Digital Review: “Shelter”

 

A lone man living in ultimate isolation on a remote Scottish island finds himself taking care of a young girl who became shipwrecked there after a violent storm destroys her uncle’s boat, killing him in the process. The lone man, then, becomes identified and hunted by shadowy figures from his past while he attempted to help the girl recover. But soon, both are running for their lives from these figures.
Jason Statham is back with a new action film. If there’s ever a current actor who knows his lane and is comfortable enough to stay in it, it’s Statham. Listening to him in interviews, especially when compared to his Fast & Furious peers, it’s plain as day that the man has little ego, is unpretentious, and is just grateful to be doing what he’s doing. And that brings us to his new film, Shelter.
 
Statham is a star who’s kind of out-of-time. He found success in the early 2000s in the action genre with the Transporter series and was able to follow it up with the Crank series, the Expendables movies and the Fast & Furious franchise. And yet, he seems like he probably would have been more at home as one of the action stars of the late 80s and early 90s. Shelter also feels like the kind of movie that could have seen more success in that era. In short, the movie doesn’t bring that much new to the table. It’s very formulaic and has its obvious influences. 
 
There’s the aspect of our hero becoming the surrogate guardian of a young person, which brings to mind movies like Leon: The Professional or Logan. There’s the plot of a government organization hunting down a former operative-gone-rogue, like the Bourne or Mission: Impossible movies. And there’s a threat of the organization using extreme surveillance to do the hunting, like in techno-thrillers such as Enemy of the State.
 
Despite all these familiar elements though, the film’s director, Ric Roman Waugh, elevates the film so it all still feels engaging and entertaining. Waugh, whose past credits include Snitch, Shot Caller, Angel has Fallen and the Greenland movies, has a knack for making his films thrive when their scripts feel somewhat limited in creativity.
 
This is a true throwback movie where everything is what they need to be and there’s nothing truly unnecessary thrown in to convolute the film. At just over a hundred minutes, it’s in that sweet spot — where it could’ve been a 90-minute film in the past, but scenes are allowed to breathe and elements develop without feeling rushed.
 
Statham, here, plays Michael Mason, who is sort of a departure from his usual tough guy roles. He’s more of a broken soul this time around. He lives in seclusion and doesn’t talk to anyone but his dog, who he hasn’t even given a name to. He just works to maintain his house and the only real entertainment he has is a game of chess, in which he plays by himself.
 
Mason is regularly given supplies from the mainland by a man and his niece. The niece is a teenage girl named Jesse, who is played here by Bodhi Rae Breathnach. Jesse is curious about the mystery surrounding Mason and when Mason is quick to jump to her aid, she forms a bond with him and feels the need to rescue him from his sadness.
 
Meanwhile, in London, MI6 is having to contend with a controversial new method of national security, where a program has made it so that any device with a camera can be hacked to turn into a surveillance instrument, treading on the privacy of citizens. There is a subplot of the bureacracy behind this experimental program which involves Bill Nighy and Naomi Ackie butting heads over the use of this method. However, it’s this method that identifies Statham’s Mason, who has been on the lamb from MI6, and once he’s back on the radar, squads are sent to bring him in and Statham goes into Rambo mode.
 
Those who are hoping for something more outlandish like Statham’s recent film The Beekeeper may be disappointed by how simpler this movie is. Shelter is more straightforward. It’s not quite character-based or plot-based. It’s more action-based, as our two leads are on the run from MI6 and we pretty much go from one action set-piece to another with a bit of drama in between. I, personally, liked it more than Statham’s A Working Man from last year as this movie kept me more engaged and the characters are people that I connected to more.
 
Shelter could have easily fallen into a trap of being tedious, but Ric Roman Waugh managed to make it work. The same can be said about the action. If you expect Shelter to compete with huge-budget spectacles, then you’ll be setting yourself up for disappointment. The action is relatively smaller in scope, like the first John Wick (there’s even a sequence that may remind you of the nightclub shootout), but they’re still exciting scenes and Statham is just as good as ever.
 
As mentioned before, Shelter doesn’t try to be more than it needs to be. The characters are developed well enough and they give you something to root for or against when the excitement starts. However, there isn’t too much more to them than their archetypes. Bill Nighy and Naomi Ackie are reliable in their roles, but they’re not much more than the government talking-heads in movies like these. Special attention must be paid to Breathnach though. She carries most of the emotional weight in the film and makes the best of what she’s given. She can be seen recently in Hamnet and I can see her becoming a formidable actress on the rise.
 
If you want a throwback film like they just don’t make anymore, seek Shelter. Ric Roman Waugh delivers on the action. Statham delivers on the action as well. It’s just an old-school, bone-crunching film.
 
As for the picture & sound, both are solid throughout the presentation. These digital copies don’t usually come with extras and the presentation is not as good as physical copies. But digital copies ARE truly convenient. Just a touch of a few buttons and you’re off and running! Physical copies require you getting off the couch and loading the disc into the player (and that’s after you find it throughout your extensive collection). I’ve personally been enjoying digital especially since physical copies are not as widely available as they once were. I usually have to order from Amazon if I want a physical copy. 
 
PICTURE ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
SOUND ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
THE FILM ⭐️⭐️⭐️1/2
Out of 5 Stars

Film Review: “The Devil Wears Prada 2”

 

 

  • THE DEVIL WEARS PRADA 2
  • Starring:  Meryl Streep, Anne Hathaway and Stanley Tucci
  • Directed by:  David Frankel
  • Running time:  1 hr 59 mins
  • 20th Century Studios

 

Our score:  3 out of 5

 

Ah, sequels.  Hollywood has made a killing by continuing familiar and popular stories on screen.  In my book “Jaws 2: the Making of the Hollywood Sequel,” I quote my friend, Oscar nominated filmmaker and screenwriter Carl Gottlieb, who notes that the only sequel that loses money is the last on.”  Some film franchises (“Fast and the Furious: (10),” “Jurassic Park” (7)) have more films then your some theatres have screens, with the 11th “Fast and Furious” film due this summer.  In fact, if you look at the list of the Ten Highest Grossing films of all time, (9) of them are either sequels or the origin film that spawned the sequel.  But don’t fret…I’m sure someone will come up with a “Titanic 2” someday.

 

In “The Devil Wears Prada 2” we find the heroine of the first film, the hard-working Andy (Hathaway) at a highpoint in her career.  She is about to receive an award for her hard-hitting journalism.  However, that highpoint suddenly crashes when she learns that the publication she writes for is folding.  She is convinced to return to “Runway” magazine, where she is once again paired with the hard-to-please editor Miranda (Streep).  Once again, conflicts arise as each has their own ideas on how the future of the magazine will progress.

If you liked the first film you will no doubt like this one.  I say that because the story and the conflicts are so similar you may have trouble discerning between the two films.  I will say that if you are a fan of fashion and glamour, you’ll love this one, as it spends a lot of time on montages of glamourous people wearing glamourous clothes.  The film plays like an extended episode of “Sex in the City” without the sex.

 

The films saving grace is the cast, with both Streep and Hathaway returning to characters they obviously enjoy playing and giving them new life.  The supporting cast is also strong, though how can you ever go wrong when Stanley Tucci is in your film?  His Nigel is the film’s most fleshed out character and the film picks up whenever he is on screen.  As one might expect, the production values here are beautiful, giving a true shine to an already glamourous world.

 

On a scale of zero to five, “The Devil Wears Prada 2” receives ★★   

 

 

 

 

Film Review: “Tom Clancy’s Jack Ryan: Ghost War”

 

  • TOM CLANCY’S JACK RYAN:  GHOST WAR
  • Starring:  John Krasinski, Sienna Miller and Wendell Pierce
  • Directed by:  Andrew Bernstein
  • Rated:  R
  • Running time:  1 hr 45 mins
  • Amazon/MGM Studios

 

Our score:  4 out 5

 

 

 

Fun fact – before he became a best-selling author, Tom Clancy was a insurance salesman who loved the Orioles and hated the Redskins.  More on this later.

 

The film begins with a mission obviously going bad.  The worse.  Then it ends. Badly.

 

While out for a jog, Jack Ryan (Krasinski) finds himself being pursued by mysterious SUV’s.  Despite his best efforts he is caught and summoned to meet with his friend, James Greer (Pierce), now Deputy Director of the CIA.  He is entrusted with an assignment that, like many of the ones Ryan is given, holds serious consequences.  And cue the action!

 

While I don’t watch the current Amazon Prime Jack Ryan series, I am a big fan of the previous films and I will say that you don’t have to be a fan of the series to enjoy this new adventure.  All of the Ryan trademarks are there:  using his wits when he has to but not afraid to use his fists.  As the adventure travels literally around the world, the stakes, and the action, get bigger.

 

One thing I’ve noted in the nearly 40 years of Jack Ryan’s existence.  He has gone from a book-smart analyst afraid to speak up to a true action hero.  Not sure if this is because the various actors who played the role (Alec Baldwin, Harrison Ford, Ben Affleck and Chris Pine previously) brought some of their on-screen personas with them or just the way the character was intended to evolve.  Krasinski plays Ryan as a combination of Baldwin and Ford – doing his best to be one step ahead mentally but still able to protect himself, and others, when the time comes.  As Greer, Pierce maintains the gravitas, mixed with sly humor, that James Earl Jones portrayed in the films.  The action set-pieces are well staged and the film moves quickly.

 

Back to my opening sentence.  I had season tickets for the Orioles  when I lived in Baltimore and would often find myself chatting with Tom Clancy, whose seats were near ours.  After the film of “The Hunt for Red October” came out I asked him what he thought and he was very complimentary.  One thing he told me was that, when he was writing the book, he always pictured Tom Selleck playing Ryan.  I could see hat.  Krasinski has a mischievous side to himself, similar to Selleck’s Thomas Magnum.  I can see what Clancy was looking for and Krasinski brings the character back to the way it was envisioned.  I enjoyed the portrayal so much I may have to start watching the series!

 

On a scale of zero to five, “Tom Clancy’s Jack Ryan:  Ghost War” 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 ★★

VOD Review: “Project Hail Mary”

 

In Project Hail Mary (now streaming on VOD platforms like Fandango or Amazon Prime Video), the sun is being eaten by living space microbes and the only person who can save the world is Ryland Grace – and his alien pal. Frankly, I wouldn’t have it any other way. Such is the formula for a massive hit, a $650 million-grossing box office juggernaut with NAMES behind it: It began with author Andy Weir, whose 2021 bestselling heavy-on-the-science sci-fi novel of the same name followed precedent with The Martian in being a beloved and successful film. Having co-produced a pair of wildly creative Spider-Verse animated films, Phil Lord and Christopher Miller directed their first effort since 2014’s 22 Jump Street from a screenplay by Drew Goddard, who also adapted The Martian. Ryan Gosling jumped on to star, with support from fellow Oscar nominee Sandra Huller (Anatomy of a Fall) and famed puppeteer James Ortiz, who operated and voiced the alien Rocky, created by FX artist Neal Scanlan (Oscar winner for 1996’s Babe). So it makes total sense that Project Hail Mary is the year’s funniest, most engaging and wholly moving best  film of 2026 so far.  
 
Ryland Grace awakens in a plastic bag, intubated, a robot hovering over him with clippers to trim his hobo beard. He’s disoriented and groggy and doesn’t want a robot shearing him like a lamb and the movie’s ALREADY funny because he’s played by Ryan Gosling. Grace was in an induced space-travel coma, and soon realizes he’s about a dozen years’ travel from Earth. The other two astronauts on board the Project Hail Mary craft weren’t so lucky. They get a sweet, heartfelt eulogy from Grace before he flushes their bodies into space and the movie’s ALREADY sad because this is The Gos(ling) at work and it’s what he does so well. Grace can’t remember much of anything due to the long sleep. “Am I smart?” he wonders aloud to himself, but if he’s an astronaut, he has to be. He stands at a whiteboard and starts mathing the living crap out of crap so he can figure out where he is in the universe, and he figures it out. So yes. He’s smart.
 
Recurring flashbacks reveal how Grace got here and why, his memories are slowly returning. Grace was minding his own beeswax teaching science to middle-schoolers and very carefully answering his students’ questions about the organisms, dubbed astrophages, that are doing what their name means: feasting on the sun at a rate that means a catastrophe for Earth in 30 years. After a day of trying to downplay the potential apocalypse to 12-year-olds, Eva Stratt (Huller) strolls into his classroom. She knows he’s a brilliant mind whose out-of-the-box thinking was far enough out of the box that the scientific community shunned him right into the public school system. Irony: That thinking makes him uniquely qualified to study the astrophages, a skill Stratt needs to, you know, no big deal, save the planet and all its inhabitants. She leads an international conglomerate of big brains that quickly warms to Grace and his goofy eccentricities, especially once his crafty experimentation begins to reveal the nature of the tiny little existential threats.
Back on the Mary, Grace is doing his damnedest not to pilot the ship despite the computer’s insistence (the real pilot died) and bonking around in zero-gravity. He figures out that he’s in the Tau Ceti system and remembers he not only has to save the world by figuring out What’s Up With The Astrophages, but also that – this is a tough one, real tough – he’s on a one-way suicide mission. He’ll run out of fuel eventually, but hopefully will send successful data and samples back to Earth via little autopilot pods.
We jump back and forth between Grace on the Mary and Grace at home, and quickly put together that he’s more brilliant than most brilliant people, that his mind works so fast he often says things before he thinks about what he says, that he’s a freakin’ wizard with cardboard and duct tape. He’s way out in the middle of whereverthehell minding his own business when a big gold ship blips on the radar. It appears to be piloted by an intelligence of some kind. And soon enough, he’s looking through a prismlike construction at something not human, and tapping on the glass: Bonk-bonnk-bonk-bonk-bonnnnnnnnk. Go ahead, hum it. You know how it goes. Trust me.
Gosling’s best performance next to a non-human since Lars and the Real Girl reaffirms what we already know: When Baby Goose cries, we cry with him. No choice. Gonna happen. In the Gosling Pantheon of Thespian Greatness, think Barbie and The Nice Guys.
Project Hail Mary is strange without being off-putting, crafty without being indulgent, goofy without being dopey, smart without being condescending, detailed without being overwhelming, irreverent without being flippant and loaded with the wishful notion that the universe is driven more by benevolence than cold, cruel indifference. Lord and Miller establish a gently insistent pace and massage a distinctly light-but-heavy comedio-dramatic tone in a brilliant and rangy first act, and maintain that M.O. for more than 150 minutes while telling a thematically rich and optimistic story about hope and love, risk and sacrifice, collaboration and communication, the potential for achievement within both the individual and the collective, and faith in not just the human mind but intelligence itself. It’s funny and full of heart, and hits the proverbial spot. Donnie Downers and Negative Nancies and other  black-cloud glass-half-empty cynics poised to condemn the film for being “too sweet” or pollyanna-ish (note: it’s neither of these things) can take a long walk on a short pier and realize in their sudden dampness that we’ll throw them a life preserver in spite of their nonsense. This is a delightful, wildly entertaining film.

The directors spent a quarter of a billion dollars in order to achieve this extraordinary blend of psychedelic Kubrick and whimsical Spielberg. It’s exemplary visual storytelling, with crisp and efficient editing enabling the narrative to segue smoothly back and forth between two timelines. Their use of montage and music – whether it’s pop songs, Daniel Pemberton’s bubbly score (reminiscent of Thomas Newman’s brilliant work on WALL-E) or Huller bringing down the house during a lovely, melancholy karaoke sequence – is ebullient without being corny. The visual effects, mostly practical, give the film a sense of space out there in space, whether Gosling navigates the exquisite design of the ship’s interior or spacewalks his way into peril.

Of course, I’m glancing off the core dramatic development of Project Hail Mary, where Gosling interacts with a delightful melange of puppetry and CGI that is the alien, dubbed Rocky; the film’s success hinges on maintaining our discovery of and curiosity for this beautifully bizarre character. And it’d all be for naught without a star who’s capable of bullseyeing the sweet spot between pathos and comedy. Gosling bounces off the walls, off the puppet, off a stoic, but never chilly Huller, as the oddball genius Grace finds his purpose.

Don’t underestimate the third-act complication that changes the tenor of Grace as a character, leaving us a little uncomfortable but ultimately open to the idea that imperfections in one’s personality, even glaring ones, can lead to positive, constructive change. Such a development elevates the film well above mere feelgood sci-fi that’s “just” a kid’s movie. Being a kid’s movie is no insult – there’s a wide-eyed purity in this great-for-the-whole-fam story that reminds one of the innocence of childhood at the same time it invokes the wonder of scientific discovery and its role in bringing people, be they human or extraterrestrial, together for the greater good. Hope – it’s an amazing thing!
The look of the film is spectacular. This was bought as a digital copy, so it’s already inferior to the upcoming video release. I can imagine that a 4K disc would leap off the screen! But the digital version still upholds the beauty of the film. Colors are vibrant. Blacks are deep. The sound is wonderful with plenty of LFE subwoofer and surround activity. Center and right/left dialogue is crisp. Sorry but my digital copy has no extras. Maybe I’ll review this film again with a 4K purchase.
SOUND ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
PICTURE ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
FILM ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

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: “Pressure”

 

  • 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:  3.5 out of 5

 

On the most recent episode of our “Back in the Day” podcast the crew and I took a look at some of the greatest war movies ever made.  In doing my research I learned that there have been more then 5,000 feature films dealing with World War II alone.  5,000!!  Some of them are regarded as some of the best films ever made (The Best Years of Our Lives, Patton, Schindler’s List, Saving Private Ryan) while others I’d never seen.  As Memorial Day rolls along this year we are treated to another one:  Pressure.

 

The film opens on the aftermath of what can only be called a horrible tragedy.  Overlooking the carnage, General Dwight D. Eisenhower (Fraser) can only curse.

Jump ahead six months where we meet British meteorologist James Stagg (Scott).  Awaiting the birth of his child, he is summoned to meet with Eisenhower and his staff to forecast the weather conditions that will be taking place during an operation they are calling “D-Day.”  Stagg continually butts heads with Colonel Krick (Chris Messina), whose method of predicting future weather from past events is not a practice Stagg embraces.  The two continually clash, much to the chagrin of an increasingly agitated Eisenhower.  Doing her best to keep the peace is Lieutenant Kay Summersby (Condon), Eisenhower’s aide and buffer.  It’s not an easy job.

 

Well presented with an outstanding attention to detail, Pressure could be looked at as the prequel to Saving Private Ryan, which opens with the invasion of Normandy, while this film looks at the events leading up to that day.  The cast is strong, with Fraser at his best when going head to head with British General Bernard Montgomery (Damian Lewis), whose “gung – ho” attitude robs Ike the wrong way.  It doesn’t help that “Monty” keeps referencing that, unlike others, he has battlefield experience.  He also throws “Exercise Tiger,” easily Eisenhower’s worse military chapter, out when it suits him.  (NOTE:  For those unaware, Exercise Tiger was basically a practice run for D-Day, with young soldiers taking place in a military exercise.  However, due to poor communications, live ammunition was used and nearly 1,000 soldiers and seamen were killed.)

 

The film has it’s dramatic moments but it’s also anti-climactic because, while they continually stress that the invasion will take place on June 5th, anyone with any knowledge of history knows D-Day was June 6th.  So when Ike asks if everything is good for June 5th, you want to shake your head and tell him “no, sir.”

 

That doesn’t mean I didn’t enjoy the film.  I did.  When I was born, Eisenhower was president – JFK would be elected two months later.  And it was a genuine treat to be sitting in the theatre with some of Eisenhower’s great grandchildren.  It lent a nice historical aspect to the screening.

 

On a scale of zero to five, Pressure receives ★  ½

 

Film Review: “Pitfall”

Starring: Marshall Williams, Richard Harmon and Alex Essoe
Directed by: James Kondelik
Rated: NR
Running Time: 108 minutes

Our Score: 1.5 out of 5 Stars

Survival horror is the ultimate guilty pleasure because you can amplify any life-or-death situation into the paranormal, horrific, thrilling, or cruelly dramatic extremes it finds itself in. So why doesn’t “Pitfall” come close to tickling “The Ritual,” “The Blair Witch Project,” or “Wolf Creek” vibes?

Woods and grief feel like a ritualistic trope at this point as “Pitfall” opens on Scott (Marshall Williams) and Ashley (Alex Essoe) mourning the death of their parents. For reasons that may or may not be revealed later, they join three friends on an ominous trip that quickly introduces the titular pitfall, a massive trap designed to kill prey.

The movie constantly battles convention with unpredictability. The problem is that at more than 100 minutes long, there’s plenty of time to sit around and wonder where the story is heading. If “Pitfall” moved with the frantic pace of a Tuesday afternoon soap opera on meth, maybe I’d be swept up in the chaos. Instead, I found myself waiting for reveals that felt more eye-rolling than shocking.

I really wanted to like “Pitfall” because of how invested it is in physical violence, emotional trauma, and psychological brutality. Unfortunately, the movie never convinced me it knew what to do with those ideas. By the time it arrives at its revelations and ultimate purpose, “Pitfall” feels less like a title and more like a review.

Film Review: “EPiC” (Elvis Presley in Concert)

 

  • EPiC:  ELVIS PRESLEY IN CONCERT
  • Starring:  Elvis Presley
  • Directed by:  Baz Lurhman
  • Rated:  PG 13
  • Running time:  1 hr 36 mins
  • NEON

 

Our score:  5 out of 5

 

In 1976 a neighbor of ours asked me if I wanted to pick up a little money on Sundays.  He worked at the Ramada Inn near Tampa Stadium and needed help valet parking cars from fans who would park at the hotel and walk to the game.  Having just gotten my drivers license I jumped at the chance.  One Sunday a smartly dressed man pulled up in a brand new Cadillac.  As I gave him his valet ticket he said, “put it where you can watch it, son.”  I immediately moved the VW bug that was directly in front of my station to the rear of the building and parked the Caddy in its place.  A few hours later the man returned.  As he got in the car he handed me a 5-dollar bill (in those days that was a movie ticket PLUS a large drink and popcorn) and got in.  He then asked me, “do you like Elvis, son?”  I replied “yes” and he handed me two tickets.  Two months later, on February 14, 1977, I found myself at Bayfront Center in St. Petersburg about to attend my first concert.  ELVIS

 

Director Baz Luhrman, whose 2024 film “ELVIS” introduced the King of Rock and Roll to a new generation of fans, only scratched the surface in presenting the energy that fills the room when Elvis Presley was on stage.  In “EPiC” that energy is felt a thousand times over.  Using behind the scenes footage as well as some unseen concert footage, Luhrman takes the audience front row center as Elvis literally gives his all to please his fans.  Using archival footage, the film is “narrated” by Presley and also features conversations with many of the important people in his life, including wife Priscilla, daughter Lisa Marie and bandmates like Red West and James Burton.

Using footage from two MGM concert films released 50-years ago – “Elvis:  That’s the Way it Is” (1970) and “Elvis on Tour” (1972), the film also shows the toll performing took on Presley.  The weight gain is noticeable in the latter footage, as is the clear exhaustion he often drove himself too, but the voice and the swagger is still there.  As the film progressed the audience in the theatre with us began clapping along to songs.  One yelled out, “I love you, Elvis,” something I’m sure the King heard dozens of times while on stage.  One fan, who came with his daughter, clad in a white jumpsuit, got up in the aisle and began to gyrate.  The audience loved it!

 

Whether you’re a big fan of Presley’s music or not, “EPiC” will take you back to a time when one man with a microphone could hold 20,000 people in the palm of his hand.

 

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

Film Review: “Crust”

 

  • CRUST
  • Starring:  Seah Whaslen, Daniel Roebuck and Rebekah Kennedy
  • Directed by:  Sean Whalen
  • Rated: Not rated
  • Running time:  1 hr 42 mins
  • Meztek Studios

 

Our score:  3 out of 5

 

Vegas (Whalen) is having a bad time.  Once a popular child star, he now runs a quiet laundromat in obscurity.  With no romantic prospects on the horizon, Vegas finds himself goig through a lot of socks, tossing them on a plie when finished.  When that pile comes to life, fortunes change for Vegas, both romantically and professionally.

 

I’ve always been a Sean whalen fan.  Most people remember him from his now classic “Got Milk?” commercials and his work in such films as “The People Under the Stairs,” “Twister” and “That Thing You Do.”  An award winning producer/writer – I urge you to check out his 2024 film “Finding Nichole” – Whalen makes his feature film directing debut here and shows himself as comfortable behind the camera as he is in front of it.

You would think a pile of old socks couldn’t be very frightening but when they become protective of their owner all bets are off!   When we first meet Vegas we learn that a reboot is planned of his old television series…a series with a tragic story.  Nearly everyone in the original cast has either died or had a serious misfortune.   Vegas is on that path until “Crust” begins to look out for him.  He finds love (Kennedy) as well as a new appreciation for his long-time friend (Roebuck), who works as the laundromat’s maintenance man.  Yes, the iron is that these dirty socks are operating in a laundromat, but that also adds to the film’s charm.

 

The script, co-written by Whalen with Jim Ward, is fun and Whalen wisely keeps most of the action inside the laundromat, allowing the audience to spend a solid 90 minutes in the same environment Vegas does, seeing and hearing what he does.  With this freshman feature Whalen proves himself more than capable behind the camera.  Can’t wait for his next one!  

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

Film Review: “A Blind Bargain” (2025)

 

A BLIND BARGAIN
Starring: Crispin Glover, Jake Horowitz and Lucy Loken
Directed by: Paul Bunnell
Rated: Not Rated
Running time: 1 hr 35 mins
Vitagraph Films

Our score: 4 out of 5

I’ve said it in the past but it bears repeating: the best part about being a film critic is when you discover a film you may have never seen if not for the job. One such film is “A Blind Bargain,” a film that not only pays homage to the great American International and Hammer Horror films of the 60s and 70s but also to classic horror from the 1920s.

1970. Dominic (Horowitz) has just returned from Vietnam and is having trouble adjusting back to the world. Finding himself in money troubles and living with his mother (Amy Wright), a silent-era film actress, he is constantly harassed by the social worker who constantly checks in on his mother. He is sent to the Gruder Institute for treatment and there he meets a pretty nurse (Loken). Dominic is told his money troubles could be over due to the results of his blood test. All he needs to do is… Sorry. No spoilers here!

With an excellent cast and amazing production design, “A Blind Bargain” takes you back to 1970. No detail is left out. From the vehicles to the clothes – I’d forgotten how many sweater vests I used to wear – there isn’t a false note in the film. Crispin Glover excels as Dr. Gruder, a role that, in the 1960s would have been played by Vincent Price. Like Price, he is a very talented actor who has found a niche in which he excels. And it’s a tribute to Glover that he so easily steps into a role that was originated in 1922 by none other then the great Lon Chney. The supporting cast is equally strong, with special shoutouts going to Jed Rowan, who plays Logos, Dr. Gruder’s assistant. Logos is a huge fan of Dominic’s mother’s work and, when he’s not talking about her films, he’s busy sharing his dream – to build the best swimming pools available! Also worth special mention is actress Annalisa Cochrane. Again, no spoilers here, but her performance is as strong as she is beautiful.

On a scale of zero to five, “A Blind Bargain” receives ★★★★

Win Passes to the Kansas City Premiere of “Tom Clancy’s Jack Ryan: Ghost War”

 

Media Mikes has teamed up with its friends at Amazon/MGM Studios to give readers the chance to be among the first to see the new film “Tom Clancy’s Jack Ryan:  Ghost War’ at its premiere screening.  The film will be shown on Monday, May 18th, at the AMC Town Center Theater in Leawood, Kansas.

 

To receive your passes, just click HERE.  You will receive a pas for (2) to attend the screening.  All guests will receive a complementary popcorn and have the opportunity to observe a live Q&A session with the filmmakers, which will be streamed from New York.

 

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“Tom Clancy’s Jack Ryan:  Ghost War” premiers exclusively on Amazon Prime on Wedneday, May 20, 2026.

 

  • TOM CLANCY’S JACK REACHER:  GHOST WAR
  • May 18, 2026
  • AMC Town Center, Leawood, Kansas
  • Screenig begins at 6:30 p.m.

Panic Fest 2026 Film Review: “Buffet Infinity”

Starring: Kevin Singh, Claire Theobald and Donovan Workun
Directed by: Simon Glassman
Rated: Unrated
Running Time: 99 minutes
Yellow Veil Pictures

 

Our Score: 3.5 out of 5 Stars

 

Having worked in local news, I’ve always appreciated the “can-do” spirit of local advertisers. Whether it’s pure DIY ingenuity by a tiny agency doing its best, or the awkward business owner subbing in for a slick national spot, there’s a charm to it. Enter “Buffet Infinity,” a VHS-style collage of local news, ads, and a story that feels easy to explain, yet strangely hard to fully convey.

 

As the film begins, we’re introduced to this unnamed town through a string of commercials. A pawn shop where the owners seem to enjoy filming more than selling, an insurance company with one of the dimmest spokespersons imaginable, a sandwich shop hyping its homemade sauce, and then there’s Buffet Infinity. At first glance, it’s just a buffet with a few items and low prices. Nothing suspicious…except for a monotone voiceover that feels more like bored improvisation than bored script reading.

 

But things begin to spiral as local news teasers and segments weave into the mix. It becomes clear that Buffet Infinity is more than a flashy new business. It’s an all-consuming presence that may be tied to strange disappearances, biblical shifts in nature, and possibly even a cult.

 

“Buffet Infinity” feels reminiscent of Panic Fest’s “VHYes,” but where that film leaned into a straightforward ghost story within the VHS chaos, this one uses sketch comedy to build something more layered. Absurdity reigns supreme as Buffet Infinity evolves from mundane burgers and salads to offering global cuisine and a sandwich that rivals the Tower of Babel. But underneath the jokes is a sharp critique of corporate expansion.

 

What makes the film work is how it forces you to piece together its story through seemingly trivial segments. Even the dull lawyer’s commercial plays a role. Slowly, the horror reveals itself: a force that enters a community, consumes it, overwhelms local competition, and then pretends it’s always belonged. Growing up, that force might have been Walmart. Today, it could be data centers, taxpayer-funded entertainment districts, or the endless spread of Amazon warehouses.

 

“Buffet Infinity” is an indie, anti-consumerist comedy that feels as old as Reaganomics but as current as Silicon Valley branding. It uses retro aesthetics for laughs while delivering a story about very real, very modern anxieties. Not every segment lands, and it can take a bit to find its rhythm, but its originality carries it. And when it hits, especially with the Buffet Infinity ads themselves, it’s an absolute riot.

 

Panic Fest 2026 Film Review: “Grind”

Starring: Mercedes Mason, Rob Huebel and Barbara Crampton
Directed by: Ed Dougherty, Brea Grant and Chelsea Stardust
Rated: NR
Running Time: 104 minutes

 

Our Score: 4 out of 5 Stars

 

“Parasite,” “The Big Short,” “Sorry to Bother You,” “The Menu,” and “Glass Onion” all take aim at late-stage capitalism. Enter “Grind,” the first horror anthology built around the gig economy, one of the many aftershocks of that same system. As a former and current gig worker, I can say “Grind” is not only sharp in its critiques, but so inventive in its structure that it stands as one of the better original anthologies of this century.

 

Like some of the “V/H/S” entries and films such as “Scare Package,” there is clear connective tissue throughout. Every story links to the next or feeds the larger world, rather than settling for the lazy anthology formula of stitching together vaguely similar shorts. “Grind” creates a living, breathing universe for its stories to inhabit, allowing even the weaker entries to feel like added flavor rather than dead space.

 

Without walking through every segment beat by beat, “Grind” opens in an Amazon-style warehouse run by the sinister DRGN Corp. Workers whisper about an ominous punishment for anyone who falls behind schedule, setting up the film’s larger framing device. One employee lags while searching for a lamp for influencers, which segues into a story about social media influencing as the newest frontier of multi-level marketing, pyramid schemes, and general nonsense.

 

That eventually morphs into a DoorDash-style segment about a driver who simply cannot resist a rising payout. From there, the film shifts into one of its strongest chapters: a man desperate to break into DRGN’s corporate ranks, only to learn that a $175,000 salary means spending endless hours, days, and maybe years moderating grotesque social media content. It says a lot about what modern labor asks people to stomach. The movie then moves into a story about coffee shop workers unionizing under the DRGN umbrella before circling back to the warehouse and its mysterious punishment system.

 

At no point does “Grind” run out of steam. Each segment has its own spin on horror and comedy. Some lean darker, like the content moderation story, while others embrace absurdity, such as the delivery driver whose tip keeps rising as the requests become more deranged. Barbara Crampton shines in the MLM chapter, Rob Huebel is a blast as a DRGN liaison, and the supporting cast is stacked with memorable turns from Jessika Van, Vinny Thomas, and Christopher Marquette.

 

What makes “Grind” work is that it targets a labor system becoming deeply embedded in modern life. Instead of forcing horror onto these jobs, it uncovers the horror already inside them. With a game cast, sharp writing, and a rare talent for making an anthology feel cohesive, “Grind” has the potential to become a franchise in the spirit of “Creepshow.”

 

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

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