THE IRON CLAW – Review

Ladies and gentlemen, get ready to …watch another sports-themed movie! Sheesh and people whine about a “glut” of superhero flicks! So far this year we’ve got four or five “sports flicks”, the latest being the soccer comedy NEXT GOAL WINS. Now that’s based on a true story, like most of the others. Oh, and two more true sports films finish out the year on Christmas Day. So, what sets this weekend’s release apart from the others? Well, it’s set in the world of professional wrestling in the “go-go” 1980s. Hmm, sounds like lots of campy, flashy fun. And you’d be a bit mistaken. Mind you, there are chuckles but this true tale is really a tragedy, close in spirit to a Greek one or even Shakespeare, but with spandex and mullets. In the center ring…a fable of a wrestling family dynasty whose patriarch gained fame through his signature “move”, THE IRON CLAW.


The film actually starts a couple of decades earlier, in the final moments of a match won by Fritz Von Erich (Holt McCallany), and he does indeed use “the claw”. In the parking lot, he meets up with his grade-school-aged two sons and their mother Doris (Maura Tierney), and introduces them to their newer bigger vehicle for traveling on “the circuit”. She’s annoyed, but little Kevin and Kerry are thrilled. Flash forward about a decade and a half as buff twenty-something Kevin (Zac Efron) goes for a morning jog around the family’s Texas ranch home. He finishes in time for a big breakfast with Mom, Dad, and kid brothers David (Harris Dickinson) and Mike (Stanley Simmons). And what of brother Kerry (Jeremy Allen White)? The prodigal is away training for the upcoming 1980 Olympic games. Fritz is out of “the game” and now works as a manager for Kevin while starting up a new league, World Class Championship Wrestling. Unfortunately, despite his physical prowess, Kevin is awkward in front of the camera in promotional interviews, while David proves to be more of a “showboat”. This prompts Papa to focus on him, much to Kevin’s frustration. He does get a boost from dating a lovely fan named Pam (Lily James), leading to an eventual marriage. And then world politics impacts “the act” when the USA boycotts the Olympics, sending Kerry home. Fritz then creates a three-man tag team with Kevin, Kerry, and David as Mike pursues his music dreams. But fame splits the trio, as the brothers go solo, and tragedy spurs Mike to enter the “family business”. Fate is far from finished with them as the rumored “Von Erich curse” threatens to destroy the tight-knit group.

As the eldest Von Erich son, and the film’s main focus, Efron achieves a real maturity as an actor, blasting beyond his teen heartrob era to convey the complexities of the deceptively simple Kevin. Though he has the shape of a Samson (and many other “sword and sandal” screen stalwarts) Kev seems to be a vulnerable youngster yearning for his papa’s love and respect. His behavioral development seems a bit stunted perhaps causing his inability to sell himself on camera, and later when in his relationship with Pam (like his pop, she’s almost his coach). Efron shows us how life chips away at that awkwardness until he pushes back against his dad in a powerful third-act sequence. As Pam, James completely morphs into the twangy Texas belle who’s awed by the “beefcake” and then smitten by the timid soul beneath. White, the breakout star of TV’s “The Bear”, doesn’t have nearly as much screen time, but his struggles with a cruel impairment give extra strength to the changing family dynamic. Dickinson oozes charisma as David who becomes the face of the family franchise with his boasting bravado and showmanship (he rocks all those sparkly stetsons). As the “baby”, Simmons has a real warmth and sweetness as he tries to break away with his tunes while obviously crushing on his big bro’s gal. This makes his fate even more heartwrenching. The talented Tierney isn’t given enough to do as the sometimes aloof matriarch, though she is an excellent partner to the blustery, manipulative McCallany is the former fighter denied his glory who now believes he can attain it, along with the big payday, through his boys. For much of the story, he’s more of a villain than any of the wrestling adversaries, and McCallny brings all the intimidation and callousness needed for the role.


This sports saga is told bywriter/director Sean Dirkin who crafts a believable bond between the brothers and deftly recreates the era when wrestling was beginning its steady climb into the mainstream. Dirkins gets great work from the ensemble and makes effective use of the Texas locales. However, the matches themselves seem to lack the trashy campy exhilaration of those big events. Much as in the recent PRISCILLA, the spectacle seems “muted” with the action at a distance and in shadows, perhaps to obscure the backgrounds. We hear some of the chatter between the champs and get a look at their camaraderie in the locker room, but some of the absurdities are “watered down”. Outside the arenas, we never really get to know the brothers, aside from Kev, until the “curse” begins picking them off like an early 80s horror flick stalker. I’m wondering if the story should have had more room “to breathe”, perhaps as a TV mini-series (this may be the reason why one brother, Chris, was completely written out). The last act is given a boost by the big confrontation between father and son but is then diluted by a fantasy/dream sequence that feels cloying and mawkish like something from a film from eighty years ago. Still, this is not to take away from the excellent cast, who “flex their pecks” and give heart to the Von Erichs in THE IRON CLAW.

2.5 Out of 4

THE IRON CLAW is now playing in theatres everywhere

THE HILL (2023) – Review

Two true-life sports movies opening on the same weekend! Oh yeah, it was bound to happen but we’re taking a big detour (hmm), maybe even a U-turn (okay, enough already) from the video game F1 flick. For one thing. this one is set squarely in the past, before Pong was a staple, way back in the splashy 1970s, after a brief stop in the sensational ’60s. Oh, and this concerns the American pastime (as in hot dogs and apple pie), in the tradition of THE NATURAL and THE ROOKIE (with which it shares a star). Now the title doesn’t refer to the pitcher’s mound, but rather to the obstacles its focus must face (perhaps closer to a steep mountain). And since it’s also the last name of the family in this faith-based drama it’s simply THE HILL.

After the briefest of prologues in which a seemingly angry teen jumps in his beat-up 70s auto and cranks up a power ballad, we’re whisked away about ten years ago as he spends a lazy day outside his father’s country church. Little Rickey Hill (Jesse Beery) smacks pebbles over the treetops using a stick as a makeshift bat. That’s because his pop, Pastor James Hill (Dennis Quaid) doesn’t believe in encouraging this “sport” by buying proper equipment. And he can’t afford it, as the family barely scrapes by (Sunday dinner is a pan of cornbread). Oh, plus Rickey can’t run the bases with any speed as he’s still wearing a pair of leg braces due to a degenerative spinal condition. Things get worse when the preacher is booted out by his surly congregation (he called them out for “chewin'” and smoking during his sermons). So, he’s got to pack up his three kids, his wife, and her mother-in-law, the no-nonsense Gram (Bonnie Bedelia), and hit the road. Through a bit of chance, they learn of a nearby Texas town in need of a pastor. But there, Rickey’s love of baseball is stoked by the grade school team, Thus begins a new battle of wills between father and son, until Rickey learns he can shed the braces. Flash forward several years as teen Rickey (Colin Ford) is a homer-smackin’ high school phenom. But an injury benches Rickey and gives more fuel to his father’s hopes that he’ll follow him to the pulpit. Somehow the town rallies to fund the needed surgery. But can Rickey heal in time to impress a major league scout, Red Murff (Scott Glenn) at an upcoming audition? And will Papa Hill ever embrace his son’s athletic aspirations?

Though he’s not “on the field”, the film’s “heavy hitter” is Quaid (a “rookie” no more) who easily dominates every scene as the stern, but often sympathetic man of God. He’s able to channel a bit of that old “Jerry Lee” charisma (can that FIRE flick really be 34 years old) when Pastor Hill is delivering “the word” and can be quite intimidating as the strict head of the household. But Quaid shows us that hint of uncertainty as his faith is tested time and again. And he’s got a very strong spiritual sparring partner in Bedelia as the feisty, sassy Gram who won’t be “bulldozed” by his ways. Ford is a likable and sweet-natured sports hero as the slugger aware of his gifts but thwarted by his physical “restraints”. Ditto for Berry as the pre-teen version, as he aches for a chance to take on a bully who taunts him with the moniker “Robo-boy”. Glenn is stern and savvy as the baseball “wizard” who needs to test Rickey’s stamina and skills.

Director Jeff Celentano strives to bring a new spin on the familiar story of the athlete hero fighting a debilitating illness (BANG THE DRUM SLOWLY amongst many others), while addressing conflicting religious beliefs (Papa Hill believes baseball cards encourage the worship of false idols). The father is the main obstacle (after Rickey’s health) and he often seems a tad obstinate but he’s never cruel and is capable of change. And though I must praise the producers for giving the press access (most faith-based films aren’t screened for us), I had problems with the odd script choices. I attended services through the 70s and never encountered the chain-smoking congregations shown here (even at Hill’s new church), so it feels contrived. More than that, the huge leap in time, probably a decade) as Rickey goes from grade-schooler to high school senior seems like two separate stories barely stitched together. What changed in those “shadow years”? Plus the “rekindled romance” feels a tad “tossed in”, more to give Rickey a “sounding board”. And the mix of movie pros with more inexperienced actors can be distracting. These quibbles just can’t push my interest in this “true tale” over THE HILL. Maybe a solid double or so…

1.5 Out of 4

THE HILL is now playing in theatres everywhere

PEARL – Review

So, it’s looking like 2022’s box office final returns will be dominated by a film that’s already nabbed a spot in the all-time “top ten” earners, that’s TOP GUN: MAVERICK of course. Ah, but will the year be mainly known for one big sequel? No, perhaps not since a prequel did very very well, the last Gru/Minions outing while another did, hmm…not so well (LIGHTYEAR). But we’re about to get another prequel that’s not animated and it’s from a flick that was released just six months ago. And since its focus is on a character from the earlier film, it could also be considered a “spin-off”. Oh, that March film was titled simply X. And I have not seen it. So this puts one of my staunchest movie beliefs to the test: you shouldn’t have to see the original to enjoy (or not) a follow-up. Naturally, I hold the same belief for novels, plays, and even old TV shows (never saw a single “ep” of “Downton Abbey”, but liked the first feature film). So I’ve got “fresh eyes’ to gaze upon the gleaming gem that )maybe) is PEARL.


The A24 logo fades into an idyllic Texas farm, bathed in, some might say, oversaturated colors, way back in 1918 (maybe the pseudo-Technicolor evokes nostalgia). Oh, but the gloom in the house offsets the rosy hues. Eighteen-year-old Pearl (Mia Goth) has dreams of worldwide fame and fortune, but for now, she has to deal with her “uber-stern” German-born mother Ruth (Tandi Wright) and tend to her near-comatose mute quadriplegic papa (Mathew Sunderland). She also has to tend to the animals in the barn that she’s named after movie actresses (the lamb is Mary, natch’). And there’s another animal she “provides” for, a ravenous alligator named Theda, who glides through the nearby pond in the woods. Luckily Pearl has one human friend that occasionally visits, her upbeat blonde sister-in-law Misty (Emma Jenkins-Purro). Yes, sister-in-law. Pearl’s married to her brother Howard who’s serving his country in the last months of WWI, while back home everyone’s in a panic, or pandemic, over the Spanish Flu outbreak. Yet somehow Ruth allows Pearl to bicycle into the nearby town to pick up medicine for papa. Of course, Pearl has to take in the newest “flicker” at the movie palace where she can dream of being one of the chorus girls on the screen. It’s there that she encounters the theatre projectionist (David Corenswet), whose matinee-idol smoldering looks inspire more fantasies. Soon, Misty tells Pearl of the auditions at a local church for a dance troupe that will tour the country. But when word of it reaches Ruth she forbids Pearl from trying out and promises to keep her locked in her bedroom. Oh, she doesn’t realize that nothing’s going to stand in the way of Pearl’s quest for stardom. Nothing and no one, so Pearl will take whatever steps, even….

Well, you can probably guess, even if you were in the dark like me. And that’s just one facet of the “go for broke” performance in the title role by Goth (what an apropos last name for someone doing horror flicks). In nearly every scene, her animated face nearly leaps off the screen (no 3D needed), so you can imagine that Pearl would be a silent screen siren. Her upbeat smile adds to the comic interludes while her tears elicit sympathy for the put-upon heroine. But then the light goes out of those eyes and Pearl switches into a relentless being of chaos and sends chills down our spines. Her energy is almost matched by Wright, who seems to spew Old World venom (much of her dialogue is in German) as she unleashes her anger over “the bug” and the hatred towards her birthplace on her daughter. Counter-balancing that intensity is the “laid-back” laconic delivery of Corenswet who tries to trap Pearl in a web of his lusty charms. His cool, yet creepy demeanor doesn’t result in the “love em’ and leave em'” scenario that may have worked in other tiny burgs. Jenkins-Purro is the light to Goth’s darkness, a kind soul who only wishes to offer a helping hand and is dragged into the mire instead. It seems there’s no room in this world for her warm glow. And several scenes work due to the restrained work of Sunderland who gives weight to the adage that “the eyes have it”. His widened moist glare says more than any histrionics.

Word is that director Ti West concocted the screenplay via Zoom with Goth during the making of the first flick, X. This enabled them to go right from the previous one to this in a matter of days, which is pretty unique. And I’m thinking that the “behind the scenes” story might make for a more compelling film. Despite my admiration for Goth’s emoting, the rest of the flick just seems “all over the place” in tone and style. It starts as “high camp” with Golden Age Movie titles superimposed over the candy color farm and enhanced by the overly-lush orchestral score by Tyler Bates and Tim Williams. Then there are the tragic dramatic elements of soul-draining family life as Ruth squelches the joy from Pearl’s spirit. It’s then a sharp turn into an erotic thriller as Pearl watches a real silent “stag film” while the projectionist looms over her to savor her reactions. This all builds up to a third act packed to the gills with patricide, “gross-out” imagery (that pig), and mean-spirited cruelty in lingering close-ups, proclaiming once more, that in the “edgy” modern horror flicks, evil must triumph and the good are punished for their compassion. And to nitpick a bit, what 1918 theatre had a synchronized record for their feature.?And why do the audition judges dress in old wild west costumes? To sum it up, Goth’s great didn’t need to see the original (if it’s streaming on a rainy day…maybe I’ll catch up), wildly uneven, though it’s got more style than most of these thrillers. It’s not unflawed, but there are a few sparkles found in PEARL

1 and a 1/2 Out of 4

PEARL is playing in theatres everywhere

VENGEANCE (2022) – Review

(L to R) Ashton Kutcher as Quentin Sellers and B.J. Novak as Ben Manalowitz in VENGEANCE, written and directed by B.J. Novak and released by Focus Features. Credit: Patti Perret / Focus Features

As Summer begins its transformation into Fall, the studios are still offering virtual getaways at the local multiplex. This newest “travel tale’ also combines the popular theme of the “fish out of water” with a protagonist in very unfamiliar surroundings. Now, the movie marketing folks are hitting this aspect hard in the trailers and TV spots, making it appear to be an edgy modern spin on the cult fave TV sitcom “Green Acres” where a “city feller'” was flummoxed by the simple “country folk” (who often got the better of him). Oh but don’t be misled. There’s a lot more going on in this film since it comes from one of the busiest creative minds in the media today. And he stars in it, as an intellectual who’s never really felt a burning desire for VENGEANCE.

The story’s cerebral center is Ben Manalowitz (B.J. Novak), a writer/podcast journalist living in the Big Apple. Actually, the film’s opening sequence is far from NYC as we watch a young woman frantically texting on her cell phone as she crawls past several oil derricks on a remote dusty hill. But back to Ben. That same night, his unexpected “booty call” is interrupted by an early morning “unknown” caller. The distraught voice tells Ben that his “girlfriend” Abeline is dead and pleads with him to attend her funeral. The fact that Ben doesn’t recall her indeed complicates things even further. And he really doesn’t want to travel all the way to Texas. Oh, but this could end his “writer’s block”. Ben contacts his editor at the podcast communication company, Eloise (Issa Rae), and sells her on the idea of making his “journey” into an audio series highlighting the divide in the nation. She agrees to ship him the recording equipment. After several connecting flights Ben meets the “caller” at the airport: Abeline’s still distraught brother Ty Shaw (Boyd Holbrook), who drives him straight to the memorial. The photos of him with the “dearly departed” jog Ben’s memory. They “hooked up” a few times over the last couple of years, but she told everyone that he was her long-distance beau. Soon Ben meets the family who insists he stay at the Shaw house (and he can take Abeline’s room). At dinner, Ty tells Ben that they will track down those drug dealers responsible for his sister’s overdose death (“She never even took an Advil!”). But can the meek Manhatten writer really join Ty on his quest for vengeance?

In the lead role, Novak confidently hits all the required emotional ‘marks”. In the opening scenes he’s required to almost be the “straight man” to many of the “great unwashed” he encounters on his travels. But Ben subtly shifts, his journalistic curiosity “kicks in” and he’s a determined seeker of truth, even as he’s out of his element amidst the escalating violence. Though mainly known as a “master of snark”, Novak makes a compelling though unlikely screen hero. Also drawing us in is Ashton Kutcher as a most engaging and enigmatic ‘suspect”, Quentin Sellers, the smart and shady owner of the recording studio where Abilene Shaw pursued her dreams of performing. In their “interrogations” Quentin bobs and weaves like a fighter, never allowing Ben to “land a punch”. And Kutcher’s “trash-stash” just oozes evil. More straightforward is Holbrook as Ty, whose bravado masks his crippling grief, with a swaggering “good ole’ boy” way of seeking justice. And though he adds to the humor with his ignorance, he’s a protective partner to Ben. J-Smith-Cameron brings a lot of grit to her role as the wounded family matriarch Sharon, who opens her heart to Ben without revealing everything. Her mother, played by Louanne Stephens, is rougher ‘around the edges” as she tosses off bits of unfiltered wisdom to Ben. Lio Tipton is a sad specter as Abilene, who is haunting in the images and videos that inspire Ben. Ms. Rae makes for a great emotional and professional anchor for Novack as the boss who slowly begins to care about him more than the story. Kudos also to Dove Cameron as the kid sister who, like many of her age, only desires to be famous, no matter the reason.

And Mr. Novak does the “hat trick’ by also writing and directing this, his first feature film (after lots of TV work, most notably the US version of “The Office”). As with his acting work, director Novack “switches gears” going from boozy NYC nightlife to the eerie desolation of dusty Texas (actually New Mexico doubling here)., with the churning oil derricks belching fire into the dark night sky, giving it a Hellish glow. The humorous scenes are never overplayed with quick close-ups or choppy editing, allowing the tossed-off retorts to sneak in and build. But as the story progresses it begins to take on the tempo of the classic film noir, with Ben as the gumshoe that’s not intimidated by the boisterous “packing” yahoos. Unfortunately, the film’s final act becomes a bit too “talky” with characters delivering long soliloquies, hammering in a sometimes clever, sometimes obvious commentary on the current state of America. But the final denouncement should inspire some thought about the resolution and how it would affect the protagonists. So, though it’s not what the marketers are selling, VENGEANCE gives viewers more to ponder than the usual “city slicker” farces.

2.5 Out of 4

VENGEANCE is now playing in select theatres

RED ROCKET – Review

Simon Rex in Sean Baker’s dark comedy RED ROCKET. Courtesy of A24.

A shabby man (Simon Rex) stumbles off a bus and heads for a modest house in a little Texas town. He seems confident they will take him in but, despite an outpouring of charm, they refuse to let him set foot in the place. Not only don’t the residents let him in, they order him off their property. You know there is more to this story, and we are about to find out what in Sean Baker’s comedy RED ROCKET.

The film opens with NSYNC’s song “Bye, Bye, Bye,” which becomes a kind of running theme, in this comic tale. Good-bye is what most of these people want to say to Mikey Saber, the fellow fresh off the bus. Comedian and former MTV star Simon Rex is perfectly cast as smooth-talking Mikey Saber, an aging failed porn star whose fortunes have fallen so far that he was forced to flee Hollywood to return the the hometown he dumped long ago. Now, that he is back, he pours on the charm but eventually resorts to begging his ex-wife Lexi (Bree Elrod) and mother-in-law Lil (Brenda Deiss), whose doorstep he is on, to take him in. Scratch that – she’s his estranged wife; they never divorced although they parted ways only ago. Eventually, the women reluctantly do let him in, with promises that he just wants to take a shower and borrow some clothes. Yeah, sure.

Sean Baker first captured attention with TANGERINE, a groundbreaking micro-budget film of life on the street shot on cell phone, and then soared with FLORIDA PROJECT, an acclaimed, heart-rending tale of a girl growing up in a Florida weekly-rental motel, shot with striking realism. Baker has always focused sympathetically on those on the lowest economic level while showing their lives remarkable realism. That sympathy for those on the lowest rung and that realism is still here in this film, but now the focus is on dark humor and on the destructive character at the center of this tale.

Simon Rex’s Mikey Saber is funny and entertaining, but might not be a nice guy. At first we sympathize with this homeless character who has nowhere else to go but we quickly learn there is reason for the hostility of those who know him. It seems Mikey Saber – a stage name, of course – is a charming sociopath, using people and conning his way through life, before and after leaving his dusty industrial hometown behind to go to Hollywood. Confident, unfailingly optimistic, and self-centered, Mikey had plans to become a star but what he did was become a porn star. Or, at least, he says he was a star, repeatedly citing his porn industry awards – “like the Oscars” as he tells it.

Can Mikey turn over a new leaf? Despite everything that has happened, Mikey has unsinkable self confidence, along with no scruples. He’s always looking for an angle, polishing his own image, and seeking a way in to people’s hearts, to turn that to his advantage. Donald Trump is on the TV in the background of several scenes, running for president in 2016, hinting that director Baker wants to drawing parallels. Most who knew Mikey are wise to his tricks, but he does take in a young neighbor, Lonnie (Ethan Darbone), who remembers him from when he was a little kid and Mikey’s wife used to babysit him. Lonnie thinks of Mikey as a colorful local legend, and Mikey uses that admiration to his advantage, particularly getting Lonnie to drive him places.

At first, it seems that Mikey might have learned some life lessons. Once in the door, he pleads to stay and, borrowing his wife’s bicycle without asking, sets out to look for a job. Having been turned down all over town, he starts selling pot for cash. He might just turn over that famous leaf and do the right thing – like paying his own way. But meeting a pretty red-headed teen-aged girl (Suzanna Son) at a doughnut shop sets Mikey off on new schemes.

While Mikey leaves plenty of destruction in his wake but he is his own worst enemy too. Simon Rex fans will probably enjoy his rogue character in this dark comedy more than those charmed by Sean Baker’s touching FLORIDA PROJECT who might be hoping for something more like that. Certainly, RED ROCKET is a well-made film and there are some excellent performances, but the central character is such a slime ball that the film is hard to take. Baker retains his humanist view of people at the economic bottom rung who surround this hustler, and Baker’s human sensibility provides a satisfying ending. But along the way, there are plenty of cringe-worthy moments, and a creepiness about Mikey that is hard to tolerate. It’s not a film for everyone.

RED ROCKET opens Saturday, Dec. 25, in theaters.

RATING: 2 out of 4 stars

12 MIGHTY ORPHANS – Review

Rusty Russell (Luke Wilson), Snoggs (Jacob Lofland) and Doc Hall (Martin Sheen) discuss the next play, in 12 MIGHTY ORPHANS.
Photo by Laura Wilson. Courtesy of Sony Pictures Classics

This true-story film is a feel-good lesson in brains over brawn and the value of persistence, a Depression-era underdog story about a team of orphans who revolutionizing how football is played. Viewers do not have to be a football fans to be charmed by this tale of scrappy outsiders that no one expects to succeed, overturning all those assumptions. “The Mighty Mites” is a team of 12 undersized orphans at Mason Hall, a Masonic orphanage and school, led by their science teacher, Rusty Russell, who was an orphan himself.

It is a classic story told in a classic style, but with a kind of Jimmy Stewart charm. Director Ty Roberts has a lot of fun with this historical sports story, giving it a scrappy energy, with the special help of Martin Sheen and Luke Wilson, which makes it just enjoyable to watch. The story is set in football-mad Texas, in the 1930s Great Depression, as farm families are struggling with the one-two punch of that and the Dust Bowl’s extreme drought, a blow that sent many off to California, after losing their farms to foreclosure. But hope arrives in dusty Fort Worth, Texas, in the form of a new president, Franklin Delano Roosevelt, and a new science teacher for Mason Hall, Rusty Russell (Luke Wilson). Russell is going to teach high school science and his wife Juanita (Vinessa Shaw) is going to teach English at the charitable institution run by the Masons, but the real reason Russell was hired is his reputation as a football coach at his previous, more-prosperous high school. The Masonic home and school houses both girls and boys, and while we see a few scenes

On the recommendation of Mason Hall’s resident doctor, Doc Hall (Martin Sheen), the Masons hire Russell with the hope of creating a football team for the school, to give the boys some hope and encouragement. The school does not have much – there is no football field, just a field. The boys don’t even have shoes, much less a football. While the boys are called orphans, that does not necessarily mean their parents are dead, as many were given up by parents unable to support them or even just abandoned, particularly older boys. It is a daunting challenge for Russell, but buoyed by his own inherent optimism and encouragement from wisecracking, alcohol-nipping Doc Hall, the coach/science teacher sets out to make the boys want to play football and become a team.

Russell knows his underfed, scrawny boys can’t just power though the opposing teams, so he draws on his knowledge of physics and a bit of psychology to remake the game of football to give his boys’ speed and grit the advantage. Some of the boys are standouts, like Hardy Brown (Jake Austin Walker). The team has a bare 12 players, not really enough for a full team, and they need to fight to even be able to play against other high school teams. But Russell is driven by his own history as an orphan and his experiences in World War I.

There is just a lot of fun in watching this brains-over-brawn process take place. The cast also features Robert Duvall and Rooster McConaughey,(Texan Mathew’s millionaire brother) in smaller roles. The film is a kind of love letter to dedicated teachers, not just coaches, and there is plenty of inspiration material here but the cast and director frame it with a kind of playful bravura that keep things from getting weighted down by that. While there is little that takes place in the plot that is unexpected, Luke Wilson and Martin Sheen are marvelous, providing plenty of entertainment as they trade quips and tackle their impossible task. There is inspiration galore but lots of pure fun, watching the unlikely coach and players tweak the noses of their snobby opponents.

Director Ty Robert’s script was drawn from Jim Dent’s fact-based book. Of course, the story has a villain (besides the opposing football players) and that is the school’s brutal shop/trade school teacher Frank Wynn (Wayne Knight), playing the kind of despicable character he so often does. Wynn runs the school’s printing shop, which is supposed to teach the boys a trade and also help support the institution, a common thing for institutions of all types in that era but something ripe for abuse. And Wynn is abusive – he has little regard for the boys and proudly proclaims he “runs a tight ship,” always eager to beat the boys for even small infractions and subjecting them to constant demeaning verbal abuse.

There is much to like in this classic underdog story, which was inspired by real events although this is not a documentary-like historical recreation. Some of the events are real, like the big game that starts and ends the film. Mason Hall orphanage and school was real, as well as many of the characters, include coach Russell, Dr. Hall and the boys in the team in that big game. One of the highlights of the film comes with with the end credits, where we get to see photos of the real people and a little bit about what they went on to do, including that quarterback Hardy Brown went on to play 12 seasons in the NFL and the Dr. Hall, who never took a dime for his work at the school, inspired 47 of the home’s students to become doctors.

The film does a wonderful job of capturing the time period, with nice period detail and giving us a sense of the dusty run-down state of the drought-stricken landscape. The photography is fine, with a slight sepia tone and warm tones. Director does a nice job, with nicely framed shots, editing and pacing are perfect, and the right mix of character detail for involving story telling.

The film has a few flaws, some almost surprising given how well-made it is. One is the improbable casting of Larry Pine as FDR, who pops up as a character a couple of times. Despite that FDR is one of the easiest presidents to imitate, Pine doesn’t look like Roosevelt apart from the wheelchair and cigarette holder, but more surprising does not sound anything like him. Instead of FDR’s signature upper-crust New York accent, Pine sports a Southern accent. like the rest of the cast. Maybe Pine thought he was supposed to be playing President Woodrow Wilson. The accent is just so weirdly off, that it is actually distracting in those few scenes.

12 MIGHTY ORPHANS is a winner, an enjoyable and inspiring underdog historical story that transcends its period to connect with the present due to wonderful cast, led by Martin Sheen and Luke Wilson, and its skillful narrative. What could have been just a historic or football story becomes something more, a delightful classic tale anyone can enjoy. 12 MIGHTY ORPHANS opens Friday, June 18, at several theaters.

RATING: 3 out of 4 stars

EASY DOES IT (2019) – Review

Who’s up for a road trip? I’m guessing most folks are, after being cooped up for much of this year. Well, since things aren’t quite back to normal, perhaps a cinematic one would fill the bill. Maybe a state to state jaunt would be in order, with a somewhat shady duo behind the wheel ala’ SMOKEY AND THE BANDIT or THELMA AND LOUISE, perhaps just indulging in an occasional “dine ‘n’ dash” or a “fill-up and flee”. Oh, and aside from the authorities, some roughnecks are on your trail. That’s the elements of the new comic crime caper EASY DOES IT. But with these dimwits churning up dust, nothing is ever easy (especially for the audience).


Down in Mississippi, in the down and dirty alleys and side streets, we meet the story’s two “heroes” as they try to run the old “fight scam”. Jack (Ben Matheny) and Scottie (Matthew Paul Martinez) are going to “duke it out” as the local deplorables place bets on the outcome. When a gentle tap KO’s Scottie, the crowd gets “wise. Luckily the two make a getaway, but without the moola. This upsets their boss at the “greasy spoon”, who has put in his own money. Actually it’s a loan from local crime kingpin King George (Linda Hamilton). The “fightin'” duo barely escape her enforcer “Blue Eyes” (Susan Gordon) as they return to their trailer. In the mail is a postcard from Jack’s mother in San Clemente, CA. It’s a cryptic message: “If you get this, I’m dead. But I left you something under the pier”. Ah ha, sunken treasure, no doubt thinks Jack. After another brush with Blue Eyes the next morning, Jack and Scottie hop in their beaten-up Mustang (?) to head west. But they’ve no funds, so they try to rip-off a local gas station. When that goes “sideways” they take a hostage, the timid salesman Collin (Corey Dumesnil). As the trio begins their trail of petty thievery they attract the attention of the press. Of course, the story makes it to Texas, where Chief Parker (Dwight Henry) and the strutting Officer Owen (Bryan Batt) vow to capture them. With those determined lawmen and Blue Eyes still in pursuit, can Jack, Scottie, and now Collin reach that state of sun, sand, and hidden loot?

I suppose we should begin with the biggest “name” star (as you see below, she’s a good quarter of the poster). Hamilton does give it her best effort with basically a “one-note” character. King starts out angry and continues to fume until her final fade-out. After a brief early sequence in “the vehicle” with Blue and the boys, Hamilton spends the rest of the flick growling into a princess phone while smoking a stogie and pacing about, dressed in one of Edward G. Robinson’s old suits, in a room with tacky furniture and garish purple (yech) walls. It was hoped that her return to the Terminator franchise last year would mark a new entry to interesting film roles, but this unwieldy caricature (cornrows, yeah) is beneath her. I was also familiar with one other actor, Batt who was the beloved, mush missed Salvatore in the early seasons of TV’s “Mad Men”. His role is nearly as cartoonish as he puffs out his chest, boasts of his policing skills, and sports a ‘stache that looks like the “face fur” of Ron Swanson, Thomas Magnum, and Ron Burgundy entangled in a follicle orgy. As for the flick’s main focus, Methany tries to bring a likable Harold Hill conman quality to Jack, but he often comes off as a motor-mouthed, preening, puffy (always working on a joint) dimbulb. But he’s a mastermind compared to Martinez as the hyper-active wide-eyed doofus that is Scottie. His “quirk” is yelling his lines in extreme close-up (often bragging of his Native American heritage), as he slathers latex house paint on his face (no scenes of him trying to remove the sticky, gummy stuff with a turpentine scrubbing). Things don’t pick up as the duo becomes a trio with the addition of Dumesnil as the annoyingly awkward Collin, who appears to have time-traveled from the ABC sitcom classic “Room 222” where he was a “guest star” substitute teacher trying to gain the respect of his students (and the attention of Karen Valentine’s Alice Johnson, no doubt). We’re made to think that Jack And Scottie have “loosened” him up (aided by lotsa’ weed and booze), but he remains an irritating “nerd” cliche. As for their pursuer (think a punk blonde Wile E. Coyote brandishing a Louisville slugger), Gordon fiddles with her transistor radio, hearing baseball play by play relayed by John Goodman (aping Jack Buck) and the news read by Harry Shearer (not Kent Brockman), as she glowers and slams her black leather gloves together in frustration, in an attempt to be menacing.

And who’s the ringleader of this merry band of misfits? First-time feature director Will Addison, who also co-wrote (whoa, there was a script) the film with star Methany. He straddles the line between cloying pretension as the story stops dead several times for arty little monologues that look to have been shot in 8 mm ( the picture becomes a small square in the screen’s center) in which the characters spout off about their dreams and beliefs, and forced Coen brothers-inspired zaniness with lots of jump-cuts, slo-mo, extreme close-ups, and spinning cinematography (a bit of Barry Sonnenfeld perhaps), all in an attempt to keep us interested and make the story seem “edgy’ and fresh. Epic fails on both counts. The attempts at whimsy fall flat especially in the fantasies of their “gas scams” and in the bits of “arty” animation as the buzzed trio see their bottle rockets morph into obliging ladies. And to spice it up a bit Scottie gets “nekid”. A final showdown in the desert might be a tribute to Russ Meyer, but it just reminds us that he did it with much more skill and style nearly 50 years ago. With grating characters, a witless screenplay, and clunky direction, EASY DOES IT is really hard to get through. Really hard. After 90 minutes of this road trip, the living room couch doesn’t seem so bad.

0 Out of 4

EASY DOES IT opens in select theatres and is available as a Video On Demand on most cable and satellite systems, along with many digital streaming apps and platforms

RAISE HELL: THE LIFE AND TIMES OF MOLLY IVINS – Review

Last week I extolled the pleasures of a new documentary feature focused on a very talented singer, Ms. Linda Ronstadt. And this weekend sees the release of another “entertainment personality” doc. Now, it’s not another singer or musician this time. No, it’s not an actress or actor (though, to reference the old line “the world’s a stage”, for her it was more about one American state). And it’s not a painter (though, yes she “painted with words”) or a comedian (even her detractors would have to admit that she was very witty). As you’ve no doubt concluded, this film is all about a writer, not of plays or books (well, collections of her essays became bestsellers), rather she toiled away in the “fourth estate”, newspapers. Yes twenty-somethings, just decade or two ago, folks got their news on folded paper, not this monitor screen or on an app. Some of the writers of columns (usually in the editorial section) became stars, with papers fighting over their services (this happened with comic strip creators in their heyday) and promoting them on billboards along with those other media outlets, radio, and TV. Here’s the true tale of one of the last “ink” superstars: RAISE HELL: THE LIFE AND TIME OF MOLLY IVINS.

In the explosive opening scenes, we see Ms. Ivins at the top of her game, sending Davis Letterman leaning back in his chair, roaring with laughter on his old CBS late-night talk show. After a few more media snippets and speeches we get the basic biofacts on her. Born in 1944, she was the second daughter of a tough, hard-drinking no-nonsense oil and gas exec she nicknamed “the General”. His far-right attitudes inspired Ivins to question, and rebel against authority. The news-writing bug bit her while in high school, and led her to several college papers in her academic career, even studying in Paris before her degree at Columbia’s School of Journalism. Then it was back to Texas with the Houston Chronicle, leading to a staff position way up north at the Minneapolis Tribune, annoying bosses and readers with her pieces on the rising 60s hippie movement. But the “Lone Star” state kept drawing her back like a magnet. During her time with the Texas Observer, folklorist John Henry Faulk became a mentor and future governor Ann Richards became a BFF. During a tenure at the Rocky Mountain Times, her coverage of Elvis Presley’s funeral caught the attention of the big leagues, namely the New York Times. But the “Grey Lady” balked at Ivins’ double entendres (the “chicken” story is a hoot). Luckily her home still wanted her, with an offer from the Dallas Times Herald to write about anything she wanted. That “anything” was mainly Texas society and the wacky hi-jinks of the state legislature. As Ivins’ popularity grew, she relied on the bottle too much, often getting the “rep” as a “mean nasty drunk”. Her columns were soon syndicated around the country to nearly 400 papers, as Texas politics became America’s politics with the rise of the Bush family dynasty (she dubbed George W. “shrub”). As her book collections became bestsellers, Ivins had to face her biggest challenge when aggressive cancer struck her at the end of the 90s. This never dimmed her formidable intelligence and caustic wit.

Filmmaker Janice Engel, in her feature film debut, with an assist from co-writer Monique Zavistovski, has put together a breezy, fast-paced look at the life of one of the greatest commentators (politics and life itself) of the last sixty or so years. The stills of Ivins’ early family and academic life are quite astounding, tweaked by the effects to seem to move and “push out” towards us, but Engels “fudges’ a bit with reenactments (hands poring glasses, “rowdies” cavorting, etc.) though none are too intrusive. And luckily there’s lots of footage of the subject, aside from the Letterman clip, she seems to have been a fixture of the cable channel C-SPAN II. A couple of times, detractors get through on the “question phone line”, their insults are like “water off the back of duck” to Ivins as she appears to almost roll her eyes with a sigh of “oh well”. Plus there are lots of clips of her at the podium, amusing big crowds, and at book signings in more intimate spaces. And yes, we get the “talking heads”, but there’s a wide variety of interviewees, ranging from co-workers and family to adoring fellow Texas news folks like Jim Hightower and Dan Rather and one inspired current political reporter, Rachel Maddow. The warmest words come from archival footage of the late Ms. Richards, who recalls the “wild times” with a twinkle in her eye, coming off almost like a sorority sister. The film’s biggest strength is Ivins’ own retelling of some legendary encounters, first with the “uptight” editors and management of the New York Times (how did they think she would be a “good fit”), then with the Texas lawmakers. The funniest example may be their zeal to “shut down” the gay community by banning a certain…act. Then deciding that married heterosexual couples can’t “enjoy” it also. In the third act, the story gets emotional as Ivins comes to grips with her alcohol abuse (seeing too many hard-drinking “newshounds” in old movies like Bogie in DEADLINE U.S.A.), then the fights against the cancer that would claim her a dozen years ago. Here the “congressional court jester” becomes a true flawed, but a heroic human being, unafraid to be seen with little or no hair, a “Hellraiser” to her last breath (or typed line). The stories of those final days from her devoted brother Andy are quite moving. Her last quote is a resounding call to action, one that needs to be heard in these turbulent times with the press under attack (I have a feeling she’d be sporting an “Enemy of the People” button or shirt today). RAISE HELL: THE LIFE AND TIMES OF MOLLY IVINS is itself quite inspiring, essential viewing for political “junkies” and newsprint fanatics. The film just makes you wish she were still with us. Can you imagine the “Twitter war” with ….you know who?

3 Out of 4 Stars

RAISE HELL: THE LIFE AND TIMES OF MOLLY IVINS opens everywhere and screens exclusively in the St. Louis area at Landmark’s Tivoli Theatre

TRIAL BY FIRE (2018) – Review

Yes, we know that Summer arrived at the multiplex three weeks ago with a certain superhero blockbuster, and the screens are slowly filling with more action franchise entries, raunchy comedies, and feature-length animated flicks. But that doesn’t mean a somber drama has to wait till the “award bait” clutter of the Fall and Winter. Particularly one based on “actual events”, and whose topic is a political “hot button” (the next presidential race is already heating up). This film belongs to a subset of “prison dramas”, stories set in the ole’ “grey-bar hotel” reach back into the silent days and were strong companion pieces to the gangster flicks in the early “talkies” era. That subset would be the “big house’s” final stop: death row. The focus being characters not doing “hard time”, but the “end time”, waiting for the “long walk” and hopefully a last minute call from the governor. Movies like I WANT TO LIVE and DEAD MAN WALKING, based on real cases, have mixed non-fiction drama with the suspense thriller. That’s the tone with this story from the early nineties with a brutal family tragedy giving extra power to the old adage TRIAL BY FIRE.

The tragedy begins in the early 1990s on a chilly early morning in a small Texas town. A little girl playing near her porch sees smoke billowing out of the ramshackle house across the street. A shirtless man runs screaming out of the front door. He uses his car’s tire iron to shatter a window, which releases a furious fireball. The man is Cameron (‘Cam’) Todd Willingham (Jack O’Connell), father of three young girls, twin toddlers and their pre-k sister, trapped inside the inferno. The fire department arrives moments before mother Stacy (Emily Meade), who was at work. But they are all too late to save the children. Investigators pour through the rubble and conclude that Cam committed arson (just look at those Satanic heavy metal posters on his wall). The grieving father is arrested on his way home from the funeral. The trial seems a mere “formality” as Cam’s ineffectual defense attorney never challenges the detectives, nor the con who says that Cam confessed to the crime when they shared a cell or the witnesses to the violent fights between Cam and Stacy. The verdict is guilty, the sentence: death by lethal injection. In prison, Cam is threatened by inmates, beaten by the guards, and forgotten by family and friends as the years tick by, waiting for that date with “the needle”. Seven years later, in another part of the state, playwright and divorced mother Elizabeth Gilbert (Laura Dern) stops her car to help a stranded motorist. The grateful woman asks for her address, saying that others would appreciate her kindness. Soon Elizabeth gets a long letter from Cam. She’s touched and despite the jeers from her teenage kids and her “book/wine club”, Elizabeth drives the two hours to meet with Cam at the prison. He soon becomes her “pet project’ as she pours over the court transcripts and contacts members of the Innocence Project. But as Cam’s “date with death’ is finally announced, can Elizabeth convince the authorities to reopen the case and forestall that long walk to the “death chamber”?

The often familiar tale is firmly anchored by the committed lead performance by the energetic Mr. O’Connell (UNBROKEN) who makes Cam a most challenging “underdog’. Perhaps he’s his own “worst enemy” as he lashes out in the courtroom (though he’s certainly justified) and on his entry to the “big house”, antagonizing the inmates and staff. Though he’s furious at the system, O’Connell shows us that most of Cam’s anger is directed at himself, disappointed that he couldn’t fight the flames and save “them babies”. In the story’s third act the wild beast inside is somewhat tamed as O’Connell gives us a “roughneck” now tenderized by his need for human contact. The actor has excellent support from two terrific actresses, easily switching “dance partners”. First is the complex relationship with wife Stacy, played with unpredictable volatility by Meade. Perhaps their chemistry began when the two actors first played man and wife three years ago in easily the best scene of the comedy/drama MONEY MONSTER (she’s brought in to calm him and get him to take off his explosive vest, but instead taunts him, screeching “Go ahead an’ blow yer’ self up! Ya’ ain’t man enough!”). In the pre “incident’ scenes Meade’s Stacy is “beaten down’ by her double work shifts and frayed by notions of her hubby’s wandering eye. She shifts gears at trial time, becoming Cam’s staunchest defender (much more than his listless council), forming a vocal “tag-team” to berate the whole legal “circus”. But the years apart forces her to leave his side, as she too is beaten down by life and loss. Then in steps Dern as the open-minded, “fresh-eyed” Elizabeth, whose helpful, giving attitude is often mistaken for naivety and weakness. But she too is a “force of nature’ and a “justice soldier” going not only against those who would forget Cam but clashing with her own family and friends, afraid she’s another of those desperate older ladies smitten with the ultimate “bad boys”. But Dern’s Gilbert has a good “B.S. detector”, and calls out Cam when he tries to “snow” her. Dern’s most effective as she pleads with the hardened “Truth” agencies and is a “junior Columbo” as she gets some of the principals to ‘spill” too much. Though few of them are as tough as her teenage daughter Julie, played with a stubborn streak (and no filter) by the superb Jade Pettyjohn, who was also formidable earlier this year as another hard-edged daughter in DESTROYER (keep on eye on her career). There’s also great work by Chris Coy as the “DR” supervising guard Daniels who slowly starts to respect Cam, and by McKinley Belcher III as Cam’s “next cell neighbor” Ponchai who opens the distraught Cam to the possibility of a ‘second chance”.

Veteran director Edward Zwick (GLORY) directs this indictment of the “system’ with righteous fury, but tempers his passion to gives us a subject that’s hard to embrace at times, let along “root for”. In that initial first act, we can almost understand why Cam is “thrown away”, so Zwick shows us that the courts can act more as a punisher of the past rather than for the accused’s current crime. The screenplay by Geoffrey (PRECIOUS) Fletcher, adapting David Grann’s New Yorker article and utilizing Willingham’s own letters, ably handles the midway shift in tone, from criminal trial to blossoming friendship leading to new hope. Some creative choices, like Cam’s visits from the growing ghosts of her kids, remind us of more subtle scenes in MONSTER’S BALL and DEAD MAN WALKING (still powerful after nearly 25 years) and nearly drift into maudlin fantasy territory, but Zwick gets the “plot train” back on track, and chugging towards a finale that’s a rousing call for action, despite a real incident that feels almost contrived, one that denies us the dramatic final scene we anticipated (darn life throwing us a curve again). And just as our emotions are nearly drained, Zwick “bats the last runner in” with a news clip that will have many remembering and shaking their head in disgust. TRIAL BY FIRE, though a familiar docudrama” still delivers the heat.

4 Out of 5

TRIAL BY FIRE opens everywhere and screens exclusively in St. Louis at Landmark’s Plaza Frontenac Cinemas and Tivoli Theatre

TOWER – Review

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One of 2016’s best documentaries is another look at a seminal moment in America’s struggle with crime and violence. Like many previous docs, it’s an examination of a mass murder. Now basic cable TV channels (and network “newsmagazines”) are filled with such, now almost commonplace, events. What makes this film unique is the subject, namely the very first mass shooting just over fifty years ago. The other aspect that makes this work is special is its approach and use of a high-tech upgrade of a movie device that dates back over 90 years. This enables the film makers to expertly transport us to that hot summer day in 1966, as a madman spewed death from the top of a college TOWER.

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Director Keith Maitland, like many documentarians, makes use of archival news footage and radio recordings to convey the horror of Charles Whitman’s rampage at the University of Texas. And, like other docs, we hear the stories of all the survivors, the people who were there that fateful day. But it’s not merely “talking heads’ confessing to an unseen interrogator. Maitland uses actors to recreate the stories in a most unorthodox way. Yes, the young cast is clothed in vintage attire, and are driving classic autos. These “re-enactments” aren’t digitally scratched up to look like frayed 16 or 8mm  film stock. Nor are the colors desaturated or muted to mask the principals in a haze of memory and nostalgia. Quite the opposite actually. Because he couldn’t gain access to many of the actual locales, Maitland used the modern version of the animation technique known as “rotoscoping”. This was a process invented and patented by the Fleischer Studios in the 1920’s. An actor would be filmed (for its first uses it was one of the Fleischer brothers, Dave) going about some bit of action. The finished footage would be projected onto the animator’s desk, who would trace the movements for a more realistic motion. Other studios used this method, particularly the Disney staff for the princess, prince, and evil queen in SNOW WHITE AND THE SEVEN DWARFS, even into the 70’s and 80’s with Ralph Bakshi’s version of LORD OF THE RINGS. With the dawn of a new century, computer software enabled directors such as Richard Linklater to enhance the look of his films WAKING LIFE and A SCANNER DARKLY. Aside from being able to seamlessly drop the players into the 60’s locations, this tech gives the film a vibrancy and immediacy. Colors can shift from bright “day-glo” psychedelics to somber silver and gray hues to enhance the dramatic effect and shift the tone and mood. Much as with graphic novels, the backdrops can go from detailed realism to a flaring, pulsating abstract swash of color to convey the sense of fear and anxiety. This dynamic storytelling technique makes this first-hand accounts more compelling, drawing us in as few non-fiction features have before. As that old TV show proclaimed “You Are There!”.

Considering the tragic story, it may seem odd to say that this film is often hypnotically beautiful. This not to say that the style is greater than its substance. Director Maitland expertly intertwines several engrossing individual stories of courage. There’s the pregnant student lying on the hot pavement with her gravely wounded beau, while potential rescuers are kept at bay. College kids and police head toward the onslaught. A twelve-year old paperboy and his younger cousin are caught in the crossfire. In the film’s final moments the rotoscoped dopplegangers are stripped away to reveal the real people who generously relive the nightmare (those who have seen passed on are also honored). We’re reminded that this was huge news when we view an editorial from “the most trusted man on TV”, Walter Cronkite (glorified violent images in entertainment mixed with easy access to firearms, still a potent message). And now the mass shooting is almost a monthly news staple, as the final act unspools a montage of horror: Columbine, Sandy Hook, and so on…and on. TOWER is superb riveting reminder of the real human cost of these now nearly commonplace tragedies.

5 Out of 5

TOWER screens Friday January 20th through Sunday January 22nd at Webster University’s Moore Auditorium (470 East Lockwood). the movie starts at 7:30 all three evenings

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