A Conversation with Oscar nominated filmmker Agnieszka Holland

 

Clearing Up Kafka: Agnieszka Holland on Franz

Since the 1990s, Polish director and screenwriter Agnieszka Holland has made a wide variety of films since the 1970s, but she has a string of movies about people who had lives that seemed a little to weird to be real.

But they were.

Europa Europa, for example, told the story of Solomon Perel (Marco Hoffschneider), a Jewish German teenager who survived the Holocaust by living as a Hitler Youth. The real Solomon Perel appears at the end if you think story sounds unlikely.

She’s also responsible for Shot in the Heart, which documents how writing Mikal Gilmore (Giovanni Ribisi) had the unenviable task of convincing his brother, convicted killer Gary Gilmore (Elias Koteas) to withdraw his demand that the State of Utah execute him for his crimes.

Her most recent Oscar nomination came from In Darkness, where she recounts the story of sewer inspector and petty thief Leopold Socha (Robert Wieckiewicz), who saves the lives of Jews hiding under the Polish city of Lvov, despite having formidable prejudices of his own. In most situations, he’s probably steal their possessions instead of saving their lives.

Holland’s own life has had its surprises. While born in Warsaw, she went to college at Prague’s FAMU and studied literature under Milan Kundera (The Unbearable Lightness of Being). She took part in the Prague Spring and wound up being imprisoned for it. She later had to start her career over in France when martial law was declared in Poland. Despite some formidable struggles, she’s also a three-time Oscar nominee and attended a retrospective of her work at the Motion Picture Academy in Los Angeles.

Her latest movie Franz is a look at the Czech writer Franz Kafka (Idan Weiss), and her off center approach might be ideal for telling the life of the man who gave us The Metamorphosis, about a salesman waking up to find himself turned into a giant insect and The Trial, about a fellow who is constantly dragged from one place to another unsure of what crime he is supposed to have committed.

Franz tells both his life and how his perspective and his stories seem uncannily modern despite the fact that he died at age of 40 in 1924. Holland and screenwriter Marek Epstein (Holland’s Charlatan) eschew a conventional time and show how Kafka, who was Jewish and wrote in German, has now become Prague’s most famous citizen despite the fact that few of his stories were published during his lifetime.

The movie is playing in theaters and will be coming to Blu-Ray next month through Kino-Lorber. In a recent Zoom conversation, Holland, whom I’ve known for several years talked about how Kafka’s stories of absurdity and Sisyphean struggles have reached an audience he may never have imagined.

DAN LYBARGER:  You referred to the time that you had been held by Soviet authorities as your Kafka period. Why did you feel that?

AGNEISZKA HOLLAND:   Because any kind of authoritarian regime which uses legal power over you, illegal violence, somehow resonates as Kafkaesque situation.

Because mostly it’s not personal violence, it is bureaucratic violence. It is some kind of the machinery which dehumanizes you and makes you the victim of some guilt, which you don’t feel. So that is the typical situation which the people are thinking about Kafka. Of course, his work has several other layers and is also more metaphysical than only political somehow. But those feelings are metaphysical as well, or existential maybe.

And it’s not the accident that Kafka was a god to existentialist writers like Jean-Paul Sartre or Albert Camus. He was a model to them. He was like prefiguration of their own philosophy somehow.

You had directed a version of Kafka’s novella The Trial yourself. But from watching your movie, I can now see that the more you study him, the less you feel like you know him, because there are huge gaps in the record about him.

With even the records, not so much, because, you know, practically it’s very few artists who are so well described by themselves, because he had that, you know, multi-volume diaries when he described every movement of his soul and every event of his days. There are tons of letters, especially to his fiancée or to other women, and a lot of statements, especially of Max Brod and other friends, not speaking about his work, his literary work.

So you have impressions that you know everything about him, and the more you know about him, the less you know about him. But I think that it’s like that with every single rich interior human being. And I think that we ourselves, we think that we know a lot about ourselves, but in reality we don’t. And I think that the human being is a constant mystery. What is fascinating with the fiction or with the literary or filmmaking work about the real people or about invented people, it doesn’t matter so much. It is that constant search for the new aspect of the human soul.

When you and screenwriter Marek Epstein were coming up with this, I noticed that you don’t quite do a standard biopic because you change chronology, and you also show us what it is like to walk through Prague now that Kafka is very much in the city as if he is alive.

Yeah, it is. I thought that it will be troublesome to make a regular, you know, linear biography about Franz Kafka. It is more like the puzzles, like the pieces, fragments, you know, in the little kaleidoscopic way. And gathering so many, so many like scenes and situations and images and sounds together, I think it gives us some chance to touch some kind of the truth, at least subjective truth. It’s my truth.

But in the same time, it is a bit like that every viewer can make his own way through that maze of images and scenes and construct his own image of Franz Kafka. When I was talking to the different audiences of different aged, different knowledge of his work, non-knowledge at all, and in different countries, I received a lot of feedback and it was not always the same kind of feedback. I’m not speaking about the judgment, I’m speaking about the experience. And it was planned like that, that it’s a little— that you can make your own Franz out from the elements I’m giving you.

Because there’s one sequence I saw where you have him in the apartment, and it was similar to a scene in Orson Welles’ adaptation of The Trial, where Josef K (Anthony Perkins) is in an enclosed area, and you see little girls’ faces looking in at him from a wall. In your film, you see people looking in at him from windows, and it turns out they’re actually looking at him from today’s Kafka museum.

In the beginning of The Trial, Josef K. sits suddenly sees that the neighbors because we wanted it to express exactly how he feels like. Only later, after the movie was finished, I found someplace the description in some of his friends was writing about it, that he was in reality living in the room like that.

Yeah, I just think it’s funny that both you and Welles got that same sensation. It’s kind of dangerous to examine someone who is long dead because a lot of times it’s medical, and you can’t If someone is dead, you can’t go, “He is schizophrenic, or he is on the spectrum.”

Yeah, sure. It’s impossible to give the exact diagnosis. You can have some intuitions. And when the real character becomes the hero of the fictional work, because that is not a documentary, it is some some subjective vision of his persona and his life. You can have the different hypothesis, but I didn’t push it so far.

But several people who, especially younger people who watched the film, they took it very personally. They took that as that they are like Franz, you know, and they’ve been mostly the people in some kind of the spectrum, neurotypical, and they felt that the fact that they are considered of being different or odd, it’s a bit like it was with Franz and that his behavior and his tics or his different kind of reaction to the reality, he became close to them by that. I think it’s okay, I think it’s good. Like the first viewer, it means first Q&A I had after the film was ready was in Warsaw.

And the first person who asked the question was a young man who said, “You made the film about the most famous autistic person in the world. Are you one of us?”

It touched me somehow, you know? Because, the people identify with the film or the subject of the film or the character of the film for very different, very subjective reasons. And to give them that opportunity for the identification, it’s good. It’s like why also you are writing or filming fiction, that you give to people the alternative of the life they can connect to.

Of course, one thing I thought was kind of intriguing is some way your Kafka is astonishingly prescient because when everyone else at the dinner table is getting excited about asbestos, We understand his indifference because we know it’s going to go badly. Or when they have the meeting at the insurance company and he’s laughing because I would not want to deal with an insurance organization that can’t even keep their own building from having water leaks.

Yeah, it’s a lot of details like that. I appreciate that you noticed.

Hermann Kafka, Franz’s father comes off as greedy and cruel, but at the end of the film you feel for him because he’s lost his son.

Yeah, I also feel for him. And when I was doing that contemporary scenes of the tourist business, in Prague, which explode after the revolution when the— before Kafka was practically unknown in communist Czechoslovakia. But when the free market came, they realized how good of brand he is and how it’s possible to make the business out of that. And I was going often to Prague.

I was doing several films there. And I was following quite often, you know, the tours, which sometimes were very funny because the guides have been telling, you know, bullshit.

Oh, yes, like the Kafka burgers.

Holland: And I was asking myself, what will happen if Franz wakes up? What will be his reaction? And I knew only one thing, that the reaction of Hermann will be the pure happiness.

It’s so funny to me that both the communists and the Nazis hated him.

He was like clairvoyant. He’d seen the mechanism of the arbitrary and authoritarian bureaucracy, which has to dehumanize the people and change them to the numbers. And everything becomes non-relevant. And if you are guilty or not, it doesn’t matter. You are guilty. And all that situations we know from Stalinist trials or from the concentration camps.

All that, it echoes to what Franz Kafka several decades before described without even imagining. He wasn’t political. It means he was not thinking in that terms. He had some kind of the very clear intuition about where the world is right now and where it’s heading.

Lybarger: You’ve done biopics before, but you had to do it differently simply because he’s somebody everybody thinks they know, but because it’s, as you said, he’s heavily documented, but there are still mysteries about him.

Holland: It means everything, the most important things were happening in his head and between his head and his hand. And that is very difficult to tell the story about it. You have to find another language to try to reach the truth or some subjective truth, but authentic truth about himself.

Yeah, because I was reading The Metamorphosis again, and I just thought I can see why you chose The Penal Colony as a story of his to illustrate versus The Metamorphosis, because 90% of that is in Gregor Samsa’s head.

Absolutely.

You know, I don’t know if you know the story when The Metamorphosis had been published, one of his rare writings which was published during his life. It was published by a famous Berlin publisher, and the famous designer was supposed to do the cover, and he wanted to put the insect on the cover, and Franz reacted in a very, very strong way that he’s very much against it, that you cannot show the insect, because the insect is not the insect. The insect is how Gregor feels of being.

The difference, right? So you cannot— you can, of course, shoot The Metamorphosis, but only if you will be shooting it only from his point of view. We cannot see him. We cannot see him as a human being because after, no one will understand.

The film is somehow primitive medium. You believe in what you see. And in The  Metamorphosis, everything is in the head. You don’t see it. And The Penal Colony, it is what it is. It means you have to see what is described. It’s very graphic, and it’s very matter-of-fact. And at the same time, it was considered after the Second World War, like the most premonitory, clairvoyant writing until our days. That is obligatory reading in the German high schools. So it had incredible impact, political impact on the generations of people, and especially German people after the Holocaust, after the Second World War.

And the reaction of when he read one of the first novels he read in public was what we show in the film. It was the people have been outraged and, you know, and shocked and, you know, and leaving massively, you know, the room. And we wanted to have a similar kind of reaction from the theater audience, which is not so easy because in our days, the people are blasé with the violence.

But still, we had a lot of very, very violent reactions from the audience. So we’ve been happy, you know, that we somehow translated well what he, what he was telling.

In the preface for my personal copy of The Metamorphosis, David Cronenberg acknowledges the debt The Fly owes to Kafka, but he admitted there’s a huge difference with what he did with The Fly. He may have been inspired by The Metamorphosis, but he had to completely take a different story and use Kafka motifs.

Yeah, but David Cronenberg, he likes realistic language. I’m much more realist than Franz was. It means everything, which is described. I analyzed The Trial really very well because I adapted it for Polish television after we directed it together with my ex-husband (Laco Adamik). And I think it was a very successful adaptation because I think it was very close to him. And it was very matter-of-fact. We didn’t use any kind of special tools. Everything had been not overblown.

And at the same time, it felt that it’s exactly what is— not exactly. It’s some key. We found some key, I think, to that adaptation, which I felt that it’s relevant with what Franz had in his head. But, of course, you never know. Maybe somebody has a different key, and that different key can be as good as my key.

It must be gratifying that some of your more recent films have been really strong like Green Border, Charlatan, and Mr. Jones. You’re still making worthwhile stuff.

Holland: Well, I’m kind of proud of those films, you know. especially all you mentioned, I think are important somehow and especially with the— when doing Green Border and Franz, I felt that I finally achieved the freedom which I always wanted to have.

 

This is a movie that seems to be resonating with younger people. Are people surprised that you are in your 70s and you’re making this kind of movie? Kafka didn’t get to live very long himself.

Holland: Many artists in that time were dying young. Tuberculosis was that special sickness of the sensitive people. So many poets, also Frédéric Chopin or Anton Chekhov or— poet Heinrich von Kleist or writer Georg Büchner. So many of great people died in the age between 30 and 40, and the intensity of their work have been like if they lived for 70 or 80 years. So finally, We are living in the times when it’s possible to live intense life and live long. As a humanity. It’s also why some films I did, I felt that I have to do it, like Mr. Jones or Green Border, even if I know that one film is not changing the world.

Theater Review: “Wicked” – Kansas City

 

  • WICKED
  • Music Hall – Kansas City, Missouri
  • August 20, 2026

 

While Wicked takes its cues from L. Frank Baum’s The Wonderful Wizard of Oz, the musical has become an established classic on its own. That’s probably why the play is still touring the country after its 2003 Broadway debut.

 

The touring production currently playing at the Music Hall in Kansas City demonstrated that Elphaba (Aline Mayagoitia) and Glinda (Claudia Bennet) can still cast a spell. Mayagoitia and Bennet may be performing under the shadows of Cynthia Erivo and Ariana Grande on the big screen screen, but story seems to work better on stage.

 

Seeing the green-skinned Elphaba, who is known as the Wicked Witch of the West in the original story, soaring above the floorboards on top of her broom is more jaw-dropping than it would seem in a multiplex. The sight isn’t quite as novel in a movie, and she’s singing as she soars.

 

The story, for those who are unfamiliar with the play or the movie, Wicked begins where the 1939 film of The Wizard of Oz ends. Glinda descends from her bubble and nervously admits that she and her archenemy were college friends.

 

While Glinda is a bit of a nepo baby and and social butterfly, Elphaba is an outcast. In a land where all sorts of unusual people can coexist, her emerald skin alienates most of her peers.

 

He father, who is an official in Munchkinland is sending her to school to support her disabled sister Nessarose (Christina Sastre). What separates Wicked from its predecessor is that Elphaba is sympathetic this time, and it turns out that she is one the one enchanter who has a genuine gift for magic.

 

She’s also appropriately alarmed that a new form of bigotry is rising in Oz. Some of her best professors, like Dr. Dillamond (Drew McVetty), are animals. When she notices the Wizard of Oz and other administrators are indifferent or even complicit, she rightly calls them out.

 

The urgency made me feel guilty for eating a hotdog before the show.

 

For some reason, seeing an actor in a goat costume was a lot more involving than seeing a CGI critter. I didn’t feel quite so bad about eating flesh during the first movie.

 

Glinda can see that Elphaba has the gifts she’d like to have and starts to try making her  less socially awkward.

 

All of this leads to great songs by Stephen Schwartz including “Popular” and “Defying Gravity.” Mayagoitia and Bennet both approach their roles with aplomb, and Mayagoitia, in particular, delivers Swartz’s tunes effortlessly, making them seem as fresh as when they were first performed.

 

The sets are opulent and imaginative and are jaw dropping before the actors step across from them. With the care that has gone into this production, it’s a safe bet that this tale of wizards and witches will age as gracefully as the one that inspired it.

“Wicked” runs at the Music Hall in Kansas City through Sunday, August 30th.  For tickets to this engagement or future shows on the tour, click HERE.

Film Review #3: “The Odyssey”

Starring: Matt Damon, Anne Hathaway and Tom Holland
Directed by: Christopher Nolan
Rated: R
Running Time: 173 minutes
Universal Pictures

 

Our Score: 4.5 out of 5 Stars

 

About 3,000 years ago, somebody who might have been named Homer wrote a couple of long poems called The Iliad and The Odyssey.

 

A lot of of us were forced to read them when we were kids, and many of us felt the only reason we were doing it was because the texts were so damn old. Thankfully Christopher Nolan’s new film adaption may be reverent, but it isn’t carved in stone.

 

Nolan delivers the requisite spectacle. The land and seascapes captured by cinematographer Hoyle van Hoytema (who has shot Nolan’s last few movies) are suitably breathtaking whether you’re watching them in an IMAX auditorium or in 70MM. The cyclops looks big and terrifyingly real. 

 

Nolan’s aversion to computer generated images pays off because the battles seem immersive and suitably dangerous. Bloodshed looks as if it’s really occurring. Magic spells look as if they are happening in real-time.

 

More importantly, Nolan manages to make familiar characters seem less, oh, iconic. Unlike Elon Musk and the basement dwelling crybabies who have complained about a film that they haven’t seen, I have also had the additional pleasure of having read the book, which Nolan has actually followed to a fair amount of fidelity. 

 

For those idiots who complained about the “authenticity” of casting of gorgeous Oscar-winner Lupita Nyong’o as Helen of Troy, I wonder if these were the same folks who weren’t bothered that the king of Sparta spoke with a thick Scottish accent in 300. That issue cost me no sleep, either.

 

Back to the film, I’m currently reviewing.

 

What is intriguing is that Nolan gives the established characters motives that might not have been obvious in the original text. Matt Damon is certainly not Greek, but Homer describes Odysseus as crafty, and the actor can convey the Ithacan king’s quick thinking effortlessly. Even his missteps seem logical.

 

He also carries the look of someone who carries the weight have having been involved in disgraced campaigns. He may have succeed in figuring out how to crack the seemingly endless siege of Troy, but sacrificing countless men, time and resources for a domestic matter involving the kings of Sparta and Mycenae has been hardly worth it.

 

It’s no wonder he doesn’t want to follow Menelaus (Jon Bernthal) and Agamemnon (Benny Safdie) back home. Along the way, he gets 10 years worth of detours that put Ithaca and its throne in danger. 

 

Those who’ve had a little Greek mythology know what he’s about to encounter. Nolan makes the obstacles more intriguing than what you might have slept through in class.

 

He and his men encounter a hostess named Circe (Samantha Morton), whose initial hospitality comes with a steep price. Nolan and Morton do something audacious by making her sympathetic. Past visitors may not have had great intentions, and Odysseus shows he can get out of messes with more than clever lies and swordplay. 

 

The female characters seem a tad more developed in this adaptation, which is helpful because Odysseus’ wife Penelope (Anne Hathaway) is so essential to the plot. She has to juggle an army of suitors who want the kingdom and her hand. None seem to be terribly good husbands or capable leaders. Watching her string along the not so clever pretenders shows she’s as sharp as her wandering husband.

 

Her son Telemachus (Tom Holland) might be an adult, but he’s not quite ready to take his dad’s job because he has trouble standing up to the especially sleazy suitor Antinous (a delightfully repellent Robert Pattinson).  

 

Homer goes to flashbacks, so it’s easy to see why Nolan would, too. In this case they work because it gives the Battle of Troy more impact and helps make Odysseus’ long strange, trip seem more plausible.  

 

Sometimes, Nolan’s touch can seem clinical, but when a story is naturally full of divine intervention and human frailty, it makes the wonder of the long, long journey seem less like a myth and more like a statement of fact.

FIlm Review: “Minions and Monsters” (Review #2 – Dan)

 

  • MINIONS & MONSTERS
  • Starring the voices of:  Christoph Waltz, Jeff Bridges and Allison Janey
  • Directed by: Piere Coffin and Patrick Delarge
  • Rated:  PG
  • Running time:  1 hr 30 mins
  • Universal

 

Our score:  3.5 out of 5

 

The French studio Illumination has released so many movies with the little yellow Minions that their high-pitched babble no longer seemed cute or funny.

 

Thankfully, series co-creator Pierre Coffin revives the series by taking his creatures back in time, not just before Gru became their boss, but to the dawn of time. They live to serve, but are so eager to do so that they accidentally kill their supervillain supervisors.

 

Two of the Minions (all voiced by Coffin), however, might be able to do more constructive things that simply the carrying out the bidding of would-be tyrants. James has the instincts of a master storyteller, and Henry has the skills to make James’ ideas real. The hard-of-hearing Ed stands up for the two when the bossy Dick berates them.

 

In their quest to find a new master, the yellow horde stumble into Los Angeles where they ruin a frustrated director’s difficult take. Max (Christoph Waltz) initially believes that his career is over because the Minions thought the actor they were chasing was actually a wanted outlaw.

 

Instead, the studio honchos The Bright Brothers (both voiced Jeff Bridges) believe that Max has discovered new stars. The little guys have a gift for destroying any object they touch, but they are hopelessly lovable and give Charlie Chaplin, Harold Lloyd and Buster Keaton serious comic competition.

 

When sound hits at the end of the Roaring 20s, however, the lads are in for a world of hurt because their squeaky banter is indecipherable except for the enthusiastic cry of “Banana!” James winds up writing a great monster movie with Max’s encouragement and inadvertently creates some actual monsters in the process. Their leader Goomi (Trey Parker) seems eager to help, although his ambitions may be other than cinematic. He looks like a cuter version Cthulhu, but he may be just as dangerous as the H.P. Lovecraft character.

 

Dick and the other minions flock to a confident but not terribly intimidating extraterrestrial robot named Dort (Jesse Eisenberg). His goofy demeanor makes him seem like he’d be an antagonist in poverty row space serial, but he has a knack for taking punishment makes one wonder if he’s the genuine article.

 

Letting the Minions loose in Hollywood is a bright idea, the management in Tinseltown is just as morally conflicted as Gru, so the setting makes sense. The new characters like Goomi and Dort are intriguing, with the latter being especially endearing because his earnestness wins over everyone, including a likable suffragette (Zoey Deutch).

 

There are some clever tributes to the silent era, but the movie loses some of its manic Minion energy toward the center. Until Dort stumbles onto the scene, Coffin and co-screenwriter Brian Lynch lose their focus as if they had gotten lost and Dort had to guide them out of a maze.

 

When I saw this film was coming out, I doubted if the Minions would leave a lasting impact like the silent comics they reference in this installment. It will be a while before we find out.

 

On a scale of zero to five, “Minions & Monsters” receives ★ ½  

Film Review: “The Stranger”

 

 

  • THE STRANGER
  • Starring:  Benjamin Voison, Rebecca Marder and Pierre Lottin
  • Directed by: François Ozon
  • Not Rated
  • Running time:  2 hrs 2 mins
  • Music Box Films

 

Our score:  4 out of 5

 

If you go through life with an air of indifference when you see people around you acting contemptibly, is it all that surprising when you do commit murder?

 

That’s the setup behind Albert Camus’ 1942 novella The Stranger. When I devoured the book in college, I was stuck by how a book with such an uncaring protagonist could be so engrossing.

 

Veteran French director François Ozon (Swimming Pool) and co-screenwriter Philippe Piazzo follow Camus’ storyline faithfully but also look at the story from a post-colonial perspective.

 

As Meursault (Benjamin Voisin) goes through the motions in colonial Algiers, there’s a sense that the native population have a justified feeling of resentment toward French occupation. The tensions that would lead to the the Algerian war for independence a decade later are seething in the background. As a side note, this movie would make a great double feature with The Battle of Algiers.

 

Even among the French, Meursault leaves an uncomfortable impression. When his mother dies, he sheds no tears and treats her passing as a mere nuisance. When one of her mourners collapses in the heat, he simply marches on while others tend to the fallen man.

 

He spots his foul-tempered neighbor Salamano (the redoubtable Denis Lavant) beating his dog, while Raymond (Pierre Lottin) another resident of his apartment complex gets into scuffles with Algerians in the street and treats his sex worker girlfriend terribly.

 

One wonders how an automaton like Meursault has managed to attract the vibrant Marie (Rebecca Marder). She has the energy and passion he lacks, but she seems drawn to the fact that he avoids glib declarations of love. She might be attracted to the lack of phony airs. Then again it could be because there isn’t much behind his blandly handsome exterior.

 

Before you can say “banality of evil,” he gradually gets involved with activities a wise person would avoid. Raymond isn’t much of a writer, Meursault happily polishes his prose for a letter of ill intent.

 

We know where this is going because Ozun begins with the Meursault being jailed for his eventual crime. There is still plenty of tension and curiosity because Voisin imbues Meursault with just enough hints of possible humanity to keep viewers from sharing his disregard for what’s happening around him. The novel is told in first person, and the protagonist never asks for sympathy. Without resorting to voiceover, Voisin and Ozun subtly hint there might be some inner life to the undemonstrative Meursault.

 

Marder’s passionate Marie is a welcome complement, and Manu Dacosse’s stark black-and-white photography effortlessly recounts the period and gives the performers plenty of room to work. You can more easily spot small changes in expression or hints at danger to come.

 

Ozun clearly loves his source material, but he thankfully treats it as something to bring alive instead of preserve in amber.

 

On a scale of zero to five, “The Stranger” receives ★★

Film Review: “The Stranger”

 

 

  • THE STRANGER
  • Satarring:  Benjamin Voison, Rebecca Marder, Pierre Lottin, Denis Lavant
  • Directed by:   François Ozon
  • Not Rated
  • Running time:  2 hrs 2 mins
  • Music Box Films

 

Our score:  4 out of 5

If you go through life with an air of indifference when you see people around you acting contemptibly, is it all that surprising when you do commit murder?

That’s the setup behind Albert Camus’ 1942 novella The Stranger. When I devoured the book in college, I was stuck by how a book with such an uncaring protagonist could be so engrossing.

Veteran French director François Ozon (Swimming Pool) and co-screenwriter Philippe Piazzo follow Camus’ storyline faithfully but also look at the story from a post-colonial perspective.

As Meursault (Benjamin Voisin) goes through the motions in colonial Algiers, there’s a sense that the native population have a justified feeling of resentment toward French occupation. The tensions that would lead to the the Algerian war for independence a decade later are seething in the background. As a side note, this movie would make a great double feature with The Battle of Algiers.

Even among the French, Meursault leaves an uncomfortable impression. When his mother dies, he sheds no tears and treats her passing as a mere nuisance. When one of her mourners collapses in the heat, he simply marches on while others tend to the fallen man.

He spots his foul-tempered neighbor Salamano (the redoubtable Denis Lavant) beating his dog, while Raymond (Pierre Lottin) another resident of his apartment complex gets into scuffles with Algerians in the street and treats his sex worker girlfriend terribly.

One wonders how an automaton like Meursault has managed to attract the vibrant Marie (Rebecca Marder). She has the energy and passion he lacks, but she seems drawn to the fact that he avoids glib declarations of love. She might be attracted to the lack of phony airs. Then again it could be because there isn’t much behind his blandly handsome exterior.

Before you can say “banality of evil,” he gradually gets involved with activities a wise person would avoid. Raymond isn’t much of a writer, Meursault happily polishes his prose for a letter of ill intent.

We know where this is going because Ozun begins with the Meursault being jailed for his eventual crime. There is still plenty of tension and curiosity because Voisin imbues Meursault with just enough hints of possible humanity to keep viewers from sharing his disregard for what’s happening around him. The novel is told in first person, and the protagonist never asks for sympathy. Without resorting to voiceover, Voisin and Ozun subtly hint there might be some inner life to the undemonstrative Meursault.

Marder’s passionate Marie is a welcome complement, and Manu Dacosse’s stark black-and-white photography effortlessly recounts the period and gives the performers plenty of room to work. You can more easily spot small changes in expression or hints at danger to come.

Ozun clearly loves his source material, but he thankfully treats it as something to bring alive instead of preserve in amber.

On a scale of zero to five, “The Stranger” receives ★★★   

Film Review: “Pressure” (Review # 2 – Dan)

 

 

  • PRESSURE
  • Starring:  Brendan Fraser, Andrew Scott and Kerry Condon
  • Directed by:  Anthony Maras
  • Rated:  R
  • Running time:  1 hr 40 mins
  • Focus Features

 

Our score:  4 out of 5

 

Most people get mad if a weather forecast is wrong before a cookout or a football game.

 

It’s another matter if a storm could crush civilization.

 

That’s what almost happened on June 3, 1944, and as a result two hours of people arguing about weather makes for remarkably good cinema in Anthony Maras’ new offering Pressure.

His previous movie Hotel Mumbai, which is readily available on Netflix, expertly recalled the 2008 terror attack on India’s financial capital and made both the victims and the perpetrators seem remarkably human.

 

He achieves a similar feat with a similarly iconic historical event. The date might seem familiar, but the Maras and co-screenwriter David Haig (who also authored the play) reveal why a force of primarily British and American troops almost chose that day to invade Normandy.

 

As of this writing it is still the largest assault of its kind in the history of the world, but Haig and Maras almost make us forget it succeeded.

 

As the movie opens, we find out a test run ended with fatalities. The Allies led by Gen. Sir. Bernard L. Montgomery (Damian Lewis) and Gen. Dwight D Eisenhower (Brendan Fraser) have spent months assembling hundred of thousands of troops and creating clever diversions so that the invasion will have as few casualties as possible.

 

Even with all the preparations, getting all the people and equipment to the other side of English Channel offers a host of challenges.

 

One of them is Mother Nature.

 

If the wind and the sea refuse to cooperate, the troops will perish before boats and planes reach the French coast.

 

To ensure success, Eisenhower relies on both his usual meteorologist Col. Irving Krick (Chris Messina) and Capt. James Stagg (Andrew Scott, Ripley), a gruff Scotsman Winston Churchill has recommended.

 

The two scientists instantly clash. Krick has had a lucky streak in the Sahara, but Stagg knows Europe and current forecasting technology far better. Krick has apparently no idea how mercurial the north seas can be and relies too much on old maps. Unfortunately, his cheery disposition ingratiates him to the generals when they might be wiser to listen to the gloomy Stagg.

 

Fortunately, Scott manages to make Stagg more than a dour voice of reason. As the film progresses, we learn that he has more on his mind that simply ensuring the wind and the rain don’t stop the mission.

 

Scott ably conveys Stagg’s struggle to negotiate the hard facts of science with soft skills he has to learn if he wants to save lives. He often looks as if he hasn’t slept in days.

 

Similarly, Fraser carries a tone of authority and a sense that he has to listen to both advisors even if they are getting on his nerves. His boyish features seem a little distracting at first, but once he starts issuing orders it’s easy to believe he could lead a massive amphibious invasion. He also consistently makes the general seem like a commander instead of a face on currency.

As with Hotel Mumbai, Maras keeps the pace taut and prevents the familiar events from feeling etched in stone. Considering what Eisenhower and his troops did on D-Day, an indifferent, stilted film would be a disservice.

 

 

On a scale of zero to five, Pressure receives ★★

Film Review: “I Love Boosters”

 

  • I LOVE BOOSTERS
  • Starring:   Keke Palmer, Demi Moore, Taylor Paige, Naomi Ackie
  • Directed by:  Boots Riley
  • Rated:  R
  • Running time:  1 hr 53 mins
  • NEON

 

Our score:  4 out of 5

 

Imagine if The Devil Wears Prada had more on its mind than simply getting the latest issue of a fashion magazine out the door.

 

Actually, that’s only part of what writer-director Boots Riley has to offer with his consistently surprising and gutsy second movie I Love Boosters.

 

Riley makes no secret of his communist sympathies, but his case is persuasive, and his  presentation imaginative and often side splittingly funny. For those who haven’t kept up on their lingo, “boosters” shoplift clothes from high end retailers and sell them at steeply discounted rates elsewhere.

 

In Oakland, Corvette (Keke Palmer) leads a team of boosters called the Velvet Gang who specialize in hitting a chain of boutiques called Metro Designers, owned by Christie Smith (Demi Moore). Christie has long been a major designer as well as a corporate heavyweight.

 

Between heists Corvette has even entered contests that Christie has sponsored in order to design clothes instead of swipe them.

 

While coveting the possessions of others is certainly not right, Corvette and her pals Mariah (Taylor Paige) and Sade (Naomi Ackie) are selling merch that has a ridiculously high markup already. Their situation is also precarious because their home is an abandoned fried chicken restaurant.

 

Their popup sales allow their equally cash strapped friends to have decent clothes that aren’t available otherwise. As Corvette discovers, her original designs are now Metro Designer shelves, anyway. Apparently, Christie has decided to engage in a little larceny of her own.

At this point, the Velvet Gang decide to elevate their operation. They take gigs inside the stores, where the working conditions are absurdly draconian. The clerks have to wear Christie’s designs, and the costs come right out of their own paychecks.

 

Considering the cost of rent in Oakland, it’s no wonder that Violeta (Eliza González) is secretly organizing a union.

 

Conditions are also unbearable in China, where the clothes are made. A blasting process gives the workers asthma and cancer, so Jianhu (Poppy Hiu) and her cousin Li Pan (Alan Z) are sabotaging the company in their own way.

 

Riley combines all of these threads in an energetic and whimsical way, but developments that seem unrelated fall together nicely make far more sense on a second viewing.

 

Riley incorporates contemporary labor and economic issues, but he also tosses in a little science fiction and absurdist humor to make obvious but persuasive points. Many of the heists involve physical comedy and warped sets that recall M.C. Escher designs.

 

The warped angles that looked mesmerizing in books of his illustrations seem amusingly awkward when people try to walk in them. Luxury vistas don’t seem so glamorous if you can’t get from one side of the room to the other.

 

Riley uses old school techniques to make those images possible. There’s something charming about the use of stop-motion animation and miniatures instead of AI to pull off these illusions. For a story about people being denied their humanity, high-tech visual walls would’ve undermined the thesis. With its bright, gaudy colors, I Love Boosters proves that subtlety isn’t always a virtue.

 

Riley used to be part of the hip-hop combo The Coup, and his eclectic taste in music helps drive the film. The score by Tune-Yard sounds like a polka, but fits the physical humor perfectly. Similarly he fits The MC5 seamlessly with a chase scene and features some solid vocal tunes by Palmer.

 

Palmer carries the film easily, and Moore is terrific as a tycoon whose fortune is based on appropriation and slick talk. González is a riot as a chain vaping malcontent who says little until she’s aware it’s safe to reveal she’s the smartest person in the film.

 

More than a few people online have questioned Riley for making a movie that glorifies thieves. I would argue that he should be praised for delivering a film that delivers viewers far more entertainment and insight than the ticket price.

 

On a scale of zero to five, I Love Boosters receives  ★★★★

Film Review: “Michael” 2026 REVIEW #2 (Dan)

 

 

 

  • MICHAEL  (2026)
  • Starring:  Jafar Jackson, Nia Long and Colman Domingo
  • Directed by:  Antoine Fuqua
  • Rated:”  PG 13
  • Running time:  2 hrs 15 mins
  • Lionsgate/Universal

Our score:  2.5 out of 5

 

I don’t envy Jaafar Jackson.

 

His dad is Jermaine Jackson, and he looks and sounds uncannily like his uncle Michael. He can replicate the King of Pop’s dance moves, but the movie where he plays Wacko Jacko constantly feels like listening to an indifferent cover band playing his hits.

 

Screenwriter John Logan, who gave us Martin Scorsese’s The Aviator, struggles to tell viewers something they don’t already know about Michael Jackson. That’s almost impossible because so much of his Jackson’s was in front of cameras and microphones. As a result, Michael plays more like a PowerPoint presentation than an actual movie.

 

It’s not exactly a secret that his early success with the Jackson 5 denied him a childhood and friendships with others his age or that his father Joseph (Colman Domingo) was an abusive stage parent who could have given the Beach Boys’ Murray Wilson a run for his money.

 

Domingo is grossly overqualified to play such an overbearing heel, but the script never asks him to do anything else. Considering the nuanced performance he gave as civil rights pioneer Bayard Rustin, it’s shame to waste his skills on such a monotonously beligerernt role.

 

After all, you don’t have to work too hard to make a child beater unlikable.

 

Similarly, other essential figures in Jackson’s like merely appear. Nia Long doesn’t make much of an impression as his mother, other than providing the emotional support Joseph doesn’t. Motown patriarch Berry Gordy, who brought the Jacksons’ music to the world, and producer Quincy Jones who helped shape Jackson’s distinctive groove are reduced to walk ons.

 

Mike Myers plays CBS Records honcho Walter Yetnikoff the same way he played the record company flack in Bohemian Rhapsody, but he seems to be the one person enjoying himself in this enterprise. Yetnikoff was instrumental in ending MTV’s ridiculous exclusion of black artists, so this brief scene brings some welcome levity and purpose.

 

Director Antoine Fuquoa has made countless music videos but recreating the magic of Michael Jackon’s output is a lost cause. CBS Records spared no expense on what they shelled out for the clips that promoted “Thriller,” “Beat It” and other hits. His videos were events, so that MTV even announced when “Thriller” would be broadcast.

 

Director John Sayles who made music videos once lamented that many simply said that point of them was to show that if one became a rock star one could see lots of models in their underwear. Jackson’s videos were far slicker and more sophisticated. The budgets on the Bruce Springsteen videos Sayles shot were bigger than the ones for some of the movies he made.

 

Fuquoa doesn’t appear to have access to the excess that Micheal and Yetnikoff could summon so easily in the 1980s. The musical numbers here lack the energy and the gravity defying wonder of Jackson’s peak. If you wonder why people cared about this guy who spoke with such a high-pitched voice, go to YouTube and watch the videos for his hits. Seeing him dominate the camera while other performers were simply standing and strumming will be a treat.

 

Frankly, if you want to learn why his music, his stage act and his videos were so revolutionary, check out Spike Lee’s Bad 25, which expertly dissects the album and shows how he pieced it together through multiple overdubs and a careful ear for detail. Hearing characters in Michael casually discuss tunes that would be classics shortchanges them and the process it took to make them special.

 

At 2 hours and 15 minutes, Michael manages to feel both rushed and bloated. It’s light on the euphoria of his triumphs and misses the moments that made his human. There’s no discussion of his faith as a Jehovah’s Witness or the charges of child molestation. I can see wanting to celebrate the art not the terrible things he might have done, but much of the content of Michael is downright dull and about as imaginative as a conversation with ChatGPT.

 

Michael’s fight for control of his music has been copied and pasted from previous biopics (A Complete Unknown, etc) and lacks any real tension. Even if you’ve never heard a note of his music, you already know what’s going to happen.

 

In the end, no matter how valiantly Jaafar Jackson performs, the film that surrounds him feels more like a tomb than a tribute to his late uncle. There is little to justify leaving home for replicas of videos that will look better on your TV.

 

On a scale of zero to five, “Michael” receives ★★ ½

Theater Review: “Hamilton” (Kansas City)

 

 

  • HAMILTON
  • Music Hall
  • Kansas City, Missouri

 

Alexander Hamilton may have died in 1804, but his story seems more relevant than ever.

The current touring production of Lin-Manuel Miranda’s musical Hamilton playing at Kansas City’s Music Hall on February 19 shows the questions that the founding father wrestled with still challenge this country and provide the inspiration for an infectious hip hop beat.

Miranda’s play and music, inspired by Ron Chernow’s biography, follows Hamilton’s life from his teenage years, where he wrote his first essays advocating the American Revolution, through his tenure as an artillery officer in George Washington’s Army, to his  voluminous contributions to the Federalist Papers, which advocated for the new Constitution.

Miranda tells the founder’s tale from the point of view of Aaron Burr, the one-time Vice President who wound up killing Hamilton in a duel.

Sorry, it’s not a spoiler; it’s just history.

Their paths frequently cross, but Burr (Jimmy “JJ” Jeter) doesn’t get the Caribbean immigrant’s idealism and ambition.

Hamilton (Tyler Fauntleroy) does love his wife Eliza (Lauren Mariasoosay), but his eagerness to help a woman with a husband she says is abusive. His son Philip (Nathan Haydel) has a knack for getting himself into disputes like his dad does but may not be be dealing with the weighty matters that drove the older Hamilton.

While President George Washington (A.D. Weaver) trusts Hamilton completely as his Secretary of the Treasury, other founders like Thomas Jefferson (Christian Magby) don’t get his policies or him.

Having seen the original Broadway cast in the Disney+ presentation, I’m happy to report the current touring production fills their formidable shoes.  Weaver’s resonant baritone is perfect for this country’s first Commander in Chief. Similarly, Jeter is just charming enough to make viewers tolerate Burr’s duplicity.

While the Disney+ comes close to capturing the exhilaration the stage experience, it’s not the same as being, in the words of the play, “in the room where it happened.” It’s a delight to boo the oblivious King George III of England (Matt Bittner), who can’t quite quite grasp why the former colonials would rather rule themselves.

The rotating stage features elaborate choreography that doesn’t quite fit on a TV screen. Having seen the previous TV production, I was able to follow Miranda’s lyrics more closely and appreciate his dense, rapid-fire wordplay that would make Stephen Sondheim proud. Combined with the hip-hop accompaniment, debates about this country’s economic origins sound lively and engaging.

How much power the federal government still puzzles us, so it’s good that Miranda and the current production remind us that the question may never go away. The Constitution that Hamilton helped support would not allow him to run for President, but this country would not be what it is without his input. Immigrants may indeed get the job done, but can they truly be welcome? The question is currently being answered in our streets.

That may be why the play still draws viewers. After all, what is more American than a hip-hop musical that makes our founders and their ideas more than simply names and dates in a textbook?

Film Review: “Marty Supreme” (Review #2)

 

  • MARTY SUPREME
  • Starring: Timothée Chalamet, Gwyneth Paltrow and Odessa Azion)
  • Rated: R
  • Running Time: 149 minutes
  • A24        

Our score:  4.5 out of 5 

Like Benjamin “Bugsy” Siegel before him, Marty Mauser (Timothée Chalamet) has a single-minded confidence in his goal. The former knew for certain that the Las Vegas strip would eventually become an unstoppable geyser of cash. Marty believes his skills with a table tennis racket will lead him to riches and recognition.

 

While Siegel, despite a few setbacks that cost the gangster his life, was right about the future of Sin City, Marty’s less outwardly rewarding quest is consistently entertaining and occasionally poignant.

 

Like his protagonist, co-writer-director Josh Safdie takes some odd risks. Two of his leads aren’t full time actors, his story takes odd turns and its post-World War II setting seems an odd place to hear 80s bands like Tears for Fears. Thankfully for viewers, Safdie and screenwriter Ronald Bronstein appear to have consistently better judgement than their 23-year-old protagonist.

 

Marty is a day from being promoted as his uncle’s shoe store and isn’t lying when he says he can sell footware to amputees. He’s also gifted at frustrating Ping-Pong players across the world.

 

It’s easy to see why Marty might want to take long lunch breaks and neglect the gig that’s actually bringing in cash. His mother is ailing from a variety of non-existent illnesses, and his uncle has a habit of reneging on promised payments. Journalists are also indifferent to assistant managers at shoe stores and grub up his jaw-droppingly arrogant remarks. He boasts that as a Jew, his skills with a paddle are Hitler’s worst nightmare.

 

Survivors of the Holocaust might not find his attempts at wit successful.

 

He’s also assuming there’s a demand for the glory of table tennis that might not exist in the real world. He’s even gotten his friend Dion (Luke Manley) to produce a series of custom orange Ping-Pong balls proclaiming “Marty Supreme” on the outside. He tells anyone willing to listen that his face will be on the cover of a Wheaties box momentarily.

 

Now, if only he can get the money for his flight to the tournament in London.

 

Back in New York, he’s been romantically involved with Rachel (Odessa A’zion), who just happens to be married to someone else (Emory Cohen), and he runs cons on the side with cab driver named Wally (Tyler the Creator). His family offer him no support and are even enlisting the local cops to stunt Marty’s dreams. Marty also makes the mistake of tangling with a dog loving gangster (moonlighting director Abel Ferrara).

 

If Marty’s life weren’t already complicated enough, he flirts with a movie star (Gwyneth Paltrow) despite how his arrogance can make him off putting at times. Her husband Milton Rockwell (“Shark Tank” judge Kevin O’Leary) dislikes the cocky fellow but wants to use potential popularity to sell his company’s merchandise in Japan. He’ll pay Marty a king’s ransom if he’ll play against the Land of the Rising Sun’s fearsome champion (Koto Kawaguchi) and throw the match.

Safdie and Bronstein are loosely adapting the life of real life table tennis champ Marty Reisman, but their own tale is consistently engaging because Marty’s wish for something more than a mundane existence is relatable. The two also populate the film with dozens of great supporting characters and surprising twists that have greater weight than simply winning matches.

 

Chalamet has a gift for playing characters who can do despicable things while keeping an audience’s attention. A lesser performer might make viewers tire of Marty’s broken promises. As I mentioned earlier, the mob got tired of waiting for Siegel’s assurances about Vegas to materialize. Chalamet also has the right physique and looks at home behind a paddle.

 

As with “Uncut Gems,” which Safdie co-directed with his brother Benny, “Marty Supreme” benefits from a frantic pace that makes it’s two-and-a-half hour running time breeze by. He stages the matches well and handles some sharp changes in tone effortlessly. The movie goes from silly absurdity to moments of danger effortlessly.

 

It probably helps that Safdie has cast two antagonists who aren’t known actors, but who can play their roles better than most professional thespians. Kevin O’Leary is so appropriately cold and contemptuous that one might see why his wife might be tempted to stray with a naïve braggart like Marty, and it’s easy to believe he clawed his way to a fortune. Similarly, Ferrara projects a dangerous aura that his affection toward a dog can’t dissipate.

 

The real Marty Reisman had a long career, and Safdie ends his own tale while his athlete is still young. Perhaps he knew well enough wrap things up while the game was going well.

 

On a scale of zero to five, “Marty Supreme” receives ★★½    

 

Film Review: “Caught Stealing” REVIEW # 3

  • CAUGHT STEALING
  • Starring:  Austin Butler, Regina King and Zoe Kravitz
  • Directed by:  Darren Aronofsky
  • Rated:  R
  • Running time:  1 hr 47 mins
  • SONY/Columbia Pictures

Our score: 2 out of 5

 

If there is one thing that the pandemic and the advent of streaming have not changed about the entertainment industry, it’s that any movie entering the marketplace around Labor Day is going to be lacking.

 

If Sony suspected that this offering from auteur director Darren Aronofsky (Requiem for a Dream, The Wrestler) with an A-list cast had awards potential, they’d probably have released it in the summer or later in the fall.

 

They know this won’t be much competition to a holiday cookout or the more focused movies coming down the pipeline.

The script by Charlie Huston, working from his novel, features a menagerie of colorful New York lowlifes who torment a lowly bartender named Hank Thompson (Austin Butler) simply because a Mohawk-sporting Cockney named Russ (Matt Smith) has left the Big Apple for his hometown of London without informing anyone else.

 

Because Russ is out of town, his business partners in illicit trades want a return on their investments. Because Hank is around but Russ isn’t, a pair of sadistic Russian leg breakers (Nikita Kukushkin, Yuri Kololnikov) pummel Hank inches from death even though he has no idea how Russ affords to feed his violent cat or get his gets his well-maintained punk hairdos.

 

Hank’s smarter paramedic girlfriend Yvonne (Zoë Zravitz) picks him up at the hospital and suggests that he call the cops. The detective who arrives on the scene (Regina King) loves making wisecracks but does little more than warn Hank he’s inadvertently crossed two Hassidic brothers (Liev Schriber, Vincent D’Onofrio) so devout they won’t drive on Shabbos but will deal in chemical recreation and lethal force.

 

While Huston compiles a formidable body count from his ensemble cast and gives them lots of excentric and sometimes off-putting things to do, Aronofsky’s tone varies from gritty to eye-rollingly silly. When the actors seem to be playing a scene for laughs, Aronofsky dishes out some gore that might make David Cronenberg blush.

 

In Elvis and The Bikeriders, Butler has proven himself to be a formidable leading man, but here Huston and Aronofsky haven’t given him much of a role. For much of the film, he seems like a hapless bystander who inadvertently invites the fatalities that accumulate in his path.

 

With the possible exception of Schriber and D’Onofrio’s sibling drug mongers, who manage to be both funny and threatening, most of the oddballs in Caught Stealing aren’t engaging enough to make viewers wonder if they’ll make it to the end. Griffin Dunne as an aging hippie poet and Carol Kane Scriber and D’Onofrio’s matriarch are sadly underutilized. Aronofsky’s frantic pacing may be a disservice to his performers because it reduces their chance to shine.

 

The central McGuffin isn’t that well-conceived, and Hank’s eagerness for never making it into Major League Baseball can only carry the film so far.

 

Because this is Labor Day, we can take comfort that all involved will be working on something better soon. It’s a shame they wasted their talents on such an unworthy grift.

 

On a scale of zero to five, I give “Caught Stealing”   

 

 

 

Film Review: “Ballerina”

 

  • BALLERINA
  • Starring:  Ana de Armas, Keanu Reeves and Ian McShane
  • Directed by:  Len Wiseman
  • Rated:  R
  • Running time:  2 hrs 4 mins
  • Lionsgate

 

Our score:  3 out of 5

 

 

When I interviewed ballerina Moira Shearer who starred in “The Red Shoes,” she happily informed me, “Dancers and boxers lace their boots the same way.”

 

As the analogy indicates, deadly force can come in seemingly dainty packages.

 

That may explain why “From the World of John Wick: Ballerina” usually works. Ana de Armas proved she had what it took to be an action hero in “No Time to Die.” In her brief turn, her awkward demeanor belied formidable speed and agility. Her precision dagger was a nice complement of James Bond’s blunt instrumentation.

 

This time around she plays Eve, a young woman struggling to deal with being orphaned after trained killers murdered her dad. Winston (Ian McShane), who acts like a referee in the universe that Eve and John Wick (Keanu Reeves) inhabit, puts her in the care of the Director (Anjelica Huston).

 

Eve now has a unique regimen. Most of us don’t have to train for the rigors of both ballet, which can decimate a dancer’s feet, and for martial arts and target practice. Because she’s as sturdy as she is agile, it’s no surprise she spends less time on stage than she does guarding clients or selectively ending lives.

 

After a few successful missions, she discovers that the people who killed her father are still around. The Director has had a long truce with the rival troupe of killers and their leader The Chancellor (an appropriately chilly Gabriel Byrne).

 

Eve couldn’t care less about those arrangements. She wants revenge and is willing to charge into a village populated entirely with seasoned assassins.

 

If anyone could survive such a seeming act of folly, she would be the one. Her bravado is accompanied by the sort of creativity that comes from an education in the arts. This enables her to neutralize larger, stronger opponents.

 

Watching de Armas leap, kick and shoot is expectedly exhilarating. Screenwriter Shay Hatten, who wrote the last two John Wick films, comes up with a delightfully goofy solutions when Eve runs out of ammo.

 

Director Len Wiseman (“Underworld”) stages the mayhem with appropriate finesse, but he deviates little from the template that Chad Stahelsski established in the first two movies. “Ballerina” might have been more fun if it gave Eve a stamp of her own. The pneumatic tubes that send death warrants across the oceans in seconds are here, but it the idea of blending classical dance and combat is only partially realized.

 

Reeves, who produced, returns as Wick. He seems committed, but the script incorporates Wick as an afterthought. Reeves and de Armas share little screen time and don’t get a chance to play off each other much. It would have been more fun if their contrasting styles could have been clearly delineated.

 

De Armas at least shows that her lean shoulders can carry a shoot-em-up with confidence. Here’s hoping her next turn behind a gun is as nimble as she is.

 

On a scale of zero to five, “Ballerina” receives

Film Review: “Mission: Impossible – The Final Rekoning (Review #2)

 

 

  • MISSION: IMPOSSIBLE – THE FINAL RECKONING
  • Starring:  Tom Cruise, Hayley Atwell and Simon Pegg
  • Directed by:  Christopher McQuarrie
  • Rated:  PG 13
  • Running time:  2 hrs 49 mins
  • Paramount

 

Our score:  3 out of 5

 

 

It’s probably good that “Mission: Impossible—The Final Reckoning” acknowledges its predecessors. Co-writer and director Christopher McQuarrie loads the latest and reportedly final installment of the series with links to the previous films.

 

 

 

Nonetheless, it’s a lot to ask viewers to spend three hours following Ethan Hunt (Tom Cruise) and the Impossible Mission Force team resting on their laurels.

 

 

 

There are still some jaw dropping stunts, but the follow-up to “Mission: Impossible—Dead Reckoning Part One” has action scenes that play like outtakes or rough drafts of the scenes that worked in the previous movies. There are only so many times Cruise can hang from plane or other fast-moving vehicle.

 

 

 

Despite all the death defying moments in “Dead Reckoning,” a seemingly all-powerful artificial intelligence known as The Entity is still threatening humanity despite Ethan Hunt and company surviving time bombs and dangling train compartments. The Entity is worming its way into the nuclear arsenals of countries all over the world and doesn’t have qualms about destroying its flesh and blood creators.

 

 

 

It has even rejected its most fanatical disciple, Gabriel (Esai Morales), who now wants to use his insider knowledge to possibly control it. If he eventually takes over The Entity, the situation could potentially be worse than a nuclear wasteland.

 

 

 

The task is obviously bigger than Ethan himself can handle, so Benji Dunn (Simon Pegg), Paris (Pom Klementieff), Grace (Hayley Atwell) and Luther Stickwell (Ving Rhames) have to scramble behind the scenes while Ethan dashes, leaps, swims and hangs for dear life to prevent either enemy from gaining the upper hand.

 

 

 

With “Dead Reckoning,” McQuarrie was probably correct when he concluded that audiences would prefer watching Tom Cruise push his body (and his stunt doubles) to the limit than to figuring out the intricacies of artificial intelligence. He created just enough fresh obstacles for the IMF team to tackle to prevent viewers from wondering how conquering physical catastrophes can stop one that lives only online.

 

 

 

It took a lot of effort to fill three hours with stunts and Cruise’s trademark sprinting (in his early 60s, the actor might want to try out for the Olympics). One might feel inclined McQuarrie if he and co-writer Erik Jendresen have run out fresh ways to endanger their leading man.

 

 

 

In McQuarrie’s world, there seems to be a proliferation of time bombs, and the tension of seeing yet another countdown diminishes when Ethan and company discover yet another explosive with a digital fuse.

 

 

 

In a couple of sequences, McQuarrie cleverly switches between Ethan muscling his way past yet another impediment while Benji and company struggle to ensure that their teammate’s heroics won’t be for naught. This gives the new installment momentum it could have used when McQuarrie seems a little too content to follow the series template.

 

 

 

At times it seems as if McQuarrie was too eager to find ways to tie this chapter to its predecessors. The call backs are occasionally fun, but more thought seems to have gone into them than in the current tale.

 

 

 

Perhaps “The Final Reckoning” might have been more fun if McQuarrie and company had explored the logic behind The Entity and figured out how the IMF could potentially outsmart it. With two hackers on the squad and a thoughtful U.S. President (Angela Bassett) and the hair trigger General Sidney (Nick Offerman), one would think they’d create enough real ideas to combat their artificial foe.

 

 

 

McQuarrie won an Oscar for his head-twisting script for “The Usual Suspects,” so he could have taken a more cerebral approach and made a movie that still delivered thrills. Since “Jack Reacher,” he has shown a formidable eye for action scenes to go with his talent for word play. The exchanges between Bassett and Offerman demonstrate he hasn’t lost his dramatic chops, but it would have been nice if he had used them more frequently.

 

 

 

Watching Tom Cruise, who also produced the “M:I” series, dashing toward or from danger is usually fun, but with “The Final Reckoning,” he’s not dealing with a crisis worthy of his speed. Instead he seems be taking an unwarranted victory lap.

 

Overall, on a scale of zero to five, “Mission: Impossible – The FInal Reckoning” receives ★★★

Film Review: “Warfare”

 

  • WARFARE
  • Starring:  Will Poulter and Cosmo Jarvis
  • Directed by: Alex Garland and Ray Mendoza
  • Rated: R
  • Running time:  1 hr 35 mins
  • A24

 

Director Samuel Fuller helmed “The Big Red One” and “The Steel Helmet” and also served in World War II. In the press book for the former movie, he observed that “To make a real war movie would be to fire at the audience from behind the screen.”

 

Without putting a viewer in actual danger, Alex Garland (“Ex Machina”) and Iraq War veteran Ray Mendoza capture what a tense and frightening 95 minutes in Mendoza’s life was like.

 

Except for a brief moment where the troops ogle young women in a rather vigorous workout tape, “Warfare” follows them as they take over a building for surveillance. They see lots of potential attackers, but a lot of they people they’re watching are simply trying to get on with their days. As false alarms keep ringing, it’s still a shock when a real grenade explodes in their midst.

 

They have taken casualties, but getting back to base is challenging now that the enemy have decided to stop waiting patiently. Hostile fire is coming from unexpected directions. Getting the team out of the lethal quagmire borders on being a suicide mission.

 

Shot and edited in what amounts to real time, “Warfare” drops a viewer into urban combat and the horror it entails. Every shot or explosion reverberates around the auditorium. The dialogue is loaded with military jargon, and when vehicles are six minutes from the scene, you could potentially set your watch accordingly.

 

During these moments, “Warfare” brims with tension, but Garland and Mendoza don’t do much to orient the audience into 2004 Iraq or explain the banter. The characters and their relationships are also sketchy. We don’t know who is in charge of whom or why occupying a building that seems to be an obvious target would be such a smart move.

 

The cast, which includes solid performers like Will Poulter (“Detroit”), but we barely learn anything about Poulter’s Eric or his life outside the war zone. D’Pharaoh Woon-A-Tai plays a character clearly based on Mendoza himself, but we barely get to know him or how he and his unit interact.

 

If we knew more about they guys in the unit, it would be easier to get involved with their struggles and to care if they survive. The situation is inherently compelling, but “Warfare” misses some of its potential because it loses its energy whenever the lethal fireworks stop.

 

The Iraqi family inside the building are a little better drawn than in earlier films on the War on Terror and its era. Unlike, say “Blackhawk Down,” Garland and Mendoza express concern over what happens to the residents once the occupying armies are gone. “Warfare” features a coda where one of Mendoza’s former comrades in arms visits the set. It’s one of the rare moments in the movie where emotions other than fear come into play. “Warfare” succeeds at immersing viewers in Mendoza’s tour of duty, but it might have had more impact if he and Garland had come up for air more often.