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STILLER & MEARA: NOTHING IS LOST – Review

Here’s a terrific showbiz documentary that’s been sent to streaming just months after another superb one, MY MOM JAYNE (which is still on HBO Max, if it’s still called that). Aside from both this doc’s subjects also being a big part of 20th century pop culture, they also both deal with siblings (both are directors of their docs), who are stars in their own right, discovering their parent(s) through boxes and cases of old recordings, press clippings, and notebooks. Sure, some of the legacy of Jayne Mansfield is fairly funny (such tacky fashions), this new film really explores humor, because it’s about a comedy team. That phrase usually conjures up Laurel & Hardy, the Stooges, those Marx Brothers, but this is one of the rare male/female teamings. While their early 60s contemporaries Nichols & May never settled down, this duo, like Burns & Allen decades before, married and started a family. Here’s the story of how their son Ben discovered that, with STILLER & MEARA: NOTHING IS LOST. Really, it’s all there…

The son, of course, is actor/director/writer/producer Ben Stiller. His father Jerry passed away in 2020, five years after his mom, Anne Meara. Since the world was in lockdown due to the pandemic, Ben decided to prepare their longtime Riverside apartment in NYC for an eventual sale (and take one last spin around with his camera). Before the place could be “staged” for presentation to buyers, Ben, and sister Amy, dove into the cases and cartons of material their folks had accumulated over nearly 70 years. Jerry and Anne married in 1953, and as they took on acting gigs in early TV and the theater, they decided to go out as a comedy team. And they were successful, first in nightclubs, and then becoming a favorite of Ed Sullivan (he booked them on his show 36 times). Ben and Amy relive those old days as they pour over correspondence (seeing their love letters), listening to countless audio cassettes, and watching grainy 8mm home movies. . Somehow, their folks almost return to vivid life, guiding Ben through a very difficult time (his recent separation from wife Christine Taylor). Along this nostalgic journey, Ben interviews his own family, along with dear friends of his parents, including actor Christopher Walken and playwright John Guare. In putting together this loving cinematic tribute, Ben realizes how similar his own life, personal and professional, to his recently departed mom and pop, Could this be sage parent advice and consul from the “Great Beyond”?

Talk about your “labor of love”! What a splendid, interesting and entertaining film which should help dispel that old notion that “documentaries are homework”. Certainly, Ben does make use of the doc trope of “talking heads” (mainly with his aunt), but he’s found a way to juggle and intercut the archival photos and footage in a fresh, compelling way. The segments from the Sullivan show are crisp, looking as though they aired new last Sunday night, while we also get the grainy VHS (or maybe half inch) video dupes of the duo co-hosting “The Mike Douglas Show” and bringing in little Benji and Amy for a sweet, though “ear-testing” violin duet. The notebook scribblings and the murky (sounds like a basement) audio of Anne and Jerry working out a routine for a TV appearance, gives us a rare peek at the creative process. We hear that Anne was relaxed and confident performing while Jerry was a perfection who fretted and “over-rehearsed”, which Ben recognizes in his own work discipline (yup, a chip off the “old man’s” block). There’s a big contrast in the duo’s early years. Jerry wasn’t encouraged by his folks, while Anne was the adored “princess”, perhaps because hers was a single parent household due to a horrific suicide. It’s also fascinating that when the team split, the marriage got a bit stronger since Anne could,at last, pursue dramatic roles and Jerry could finally be the solo comic he dreamed of (his lauded work on the TV sitcoms “Seinfeld” and “King of Queens” in his 70s is one heck of a rousing career third act). Plus the film does shine a light on Ben’s rise with his own 8mm films and videos (starring Jerry), while he also “takes the heat” during the one-on-one-interviews with his spouse and two kids (daughter Ella is still ticked that he cut her out of one of his features). Pressure and guilt (being away too long) are shared by both generations in the “biz”. This is a “pull-no-punches” journey, though with a touch of sweet nostalgia, that is a must for comedy fans (the “collection” is now part of the Museum of Comedy in New York state) of the current media icon and the team that spawned him. Hopefully they’ll be “rediscovered” and found via STILLER & MEARA: NOTHING IS LOST.

3.5 out of 4

STILLER & MEARA : NOTHING IS LOST is now streaming exclusively on Apple TV+ and is playing in select theaters

BLUE MOON (2025) – Review

Can there really be two music biopics opening this weekend? Yes, though they share little in common other than popular songs. The “Boss” flick is set in the early 1980s and zeroes in on a couple of years of his career. This film is set nearly forty years before, and it mainly (other than a brief prologue) happens during one fateful night. And it’s pretty much set in one place. Oh, and rather than the world of rock and roll, this comedy/drama is in the world of musical theater on Broadway (technically musical comedy, I suppose). You may not know the name of this film’s main focus, but after eighty years, much of the world is still singing his lyrics, especially the often-recorded and revived BLUE MOON.

Yes, you read that correctly. This film isn’t about a tunesmith, but rather a writer of lyrics. In that aforementioned prologue, we see a diminutive man shuffling and stumbling through a rain-drenched alley. That man is Lorenz Hart (Ethan Hawke). The story then shifts to a few months in the past, the evening of March 31, 1943, the opening of the classic Broadway musical, “Oklahoma”. Lorenz, along with his mother, watches from an exclusive “box seat” until he can stand no more of the “corn pone”. Telling his mom that he needs a drink, Hart sprints away to Sardi’s restaurant, where the show’s after-party will be held. In the first floor bar area, he begins to kibitz with his old bartender pal Eddie (Bobby Cannavale). He’ll only serve Lorenz club soda, as he has a big booze problem, though a bottle is keep near “for appearances”. Hart is both looking forward to and dreading a reunion with his old writing partner Richard Rodgers (Andrew Scott), now teamed with Oscar Hammerstein II (Simon Delaney). But Hart is ecstatic about a tryst with young Yale art student Elizabeth Weiland (Margaret Qualley). Eddie’s a bit confused, since he though Lorenz leaned toward another gender. Hart insists that he’s fluid and, despite their 27-year age difference, believes that tonight’s the big night for them. As he bemoans the impending demise of wit on the “Great White Way”, Hart notices a man writing at a table. It’s one of his favorite authors, E.B. White (Patrick Kennedy). The two bound over their love of language until Elizabeth arrives. As she regales Hart with stories of college “hook-ups”, the “Oklahoma” entourage dashes in for cocktails and to read the early rave reviews. Hart corners Rodgers to pitch a new pairing while discussing a revival of an older work. As the new Broadway “darlings” begin to depart, Hart ponders whether he’ll ever be back on “top”, in his profession and in his personal life.

This film is truly a tour de force showcase for the acting artistry of Hawke as he tackles a truly complex artist. His work goes beyond the “gimmick” of appearing to be a spin on Jose Ferrer as Toulouse Lautrec in MOULIN ROUGE and his severe “comb-over” to give life to a man riddled with insecurity, struggling to retain his dignity, all the while obsessively trying to regain the “brass ring”, be it Broadway success or the elusive young protégé. In Hart’s meeting with Rodgers, Hawke conveys that pleading sweaty desperation while acting as if nothing as really changed between. This might be the defining performance of Hawke’s impressive career. Luckily, the engaging Cannavale proves to be a superb scene partner as Eddie, who is alternately amused and disgusted by Hart’s antics (his “BS detector” is working overtime) while making sure he steers clear of the booze that will destroy him. Qualley is a wide-eyed, bouncy blonde dream girl as the effusive, but unknowingly encouraging Elizabeth.. She thinks of Hart as a mentor, while dismissing his often clumsy advances. Then there’s Hart’s other object of desire, a re-teaming with the “man that got away”, Rodgers, given a distracted air by the compelling Scott. Yes, he’s happy to be showered with praise, but he’s not entirely indifferent to his former partner. Scott shows us that as he tries to toss Hart a life preserver (a revival of their old show) while defending pointed barbs at his latest work (there’s a place for sentiment in the war-torn world) and trying to make it clear that he’s part of a different duo. Their interplay is both amusing and sad, much like the ending of a theatrical marriage.


Longtime Hawke collaborator Richard Linklater directs from a very literate script from Robert Kaplow that deftly balances comedy and tragedy in the tale of longing and regret. Hart had once had everything until he squandered it all due to his addictions and an ego bigger than his slight frame. Yes, it does often resemble a stage play after the brief alley prologue and the scene that follows during the finale of “Oklahoma”, but the character dynamics and bouncy retorts expand the confines of the bar (though we do explore the “water closet” briefly). The period costumes are quite stunning, especially Qualley’s gown, and the soundtrack filled with period tunes (from Hart and others) is very effective. Plus, this story is pure “catnip” for musical comedy buffs , especially when we get a brief moment with Oscar’s precocious young guest (stage fans will get it). It’s not a sprawling epic, but fans of the era, and the excellent cast, will be enchanted. Why, they might just be over the BLUE MOON about it.

3 Out of 4

BLUE MOON is now playing in select theatres

ELEANOR THE GREAT – Review

This weekend, moviegoers will get to savor another wonderful performance from a veteran actor who has been enjoying a remarkable “second act”. That curtain rose almost a dozen years ago when director Alexander Payne realized, to the delight of her new fans, that she was his “secret weapon” in the character “dramedy” NEBRASKA. In it, she earned raves and was frequently referred to as a “scene-stealer”. If that’s a crime, well, she was so “guilty” that she was “sentenced” to. her first Oscar nomination for Supporting Actress (note that I said “first”). Last year, she garnered more accolades in her first lead performance in the “sleeper hit” THELMA (and she even did some stunt work). Pretty nice for somebody who’s been in small TV and movie roles for the last 40 years (while still working on the stage, going all the way back to the original touring company of “Gypsy” with Ethel Merman). Now, she returns as another title character. And this time she’s guided by a current screen star who makes her feature directing debut with ELEANOR THE GREAT.

The royal “moniker” is given to the story’s main focus, the irascible 94-year-old widow Eleanor Morganstern (June Squibb), who is living a quiet life in a retirement apartment complex, sharing a unit with another widow, her BFF Bessie (Rita Zohar). Aside from her recurring nightmares about her time in a WWII concentration camp (Eleanor has always lived in the States), the two enjoy a quiet life in Florida. But the clouds form over the Sunshine State when Bessie unexpectedly passes. Rathing than wallowing in her grief, Eleanor decides to make a bold move. She’s relocating to NYC, and spending her last years with her divorced daughter Lisa (Jessica Hecht) and her college-aged son Max (Will Price). It’s a significant change for Eleanor, as she occupies a spare bedroom in Lisa’s place while contemplating another move, possibly to a retirement community. Lisa nudges her to go out and meet folks her own age. Initially resistant, Eleanor finally heads down to the nearby Jewish adult education facility to look into their “senior singing” classes. After a quick peek, she decides this isn’t for her and is headed back home until a friendly lady leads her into another room where her “group” is about to begin. After it starts, Eleanor realizes that this is a “support” meeting for Holocaust survivors. Though embarrassed at first, she decides to stay, perhaps getting some comfort after the loss of her old friend. But things soon take an “odd” turn when Eleanor is asked to “share”, and haltingly repeats a memory from the late Bessie. The heartbreaking tale captures the attention of a young journalism student who is “sitting in”, Nina (Erin Kellyman). She and Eleanor strike up a friendship as the “little white lie” grows and grows, with Nina sharing her story with her newscaster father, Roger (Chiwetel Ejiofor), who wants to do a feature piece on Eleanor’s desire to finally have her own bat mitzvah. Can Eleanor keep this all from her family before her “fib” is broadcast and she is “found out”?

At the “forefront” of this engaging character study is that “force of nature”, Ms. Squibb. As with her other recent work, she captures our hearts with her incredible “can-do” spirit and deft comic timing (not since the much-missed Betty White has a nonagenarian launched scalding insults with such precise accuracy). But her Eleanor is more than a sharp-tongued white-haired sprite. She’s had to put up a tough-as-nails exterior to cope with the loss of loved ones, especially Bessie, along with her own impending mortality. Plus, there’s also her panic as she scrambles to try and charm her way out of her own web of well-intentioned deceit. Happily, though, this isn’t a one-woman “showcase” (which would still be very entertaining), as Squibb proves to be an excellent screen “partner” to the talented Ms. Kellyman (I recall her interesting villainess in “The Falcon and the Winter Soldier”) as the much-younger woman also dealing with a major loss. Nina, despite her own tough outer “shell”, still mourns her own deceased mom, so her connection to Eleanor seems to fulfill her yearning for a matronly connection (though Eleanor may be more of a surrogate grandmother). Kellyman shows how she beams under the elder lady’s lifeforce, while her homelife is far less nurturing due to her now-strained interaction with her father. Ejiofor as Roger, also seems to be wearing a mask of strength, as he seems to be denying and “pushing down” his own grief while trying to find a way to reach out and connect to his drifting child. Hecht balances the delicate balance of an adult daughter who must also act as parent to her “prodigal” mama as she strains to retain her own freedom. In the pivotal role of beloved Bessie, Zohar is a most resilient survivor, a woman who has lost so much but pushes on, despite those demons of a distant past.

Oh, the big screen star that’s now behind the camera for this? None other than Scarlett Johansson, fresh off helming a couple of short films. And it appears she’s got another talent in her considerable “arsenal” (she’s been acting for over thirty years now). Ms. J brings a quiet sensitivity to this modern morality tale, gently pacing the plot points and set pieces, eschewing any flashy narrative tricks, though she smartly dissolves to Bessie telling her past horrors during Eleanor’s support group sequences. Johansson also shows us how the new friendship between E and Nina really helps them move forward while attempting to manage their shared grief. Much of the film’s power derives from the script by another feature film newcomer, Tory Kamen. She has a keen ear for family conversation, while still squeezing in humor to balance the pathos. And it all looks and sounds great courtesy of cinematographer Helene Louvart (the NYC neighborhoods look most inviting) and the score by Dustin O’ Halloran. as the summer of loud action blockbusters begins to recede, it’s great to have a sweet, funny, and compassionate visit from Ms. Squibb who has us worried and rooting, and a bit smitten, as ELEANOR THE GREAT.

3.5 Out of 4

ELEANOR THE GREAT opens in select theatres on Friday, September 26, 2025

CAUGHT STEALING – Review

And now I believe we’re officially in the Fall movie season, as the newest project from one of the most acclaimed “indie” filmmakers of the last twenty-five years or so releases his newest work into theatres, not just in the “art house” cinemas, but in multiplexes everywhere (and maybe a few drive-ins). That’s because it’s a much more general audience “accessible” than many of his previous projects. For one thing, it boasts a stellar cast headed by a “rising star”. And it’s in the “area” of one of the most popular genres, one that’s usually abundant in the summertime, the “crime thriller”, mixed with a few quirky comedy touches. It’s based on a popular novel, actually part of a “series” whose “double meaning” title becomes apparent while watching CAUGHT STEALING.

After a bright and sunny prologue at the final moments of a big high school baseball game, we’re sent to the grimy Lower East Side streets of NYC circa 1998. Twenty-something Hank Thompson (Austin Butler) has a pretty great life “slingin’ suds” at a rowdy “dive bar”. The best part of his gig is “last call” when his gorgeous EMT girlfriend Yvonne (Zo Kravits) waits for him to lock up. From there, the duo heads to his grungy walk-up apartment. In the hallway, they run into Hank’s punk-rocker (mohawk and spiked leather jacket, natch’) Brit neighbor, Russ (Matt Smith). He’s gotta’ fly home to see his dying Dad, so he asks Hank to take care of his cat, Bud. No prob. After some “sexytime”, Yvonne leaves for work in the morning as Hank nurses one of many nasty hangovers. Seems he’s trying to numb the pain of a painful memory. A call to his mother in Patterson, CA eases his head as they bond over a love of the San Francisco Giants baseball team. Later, he accosts two tough-looking Russians trying to break into Russ’s place. The thugs think that Russ gave Hank something they want. He tells them that he has nothing aside from Bud the cat, which earns Hank a severe beating from the two. Waking up in a hospital bed, he tells Yvonne that he can’t wait to be discharged. Back at his place, Hank is interviewed by Narcotics Detective Roman (Regina King), who informs him that Russ is into some shady business with the Russian mob, and he’s also involved with two “scary monsters”, the vicious Hasidic Drucker brothers (Liev Schreiber and Vincent D’Onofrio). After they leave, Hank uncovers a key that Russ left. He heads back to the bar to hide it, but begins a “bender” that leaves him unable to recall what he did with it. This doesn’t sit well with the Russians, who return with their equally violent boss, a Puerto Rican club owner named Colorado (Benito A Martinez Ocasio, AKA pop music superstar “Bad Bunny”). Can Hank escape them as he tries to cut through the drunken fog of the previous night? And if he does lose them, what will happen if the Drucker brothers catch up to him? And when will that darn Russ return?

That rising star I mentioned earlier would be the very charismatic Mr. Butler, who is steadily building an interesting movie resume after his breakthrough as Elvis. He is the reluctant hero with roots in classic noir cinema. Hank is a fairly good guy who is plunged into the dark netherworld of 90s drug gangs. But he’s not without his own darkness. Butler shows Hank’s inner torment as he wakes up from memories of a not-so-long-ago time when his poor judgment took away everything from him. But there’s little time for pity, or for boozy amnesia, as the walls close in. Through his expressive eyes, Butler shows us how Hank must drink in his new situations while formulating a plan at near light speed. He’s also terrific in the lighter moments, especially in the crazy, flirty chemistry-fueled scenes with the bubbly Kravitz as his sexy voice of reason, Yvonne. She truly cares about Hank, which exacerbates her frustration with his lifestyle choices, revved up after that hospital stay was cut short. Another calming influence is King, whose tough but still tender cop may be just the guide to get Hank past this nightmare alive. Smith brings some angry, funny energy as the Cockney rocker who fights to keep his 80s style while adoring his kitty. Schreiber and D’Onofrio are very compelling as the brothers whose religious adherence and attire juxtapose with their murderous intent and ruthlessness. They seem reasonable at times, until they see an opportunity to strike with deadly force. At least they’re sweet with their Bubbe, played by the always endearing Carol Kane as the stern and nurturing matriarch, though there’s a touch of menace in the advice she offers to Hank.

The filmmaker of this intricately layered bit of “pulp fiction” is the man behind many “offbeat” cinematic “trips”, Darren Aronofsky. Here he’s working with Charlie Huston’s screenplay adaptation of his novel of the same name. For the most part, Mr. A keeps us firmly on “ground level” with few “flights of fancy” or flashy flourishes (he makes good use of slo-mo and drones). He keeps us right with Hank as we can almost smell his sweaty panic as he races through a very dirty and dangerous NYC (really wonderful location work). And as I mentioned, Darren puts a unique spin on several tropes of the classic noir thrillers of the 40s and 50s. With a flawed hero struggling to keep “afloat” while straining to recall a boozy night, the story riffs on films like D.O.A., DETOUR, and AFTER HOURS (which makes the casting of its star Griffin Dunne as Hank’s biker/hippie boss a great “nod”). I should mention that the folks behind the marketing are doing the film a disservice by selling it as a wild comic “caper” romp, since Mr. A doesn’t shy away from the brutality and “ick” factor around alcohol abuse (yes, Hank rarely makes it to the “porcelain throne”). Yes, there are a few sluggish sequences prior to the big action, with twists, finale, but it delivers all the thrills, though not as deftly as the recent RELAY (more stunts and explosives with this new one). Aronofsky appears to be working very well out of his “arty” comfort zone with the gritty thriller CAUGHT STEALING.


3 Out of 4

CAUGHT STEALING is now playing in theatres everywhere

KARATE KID: LEGENDS – Review

And with the first official post-holiday “Summer cinema” weekend at the multiplex, here comes the return of another beloved movie franchise. Though it doesn’t boast the longest wait between installments, its storied history is one that the IMF might have a tough time sorting through. It’s hard to believe that the initial was over forty years ago. That flick and its two sequels became cable TV staples in the 1980s. Then, a reboot was attempted with one of the stars in 1994 with a “gender switch” for the title lead. Didn’t work, but that didn’t stop a complete remake/reboot 15 years ago, which was a modest hit. Now, after a popular “spin-off” streaming TV, here’s a “re-do” that combines and unites the original trilogy and that 2010 version. With those mixed characters and legacies, it’s no wonder that this one is labeled KARATE KID: LEGENDS.


This new flick begins with footage from 1987 as the late Mr. Miyagi (Pat Morita) relates a bit of family history. It seems an ancestor took a “slow boat to China” many years ago, where he exchanged martial arts techniques with the Han family (or is it a dynasty). Flash forward to modern-day Beijing, where a member of that lineage, Mr. Han (Jackie Chan), runs a popular wuguan (a kung fu school). Well, it’s not popular with his niece, Dr. Fong (Ming-Na Wen), who abhors fighting after losing her eldest son, Bo, to a vengeful rival after a big match. Unfortunately his kid brother Li (Ben Wang) studies there while hiding from Mom. But that will end as she is headed to the states, where she’ll join the staff of a NYC hospital. Just after relocating, Li befriends a bubbly young woman named Mia (Sadie Stanley) will helps her father Vic (Joshua Jackson) run his Victory Pizza eatery. Things get complicated when Li learns that Vic owes some dough (get it) to a cruel local loan shark, who happens to run the MMA school, Demolition Dojo, whose “star student’ is the vicious Conor (Aramis Knight), the jealous ex of Mia. When some of the loan shark goons try to rough up Vic, Li thwarts them with his skills. Vic insists that Li help him train to get back in the ring to earn a cash jackpot that’ll get him out of debt. But when an illegal blow sends Vic to the hospital, Li decides that he must enter the city-wide fighting competition known as the “Five Boroughs”. Now, he’ll need a coach. After explaining his problem over the phone to Mr. Han, the master unexpectedly shows up at the Fong home. There’s less than two weeks to train, so Han hops on another jet, this time to the west coast to recruit the former student of his old pal Miyagi, Daniel LaRusso (Ralph Macchio). But with the start of the tourney quickly approaching, can Li take down Conor, even with the coaching of these two seasoned fighting masters?

In talking up the cast, I suppose we should begin with the new “double K” (and yes, he’s also “special”) himself. Wang as the reluctant young warrior. He effectively balances a snarky sense of humor with a beguiling sweetness, which had me thinking of the actors who donned the Spidey suit (actually, one character refers to Li as the “Asian Peter Parker”). He’s a good kid, despite his bouts fighting a painful loss, and like Parker, he blames himself. But we’re rooting for him, especially in his romantic pursuit of the tough, though vulnerable, “street smart” Stanley, as Ms. Mia. Yes, they’re both charming, but the master of that is the always entrancing Mr. Chan as Mr. Han. Sure, he’s often a terse taskmaster, but his quieter scenes with Wang convey a great warmth as a most comforting coach and mentor. Plus Chan has great comic rapport with Macchio as the reticent “side man”, giving Wang the wisdom of his own teenage struggles. As for the actual “parental figures”, Jackson also piles on his own brand of “Bronx bro” charm as the pizza man papa who hopes he has one more title bout in him. Then there’s that ethereal beauty, Ms. Wen as Li’s loving, but firm mother, who barely contains her concerns over losing another child to the martial art “battlezone.”, It’s a shame this terrific talent (maybe the fiercest “Agent of SHIELD”) isn’t given more to do. Of course, an action movie needs a compelling villain. Here, Knight is a swaggering, sneering hellion who encompasses the dark side of competitive combat. And happily a bit of comic relief is provided by the very funny Wyatt Oleff as Li’s dweeby tutor Alan.

In his feature film directing debut, Jonathan Enwistel keeps the pace flowing smoothly through its 94 minutes (huzzah for brevity) while providing some effective visual “razzle dazzle”. Big kudos to him for using several bits of classic 2D-style animation for the locale “bookmarks” ( the boroughs, round numbers, and “contact points”), and especially for the early illustration of the Myagi family history. Now, I know that “training montages” are a staple of sports-themed stories, so we get plenty of them, not only with Han and Daniel working with Li, but also with Li using kitchen utensils to get Vic in shape, so I expected them. Luckily, Enwistel keeps its length fairly “pared down” with a minimal mix of “slow-mo” and pop anthems. These set pieces harken back to the original concept, which is tweaked here (instead of NYC to LA, we get China to NYC), but the tropes of picking one’s self up to continue the fight are solidly in effect. Yes, there are few surprises here, other than the fun of pairing Chan with Macchio, so series fans will get a big steaming bowl of cinematic “comfort food”, a warm movie cookie (maybe a “fortune” inside). Well, at least Montreal doubles nicely for the Big Apple, and as “re-imaginings” of 80s classics, there’s still a lot of punches and kicks to be had with KARATE KID: LEGENDS.

3 Out of 4

KARATE KID: LEGENDS is now playing in theatres everywhere

PROBLEMISTA – Review

In 2024, could there be sure a thing as a “hip film studio” that would attract both filmmakers and adventurous filmgoers despite the subject matter or “creatives” (actors, directors, etc.)? From the intense internet “buzz” the answer is a big yes. A century ago it was those Warner Brothers with their urban crime thrillers (before expanding into swashbucklers and tearjerkers). And there are those studios that specialize in a genre as Blumhouse does with horror and the Marvel Studios with their comics properties. Perhaps the last time a studio inspired nearly blind loyalty may have been in the early 90s with Miramax, which introduced us to, among many, Kevin Smith and Quentin Tarantino before one of the founders started the spark that became “Me Too”. Today it is A24, which grabbed the top six Oscars a year ago. Last week saw the release of LOVE LIES BLEEDING. From that quirky crime noir/love story we get this weekend’s equally quirky comic nightmare/fantasy, PROBLEMISTA.

This story, as told by narrator Isabella Rossellini, begins in the wild paradise of El Salvador where an artist named Dolores (Catalina Saavedra) builds elaborate art installations in the jungle inspired by her six-year-old son Alejandro. Over a decade and a half later, he (Julio Torres) moves to NYC to pursue his dream of designing and creating toys for the Hasbro Company (a big rival to Barbie’s Mattel). He rents a room in a run-down apartment with some other artists as he collects a mound of rejection letters from the company. Luckily Mother Dolores encourages him over the phone, but he’s got to keep and hold a steady job or he’ll be deported. Alejandro lands a gig at a cryogenics facility, making sure that the icy chambers are never unplugged. Of course, he knocks the cord out for a few seconds, which alerts his boss who promptly fires him. Luckily he then encounters Elizabeth (Tilda Swinton), the angry wife of the affected client, a “fringe” painter named Bobby (RZA) , who hires him as a personal assistant/gallery scout (to set up a venue to sell these odd portraits of eggs). Alejandro endures her manic mood swings and verbal abuse to get her to write and sign a proof of employment to satisfy the local immigration services office. And he needs the money, which is very slow in arriving. He then turns to many desperate “side hustles” (subletting his room, forcing himself to sleep on the couch in the living room/art studio), eventually answering the “siren call” of “Craigslist”, all in order to make the proper contact who will open up the golden door to toy biz superstardom.

As Alejandro, Torres has almost perfected a flat deadpan delivery that helps to amplify the often absurd situations that almost squash his creative spirit. And yet there’s a bit of the con artist inside him as he tries to bluff his way into the “fancy-schmancy” art circles of the Big Apple. We also get a bit of his tender naive spirit, especially in those hasty (running out of minutes) calls to his “Madre”. Torres is often the “straight man” to the film’s real “scene stealer” Swinton as the loopy “force of nature”, the scatter-brained (her hubby dubbed her the “Hydra”) Elizabeth. She’s almost a second mother figure to Alejandro, though she’s almost impossible to read or predict. But Swinton is also “fierce” as Elizabeth protects the legacy of her beloved Bobby while having an obsessive devotion to the prickly software of “File Maker Pro”. This is another inspired eccentric in Swinton’s ever-expanding resume of roles. In the flashbacks, RZA is the coolest of all creators as the “egg-cellent” Bobby. Saavedra is a warm and supportive mama while Larry Owens is the slithering and seductive embodiment of the opportunity beacon of Craigslist. And there’s a terrific cameo by an A24 actress who was superb in last year’s PAST LIVES, the gifted Greta Lee.

I didn’t mention that Torres is also the writer and director (his first feature) of the film. His tenure on Saturday Night Live and other “sketch shows” comes through in several very clever sequences, from the demonstrations of his weird toy prototypes to a sword & sorcery riff when the “hydra” encounters a bank officer slavishly defending an outrageous overdraft policy (look for an update on it at the end of the credits list). Plus Torres has an eye for excellent locations that showcase some striking visuals, particularly as a transport car that hovers over the skyscrapers. And there are some clever slapstick antics as Alejandro evokes the classic silent clowns (he just needed Buster’s flat hat) as he lugs Bobby’s big paintings all over the town and up countless flights of stairs. Alas, the film doesn’t quite equal the “sum of its parts” as the constant “panic vibe” becomes exhausting as the tale suddenly takes a few very dark and dangerous turns (a stint as a “private housecleaner” is much too creepy). Luckily a charming and witty “flash forward’ ends it all on somewhat of a “high note”, but we’re still left with the feeling that the film might have worked better as a series of SNL sketches or even a streaming one-hour comedy showcase. Still, it will be interesting to see where the career of Torres progresses from the uneven PROBLEMISTA.

2.5 Out of 4

PROBLEMISTA is now playing in select theatres

GHOSTBUSTERS: FROZEN EMPIRE – Review

Janine (Annie Potts), Peter (Bill Murray), Ray (Dan Aykroyd) and Winston (Ernie Hudson) in Columbia Pictures GHOSTBUSTERS: FROZEN EMPIRE.

Suit up! Even though spring has finally sprung it doesn’t mean that all the spooks and specters are hiding out or in hibernation until the Fall and their holiday Halloween. And you know who you’re “gonna’ call”. Yes, it’s the return of a much-beloved film franchise, opting for an “earlier than Summer” release. Well, they are celebrating a rather big anniversary. Mind you, it’s just a few months short of three years since the last installment/revival/spin-off. No, I’m talking about the original, still-revered comedy/horror hybrid classic which will soon be forty years “young” (well, compared to the evil entities that cross their paths…and “streams”). So, let’s fire up Ecto-1 and see what the new teams and the OGs are up to in GHOSTBUSTERS: FROZEN EMPIRE.


After a wild prologue involving a certain NYC fire station answering the call to the ritzy Adventures’ Club way back in 1904, the “legacy team” is charging out of that same locale in the 21st century. By legacy, I mean the off-spring of Egon Spengler, daughter Callie (Carrie Coon), and grandkids Trevor (Finn Wolfhard) and Phoebe (Mckenna Grace), joined by Callie’s Beau and Phoeb’s former teacher back in Oklahoma, Gary Grooberson (Paul Rudd). They’re all back in the Big Apple and out to contain a long slithery sewer serpent ghost. The ensuing damage earns the ire of Mayor Peck (William Atherton) whose threats of litigation cause Phoebe to be “benched” since she a minor of fifteen. Back at HQ, Gary is concerned with the structural damage around the original spectral containment unit. This prompts the kids to visit “Uncle” Ray Stantz (Dan Ackroyd) who operates a supernatural curio shop with another OK transplant, Podcast (Logan Kim). That same day, Ray gets a client, an anxious cash-hungry guy Nadeem (Kumail Nanjiani) who wants to sell his late granny’s spooky metal orb. Ray then takes the piece to the new ghostbuster research facility in one of the Burroughs (hidden in an old public aquarium) run by Winston Zedemore (Ernie Hudson) and his “right hand” Janine Melnitz (Annie Potts) with an assist from another OK pal Lucky (Celeste O’Connor). Turns out that the orb is a mini-prison for a centuries-old demonic entity that uses fear and ice to try to enslave the globe. When it gets loose, can the combined ghostbusting crews including Peter Venkman (Bill Murray) save the citizens of Manhatten from becoming frozen encased “people-cicles”?

Sure, it’s great that the 84′ team is more integrated into the story than in AFTERLIFE, but it makes all the characters input severely reduced in order to avoid going over the two-hour mark, Still, most of the roster makes an effort to build on the earlier entry. Although Phoebe is put on the sidelines for the second act, Ms. Grace brings more depth to the standard “teen brainiac” as she hurries into adulthood. This lets us in on a secret friendship she’s forged with a (sorry Casper) friendly ghost, more than a century-old teen Melody (Emily Alyn Lind), a chess partner in the pre-dawn Central Park. Their bond is strong though Phoebe knows that will end soon. Rudd exudes lots of his energetic charm as Gary, though the romance with Coon’s Claire doesn’t have the sparks that flew in Oklahoma. Wolfhard is the surly teen who just wants the keys to Ecto-1 and finds a nemesis in a familiar green glutenous ghost. Ackroyd appears to be having a grand time rattling off paranormal trivia and finds a great new screen partner in the always entertaining Patton Oswalt as a translator of ancient languages. The most laughs in the surprisingly somber flick are generated by Nanjiani as the on-the-make slacker who finds that embracing his heroic heritage is more rewarding than cashing in on his heirlooms. He even holds the comedic focus sharing a scene with Murray, who doesn’t seem to be that invested in his two extended cameos (maybe he’s there in tribute to his late co-star and directing pal…and a chunk o’ change). And Atherton remains a perfect patsy and an irritating “wet blanket” as Peck (now that’s a long trek from the EPA to the mayor’s office). Hudson is still an MVP along with (and welcome back) Ms. Potts.


Taking over the director’s chair is a screenwriter from the last film, Gil Kenan who also co-writes this time with Jason Reitman. Wisely he takes the action out of the “dustbowl” and returns to the zany playground of NYC, making it look as though it’s not that different from the ’80s. Plus that nifty prologue and the first “bust” remind us of the pleasures of the whole franchise. Unfortunately, the flick hits a long lull as the “pieces” are put into place for the big effects finale. The idea of an unlikely friendship between “buster” and ghost is intriguing, but it merely becomes a “plot device” to hasten disaster. Back to those effects, the producers do a fairly decent job of replicating the practical effects of the first two flicks with the new CGI tech and manage to make many of the spirits very scary and gruesome. And it’s all put to use in a finale “throwdown” that feels a touch cramped as it’s all within one building rather the bustling streets or the towering skyline, with one character doing the whole superhero shooting power from the fingertips thingee. Speaking of, comic book films have been accused of indulging in too much “fan service”. This film says, “Hold my beer..er..Ecto Hi-C”. We get a phony news report that not only uses footage from those previous flicks but includes the music video and clips from the merchandising commercials (toys, cereals, etc.). Then throughout the film, the Elmer Bernstein music cues are hit hard and often (the piano, then the the therimen, then both with the horns). And like most current franchises, there’s a mid-credits bonus scene that’s just “meh”. But the hardcore fans will be delighted, though any “newbies” seeing this somewhat lackluster outing won’t be shopping for their own jumpsuits and proton packs after taking in GHOSTBUSTERS: FROZEN EMPIRE. On your way out, don’t slip on the “slime”…

2.5 out of 4

GHOSTBUSTERS: FROZEN EMPIRE is now playing in theatres everywhere

MIGRATION – Review

It’s the big holiday weekend, and for many families, it’s the perfect time for a big getaway. Oh, we’re not talking about a brief trek “over the river and through the woods”. Nope, how about a big excursion like the McCallister clan in the original HOME ALONE (Paris, sheesh somebody’s doing well)? Come to think of it, it’s strange that the Grisswalds don’t travel anywhere in CHRISTMAS VACATION, though Cousin Eddy drops in from afar. But I digress. Now if that’s what human families do, then how about animal families? To be more specific, those “fine feathered” families. Now in this new animated feature, it’s not ‘”yuletime”, but the temps are starting to fall prompting those web-footed folks to join a big southbound MIGRATION.


Oddly enough this story begins, actually, during storytime. Papa of the Mallards, Mack (voice of Kumail Nanjiani) relates a cautionary fable of ducks leaving the safety of the nest and flying to their doom to his kids, free-spirited pre-teen Dax (Casper Jennings) and sweet adorable baby sister Gwen (Tresi Gazal), all while mom Pam (Elizabeth Banks) rolls her eyes. She thinks that they should “expand their horizons” well past the comfy confines of the bucolic pond near Moose Lake in New England. Then, almost on cue, a flock of migrating ducks drops in for a brief respite. Of course, Dax falls for a cute duckling gal. After they leave, the family puts pressure on Mack, and…he gives in. They’ll catch up with the flock and join them on their journey to sunny Jamaica. And thanks to the pleading of Gwen, grumpy, sloppy old Uncle Dan (Danny DeVito) will also make the trip. The quintet takes to the skies and …heads in the wrong direction. After a detour to a dank swamp that’s home to a spooky but friendly heron named Erin (Carol Kane), the Mallards nearly fly right into the skyscrapers of NYC. There they encounter the boss of some hungry pigeons, Chump (Awkwafina), who, after a near rumble, takes them to a bird that can guide them to the Caribbean. Unfortunately, the exotic Delroy (Keegan-Michael Key) is locked up in a cage in the office above a trendy restaurant. Can they evade the knife-wielding chief and get back en route to paradise? Or will their final stop be inside a hot oven, covered not in suntan lotion, but in orange sauce?

Unfortunately, as with many major animated releases, the celebrity voice cast seems to be a big marketing point. Luckily there are several assured comic voices in use here. Nanjiani excels when Mac is in full over-protective panic mode. DeVito is perhaps our most endearing screen (big and small) grouch. Key is a bombastic delight as the ecstatic bird so far from home. There’s also some funny vocal work from David Mitchell as the yoga instructor/ rec-director of a place that seems like a spa retreat for ducks. Kane brings her zany quirk to the long-limbed Erin. Now, I’m a big fan of Awkwafina (she’s great in the underrated QUIZ LADY), but I’m wondering if she may want to take a voice-over “time out” as this is her eighth feature film (unless she’s hoping to follow in the legacy of the late great June Foray). Ah, but the look of the film is its real “selling point”. The backdrops are full of dazzling primary colors (those rich greens of the forest) in nature which make a terrific contrast with the looming dark canyons of the city and the stunning neons of its trendiest eatery. The character designs are also superb, making each duck unique, and giving some other fowl (Erin, Deroy) a nice “spindly” look as though their limb are bendable plastic tubing. But my favorite design may be the mute villain, the too-cool, muscle-bound, “fully-tatted” chief (love the diamond-shaped shades and the long platinum ponytail with gold hoops). Extra kudos for working in some terrific 2D-style animation in the movie’s “bedtime story” opening prologue. It’s just a shame that the story is not as unique. It’s an air-and-land riff on FINDING NEMO, as the Mallards encounter a new danger and learn lessons in teamwork and understanding others. The tiniest of moviegoers may be enthralled by the bouncy birds, manic action, and eye-popping backdrops, but this family’s not quite a “duck dynasty” in this occasionally amusing MIGRATION.


2.5 Out of 4


MIGRATION is now playing in theatres everywhere

YOU HURT MY FEELINGS (2023) – Review

Hey, who says we can’t enjoy a quirky NYC-based character comedy written and directed by one of our lauded indie directors? We’ve got the big fairy tale musical, the turbo-charged thriller, and the new MCU entry, so the blockbuster fanatics have their choices, but happily, there’s room for something a little quieter and more clever. It’s hard to believe we’ve not gotten a feature from this filmmaker in nearly five years. Welcome back! And bonus, it reunites her with the star of a terrific romantic comedy from ten years ago. Yes, there’s a romance at the center of this, but the title reveals it has a bit of a “darker edge” as the lead bemoans to her on-screen hubby, YOU HURT MY FEELINGS.


That “proclaimer” is Beth (Julia Louis-Dreyfus), who lives with her hubby Don (Tobias Menzies) in one of the Big Apple’s trendiest neighborhoods. He’s a therapist who works with both individuals and couples in a lush downtown office. His clients are loyal but pretty quirky. Beth is a published author who made a modest splash with her memoir a few years ago. She’s completing her first work of fiction, which Don really likes, though her agent doesn’t seem enthusiastic. In the meantime, she’s teaching a writing course to a small group of historically unaware students at the New School. Happily, it’s not far from where her only son works. Eliot (Owen Teague) is an aspiring playwright, but as he’s fresh out of college, he’s clerking at a cannabis dispensary (which worries Beth). Aside from the teaching gig, Beth spends some time with her younger sister Sarah (Michaela Watkins), either helping out with a charity clothing drive or visiting their prickly widowed mother Georgis (Jeannie Berlin). Sarah is an interior designer for the city’s ultra-rich and is living with frazzled, aspiring actor Mark (Arian Moayed). After a visit to Mom, the sisters decided to surprise their guys, who are clothes shopping at a fancy store. As they quietly sneak up on the unaware duo, they overhear the ongoing conversation as Don tells Mark that he really doesn’t think much of Beth’s new novel. The sisters rush out as Beth endures a panic attack, Sarah thinks she’s overreacting, but Beth sees it as a betrayal. Could this “artistic fib” lead to the end of their marriage, or can she even move past it?

We’ve been inviting her into our living rooms for so long via her amazing TV career, from SNL to “Veep”, that we almost forget the incredible range and performing skills of the wonderful Ms. Louis-Dreyfus. So, consider her complex Beth a big reminder. Her intelligence shines through in the scenes with her various family members and even her clueless students, We can see Beth straining to restrain an eye-roll or snarky comment. Then when she hears of her hubby’s lie, Louis-Dreyfus through her gestures and expressive eyes tells us that Beth has been stabbed in the heart as her soul seems to escape into the ozone. But then during a tense moment at her son’s job, the sublime physical comic actress makes the scene a true showstopper. Though he’s often her “straight man”, Menzies as Don tries to coast through the turbulent sessions of his clients, but is flummoxed by Beth’s new frigid demeanor, all the while considering a “nip and tuck” fearing he appears “tired” Watkins shines as the “kid” sister, who sometimes has to be the parent to the emotionally flailing Beth while holding in her frustrations in trying to please her obtuse wealthy bosses. And she’s got to be supportive of her neurotic actor beau, played by Moayed as a bottomless well of self-doubt and insecurities whose real joy is obsessing over fashion and fame. And Beth and Sarah are a strong emotional “tag-team” as they face off against their somewhat sweet, often surly unpredictable mother given bombastic life by Berlin. Kudos also to Teague, who wants to “break away’ from his folks, but still yearn for their help and support even though watching them share food makes him a bit ill. Oh, as for Don’s patients, Zach Cheery is a passive-aggressive wrecking ball as the near-lifeless Jim. But the movie’s MVPs may be the battling, bickering couple played by real-life marrieds, Amber Tamblyn and David Cross. Their sniping and scowling are the story’s highlights, as they lose patience with each other and silently observe Don. They harken back to the zanies on the Chaicago couch of Dr. Bob Hartley on TV, who might think the arguing was part of their foreplay. What a terrific team!

The aforementioned filmmaker is the gifted Nicole Holofcener, who was last part of the screenwriting team on the underappreciated THE LAST DUEL. Here she’s back in the director’s chair and providing the witty, sophisticated script. Making wonderful use of the Manhatten location, Holofcener eschews any flashy camera or editing flourishes, allowing her actors to scoop up these marvelous bits of dialogue and character quirks and run with it. Everyone gets their moment to shine and score with a look or a quick retort. The last time she worked with Louis-Dreyfus was the engaging ENOUGH SAID, which makes for part of a near-perfect set of cinema “book-ends”. Yes, the big deception at the heart of the story seems trivial, but Holofcener never mocks her characters and allows us to understand their flawed sensibilities. And at 96 minutes, these funny folk don’t overstay their welcome. Let’s just hope that Ms. Holofcener will welcome us back to her cinema world much sooner after gifting us the great YOU HURT MY FEELINGS.


4 Out of 4

YOU HURT MY FEELINGS is now playing in select theatres

SHARPER – Review

With this film’s release so close to the big “hearts and flowers” holiday, you might think that it’s a modern twist on the old romantic stories of boy meets girl. And you’d be mistaken, except for the “twist” angle. Yes, it does begin with a “meet cute”, but soon the filmmakers take us down a road of deception and devious designs, full of, yes, twists and turns. Now it’s not another thriller built on that cybercrime of “catfishing” as in the very recent MISSING. This tale owes much more to the previous “con capers” like THE STING, BODY HEAT, and, naturally THE GRIFTERS. Ah, but these “players” are aiming for much larger stakes as they go after their NYC high-society “marks”. That’s why they have to aspire to be SHARPER.

Oh, as I mentioned this story takes place in Manhattan and opens on a quaint dusty used book store in one of the quiet upscale neighborhoods. And the literary theme is used with the film being divided into four chapters, each title after a character in this quadrangle. The first is the owner/manager of the shop, a quiet twenty-something named Tom (Justice Smith). His dull afternoon next to the register is ended by the arrival of a lovely college student named Sandra (Briana Middleton). Their conversation leads to his clumsy invitation to dinner and leads to a whirlwind romance that ends in tragedy and heartbreak. In the next chapter named for her, we look into Sandra’s past and her life-changing encounter with the enigmatic “groomer” named Max (Sebastian Stan). This leads to his chapter that gives us an insight into his complex relationship with his social-climbing mother Madeline (Julianne Moore), who has become the fiancee of a Fifth Avenue financial tycoon named Richard Hobbes (John Lithgow). With her chapter, the dots are “connected”, the story comes “full circle”, and the quartet wrestles for control and makes a grab for the “big brass ring”.


With this type of film, it’s tough to get into the actor’s performances without revealing too much of their characters’ secrets (the whole plot peels back the layers). However, I can attest that the talented, always interesting Ms. Moore adds another complex role to her impressive screen resume. Madeline is more than the tortured matriarch as she tries to correct her past while forging ahead toward a lush future. That past, embodied by Stan’s Max, is dark and full of potential danger as Stan projects an air of edgy laid-back cool aloofness punctuated by a snarling intensity. At the opposite end is Smith as the quiet, reflective Tom who’s been beaten down by life but sees this new love as a chance to start over on the road to happiness. As his shining beacon, Middleton dazzles as Sandra whose own dark past threatens to doom this new love as she tries to bury those demons. In a smaller supporting role, Lithgow projects the proper gravitas as the man of “old money” who knows that some “class -climbers’ see a golden target on his back.

The tale’s many curves and turns are expertly guided by director Benjamin Caron in his feature film directing debut. He confidently keeps the drastic time shifts on track in the taut screenplay from Brian Gatewood and Alessandro Tanaka, which keeps us guessing and baffled till the final fade out (and at just under two hours). The Big Apple locations are superb, from the plush million-dollar-plus “cribs” to the cluttered Queen apartments and the neighborhood “dive bars”. And they’re lit with the story’s emotional shifts in mind. This is the cinematic equivalent to a good “page-turner”, something to devour on a rainy afternoon. As far as most dramatic thrillers go, I’d say that this is much, much SHARPER.

3.5 Out of 4

SHARPER opens at the Alamo Drafthouse in St. Louis and streams exclusively on AppleTV+ beginning on Friday, February 17, 2023