer Night’s Dream” — “And ere a man hath power to say “Behold!” The jaws of darkness do devour it up.”

No matter what anybody else is doing with their hard time, Divine G has hurled himself into creating fiction and acting. His RTA time is his “happy place,” an oasis from the Darwinian world of The Yard and every other place in this notorious lock-up.

Divine G is known, respected for all this self-improvement and creativity. He’s not the director of the plays, but he’s an on-stage coach to help his brothers find their character, to teach them memorizing-your-lines tricks and to help them learn to act as outside consultant Brent (Paul Raci) directs.

He’s not shy at letting how hurt he is show when the group’s planning committee decides that their new play must be a comedy, and be a “new play.” But it won’t be one Divine G. has scripted.

It should have “pirates” and “cowboys” and “time travel” and “ancient Egyptians” and the like. Let’s all have share an eyeroll with Divine G. over that.

And this newest member of their company may be the toughest guy in the yard, a real “block monster.” Divine G? Meet Divine Eye (Clarence Maclin).

Divine Eye was on “the waiting list” to get into the ensemble. But he’s not shy about making his auditioners wait if he’s got some shakedown or threat he needs to carry out. Divine Eye wants to be “that Hamlet dude.” He “gets” Shakespeare’s great existential question, “To be, or not to be.”

“I’ve been playin’ a part my whole life.”

“Sing Sing” is about putting on that impossible show, the one with Hamlet and cowboys and time travel and pirates and gladiators — Did I mention the gladiators? — and Egyptians in search of their “Mummy.”

Director and co-writer Greg Kwedar — he directed and co-wrote “Transpecos” and co-wrote “Jockey” — does a decent job of balancing the “real world” these artists live in with the low stakes theater one they give themselves over to.

A lot of what we see here is perfectly predictable — drama behind the comedy they’re trying to put on, sudden death, parole hearings and the fatalism of the lifers. But Domingo (“Rustin,” “The Color Purple”) elevates everything he appears in, even the zombie TV show that gave him his big break.

Domingo creates electricity in his scenes with ex-con Maclin, a “brother” who has to be instructed that we don’t drop the N-word at rehearsal. “We use ‘Beloved.'” As in “What up, my Beloved?” Divine G. lets little of his own personal story out, just a bit here and there. But being smart and well-read, he has high hopes the parole board will consider new evidence and his helpful activities inside when they meet him again.

On stage or “in stir,” have faith in “the system,” he preaches.

“The system that’s trying to keep you in here,” Divine Eye cracks?

There’s fun in the inventiveness of the troupe as they simulate a pirate ship on stage (a laundry cart with a mast and a newspaper sail) or clouds (sheets of clear plastic, waved/undulated from the wings) and cook up the most bizarre costumes.

And there’s tension in the short-fused Divine Eye testing Divine G’s patience, power and manhood.

“Everybody thinks something about you, just because you dance.”

There are more worthy dramas, dramatic scripts and lead performances among this year’s crop of “awards contenders.” But you’ll be hard-pressed to find another movie with “And the Oscar goes to” pretensions more entertaining than the inspiring tale of inmates trying to make comedy out of utter nonsense on the stage in “Sing Sing.”

Rating: R, threats of violence, profanity

Cast: Colman Domingo, Clarence Maclin, Sean San Jose, Mosi Eagle, David Giraudy and Paul Raci

Credits: Directed by Greg Kwedar, scripted by Clint Bentley and Greg Kwedar, based on prison plays by “The Sing Sing Follies” (by John H. Richardson) and “Breakin’ the Mummy’s Code” by Brent Buell. the An A24 release.

Running time: 1:47

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Movie Review: Tragic, Scandalous and Recent History Remembered — “Nickel Boys”

In “Nickel Boys,” first-time feature director RaMell Ross almost overwhelms performance with technique.

Characters are obscured, faces hidden, glimpsed from the legs down to their shoes, passing by in the blur of memory. By the time we set our eyes on the protagonists and antagonists and their sad story, it’s almost a letdown from the breathless flickering, features-distorting extreme close-ups, archival news footage and the like that’s swept over us for so long.

The actors and the characters they’re playing eventually emerge, some warm or dangerous, most not wholly formed even after we get to know them.

But that turns out to be an ingenious approach in adapting Colton Whiteheads Civil Rights Era novel, a drama/jeremiad and mystery about racism and the long-ordained instruments of repression of white supremacist Southern culture.

It’s a non-linear memory play of childhood, a life interrupted and a dream deferred. Ross challenges the viewer to get into his film’s headspace, parse its meaning and even the characters themselves before they’re wholly seen and identified. And as he does, he forces us to face up to not the ancient past, but the recent one, and its implications for today as America leans into racism and Florida — the setting of the film — re-embraces racism, discrimination and even Naziism.

A child drifts through memories of orange trees in the yard and the adoring Nana (Aunjanue Ellis-Taylor) who raises him. Her guidance, and the later intervention of that one Tallahassee high school teacher that makes a difference (Jimmie Fails) hints that young Elwood (Ethan Herisse) may make more of himself than the menial, servile jobs that were all that Blacks in the 1960s American South had to look forward to.

His grandmother is a maid. Elwood has a shot at admission to a technical college.

Thanks to Martin Luther King, Jr. and other civil rights movement activists seen on TV, and heard in speeches on LPs in Mr. Hill’s class, there’s a chance Elwood will grow up in a more just America. He’s moved to pick up a picket sign himself as Bull Connor unleashes dogs and firehoses on protesters on TV, racist mobs assault bus borne “freedom riders” and segregation endures, even at the cinema showing “The Ugly American.”

But making his way to that technical college is Elwood’s undoing. He hitches a lift from the wrong Black man in a turquoise car that isn’t his. “The system” grabs Elwood and will not let him go, even though he’s a minor, even though he’s innocent.

“Nickel Academy” is where he’s bound, sentenced there by a court system deaf to Black protests, Black evidence and the idea that Black lives might matter. It’s a panhandle Florida reform “school,” as savagely segregated as the rest of the state. White offenders have it relatively easy. The Black kids are barely “taught,” with “reform” and release an elusive pipe dream, thanks to the brutish disciplinarian (Hamish Linklater) and his Black staff minions.

The kids are put to work, not just at the school, but in the community — slave labor for local whites who need a garden tended, a porch painted or what have you. The white “students” are better fed, save on those days when state “inspectors” good-ol’-boy their way through a camp tour. The Black kids’ food is often sold, under the table, to white businesses in the community.

Bullied, scorned and quickly deluded about the “justice” of this place, his plight and his chances for surviving the experience, much less “graduating” from it, Elwood lets new pal Turner (Brandon Wilson) see the notebook he’s keeping — evidence, names, dates and addresses of grifts, bribes and those committing violence.

“If everybody looks the other way, then everybody’s in on it. If I look the other way, I’m as implicated as the rest.”

Ross, using a subjective camera, conceals characters in that not-distant past, and those who live on with the trauma and survivor’s guilt who stumble into each other decades later (the 1988 Seoul Olympics is seen on TV). That blunts some of the pathos, if not the empathy the viewer feels for anybody in that spot.

Our protagonist remembers watching “The Defiant Ones” on TV, never dreaming he’d be facing that kind of “slavery lives on” Southern “justice” system in his own life. That film prefigures his own in other ways, it turns out.

What’s striking here is how Ross — he directed the documentary “Hale County, This Morning, This Evening” — generates suspense, fear and empathy almost in spite of the way he bathes his movie in uncertainty and mystery. We question little of what we see, not because of the history that backs this damning drama up, but because the storytelling so vividly mimics the way memory works.

But memory can play tricks, safeguard the mind from trauma and bury unpleasant truths.

That can happen to people who have lived through something awful, or people who chose not to remember that Southern justice wasn’t dispensed the way it was depicted in that TV show whose theme tune one incarcerated Black teen is moved to whistle at the most ironic moment.

There’s a reason there were almost no (only one) Black faces in the entire run of that staple of white Southerners’ TV comfort food diet, “The Andy Griffith Show.”

In challenging “the good ol’days” and reminding us that Sleepy Time Down South was always a myth, one in danger of returning to American culture thanks to racist erasers of history and in challenging cinematic storytelling conventions to remember this ugly (fictionalized, inspired by real events) state-sponsored crime, Ross has made that rarest of films.

“Nickel Boys” is American history, Southern history and Florida history uncovered and exposed, and a cautionary lesson to a culture backsliding into the comfort of more and more lies and delusions, all served up in one of the most artful films of 2024.

Rating: PG-13, violence, racism, smoking, profanity

Cast: Ethan Herisse, Brandon Wilson,
Aunjanue Ellis-Taylor and Hamish Linklater.

Credits: Directed by RaMell Ross, scripted by RaMell Ross and Jocelyn Barnes, based on the novel by Colton Whitehead. An Orion Pictures, Amazon/MGM release.

Running time: 2:20

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Movie Review: Awards contending “The Brutalist” punches above its weight

“The Brutalist” is a brutally smart drama for a brutally stupid age.

Brady Corbet’s American saga touches on everything from classism and racism to anti-Semitism and the Holocaust as its hero staggers along the jagged edge of American capitalism as he faces the white supremacism of the privileged rich.

The “American Dream” is as upended as the immigrant title character’s first view of the Statue of Liberty when arrives from Europe. Whatever László Tóth hopes this new world will be, whatever promise the myth of America makes to those who would come, it’s not just the “Land of Opportunity.” It’s a land that tolerates poverty and discriminates against many of the ablest and most talented, just because that’s what the rich elites desire — attitudes unchallenged, a status quo that protects them from all comers.

The central metaphor here comes from the school of architecture known as brutalism — rough, imposing forms that took the icy beauty of Bauhaus School design to a logical endgame — harsh, unvarnished reality commenting on boxy functionality and “efficiency.”

We meet László Tóth (Adrien Brody) as he is fleeing postwar Europe to America, where he doesn’t take the symbolic, jostled upside-down view (from steerage) vision of The Statue of Liberty as a warning.

He is a Hungarian Jew, “forcibly separated” from his wife by the Nazi Holocaust, eager to put the horrors of Europe behind him. A cousin (Alessandro Nivola) has sponsored him and summoned him to his Philadelphia furniture business. Attila has wisely changed his name to “Miller” for his “Miller & Sons” (there are no sons) business, married a Catholic “shiksa” and become Catholic himself.

Toth, “a trained and licensed (in Hungary) architect” will design and build furniture for Miller & Sons. He will give customers the “ugly” tables and chairs they want, which Attila makes to order. But Toth will also design sleek, minimalist bent-tube tables and chairs and play a part in launching the “mid century modern movement,” or so we gather.

The son (Joe Alwyn) of a rich client commissions a “study” makeover in entrepreneur Harrison Lee Van Buren’s (Guy Pearce) beaux art mansion on his suburban estate. Toth produces something radical and stunning and not at all appreciated by Van Buren Senior. The rich refuse to pay, as they often do.

Toth is ruined, kicked out by the cousin and forced into manual labor until that “American Dream” moment when Look Magazine does a pictorial of the mansion and Toth’s domed library creates a sensation.

Van Buren, a man who finds Toth’s aesthetic, his world weariness and cynicism “stimulating conversation,” and so he changes his life. Van Burn will “nurture one of the defining talents of our epoch.” Toth will design a vast suburban civic center honoring Van Buren’s late mother. It will be a hilltop landmark with a brutalist message for America.

We’ve heard, from the film’s beginning, the plaintive pleas of Toth’s wife (Felicity Jones), who has survived the camps and is taking care of his young niece, in (Hungarian, with subtitles) voiced-over letters. Years pass as the building project starts, and eventually the rich man commissions his Jewish lawyer to expedite Erzsébet Tóth’s immigration.

Once there, Laszlo’s indiscretions with prostitutes cease, but not the heroin injections he takes for the pain of his injuries in Europe, physical and psychic.

We’ve seen him lose any rose-colored glasses-view of America in Toth’s recognizing the poverty and racism (Isaach De Bankolé plays a single-dad he meets in a soup line) in a land of opulent wealth and selective, capricious charity by the filthy rich. Erzsébet, an Oxford-educated journalist in The Old Country, reinforces this view even as László is plainly less thrilled to see her than she is him.

The Toths will be tested as a grand, stark edifice rises on a hill in Doylestown in wealthy Bucks County in “Pennsylvania,” a state of steel and microcosm of America as a newsreel frequently-sampled in the film reminds us, “the land of decision.”

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