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FLY ME TO THE MOON – Review

Yes, I see that title and I immediately picture “ole’ blue eyes”, a trench coat draped over a shoulder, crooning that catchy 1954 Bart Howard classic. And that’s just what the producers want to evoke, to get you in a nostalgic mood for a frothy romance set against the backdrop of the “space race”. Mission accomplished, but could a “rom-com” really work against the somber historical backdrop we’ve seen in heavy, serious films like FIRST MAN, A MILLION MILES AWAY, HIDDEN FIGURES, APOLLO 13, and the HBO miniseries, “From the Earth to the Moon”.Now, that’s the trick, much like the possible results facing NASA, Will it blast off or crash land? But it’s “star power” rather than rocket fuel that propels FLY ME TO THE MOON.

Modern movie audiences need a short primer on events 55 years ago, and the filmmakers provide a brief one for the film’s prologue, In 1968 the “whiz kids” in Cocoa Beach Florida are rushing to make good on JFK’s promise to land a man on the moon before the end of the decade. Leading the “brainiac bunch” is former fighter pilot Cole Davis (Channing Tatum) whose steely determination stems from his part in the tragic events of Apollo One a few years before. The story shifts to NYC as we meet advertising/marketing expert Kelly Jones (Scarlett Johansson) who has just “put one over” on some auto execs. But her celebration is brief when she’s exposed by Nixon’s “special operative” Moe Berkus (Woody Harrelson). Why? Well, he has a bigger client for her and her trusty aide Ruby (Anna Garcia) because the Prez needs help “selling” the space program to the populace. The women fly down to Florida in time for Kelly to have a “meet cute’ with Cole at Wolfie’s Diner. Things take a sobering turn when they meet again, as Cole has little time or respect for their publicity plans. But they finally realize they must work together to get the money pipeline flowing from a stubborn group of congressmen. But then their renewed attraction is almost snuffed out by the return of Berkus who tasks Kelly with creating a “set” where they can film a phony moon landing, in case Apollo 11 fails. Can she get everything together for this fraud without Cole finding out? Or will she listen to her heart and do the right thing for “the right stuff”?

That aforementioned “star power”? That is ably supplied by the pairing of the lead duo at the center of the plot, bringing true sparks to the often formulaic rom-com genre. Tatum proves that he’s got more dramatic depth than you might gather from his mesmerizing moves as MAGIC MIKE. He projects an “old school” screen hero’s sense of decency as the project-focused Davis who has a huge weight on his shoulders that could be erased if he can get this job done to honor his fallen teammates (the first trio) and perhaps his “captain”, who set the stage but can’t be there for the finale. Not surprisingly, fun and romance are neglected until he meets her. In a nice twist on the genre’s conventions, Johansson’s Kelly is the free spirit with shaky morals who lightens the load for Cole, who helps her regain a sense of right and wrong, putting honor before profit and chipping away at her cynicism (in her first scenes, Kelly is almost a “Donna Draper” in a riff on “Mad Men”). This role really taps into the charm she gleaned in her MCU role of the Black Widow.


The “support team” is led by the always interesting Harrelson whose laid-back persona is given a dangerous edge as a quip quickly morphs into a threat, punctuated by his black attire and ever-present switchblade (to slice citrus for cocktails, of course). And there’s some great work here by two other TV sitcom vets. Ray Romano uses his hangdog everyman charisma as Cole’s right-hand man, who feels more like a proud “uncle’ as he fills in the “backstory” for Kelly. The biggest “scene stealer” is Jim Rash, an Oscar-winning screenwriter but forever Dean Pelton of “Community”, as Kelly’s snippy, flamboyant director Lance Vespertine (the name speaks volumes) who brings a bitchy sense of camp to the fairly somber “conspiracy”. Kudos also to the “junior squad” led by the energetic Garcia who can’t suppress her hippie leanings along with the NASA comic tag team of Donald Elise Watkins and Noah Robbins who provide a great jolt of manic comic energy.

Kelly Jones (Scarlett Johansson) and Cole Davis (Channing Tatum) in FLY ME TO THE MOON.

Guiding this talented ensemble is someone who’s best known for being a guiding force on the TV versions of several DC superheroes (streaming and broadcast), Greg Berlanti. This is actually his third feature film and a big dive into the mainstream as he harkens back to the “above the title” pairing of classic movie couples (Gable and Lombard, Bogie and Bacall, Tracy and Hepburn). Despite the somewhat lengthy 132-minute runtime, he keeps the story from Keenan Flynn and Bill Kirsten that Rose Gilroy crafted into a screenplay from getting too slogged down in space nostalgia. Like that neglected 80’s classic THE RIGHT STUFF it highlights the awe and wonder along with wit while mixing in the movie “mating rituals”. But it doesn’t leave out the sense of danger with several flashbacks to that fatal pre-launch tragedy to the hovering Berkus who could be more “spook” than a spy. The time period is recreated very well, though it may seem that it’s the early 60s since the engineers all have the white shirt/thin black tie basic except for the pseudo-turtlenecks favored by Cole, perhaps to set him apart or to better highlight Tatum’s rugged physique. As for Johansson, Kelly appears to channel Marilyn Monroe in her early makeup and hairstyles (those blonde “bobs” are dazzlin’) but she “loosens up’ by the finale, perhaps to reflect the changing times and her embracing a new “morality”. Unlike the teaming of Gosling and Blunt at the start of the Summer, this pair really connects as they size up each and verbally spur before the big “clinch”. The great “needle drops” of classic tunes really help “seal the deal” and send Kelly and Cole piloting fans of retro romance soaring “among the stars” in FLY ME TO THE MOON.

3 Out of 4


FLY ME TO THE MOON is now playing in theatres everywhere

DRIVE-AWAY DOLLS – Review

Although many parts of the country are still in the “deep freeze”, many folks are looking ahead to the big thaw and traveling during Spring Break. And it’s only natural that the multiplex will have a new roadtrip romp to get everyone “in the mood”. Oh, but this film differs from those we’ve seen in previous years. First, it’s set in that far-off land of 1999 (yikes, a quarter century already). And rather than a couple of teenage male buddies (or even a group as in LOSIN’ IT), it’s focused on two twenty-something young women. Perhaps, it’s a riff on WHERE THE BOYS ARE, and you would be very wrong as they don’t care about such a location (ahem). Plus it should be of interest to Cinephiles as this is the first solo directing effort for one half of a much-lauded filmmaking team. He’s actually behind the steering wheel along with these DRIVE-AWAY DOLLS.


It all begins just before Y2K when a quirky guy known as “The Collector” (Pedro Pascal) is relieved of a mysterious silver-metallic carrying case in the dark “mean streets” of Philadelphia. Meanwhile, in another part of town, we meet the two “dolls”. Prim uptight Marian (Geraldine Viswanathan) is meeting up with her best pal Jamie (Margaret Qualley) at their favorite “ladies only” bar. Marian’s planning a road trip to Tallahassee, Florida, and Jamie is in the mood to leave town after a very nasty breakup with girlfriend/policewoman Sukie (Beanie Feldstein). Jamie suggests they go to an auto broker to sign up for a “drive-away”, a “one-way” vehicle to be handed over to the owner at the desired destination. The owner of the shop, Curlie (Bill Camp), is delighted to hear of their trip south and hands over the keys. But then he’s shocked when “the Chief” (Coleman Domingo) and his surly “goons’, Flint (C.J. Wilson) and Arliss (Joey Slotnick) show up for a Tallahassee car a bit later. It seems that Curlie had gotten a “tip off” call before the women came in, and surely nobody else was going to that Florida locale! While Chief runs off to do some “damage control”, the two thugs try to catch up with the car. But why do they want It? Could it involve that stolen case? And how does it connect to the ambitious ultra-right-wing Senator Gary Channel (Matt Damon)? Can the lusty wild Jamie and the shy nervous Marian stay out of trouble and two steps (and many miles) ahead of those violent vicious “leg-breakers”?

A truly talented and very “game” ensemble really makes this zany farce soar. Naturally, we should begin with the “doll duo” themselves. Qualley, so memorable as the “Manson groupie” hitchhiker in ONCE UPON A TIME IN HOLLYWOOD, brings a manic playful energy to the untamed Jamie, sort of a human Tazmanian Devil driven by a hunger for pleasure rather than food. And mimicking her mum’s (Andie MacDowell) Southern twang is just a big fun bonus. Fortunately, Qualley shows her softer side, mainly in the story’s final act as her devotion and affection for Marian come to the forefront. As that (somewhat) “straight lady, Viswanathan (who many of us saw as the “randy” promgoer in BLOCKERS) gives a real dignity to what could’ve been a cliche “Debbie Downer” sidekick, becoming the voice of sanity and logic to the impulsive Jamie. She really shines in an early flashback scene as she awkwardly deflects a male co-worker’s advances, which strengthens her eventual “loosening up” before the final fadeout. Popping up just in time to give the film a shot of comic adrenaline is the scene stealer, Ms. Feldstein. As Sukie, she projects complete fearlessness, demanding to be treated with respect, pushing back when shoved (and bringing the “pain”). Current Oscar nominee Domingo is truly a “smooth criminal” even as his patience is stretched to the “limit”. As for his “flunkies”, Slotnick is the more reasonable, thinking he can use his armchair psychology as a way to squeeze out info, while Wilson will have none of that chatty “stuff” and is always the “bull in the china shop”. The always dependable and delightful Mr. Camp is an endearing “sourpuss” as the curmudgeon Curlie. And though his role is a slightly expanded cameo, mainly for the last big “showdown”, Damon is terrific as a guy who’s just not comfortable doing the necessary “dirty work”.

And just who was I referring to as one-half of a celebrated directing duo? Well, it’s none other than Ethan Coen in his first feature film directing gig, after a couple of dozen films working with his brother Joel (who went solo three years ago with THE TRAGEDY OF MACBETH). Oh, he also co-wrote the loopy script with long-time collaborator (and spouse) Tricia Cooke. Mr. Coen brings a manic almost cartoony energy to the story making it truly zip and zing throughout its tight and taut 84-minute runtime. While many will make comparisons to “The Dude”, it feels like a gleefully politically incorrect riff on BLOOD SIMPLE (with the main duo unaware of the sinister forces circling them) and RAISING ARIZONA (an LGBT flip on Ed and HI perhaps) along with odyssey themes of O BROTHER, WHERE ART THOU?. Yes, the bizarre thugs have become an indie staple, but they feel invigorated, perhaps due to the late 90s themes and their interplay. Strange, since those Coen classics are from the 80s (and not dated a bit) and the 60s play a pivotal part of the plot with some eye-popping psychedelic “flashback foreshadowing”. Yes, the laughs are plentiful (for those not easily shocked or offended), but the big surprise is the unique and changing relationship of Jamie and Marian, who start off as a traditional bickering “odd couple” until their bond deepens with unexpected tenderness. It’s a road trip that ends with something much more than a change of venue, though things do get much brighter for them in the “sunshine state”. Filmgoers will be glad to go on a goofy and often glorious getaway with this pair of DRIVE-AWAY DOLLS.

3.5 Out of 4

DRIVE-AWAY DOLLS opens in theatres everywhere on Friday, February 23, 2024

SUNCOAST – Review

With 2024 only about six weeks old, filmgoers are getting a very interesting family comedy/drama that isn’t a “holdover” from the previous year’s limited Oscar-qualifying run. As with last weekend’s SCRAMBLED, this is the feature film directing debut of a writer/actress, though she’s not working in front of the camera. And this is almost an autobiography, with some name changes and a few names that were real people in the news. Actually, they were in the headlines, so it’s a fictionalized story with a true event as its backdrop, similar to the Jack and Rose romance of TITANIC. And it all figures into an engaging “coming of age” story that happened in the sunny, but often turbulent, vacation spot known as SUNCOAST.

And, as you might have guessed, that spot was down in Florida about twenty years ago. Teenager Doris (Nico Parker) is stressed out about beginning her junior year at a brand new school while juggling her homelife, which revolves around her disabled older brother Max. Their single mother Kristine (Laura Linney) must leave Doris in charge while she struggles to make ends meet in the food service industry. The big reason for the recent move is to get Max into the local hospice facility as his brain cancer is in its final stages. Unfortunately, that facility has a much more famous patient, Terri Schiavo, who is at the center of a passionate euthanasia debate in the US. So much so that the clinic is constantly surrounded by protesters. As Kristine is hyper-focused on Max, Doris can wander out and befriends one of the picketers, an amiable widower named Paul (Woody Harrelson), who becomes a surrogate papa to her. When Doris does get to her private Christian high school, she feels isolated until she eavesdrops on a group of popular young women who don’t have a location for their weekend party. Since mom is spending all her time with Max, Doris offers up their modest home “in the boonies”. Naturally the “kegger” gets out of control, but Doris is able to get things back in order before a parental “drop by”. Can Doris get accepted by the “in crowd” or is she being used? And what will happen if Kristine finds out? Could this betrayal and the impending passing of Max destroy their familial bond?

The story’s focus and its beating conflicted heart is Doris played with remarkable skill and savvy by the gifted Ms. Parker, perhaps best known for her work in the Tim Burton remake of DUMBO. Sure we’ve seen plenty of awkward lonely teens in the world of “indie” cinema, but Parker conveys the huge weight (not quite the world, but close) on Doris’ young shoulders. Yes, she’s worried about the impending loss of her big bro, but she feels guilty for yearning to experience the joys of teenage life during this dark time. Parker wisely doesn’t make her a victim, as we see her make some selfish, dangerous decisions while not destroying our empathy for Doris, even as she lashes out at those in our corner. The main supporter there is Paul played with low-key energy and strength by Harrelson. Sure, he gets on his soapbox or pulpit, but we get to see the man inside the “card-holder behind the police barricades. He’s not so strident and singled-focused that he can’t reach out to this young woman so desperate for a parental “lifeline”. And she does need one, as her only parent is almost smothered by the fear of future grief and tragedy. Kristine is truly the most compelling and most divisive character of the story and the superb Linney tackles the challenge with full gusto, giving a bravado performance. I’d describe her as Aurora Greenway of TERMS OF ENDEARMENT in the big hospital screed (“Give her a shot!!!”) turned up to eleven, but that would dismiss the nuance Linney brings. Even after Kristine uses guilt to prod Doris, there’s the feeling that she herself could drown in the wave of darkness washing over her. And she gives us a hint that Kristine knows that both of her kids may disappear from her life. This is a career highlight for the exceptional Linney.

The aforementioned writer/director is actress Laura Chinn, who makes this very personal “slice of life” a very compelling and expertly crafted “calling card” for her future film work. As I just stated she has guided the main acting trio to utilize their gifts in new ways, but she’s also turned several “teen movie” cliches on their heads. We’re programmed to view the popular cliques as sneering harpies (ala “The Plastiques”) who delight in delivering “burns” and verbal abuse. And certainly, these kids are taking advantage of Doris at first. Then we see how they connect and bring the wounded woman into their circle, even trying to “up” her dating skills, while urging one of the team to “move on” from a “player”. That’s just one of the ways that Chinn constantly surprises us. It’s easy to take satiric ‘swipes” at the uptight moralists of the school and the picket line, but we’re shown that they’re more than comic “targets”. “Dying with dignity” is discussed and debated, but Chinn never pushes one view over to the forefront, letting us ponder the choices. Best of all is the unique mother/daughter dynamic that is the driving force of the plot. Perhaps that’s what shines the brightest in the somehow life-affirming SUNCOAST.

3.5 Out of 4

SUNCOAST is now playing in select theatres and streams exclusively on Hulu beginning on Friday, February 9. 2024

I DO…UNTIL I DON’T – Review

 

June (the big wedding month) is soooo three months ago, and February (home of THAT holiday) is nearly half a year away, but the new indie comedy for the first of September looks at romance and marriage. Now, this isn’t a sweet “rom-com” all about the bloom of “new love” and the rocky, but ultimately smooth road to the altar. No, this basically concerns three couples who have made that committment (one hasn’t got the certificate, but they’ve got a child), but they’ve hit a bump (actually one is moments from careening off the highway). You could say that the last tier of the wedding cake is in the fridge, the foil is frayed, and freezer burn is imminent. Though somehow there are still lots of laugh at this look at relationships whose title harkens back to the big event, I DO…UNTIL I DON”T.

 

The story’s setting is romantic, the sleepy little Florida town of Vero Beach. But a visitor to this burg is about to shake them all awake. At a library conference room, Vivian (Dolly Wells), an acclaimed British documentarian, announces to a gathered group of locals, that the town will be the setting of her new work about modern marriage. Her intent is to show that the institution is outmoded, and marriage vows should be “up for renewal” at seven-year intervals. Vivian and her crew will interview residents with a financial compensation involved. This interests one of her fans, the shy, reserved Alice (Lake Bell). Her marriage to hubby Noah (Ed Helms) has been reduced to procreation interludes prompted by a fertility “app”. Plus their window treatment shop is circling the drain, so they could use of participant cash. Alice envies the wild spirit of her sister Fanny (Amber Heard), who lives a nomadic life with long-time partner Zander (Wyatt Cenac) and their little boy Zenith. The trio is in town for a “craft festival’ and stop by. Alice is stunned when Fanny mentions that they have already been approached by Vivian to be in the doc (she wants to show their modern “open relationship”). While at a local diner, the film maker encounters a bickering middle-aged couple, Cybil (Mary Steenburgen) and Harvey (Paul Reiser). She’s estranged from her adult daughter by her first marriage and is frustrated by what she thinks is Harvey’s midlife crisis (always on his new motorcycle and dressed accordingly in leather jacket, helmet, etc.). When Harv heads to the mens room, Vivian makes her an offer to be filmed, and Cybil negotiates a deal. But when Vivian doesn’t get the results she wants (Alice and Noah are too dull, Fanny and Zander aren’t actually that “open”), what will she do to get her theory on film? And what happens when the three couples get wind of her methods?

 

 

A talented group of comic actors has been gathered by Ms. Bell, though I would argue that her role is not the one most integral to the story. That would be Ms. Wells as the aggressive, abrasive Vivian, who is the closest to being the real villain in this tale. She’s so egocentric, so preening, that’s its hard to see how anyone this irritating would be given funding for her “preconceived” projects. Vivian recalls the feature directing debut of Albert Brooks in 1979’s REAL LIFE in which his Brooks character forces himself into his subjects’ lives, trying to “jump-start” some drama that’ll make the film more compelling and commercial. Despite her energetic work, Wells can’t quite make Vivian as endearingly silly as Brooks and only succeeds in making her a pretentious pill. Then there’s Bell as the twittery, repressed Alice, a role that’s frustratingly inconsistent. She works best as the supportive, frazzled spouse, but her “throwing Noah under the bus” during the doc scenes and a later foray into the “adult services industry” (didn’t Streisand do that over 40 years ago in FOR PETE’S SAKE) arrive right out of left field. As talented as she is (and she’s been the only bright spot in some many flicks) Bell can’t make her more than a cliché. Helms, as her spouse Noah, does a spirited twist on his “aggressive nerd” form THE HANGOVER trilogy and TV’s “The Office” while showing us the fragile side of the guy’s psyche. Heard is a glorious, glamorous “flower child” as Fanny as she makes the Bohemian fashions and attitude feel fresh and new. Cenac brings a laid-back snark to Zander, a “chill dude’ who’s more “of this world” than he lets on around his “lady”. The most fascinating pair may be Reiser and Steenburgen. She’s been doing great work recently on TV’s “The Last Man on Earth”, and her Cybil is another cynical, dour woman who will not tolerate any nonsense. She looks at her hubby with dead eyes, thinking he’s a clown, but really more dismayed by he own choices. The story’s hero may be Reiser’s Harvey, who stand up to Vivian and will not let Cybil give up on them. While many of his roles have been as a twitchy neurotic, Reiser this time out conveys an inner strength that propels Harvey to fight for their love.

 

This is the second feature film from the multi-talented Lake Bell, after her auspicious debut four years ago with IN A WORLD. That film was fresh and fascinating, an insider’s view of the unseen world of the voice artist, a family dynamic laced with loads of “tinsel town” feuds and fights. I wish I could say the same for the follow-up, with several plots that barely connect (the Harvey/Alice thread is the most frayed). Everyone seems to bounce off of Vivian until the nearly incoherent finale where the couple almost band together for a “Marriage is Marvy!” music number, complete with, believe it or not, somebody going into labor (really, again?). It just feels too close to some of the cloying big cast holiday comedies from the late Gary Marshall. Let’s hope that Bell gets much better material for her much-anticipated third feature (maybe a return to the sound booth, please), rather than this uneven farce that’s a poor mix of elements from other films (the earlier mentioned REAL LIFE, PARENTHOOD, and many others). I DO…UNTIL I DON’T just doesn’t cut …the ole’  movie wedding cake.

 

2 Out of 4

 

I DO…UNTIL I DON’T opens everywhere and screens exclusively in the St. Louis area at Landmark’s Plaza Frontenac Cinemas