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They used to call Hitchcock “The Master of Suspense.”

Gary Dauberman is no Alfred Hitchcock. Not yet. But the directing debut of the fellow who’s been conjuring these haunted doll “Annabelle” movies makes his directing debut in a stylish and above all else suspenseful third film in this corner of the “Conjuring” universe — “Annabelle Comes Home.” 

The screenwriter of “It” has delivered a chiller with genuine chills, dread and just a dash of heart.

The chills come from the usual things that go bump in the night, a simple tale about a haunted girl, her baby sitter and the babysitter’s rules-busting friend who unleashes the horrors of a locked room packed with a demonically-possessed typewriter, wedding dress, piano and most dangerous of all — the doll they call “Annabelle.”

The heart comes from Dauberman & Co.’s success at sentimentalizing those old school carny hustlers, Lorraine and Ed Warren, the original “ghostbusters,” into folk heroes fighting the good fight with only their legends (“Amityville”) as reward.

We first met them in “The Conjuring” (2013), old school paranormal investigators played by Vera Farmiga and Patrick Wilson. With the “Annabelle” movies, they’ve been promoted to full-time guardians, keeping of the forces of darkness at bay by locking up haunted artifacts in a room of their New England home, with lots of signs warning “keep locked” and “Stay Out” and the occasional splash of holy water to maintain the status quo.

In “Annabelle Comes Home,” they’re busy with lectures, travels and exorcisms. Lorraine, the one with The Sight, sees dead people — in passing cemeteries, standing by cars they just wrecked.

Farmiga, one of the best actresses to grace any modern horror picture, gives these B-movie moments A-movie pathos.

Ed is the pragmatic true believer, keeping them on task and on the road.

Which is why they won’t be at home this 1971 weekend, leaving Daughter Judy (Mckenna Grace) with their favorite sitter, good girl Mary Ellen (Madison Iseman).

Every good girl has to have a going-wrong BFF, and that’s the wild child Daniela (Katie Sarife), wound up and ready, willing and able to get her pal into the arms of the goofy dreamboat who’s too shy to ask her out — Bob (Michael Cimino, no not THAT Michael Cimino).

Daniela is hellbent on inviting herself over. Daniela is deathly curious about what the Warrens do for a living. Daniela REALLY wants to get into that artifacts room.

Daniela has her reasons.

And on this night, Daniela’s going to get her wish and all hell — or at least that Doll from Down Below, locked in a display — is going to break loose.

The period details, from the earth-tone, brass, glass and wood Mid Century Modern (“Mad Men”) furniture to the costumes and music, are spot on.

The artifacts are a mix of the quaint and the cliched.

The kids’ reactions to the rising terror have all these horror conventions — “rules” — to abide by, which lessens the pleasures of the movie-watching experience just a smidge. Judy sees dead people, and hides that fact. Daniela finds a key, and hides that fact. Stuff starts to hit the fan, and nobody calls the cops or warns anybody else in the house. Etc.

But the “suspense” I began this review talking about is in most every scene. Dauberman takes his time getting the parents out of town, clings to the creepy silences of a house that has spirits moving this or that, darting here and here, and makes anticipation the most dreaded element in watching “Annabelle.”

Keep those crucifixes handy, kids. You’ll never know what’s unleashed next.

The effects are mostly of the simplest variety, the foreshadowing leaves just enough surprises to make things interesting.

The album that Mary Ellen keeps on the stereo, the one that sometimes starts playing on its own, is Badfinger’s “Straight Up,” the one that had “No Matter What,””Baby Blue” and Day After Day” on it. Listen to how composer Joseph Bishara builds suspense in one of those “record player starts by itself-song keeps going” moments by repeating, over and over, the piano bridge to the lilting “Day After Day.”

It grows more sinister by the second.

Not to oversell this paint-by-numbers genre picture, which has some good performances and some perfunctory ones, but little moments like that and Farmiga’s motherly, can-do approach to the supernatural as Lorraine, and you’ve got a horror movie that pulls you in, bumps you back into your seat and almost brings a tear to the eye.

And nobody’s entrails have to be splayed all over the wall, no woman gets tortured and evil may or may not triumph. But we’re secure in the deead that it’s never really vanquished, either.

MPAA Rating: R for horror violence and terror

Cast: Mckenna Grace, Madison Iseman, Vera Farmiga, Katie Sarife Patrick Wilson and Michael Cimino

Credits: Written and directed by Gary Dauberman. A Warner Brothers/New Line release.

Running time: 1:46

“Running” has precious little to do with “Running for Grace.”

It’s a slow, old-fashioned romance without much in the way of romantic spark, and a coming of age tale that takes its sweet time getting around to that maturity.

The script is limp to the point of soggy, lacking little in the way of melodrama but not creating dramatic tension or suspense about what is to come.

But the novelty of the setting, the stunning above-the-clouds mountains of Hawaii during its coffee-growing heyday, and a poignant subtext about belonging and tolerance make this 1920s period piece almost worth your trouble.

Matt Dillon is the grumpy new doctor brought to tend to the coffee plantation village just after World War I. The Spanish Flu has just torn through the place, taking the wife of the plantation owner (Nick Boraine) and the coffee-picking mother of a little boy of mixed race (Cole Takiue).

Jo is the kid’s name, the product of a love affair between his Japanese immigrant mother and “a haole,” a white outsider nobody but her knew.

Her death is secret, and he’s barely of school age when he’s forced to fend for himself, rejected, our narrator (Rumi Oyama) tells us, for being “half-breed” and “bad-luck” among the Japanese on the “island within an island” (above the clouds), a “bastard” to the few whites there who notice him.

Two-fisted Doc Lawrence (Dillon) may not be happy about the crash in coffee prices that means he’s to earn a fraction of what he’s been promised by Danielson as village physician. He’s facing a language barrier and superstitions when it comes to treating the Japanese.

But he solves two problems at once when he figures out the kid is bilingual as well as bi-racial. The superstitious locals are going to have to accept Jo, because he’s the doc’s new translator and “medicine runner.”

Years pass, with Doc forever frustrated by “racial integrity guidelines” that won’t let him adopt the kid, who has grown up to be the doctor’s trusted, medically-competent assistant and the fastest runner in the hills, racing against buggies and later, against Fords.

From the first time Jo (played by Ryan Potter as a young adult) set eyes on the plantation owner’s daughter Grace (Olivia Ritchie), he was smitten.  But no “bastard half-breed” has a prayer with the blonde girl, at least not in the eyes of her racist dad.

The Ford in question belongs to a new doctor summoned by Danielson to serve the white folks of his world. Dr. Reyes is given a drunken, bluff swagger by Jim Caviezel. He could use a helper, too. Will Jo fall for the flashy newcomer and change allegiances? Will Grace?

Give director Daniel L. Cunningham and co-writer Christian Parkes credit for NOT making this about a kid who runs his way to fame and glory. Perhaps you thought, based on the title and the trailer, that’s the direction it would go in. I know I did.

Cunningham (he did “The Seeker: The Dark is Rising” and “To End All Wars”) loses himself in the setting, sampling the transplanted Japanese culture and the rainforest village life and nuts and bolts of coffee growing and harvesting it on mountaintops before electricity reached them.

He serves up sweeping pans from the people in the story to the sweeping vista of Hawaiian mountains.

The story, though, could use some work. A lot of it.

Narrator Oyama also plays Grace’s nanny and guardian, and has too little narrating to do and too little to play within the narrative to suit her character’s role in the drama. Juliet Mills stands out in the supporting cast as the imperious mother of the plantation owner.

The early scenes are the best, with the little boy stealing to survive, shunned by one and all, even the sick, even when the doctor insists on having his help on house calls.

And the child’s amusingly inexact translations are the film’s only dollop of humor.

Dillon and the script give the doctor an ahead-of-his-time tolerance that makes him the warm, comforting center of the picture in the early going.

“C’mon. You’re gonna live with me.”

More could have been done with all the racism sampled here, especially in the later going. If Jo is in fact so accepted by one community, what excuses the other one from doing the same?

I loved Caviezel’s rare bad guy turn as the tipsy, swaggering blowhard doing the Charleston, smoking Turkish cigarettes and impressing only the Danielsons. Well, save for Grace and her nanny.

But the Doctor vs. Doctor confrontation is pushed back into the third act, far after I’d lost interest in waiting for it.

The entire picture is beautifully shot, from sunny or gorgeously volcanic fog-shrouded exteriors to the diffuse light interiors, “Running for Grace” looks like a hazy memory of a long lost time.

But as the romance is pulled to the fore and events take every melodramatic detour under that foggy sun in the third act, the picture’s shortcomings start to grate.

The title isn’t just NOT about running, it’s not about “Grace” in the literal or Biblical sense either. The misnomer of a title, coupled with the presence of “Passion of the Christ” star Caviezel suggests an attempt to pitch this as a faith-based drama.

It isn’t.

With the romance not clicking and the resolution lacking much of anything that tugs at the heartstrings, “Running with Grace” never rises above “Walking in Place.” And that, as you know, never gets you anywhere.

MPAA Rating: TV-14

Cast: Ryan Potter, Jim Caviezel, Olivia Ritchie, Matt Dillon, Juliet Mills.

Credits: Directed by David L. Cunningham, script by David L. Cunningham and Christian Parkes. A Blue Fox release.

Running time: 1:50

James Bonds most badassed Moneypenny is paired up with a “Fast and Furious” veteran for this cop thriller.

She plays a Detroit cop who stumvles into fellow Blue Lives killing a drug dealer they were in business with.

The chase is on. An Oct. Release.

The buzz is that A24 has itself the scariest movie of the summer. Early summer, late summer or…”MIDsommar.”

A little “Season of the Witch” with cultish Swedes (Hey Bergman died, ABBA got old and SAAB stopped making cars — they’ve got to do something to stem that Midnight Sun fever).

Scarier that a haunted doll? Scarier than “Chucky,” at least, is my guess.

My review of “Annabelle Comes Home” posts at 5 eastern. So we will just have to see.

Not my favorite Miyazaki, but a fun fact…noted by Variety
“China Box Office: ‘Toy Story 4’ Beaten by Old Animated Film ‘Spirited Away’” https://t.co/Pld48hFiep https://twitter.com/Variety/status/1143097958780604417?s=17

Those $140 to as high as $200 million opening weekend predictions for the pointless anti-climactic “Toy Story 4” proved to be our collective reach f a pie the sky. Disney Pixar, which as Deadline.com points out, normally opens it’s summer moves on Father’s Day, waited a week and saw that decision blow up in their faces.

As I said in my review, there’s nothing in this sequel that we haven’t seen before, funnier and more touchingly rendered in three earlier films. Audiences suspected as much. No best Pixar opening ever, no second best Pixar opening ever. Adjusted for inflation, this is underwhelming even by “Toy Story” standards.

Another brand name franchise showing itself out of date was the “Child’s Play” reboot. $18 miion projected, a million Mark Hamill and Aubrey Plaza promotional interviews and it barely cleared $14.

“Aladdin” keeps making money. “Anna” did not.

A Luc Besson bust, with or without “MeToo” blowback over rape and harassment charges.

https://www.boxofficemojo.com/weekend/chart/

We take these critters seriously in the Too Much Sunshine State.

And when we don’t, our obit makes the news. July 12, gator luggage starts sounding like a good idea.

A kidnapping’s viral infection of an extended family through its intertwined history, gossip and the secrets “Everybody Knows” is the focus of Iranian filmmaker Asghar Farhadi’s latest drama.

It’s an intimate melodrama of tightly wound performances depicting conflicted relationships between people traumatized by shock, but too wrapped-up in old grudges to not have their suspicions.

The director of “The Salesman” and “The Past” takes his time unraveling the mystery that drives the plot. But that allows a stellar cast headed by husband-and-wife Penélope Cruz and Javier Bardem, and the terrific Argentinian Ricardo Darín and dazzling and new-to-most-of-us Spaniard Bárbara Lennie to simmer, suffer, lash out and explode under the pressure that this harrowing situation puts them all in.

Laura (Cruz) has returned to the town (Torrelaguna, north of Madrid) of her youth for a cousin’s wedding. She’s brought her little boy and teenage daughter, Irene, with her from Argentina, where they now live.

We see Irene (Carla Campra) take on a little “wild child cut loose” behavior, hurtling helmetless on cousin Felipe’s moped, drinking and smoking, letting him steal a kiss in clock tower of the village’s ancient church.

Just like her parents, Felipe (Sergio Castellanos) says, pointing out the carved initials of her mother’s name and that of her adolescent love, Paco. It’s one of those secrets in town that “todos lo saben” — “Everybody Knows.”

The power goes out, mid-revel, on the night of the wedding. And that’s when Irene is taken, by kidnappers who have taken the time to deposit clippings of a previous kidnapping that didn’t end well as a warning.

Laura falls apart, wailing in the streets.

“Do something,” she cries (in Spanish, with English subtitles). “I beg of you!”

Paco (Bardem) springs into action. But he is out of his depth, and following the “Don’t tell the police or else” edict of the kidnappers, he doesn’t know what to do.

Nor does anybody else. So they all start asking questions, accusing first Paco’s vineyard workers, then his wife Bea’s “last chance” tech school students.

Why didn’t Laura’s husband, Alejandro (Darín) make the trip with her?

And then, there’s the tortured history of Paco’s “estate,” the vineyard he bought from Laura’s family, on the cheap, long ago. Old grudges die hard, memories of bad business deals die harder.

Farhadi keeps the focus on the two families — Laura’s, where her helpful uncle (Eduard Fernández) finds an ex-cop (José Ángel Egido) they can confide in, who opens several cans of worms; and Paco and his wife Bea (Lennie, fierce), who asks even tougher questions and suggests conspiracies at every turn.

The grace notes of the picture are the sunbaked Spanish locations and the characters wholly inhabiting them. Bardem plays Paco as “the fun uncle,” a man with a huge laugh, a ready smile for the ladies and the life of the wedding party when he’s in his (wine) cups.

He’s a Zorba-sized bon vivant, at times, and that’s a hint. If you ever remake “Zorba the Greek,” Bardem is your man.

Cruz’s Laura suffers and comes to pieces in the most realistic ways. Watch her fall utterly apart phoning Alejandro with the news.

Darín, of “The Secret in Their Eyes,” holds his own in this illustrious, Oscar winning company, playing a man suspected by others and humiliated at the parts of his life that it turns out, “Everybody Knows.”

Ransom demands, the amateur “investigation” that Paco and Fernando try to mount, all that is mere window dressing for a movie that is more interested in the fissures that this horror has opened old wounds made fresh by the stress, fractures in family and friends as most everybody starts to suspect “inside job.”

Farhadi breaks his self-imposed format of confining the film to the family, letting us know only what they know, in the third act. But he never abandons the mostly static shots that capture simmering stillness of the acting, with only a little drone-footage of the wedding reception enlivening the visuals.

Frankly, “Everybody Knows” plays like the smartest, subtlest Spanish soap opera ever and could have done with a little more sizzle — more attention to the mystery, maybe a brisker pace.

It’s still a fine showcase for great acting, a great setting and a pretty good, if not great yarn unraveling the social fabric of a family, its history and the ugly secrets “Everybody Knows” but nobody has talked about — until now.

MPAA Rating: R for some language

Cast: Penélope Cruz, Javier Bardem, Ricardo Darín, Bárbara Lennie, Carla Campra

Credits: Written and directed by Asghar Farhadi. A Focus Features release.

Running time: 2:12

An Oscar winner or two in there.
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An old guys” action comedy, this one has the “Is Netflix making this?”feel. Older audiences haven’t been showing up for these guys in so called “geezer comedies.” Via The Hollywood Reporter
“The action comedy ‘The Comeback Trail’ – starring #RobertDeNiro, Morgan Freeman and Tommy Lee Jones – had just added another star to its cast”

https://t.co/0neGdqTkBJ https://t.co/EtkdFV7NZa https://twitter.com/THR/status/1142352548252266496?s=17