Series Review: Lambos, Pubs, Tik Tok Tractoring and health scares come to “Clarkson’s Farm 4”

One of streaming TV’s most popular “reality” series returns for a fourth season of plowing, planting, impregnating and shipping off to slaughter in “Clarkson’s Farm 4,” the British show about celebrity TV motoring reviewer/presenter Jeremy Clarkson‘s transition to gentleman farming.

A blockbuster series for Amazon that premiered at the tail end of COVID, it’s been a comical and eye-opening documentary about the grueling routines and never-ending threats to farming and one arrogant, impatient and mechanically inept “gentleman” who takes it on, late in life.

The series is an appealing blend of escapism — going “back to the land,” with the steep learning curve that portends — coupled with the ominous threats to farming as a way of life and a business, and celebrity.

Yes, it’s all about the now-climate-changed weather. And no, there’s not much anyone can do about it, “Greta Thunberg” shots be damned.

Clarkson makes a garulous, self-effacing tour-guide for the reality of this life — cocksure he can figure out every farmer’s best friend — a new work “shortcut,” or fresh angles, crop and money/time/livestock-saving devices.

With eyerolls from his young, farm-born farm manager Kaleb Cooper, farm planner/accountant Charlie Ireland and significant other Lisa Hogan, Clarkson’s tried to turn goats into a farm brambles-clearing business, attempted to break into the horse radish/wasabi market and grow giant mushrooms as a bottom-line-saving delicacy.

Longtime fans of Clarkson’s “Top Gear” and “Grand Tour” TV series are treated to his clumsy attempts at mastering the vast array of motorized vehicles on the thousand acre farm he’s named Diddley Squat. His weakness for complicated, “sexy,” overpowered and break-down prone Italian cars is reflected in his love of Lamborghini tractors.

And his celebrity means that he is able to directly market much of what he produces — from grains turned into his signature beer, Hawkstone, to potatoes, beef and mushrooms et al sold in a wildly popular, TV-plugged and celebrity-labeled farm store, which has been a headache for him and Chipping-Norton village neighbors and Oxfordshire council members and planners.

That store and the vicisitudes of Britain’s notoriously damp and climate-changed weather remain ongoing gripes of Season Four of the series, which opens with Clarkson coping with the celebrity he’s bestowed on his cherubic, practical and increasingly outspoken and famous employee Kaleb. Cooper got his own British farm-and-performance hall tour and Amazon special (“The World According to Kaleb: On Tour,” goofy and offhandedly charming) and when “Farm 4” begins, he’s not around.

That leads to Clarkson hiring a young woman, Harriet Cowan, who is both an impressively skilled farmer and a Tik Tok influencer. She’s dolled-up, hair blown-out and eyelashes added for her music videos set to the mundane work of tractoring, with implied feminist empowerment in showing her doing all the work the menfolk do.

Clarkson? He’s well-over 60, struggling with the work, health issues and unruly eyebrows even as he trots out his favorite phrase.

“I’ve had a brilliant idea.”

There are new crops attempted, new land preservation and land management issues owing to ever-shifting government “schemes” and now-changing governments.

Clarkson decides to use his celebrity to try and open a pub, attempting an end-run around “the planning police” of Oxfordshire, who reflected community resistance to all the fan-traffic that flood his farm store there. Why not try to open a pub/restaurant/butcher shop/store in the more tourism-friendly Cotswalds, then?

“Farm 4” thus takes on elements of the property-hunt series “Escape to the Country” as Clarkson & Co. note the collapse of “the village pub” — with a thousand of them closing a year over recent decades. There’s plenty of empty and historic pubs to choose from, and some lip service is paid to at least the governmental side of why so many fail or are not “allowed” to succeed — not too much — thanks to traffic, “quiet” and quality of life localism and regulations.

The series also touches on threats to small-scale farming such as a loss of local abattoirs for livestock slaughter, the rising age of the average farmer and the “loneliness” of an important profession that is all grinding routine, physical hazards and limited rewards.

On both sides of the pond, the opportunity-lacking countryside is emptying out as young people leave and an increasingly narrow, older and conservative demographic remains and recklessly votes itself into oblivion.

In the years since “Clarkson’s Farm” premiered, I’ve moved back to the rural Virginia county where I grew up and onto a farm. That’s given me fresh appreciations for this “Green Acres meets the Kardashians” concept, and of how this series attempts a balance of “scripted” bits and the simple, solitary and grueling reality of farming life.

I need to water, move water, (organically) spray apple trees, stake tomato plants, wrangle unruly farm dogs and feed chickens after I finish this review. Clarkson’s endless “What day is this?” isn’t just about the forgetfulness of age. Every day has its long list of chores, repairs, planting or harvesting prep and animal care, and that goes on even though there isn’t a film crew or a mania for “sharing” the life and work via cellphone videos. The days all run together.

Am I writing this on Sunday? Memorial Day?

The “celebrity” side of things means Clarkson can name drop like a chat show host, model a nifty cap he got from Woody Harrelson, open a “celebrity” pub like his “Grand Tour” mate James May, and command attention wherever he goes. Realtors line up to show him pubs and council members either relish the camera attention of meeting with him over his “planned improvements,” or shun camera and him in part just to put this interloper/poseur in his place.

So there are new wrinkles in the fourth season of “Clarkson’s Farm,” but no novel themes or real new challenges aside from the health scare. It’s pleasantly more of the same, more Clarkson cunning “plans,” more ridicule from one fresh face and a lot of more familiar ones.

There are a lot more “Feckin’ eejit” cracks from his just-as-farm-naive Irish TV lady friend Lisa.

Clarkson and his longtime “Top Gear” and beyond producer Andy Wilmon know where the laughs are in all the tractor confusion and mishaps, and can command a legion of tractor salesmen to show up so that Clarkson can make a TV-friendly “bit” pointing to an informed and practical decision about whether to go with a Holland, John Deere, Massey Ferguson or Case International Harvestor to work his farm.

And they know the laughs will always come from the pretentious bloke his colleagues nicknamed “Orangutan” making the flashiest and most impractically Italian choice possible. Again. The feckin’ eejit.

Rating: TV-16+, profanity, alcohol consumption

Cast: Jeremy Clarkson, Kaleb Cooper, Lisa Hogan, Charlie Ireland, Gerald Cooper, Dilwyn Evans, Alan Townsend and Harriet Cowan

Credits: Created by Andy Wilmon. An Amazon Prime release.

Running time: eight episodes @:39-:51 minutes each

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Movie Review: “Fountain of Youth” ages Everybody Involved

It begins with some sparkling action — a motorbike/fisticuffs getaway in Bangkok — and lopes into a jaunty railroading escape in rural Thailand.

There are self-aware jokes ridiculing the silliness of the very idea of a magical “fountain” that bestows health, eternal youth and the promise of wealth.

There’s even a hint of self-awareness as the action adventure rips off Indiana Jones, “Da Vinci Code” and “Tomb Raider” and the like.

You think “We’re in ‘National Treasure’ territory. Maybe all this nonsense will make sense. Somehow.”

But as the dialogue never-quite-overcomes its creakiness and the story veers towards “The Mummy” and the laughs and suspense never really show up, one can feel the wind going right out of the cast’s performances. They get that “At least the check cleared” look in their eyes.

Guy Ritchie’s “Fountain of Youth” makes you feel embarassed for the players, because they can’t hide the sheepishness that sets in having to mouth bad lines in a ludicrous story that just drags on and on with a dogged resignation that “We’ve got to get through that ‘Lost Ark’ finale, kids. Make the best of it.”

John Krasinski plays Luke, an underhanded antiquarian who isn’t above stealing famous paintings to get him where he’s going.

Natalie Portman plays his museum currator sister Charlotte, who loses her British National Gallery job when Luke ducks in to catch up, and oh, steal a Rembrandt.

There’s this rich oligarch (Domhnall Gleason) who is dying and who is determined to find the mythic “fountain of youth” to save himself. And our siblings, the children of a famous archeologist, are compelled to humor him because he’s got gobs of money and their late archaeologist/dad taught them that myths shared across many cultures must have a little truth to them.

So they’ll “chase this pot of golf” because “life is about the adventure,” and “the journey’s more important than the” destination.

Love that John Krasinksi. But he can’t hide how let-down he must have felt as he recited these hokey lines, and others like them.

The quest that Charlotte is roped into involves clues hidden in paintings by the Renaissance masters, a “Da Vinci Code” dash through a puzzle that will reveal a location for the fountain that isn’t in Florida. They hope.

They will raise a long-sunken ocean liner (Because why dive to it to retrieve an artifact?), venture from London to Vienna and beyond, doing whatever it takes because “Moneybags” has deep pockets and no time for following the rules.

Every time Charlotte says “We’re NOT grave-robbers,” we and Portman and anybody with a lick of sense thinks “Yes, you are.”

They are pursued by a sexy-flirty-but-deadly representative (Eiza González of “The Ministry of Ungentlemanly Warfare”) of people who want any such mythic fountain kept a secret (Big Pharma?) and an Interpol agent (Arian Moayed) determined to bring the art thief Luke to justice.

The violence is mostly comical until it abruptly shifts to body-count bloody in the third act. The “fun” is long gone by then, anyway.

Krasinski and González manage some light mid-brawl banter that hints at “chemistry” that the script doesn’t really provide.

Portman soldiers through it, with Gleason at his least inspired and Ritchie helming his uncoolest clunker since his divorce from Madonna.

Most of the players give away how badly they figure this is turning out in the performances, especially in a one-scene turn by the last “big name” in the cast.

If Portman, Krasinski, Gleason and even Stanley Tucci seem embarrassed, we can’t help but feel embarrassed for them.

Rating: PG-13, violence, lots of bloodshed

Cast: John Krasinksi, Natalie Portman, Eiza González, Domhnall Gleason, Carmen Ajogo, Laz Alonzo and Stanley Tucci.

Credits: Directed by Guy Ritchie, scripted by James Vanderbilt. An Apple TV+ release.

Running time: 2:05

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Movie Preview: A Student Film Gets picked up for Wide Distribution — “Lands End”

A collaborative effort by UC Berkeley students resulted in this drama of three interconnected creative lives struggling to break through.

Very polished looking, if a tad navel gazing in nature.

Freestyle will serve this up June 13.

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Movie Preview: An Irish Romance decorated with Helena Bonham Carter, Gabriel Byrne and Pierce Brosnan — “Four Letters of Love”

Novelist Niall Williams adapted his novel for director Polly Steele (“Let Me Go”), a period piece built around a youthful love affair tested and assisted by faith, history, ghosts, etc.

Ann Skelly and Finn O’Shea are the young lovers, with Carter, Byrne and Brosnan as the adults in the room, in the way or offering assistance.

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Movie Preview: Dermot Mulroney’s a crooked senator who finds “Killing Mary Sue” a bit tricky

Sierra McCormick has the title role in this June 13 first-person-shooter action comedy.

Note the “Fortnight” reference.

Mulroney, French Stewart, Jake Busey, Jason Mewes, Sean Patrick Flanery, veteran heavy Martin Kove and I assume his son Jesse are also in the cast.

McCormick was in “VFW,” which are some pretty good credentials to bring to a B-movie where you wear a lot of makeup and do a lot of shooting.

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Movie Preview: Darren Aronosky has Austin Butler and Zoe Kravitz “Caught Stealing”

Aged punks, Hassidic gangsters and a clever vanity plate tumble together in this who-stole-what-from-whom action comedy

Aronofsky’s not exactly box office, nor are his stars. So that may explain the “dumping ground of August” release date (8-29).

They cut a fun trailer out of it, anyway.

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Movie Review: “Mission: Impossible — The Final Reckoning,” or so we presume

It’s all just too much, really.

The flashbacks within flashbacks, serving up 30 years of “Mission: Impossible’s” Great Hits, dead characters (and deceased actors) revisited, the dangling from this or that, or diving, or dying — the A-bombs, missles ready to launch — the succession of interlocking, inter-edited cliffhangers, clocks ticking down and Tom Cruise running running against all logic related to distances, geography, human stamina and Father Time.

The “Final” “Mission: Impossible” film, “The Final Reckoning,” is close to three hours of cinematic brinkmanship, a convoluted, all-encompassing, back-engineered and quasi-philosophical thriller that loses all sense of urgency in an ever-growing series of insurmountable threats that emotionally cancel each other out.

Director and co-writer Christopher McQuarrie, who wrote and directed four of the eight films of this franchise, and star and producer Tom Cruise were hard pressed to top the stakes and the epic stunts of the first seven films. So pile all the threats into one “entity.” And as for stunts, they sort of repeat them, or when it comes to hanging from airplanes, they have him hang from two instead of one.

It’s still a thrill to see Cruise and not a stunt double clinging to the wing, landing gear or fuselage of a couple of biplanes — not digital facsimiles — traversing the skies over South Africa. The action beats are sometimes spectacular. And there are grace notes tossed in, designed to make this saga’s farewell poignant.

But all the excess here, all the explaining, revisiting, backfilling, the “end of humanity” squared stakes which supposedly ratchet up the suspense tend to deaden and dull up the works.

There’s a resignation to all this that even creeps into Cruise’s eyes if not his young-for-60something legs, even if one suspects there’s some fast-motion trickery to his epic sprints this time around. And long about the time a second bomb is ticking down towards Armageddon, the viewer can be forgiven for indulging in that killer of thrillers — impatience.

The story finishes the unfolding catastrophe set up in “MI: Dead Reckoning.” An AI “Entity,” developed by the Russians, has become sentient and all-powerful, seemingly dead set on taking over the electronic universe we live in and setting humanity at one another so that the planet is purged of people.

Ethan Hunt has been called “The Chosen One” and played the Catcher in the Rye for America and the human race so long that he’s realized he’s the only one who can stop it. Again. By going rogue. Again.

He’s also up against a cackling villain (Esai Morales, in rare form) who aims to get control of The Entity and rebuilding and re-ordering human civilization as he does.

The president (Angela Bassett), the Sec. of Defense (Nick Offerman), the IMF Chief (Henry Czerny) and Ethan’s team have to listen to him beg them to “trust me, one last time.”

Most don’t. But some will. They include the sickly tech wizard Luther (Ving Rhames), nerdier gadget guru Benji (Simon Pegg) and the latest fiesty Brit female accomplice Grace (Hayley Atwell). The furious French assassin Paris (Pom Klementieff), a minion of the evil archangel Gabrial (Morales) must be turned and a good IMF agent (Greg Tarzan Davis) has to “go rogue” to join up.

Because they’re going to need all the help they can get as they defy flight times and the laws of physics to get Ethan from London or Langley to the Bering Sea or the “Doomsday Vault” of South Africa to save the world in four days. Make that three…

The philosophical content never gets deeper than characters repeating the phrases “chosen one” and “It is written” in reference to Hunt’s central role, his “fate” and “destiny” in both fighting this mess, and causing it.

Improbable gadgets and our Energizer Bunny hero are hurled at wildly improbable and perilous problems, but with every fresh life-and-death quandary, Cruise only lets resignation cross Hunt’s eyes for a moment before resolutely sacrificing himself to his mission. He will not give up.

The film is populated with the sort of diversity that apparently irritates the less tolerant. Try not to notice the African American president, lady admiral (Hannah Waddington), the tough-as-nails Navy diver (Katy O’Brian) or the plucky, problem-solving Inuit woman (Lucy Tulugarjuk) if “representation” bothers you.

But at some point, several characters’ response to this cascading cluster of calamities one and all must overcome, “We’ll figure it out,” becomes wearying.

Too many ticking clocks mean that no one ticking clock builds towards a climax. And that no one seems all that rushed much of the time.

You can admire Cruise’s commitment to the part, his cast and his franchise, appreciate the spectacle and be impressed by the stunning stunts and still come away from this not-quite-grand finale feeling deflated. The real problems and conflicts these films have flirted with aren’t being resolved by any “chosen one,” or any one at all.

Whatever “the play,” whatever the “end game” in this escalating series of dangers and disasters, “justice,” “salvation” or even “just deserts” is out of reach.

In “The Final Reckoning,” do we identify with the heedless, headstrong and reckless fighter who is sure only he can save everyone, even “those we’ve never met?” Or do we throw up our arms and throw in with the cackling megalomaniac and his bro-minions, fatalists and nihilists to a one?

It’s only a movie, of course, not one of the better ones in this sometimes entertaining but occasionally muddled franchise. Taken to heart as a movie of its moment, and not just experienced as “a ride,” it’s too bad they had to go out with a repetitive, bloated bummer.

Rating: PG-13, violence, bloody images, profanity

Cast: Tom Cruise, Hayley Atwell, Ving Rhames, Simon Pegg, Esai Morales, Henry Czerny, Holt McCallany, Pom Klementieff, Hannah Waddington, Shea Whigham, Janet McTeer, Nick Offerman and Angela Bassett

Credits: Directed by Christopher McQuarrie, scripted by Erik Jendresen and Christopher McQuarrie, based on the TV series created by Bruce Geller. A Paramount Pictures release.

Running time: 2:49

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Movie Review: Homeless Man hears “The Golden Voice” on Rittenhouse Square

“The Golden Voice” is the most sentimental movie treatment of living on the streets since “The Pursuit of Happyness.” Cliched, cute and cloying, its very engaging cast is never able to overcome the weight of Hallmark Movie homelessness this script and this production wrap them in.

For the film formerly titled “Rittenhouse Square” writer director Brandon Eric Kamin paired up Nick Nolte and singer and big screen newcomer Darren Jones for a story of a talented runaway who meets a homeless man in a Philly park who stops the kid from hanging himself.

“Your KNOT’S all jacked-up” is all it takes to talk the teen down from that tree where he’s chosen a limb that won’t even support his weight, according to the grizzled, street-wise Vietnam vet Barry.

In an instant, Barry’s sharing a story about war crimes he was ordered to commit in ‘Nam as he takes a shaky swig from the bottle in the paper bag.

In another instant, KJ lets us and Barry know he’s a preacher’s son, and he picks up his guitar for a killer cover of the Lumineers “Ho Hey.” The kid’s voice is “golden,” the old “bum” declares. “Like HELL you’re gonna off that voice on my watch!”

The tone is set and the die is cast. No, Barry never will ride that skateboard he’s always got under his arm. No, his reasons for running away and wanting to kill himself aren’t remotely compelling. Yes, the old man will insist the kid do something with that voice. There’s no point expecting anything surprising as even the unpleasantries to come are cliches.

Nolte’s worn-out growl suits the role and the circumstances to a T. Barry’s hard luck story will be woven into insights about everybody we’ve loved greeting us in heaven with a concert of kazoos and timeworn rules to live by.

“You gotta be nice to people,” is one. “Die with memories, not dreams” is another.

Carmen Ruby Floyd plays the preacher who gave birth to KJ and whom he’s fled. Haniq Best plays the fashion show runway ready reporter who publicizes KJ’s talent.

Jones, with just a couple of single episode TV credits and a Broadway turn in the recent “West Side Story” revival on his resume, sings like an angel with the voice of “Luther Vandross,” not that “Michael Bubbles” fellow, as Barry puts it.

But like Nolte, Jones is better than the cutesie character and pablum-packed script he’s performing.

The road to Rittenhouse Square may be paved with good intentions. But if homelessness was this cozy, everybody’d try it.

Rating: TV-PG, some violence, profanity, alcohol abuse

Cast: Nick Nolte, Dharon Jones, Carmen Ruby Floyd and Haniq Best.

Credits: Scripted and directed by Brandon Eric Kamin. A Vertical release on Amazon Prime.

Running time: 1:25

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Documentary Review: A Legend Gets his Due as “Swamp Dogg Gets his Pool Painted”

Documentary filmmakers are always looking for a subject that’s colorful and obscure enough to justify the years it sometimes takes to make a non-fiction film about it or them.

The guys who made “Swamp Dogg Gets his Pool Painted” had a gold mine fall right in their laps. Their subject phoned one of them up to tweak the autotune in an LP the old man had recorded and produced and mischievously titled “Love, Loss and Autotune.”

None of the filmmakers had ever heard of Swamp Dogg, nor have a whole lot of other people. But that “Autotune” wasn’t the man’s first LP. He’s been recording since the 1950s. “Swamp Dogg” is not his original name, as he scored his first successes as Little Jerry Williams. And the funk, R&B and soul he was doing at the time wasn’t his first genre, only his most recent.

Hell, he topped the charts by writing one of the undisputed classics of country music of the ’70s, “She’s All I Got,” a hit for Johnny Paycheck, Tanya Tucker and others.

The man’s rambling ’60s bungalow in the San Fernando Valley has a music and music video studio, a music archive and the home to not just one musical cult figure, Swamp Dogg, but to his pal and contemporary, Guitar Shorty and to musical polymath Moogstar, a freaky funkster with Cameo and The Zapp Band among his credits.

And the homeowner of this creative trio, Swamp Dogg, as Jerry Williams has called himself since about 1970, had a very specific idea of about how he’d like to have his pool painted.

“Swamp Dogg Gets his Pool Painted” evolved into one of the most entertaining music docs of recent history, a goofy, semi-stoner take on one of popular music’s genuine characters. Swamp Dogg tells his story — his memory’s a little fuzzy on exact dates — reminds his interviewers that at his peak he had a mansion on Long Island and “nine mother-f—-ing cars,” Caddy convertibles and a Rolls Royce among them.

He wrote minor hits for himself, and co-authored Gene Pitney’s smash “She’s a Heartbreaker.” Williams became Swamp Dogg just as Parliament went Funkadelic, and he became an underground record success who never lasted more than one LP on any “major” label. As an A&R man with Atlantic Records, he championed Patti Labelle among others.

He later launched his own record label and helped give hip hop a leg up (Alonzo Williams and Dr. Dre owe Dogg, as does Snoop).

Filmmakers Isaac Gale, Ryan Olson and David McMurry listen to Dogg’s humbragging, and fact-check him (it’s pretty much all true) as we see him in the studio with alt-pop star Jenny Lewis and record a duet that with singer-songwriter John Prine of a Prine song both men turned into hits — “Sam Stone.”

And the documentarians, assorted neighbors, friends and passers by (Mike Judge, Johnny Knoxville) drop in to see how the pool painting’s going.

Apparently, the filmmakers hooked Swamp Dogg up with painter Jesse Willenbring. You’ll have to stay to the end to see what the two of them conceived.

“Swamp Dogg” bowls us over with the sort of disarming charm you hope’d any living legend could manage — especially one who never quite got his due, even if he got some big paychecks, raised his daughters (one, seen here, became a neurosurgeon) and bought “nine” m-f’ing cars.

Our filmmakers cheat us a bit, as the story of how they connected with this character is left out of the movie, as is their suggestion of his pool painter. But they like we marvel at Swamp Dogg’s unfiltered wit, charm and generosity. His two musician pals live with him — one died during the making of the film — free of charge.

One of the delights of this disarming, feel-good doc is all the ways Swamp Dogg and friends and family wear those Life in SoCal badges of honor — appearances on scads of cable access TV shows, talk shows, stand-up specials, game shows, live music performances on video and wacky vintage (some RECENT vintage) music videos Swamp Dogg and Moog cook up themselves, all sampled here.

Did I mention Dogg did a cooking show at one point? He called it “If You Can Kill It, I Can Cook It.”

The chuckles and laughs almost never let up in this unassuming movie about one of the most laid back artists in any medium one could ever hope to meet. Not to oversell it, but the phrase “life affirming” came to mind more than once.

And if Matthew McConaughey can put his catch-phrase “J.K. (just keep) Livin'” on a t-shirt, somebody should pitch that to Swamp Dogg, whose words of wisdom to his young interviewers and visitors have a profundity worth living by.

“Just be cool.”

Rating: smoking, put use, profanity

Cast: Jerry Williams, aka “Swamp Dogg,” Guitar Shorty (David William Kearney), Larry “Moogstar” Clemon, Johnny Knoxville, Jenny Lewis, Alonzo Williams, Mike Judge, Dr. Jeri Williams and John Prine

Credits: Directed by Isaac Gale, Ryan Olson and David McMurry, scripted by Andrew Broder, Isaac Gale and Paul Lovelace. A Magnolia release.

Running time: 1:37

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Netflixable? “Jewel Thief — The Heist Begins” the moment you Start Streaming this Piffle

Slick, silly and production-designed to death, “Jewel Thief” is a Netflix franchise starter that’s cartoonish enough to be a non-starter.

“The Heist Begins” is about an all-knowing, infallible thief (Saif Ali Khan) blackmailed into stealing a nine-year-old’s idea of what a giant red diamond would look like for a murderous “gentleman” gangster Rajan (Jaideep Ahlawat) who likes to “paint” wall-hangings with the blood of those who cross him.

Our thief is chased around the globe (we meet him in Budapest) by a crack cop (Kunal Kapoor) whose inept underlings often let Mr. Sticky Fingers get away. Not that thief Rehan hasn’t planned to fall into their clutches, from time to time, when it suits his purposes.

The plot concerns the battle of wits between thief Rehan and the “gentleman” gangster Rajan over the big heist they have to collaborate on.

The Red Sun is an African diamond on display at an Indian museum. Rajan has threatened Rehan’s do-gooder doctor father to coerce him into this theft. Rehan, forced to move into the murderer’s mansion to plan (not really) the crime, has an eye for the killer’s moll, the fetching painter Farah (Nikita Dutta).

I’ll “steal you AND the Red Sun,” he promises.

Okeydokey.

The dull, underplotted heists and attempted heists are facilitated by the usual magical gadgets and a blue-haired hacker (Meenal Sahu), who only shows up in the film when she’s needed.

The fight choreography is about as believable as everything else in this shiny, luridly-lit bubble of affluence.

The threats are unintentionally comical — “You have three days to go, and just one life!”

It’s no surprise that this is an Anglo-Indian production, with co-writers and co-directors from different worlds. “Jewel Thief” is like a not-remotely-funny parody of an Indian action film, a heist picture that’s not serious enough, a caper comedy that’s too bloody bloody to be that.

The tired tropes and cliches saunter by as our co-directors struggle to make every thing pretty enough to pause over, rather than fret over pacing, suspense, etc.

But kudos to one and all for getting Netflix to buy the pitch, to the production designers who showcase lots of upscale clothes and settings and to director of photography Jishnu Bhattacharjee for lighting the living daylights out of every setting until it’s neon-tinted, fashion model shoot perfect.

Rating: TV-MA, violence, smoking, sexual situations, some profanity

Cast: Saif Ali Khan, Jaideep Ahlawat, Nikita Dutta,
Meenal Sahu and Kunal Kapoor

Credits: Directed by Robbie Grewal and Kookie Gulati, scripted by Sumit Arora and David Logan. A Netflix release.

Running time: 1:56

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