Focus Features has this on deck for fall, Sept. 20 to be exact.
Everybody who is anybody in the series (pretty much) is here.
Will “Downton Abbey” get the PBS “Masterpiece” set out of the house and into theaters?
Focus Features has this on deck for fall, Sept. 20 to be exact.
Everybody who is anybody in the series (pretty much) is here.
Will “Downton Abbey” get the PBS “Masterpiece” set out of the house and into theaters?
Hometown boy makes music and makes good.
Hoo hah
Robert De Niro calls for impeachment and imprisonment for Trump, says maybe Al Pacino should lead instead https://t.co/XCBNstgNLI https://twitter.com/Variety/status/1130609038238965760?s=17

Suppose the country decided that instead of banning, taxing and forcing ruinous insurance premiums on gun nuts, they simply tracked “Loners” among us, made them wear tracking headbands with a giant “L” on them, able to tase-shock “dangerous” behavior that might lead to mass shootings?
Hey, anything to avoid doing the obvious, right?
“Loners” is a groaning, labored and low-budget comic satire about just such a future, where such a program, enthusiastically endorsed by a persecuting, scapegoating, tweeting buffoon of a president.
There are ideas here, just not laughs, or in any event, not many.
Actor turned writer Neal McGowan envisions an America where Homeland Security is waging a ” “war on loneliness,” where action recovery teams might show up at any moment where a “headbander” is choosing to avoid the company of the rest of the human race.
“Society-loving Americans” have to be protected from “people hating freaks,” y’see.
There are “mandatory guidelines” which the headbanded must follow, all to avoid those neighbors standing in front of a camera described the latest mass murderer as “a quiet man who kept to himself.”
The “Loners” we meet hit most of the demographic warning signs — white, male, cut off from others. Let’s regulate that away, a draconian series of edicts and guidelines. that can lead to frantic phone calls.
“The government needs…me to have 100 friends” by the end of the day, Lincoln (Brian Letscher of “Scandal”) pleads into his phone. Success! He’s signed up another. “Thanks, Mom!”
They’re jeered by teen punks.
“How many loners does it take to screw in a lightbulb? ONE. Because, you know, no choice.”
They can’t work alone, a required “work buddy” must be issued. “A registered loner” has to check in with new neighbors.
“I just prefer to spend my time alone, is all.
Sure, mass shootings are up. But hey, we’re TRYING.
“Loners” is built around a marathon meeting of Lone ANON, a therapy ground led by the ditsy Mike (Keith Stevenson), where Lincoln, an ex-jock Sports Authority sales associate, standoffish yard service guy Tanner (Tyson Turrou ), librarian Franny (Brenda Davidson), sneaky-loner businessman Ed (David Christian Welborn), IT nerd Dabney (Neil McGowan), sociopathic conspiracy buff Jeremy (Khary Payton) and defiantly solitary Clara (Denise Dowse) meet and try not to interact.
It doesn’t matter that holding hands or other bodily contact will cut the mandatory meeting time in half. They’re sure as hell not doing that.
But something is up, something has their group red flagged and under surveillance. Clara is busted, the meetings take on an “underground” tone. And puzzled loner Senise (Melinda Paladino) takes Clara’s place.
Their meetings are being watched and discussed high up in the paranoid corridors of power. And a mysterious Mr. Tessman (famed character actor Stephen Tobolowsky) is monitoring their meeting, too, scheming to undo it all, it appears.
A priest drops (Tucker Smallwood) drops in for a few words of encouragement.
“Introvert, a word that’s not that dissimilar from ‘pervert.’…”Make a friend, or BURN in HELL!'”
And the group slowly, reluctantly “bonds.” Sort of.
“You work in a library? I didn’t know they still had those!”
“Did you ever?”
The situation has more promise than the script keeps, as even Tobolowsky is lost in a land of no laughs.
The group therapy is nonsensical, which is fine, but not cutting edge funny or silly funny to go along with that, which isn’t.
First-time feature director Eryn Tramonn can’t find laughs in the material, which doesn’t hit its satiric points hard enough (guns, mass shootings by disaffected white males, a culture fighting every idea that could reduce this threat — regulating “loners” rather than the weapons they use) and doesn’t have enough fun with its “types.”
Davidson is the lone cast member to hint at knowing how to play up the humor, and her mere presence makes for “Loners”‘ best gag.
Librarians are a perceived threat?

MPAA Rating: unrated
Cast: Brian Letscher, Melissa Paladino, Brenda Davidson, Tyson Turrou, David Christian Welborn and Stephen Tobolowsky
Credits: Directed by Eryc Tramonn, script by Neil McGowan. An Indie Rights release.
Running time: 1:31
Kevin Costner’s the voice of the dog, Enzo.
Amanda Seyfried is among the stars in this odd odd odd duck of a racing movie, with Milo Ventimiglia as the racing driver that dog hooks up with.
Kathy Baker, Gary Cole…damn this looks weird.
“In racing, your car goes where your eyes go.”
This Fox release opens Aug. 9, and it’ll either be a sleeper, or an object lesson from Disney that screams “See? THIS is why we canned half of Fox when we bought them out.”
(My review of “Art of Racing” is at this link.)

The chilling moments of “Isabelle” are what a woman who’s just had a stillbirth sees in her nightmares.
Larissa, capably played Amanda Crew of “The Age of Adaline” and TV’s “Silicon Valley,” slips out of her hospital bed and into the morgue to view the corpse.
She sees the baby in the nursery she and husband Matt (Adam Brody of TV’s “Curfew” and “StartUp”) prepared for it, hears its crying and confuses a stuffed teddy bear for it.
The experience would be traumatic for anyone, even without the ghoulish, wheel-chair bound neighbor (Zoë Belkin) constantly glowering at her from her upstairs window across the street.
Larissa can lash out at her husband with “YOU did this,” blame herself declaring “I should’ve stayed dead, not him!” and reject the not-that-helpful priest.
“I know all about Hell. I’m living it, right now!”
But we know it’s all about the pale title character, in that wheelchair, staring daggers at her new neighbor whose only provocation was moving in.
Producer (HBO’s “O.G.,” “The Pinkertons”) turned director Rob Heydon can’t conjure frights out of this generic, mass production script.
Interesting character wrinkles are introduced and abandoned. Larissa is a pianist who plans to give lessons. Matt is being doted over by a too attentive/too attractive intern at the office. Matt’s dad is a cop who is little help when his daughter-in-law starts seeing the ghostly Isabelle in their house, in their dead baby’s nursery.
The dialogue is a banal recycling of pregnant woman insecurities. She’s eight months pregnant and asking her husband, “”Are you sure about all this?” “Do you WANT this baby?”
But Crew makes Larissa’s collapse pretty convincing, from the terse and testy demand she makes of the hospital and her husband after the stillbirth.
“I. Want. To. See. My. SON!”
She won’t tell anybody the answer to this rhetorical question.
“I died. For a minute! Do you have any idea of what I saw?”

Everything around her is strictly boilerplate demonic possession junk.
The priest (Dayo Ade) won’t debunk “demonic possession.”
“I’ve seen…many things!”
Michael Miranda plays the non-clergy “explainer,” the guy who tells Matt what’s really going on and what’s going to happen if he doesn’t act.
It all feels like a story and characters and plot resolution that we’ve seen scads of times before.
But Crew, at least, makes her grieving mother interesting to watch, veering from rage to terror, helpless to pro-active.
It’s tough to play the only person in the viewer/protagonist equation who doesn’t see what’s coming a mile away.

MPAA Rating: unrated
Cast: Amanda Crew, Adam Brody, Zoë Belkin, Sheila McCarthy
Credits: Directed by Rob Heydon, script by Donald Martin. A Vertical release.
Running time: 1:21
Yes. Yes he would. Shocked his name hasn’t come up before now. Watch “Anthropoid” to get a hint.
Or “Free Fire. ” Or “Wind that Shakes the Barley.”

Oh? That whispered rumor is back? “Cannot drive a stick” was merely the first assault on DC’s manhood.
This is my next Go Fund Me. Not Connery’s “Goldfinger” spa wear. Roger Moore’s “Man with the Golden Gun” safari jacket, mentioned in the story. https://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-7046045/amp/James-Bond-onesie-worn-Sean-Connery-sale-345.html
Make your own “Forget the child molesting charges, this is the REAL crime” jokes. Because I’m too good for that.
Aside from that, Mrs. Lincoln, how’d you like the play?
This looks…excruciating. Somebody make him stop.