Note: this review is featured on the Phoenix Film Festival’s website.
Denzel Washington is the most reliable star in the film industry. His films have earned over $2 billion without the help of a franchise and he’s garnered two Oscar wins. He’s an easy man to like because of his tremendous acting abilities and his natural gravitas on screen. It’s a given, then, that his performance in The Equalizer is magnetic and involving, even if the work around him falters in excess and repetitiveness. The film follows Robert McCall (Denzel Washington), a worker at a home improvement store that puts in solid work and receives plenty of respect from his co-workers. He’s a charming, carefree man that knows just how to be a people pleaser. But he lives a simple, empty life, with his apartment barely furnished while his cleaning and daily activities are meticulous. He doesn’t seem fit for the job he has because there’s something off.
He meets Teri (Chloë Grace Moretz), a young call girl who frequents a diner that Robert visits when he should be sleeping. Teri is an aspiring singer and involves herself with a Russian pimp that forces her into unappealing interactions with clients. She hates her work and Robert hates seeing her so helpless; she takes interest in his reading materials and they talk for a while. She discovers some details about his past and he sees her being hit by the Russian men that front the operation, so naturally he seeks out revenge. The story ultimately deserts Teri and follows Robert on his quest to take down everyone in the Russian organization, while Robert reveals that he certainly has some skills that he wasn’t showing anyone. The driving force of the film is the mystery surrounding Robert’s abilities and just how ahead of his adversaries he really is. 
Washington’s performance makes the film watchable. He’s a true force in front of the camera and can easily place charm and compassion into a scene without a semblance of force. His character has the traits of a clichéd man with a secret, in that he’s too organized and seems too nice. It’s only natural that someone like Washington can pull off the transformation into a genuine badass as the film plays out. Director Antoine Fuqua uses his central character as the pivot point from which he can stylize his violent showdowns. The film earns its hard-R rating by pushing some buttons for fans of impressively choreographed violence, even if it excessively leans on blood as a means of demonstrating Robert’s power. The film falls into repetition when constantly showing his violent acts, particularly as the conclusion leans on an overblown set piece. 
Fuqua employs a strange technique that never meshes with the narrative, playing rock music over montages of Washington walking in slow motion. Once would certainly be enough, but the film incorporates montage far too often, losing its effect. The film also runs a lengthy 132 minutes, which grows evident in the final half hour showdown that seemingly never ends. There are structural problems that abound in the film’s middle act: an overemphasis on stenciled Russian villains, the disappearance of Teri after she seems important but only exists for propelling the plot, and a stagnation of Robert’s character. But the film’s central gimmick pays off in a reveal that feels authentic if only because it’s the most plausible option. The Equalizer never rises above standard action fare, but Washington makes the film engaging and elevates suspect developments. 
Grade: ★★★ (out of 5)

Note: this review is featured on the Phoenix Film Festival’s website.

Denzel Washington is the most reliable star in the film industry. His films have earned over $2 billion without the help of a franchise and he’s garnered two Oscar wins. He’s an easy man to like because of his tremendous acting abilities and his natural gravitas on screen. It’s a given, then, that his performance in The Equalizer is magnetic and involving, even if the work around him falters in excess and repetitiveness. The film follows Robert McCall (Denzel Washington), a worker at a home improvement store that puts in solid work and receives plenty of respect from his co-workers. He’s a charming, carefree man that knows just how to be a people pleaser. But he lives a simple, empty life, with his apartment barely furnished while his cleaning and daily activities are meticulous. He doesn’t seem fit for the job he has because there’s something off.

He meets Teri (Chloë Grace Moretz), a young call girl who frequents a diner that Robert visits when he should be sleeping. Teri is an aspiring singer and involves herself with a Russian pimp that forces her into unappealing interactions with clients. She hates her work and Robert hates seeing her so helpless; she takes interest in his reading materials and they talk for a while. She discovers some details about his past and he sees her being hit by the Russian men that front the operation, so naturally he seeks out revenge. The story ultimately deserts Teri and follows Robert on his quest to take down everyone in the Russian organization, while Robert reveals that he certainly has some skills that he wasn’t showing anyone. The driving force of the film is the mystery surrounding Robert’s abilities and just how ahead of his adversaries he really is. 

Washington’s performance makes the film watchable. He’s a true force in front of the camera and can easily place charm and compassion into a scene without a semblance of force. His character has the traits of a clichéd man with a secret, in that he’s too organized and seems too nice. It’s only natural that someone like Washington can pull off the transformation into a genuine badass as the film plays out. Director Antoine Fuqua uses his central character as the pivot point from which he can stylize his violent showdowns. The film earns its hard-R rating by pushing some buttons for fans of impressively choreographed violence, even if it excessively leans on blood as a means of demonstrating Robert’s power. The film falls into repetition when constantly showing his violent acts, particularly as the conclusion leans on an overblown set piece. 

Fuqua employs a strange technique that never meshes with the narrative, playing rock music over montages of Washington walking in slow motion. Once would certainly be enough, but the film incorporates montage far too often, losing its effect. The film also runs a lengthy 132 minutes, which grows evident in the final half hour showdown that seemingly never ends. There are structural problems that abound in the film’s middle act: an overemphasis on stenciled Russian villains, the disappearance of Teri after she seems important but only exists for propelling the plot, and a stagnation of Robert’s character. But the film’s central gimmick pays off in a reveal that feels authentic if only because it’s the most plausible option. The Equalizer never rises above standard action fare, but Washington makes the film engaging and elevates suspect developments. 

Grade: ★★ (out of 5)

Note: this review is featured on the Phoenix Film Festival’s website.
Laika Studios has created some of the finest animated films in the last decade. Coraline explored the manner in which animation can tackle adult themes within a children’s narrative while ParaNorman encapsulated how innovate and breathtaking stop-motion can be when employed in genre storytelling. The company has produced forward-thinking, imaginative, and brilliant stories that defiantly go against the computer-generated standards within the industry. Their streak continues with The Boxtrolls, a delightfully inventive work that excites through its sly, witty humor and effortless character development. Children’s films do not need silly jokes every two minutes in order to supposedly appease the audience; instead, the filmmakers understand the impact that visually remarkable storytelling can have on any viewer, old and young, and how touching stories will create a deeper emotional impression than any spoon-fed, manufactured cinema. 

The story revolves around a fateful night where Archibald Snatcher (Ben Kingsley) convinces an entire town that Boxtrolls are evil. He’s a shifty, deplorable man that wants to elevate his class and become someone important in society. So he simply convinces everyone that Boxtrolls plan to steal everyone’s children after Eggs (Isaac Hempstead Wright) is taken from his home and never returns to human life. Instead, he’s raised by the titular cave-dwelling trash collectors that nurture him like he’s their son. They are compassionate, loyal creatures that don’t speak a lick of English but communicate wonderfully with one another and enjoy the finer elements of the life happening right above them. Snatcher plans to exterminate the Boxtrolls in order to be accepted into the “White Hat” society within their town, which is comprised of four wealthy men that sit around, eat cheese, and feel great about themselves. 
Poignancy always emerges within Laika’s films. I’m not sure if it’s the delicacy of the animation and the countless hours they spend creating every scene, or just the foundational developments that remain so wholly realized and unique. Snatcher is such a triumphantly exciting character, one that’s both despicable and understandable. He has his weird quirks, including but not limited to dressing as a woman for burlesque shows and having a tragic allergy to all cheeses. Kingsley does an extraordinary job with the voice work, allowing the audience to get a semblance of his emotional core despite his generally spiteful, immoral actions. There’s also a gleeful approach to the animation in terms of the cinematography on display; most animated films don’t get recognized for their spacial work, but there are some gorgeous scenic shots and use of background/foreground jokes that I found hilarious. The supporting players bring a great sense of comedic timing too, with Richard Ayoade and Nick Frost providing a modern, dry twist on a variation of Laurel & Hardy.
There’s a brilliant moment in the film’s conclusion that might be one of the funniest and most striking moments ever in an animated film, since it cracks jokes about the filmmaking while simultaneously helping the audience visualize how much work goes into Laika’s stop-motion. And while the film carries some flaws, particularly when it falls into traditional narrative trappings (like toying with the audience’s emotion about whether central characters are dead when, in fact, they are most certainly not), the narrative always harkens back to its beautiful heart. There are strong, dark currents underneath the story, particularly explicit hints at racial/ethnic persecution (with imagery that may potentially suggest genocide), but the characters at the center care deeply about one another and want others to love as they do. The Boxtrolls is more than simple family fare: it’s an exquisitely breathtaking, hilarious, and emotionally resonant triumph. 


Grade: ★★★★ (out of 5)
See my full video review right HERE.

Note: this review is featured on the Phoenix Film Festival’s website.

Laika Studios has created some of the finest animated films in the last decade. Coraline explored the manner in which animation can tackle adult themes within a children’s narrative while ParaNorman encapsulated how innovate and breathtaking stop-motion can be when employed in genre storytelling. The company has produced forward-thinking, imaginative, and brilliant stories that defiantly go against the computer-generated standards within the industry. Their streak continues with The Boxtrolls, a delightfully inventive work that excites through its sly, witty humor and effortless character development. Children’s films do not need silly jokes every two minutes in order to supposedly appease the audience; instead, the filmmakers understand the impact that visually remarkable storytelling can have on any viewer, old and young, and how touching stories will create a deeper emotional impression than any spoon-fed, manufactured cinema. 

The story revolves around a fateful night where Archibald Snatcher (Ben Kingsley) convinces an entire town that Boxtrolls are evil. He’s a shifty, deplorable man that wants to elevate his class and become someone important in society. So he simply convinces everyone that Boxtrolls plan to steal everyone’s children after Eggs (Isaac Hempstead Wright) is taken from his home and never returns to human life. Instead, he’s raised by the titular cave-dwelling trash collectors that nurture him like he’s their son. They are compassionate, loyal creatures that don’t speak a lick of English but communicate wonderfully with one another and enjoy the finer elements of the life happening right above them. Snatcher plans to exterminate the Boxtrolls in order to be accepted into the “White Hat” society within their town, which is comprised of four wealthy men that sit around, eat cheese, and feel great about themselves. 

Poignancy always emerges within Laika’s films. I’m not sure if it’s the delicacy of the animation and the countless hours they spend creating every scene, or just the foundational developments that remain so wholly realized and unique. Snatcher is such a triumphantly exciting character, one that’s both despicable and understandable. He has his weird quirks, including but not limited to dressing as a woman for burlesque shows and having a tragic allergy to all cheeses. Kingsley does an extraordinary job with the voice work, allowing the audience to get a semblance of his emotional core despite his generally spiteful, immoral actions. There’s also a gleeful approach to the animation in terms of the cinematography on display; most animated films don’t get recognized for their spacial work, but there are some gorgeous scenic shots and use of background/foreground jokes that I found hilarious. The supporting players bring a great sense of comedic timing too, with Richard Ayoade and Nick Frost providing a modern, dry twist on a variation of Laurel & Hardy.

There’s a brilliant moment in the film’s conclusion that might be one of the funniest and most striking moments ever in an animated film, since it cracks jokes about the filmmaking while simultaneously helping the audience visualize how much work goes into Laika’s stop-motion. And while the film carries some flaws, particularly when it falls into traditional narrative trappings (like toying with the audience’s emotion about whether central characters are dead when, in fact, they are most certainly not), the narrative always harkens back to its beautiful heart. There are strong, dark currents underneath the story, particularly explicit hints at racial/ethnic persecution (with imagery that may potentially suggest genocide), but the characters at the center care deeply about one another and want others to love as they do. The Boxtrolls is more than simple family fare: it’s an exquisitely breathtaking, hilarious, and emotionally resonant triumph. 

Grade: ★★★ (out of 5)

See my full video review right HERE.

Note: this review is featured on the Phoenix Film Festival’s website.
Films that aim to tackle religion comedically and from multiple viewpoints often lose themselves on their journey. Believe Me, unfortunately, falls into that trap of being aggressively against religion while simultaneously crafting kind, likable characters within religion. That makes for an uncomfortable dichotomy that grows from the central characters conning religious believers for personal gain. While atheists may revel in the susceptibility of religious characters to believe anything, the film presents the college seniors at the heart of the film as arrogant, self-involved pricks. Not exactly the best dynamic. The film focuses on Sam (Alex Russell), a student that loses his scholarship for the semester after realizing that he has yet to pay for summer classes, leading to financial ruin. He can think of no alternatives or solutions, considering dropping out of school rather than find a way to make money. 
And then it clicks. He sees the success that churches have with raising money for mission trips and good causes, discovering that in a conversation with a church-going girl that details how it’s difficult to track money when accrued like that. He figures they can do one fundraiser for helping kids in Africa (as if that already wasn’t a clichéd, privileged concept) and pocket almost all of the money. But afterwards, they are approached by members of one of the biggest religious groups in the United States to go on tour across the country. Most of Sam’s friends are reluctant, with Pierce (Miles Fisher) standing opposed only until he finds out that money is involved. Tyler (Sinqua Walls) thinks it’s immoral but doesn’t want to lose his friends, while Baker (Max Adler) plays along because he’s there for the ride. Sam’s also driven by his lust for one of the organization’s leaders, Callie (Johanna Braddy), who unfortunately is tied to Gabriel (Zachary Knighton), a musician that leads the church’s band. 
The film is sprinkled with comedic supporting actors, with Nick Offerman shining terrifically as Sam’s financial/academic advisor. His solemn advice on life is hilariously delivered and oddly misplaced in a film that doesn’t carry the same style of humor. Christopher McDonald plays the organization’s leader that wants them to be the best they can; he’s an honorable, decent man that never plays the fool in relation to religion. It’s a relief considering much of the film acts as a group therapy session for bashing religion and the gullibility of its members. I’m not a religious man myself, often believing many of the things that the main characters preach about religion. But when the faith within the film itself isn’t mean-spirited and isn’t harming anyone, then why is it something to mock? It undermines the film’s focal argument by insisting that these characters are committing corrupt actions but that they are justified due to the fallibility of religion.
Believe Me falls into that set of religious films that doesn’t say all that much about religion itself. There’s a surprisingly intimate scene late in the film between Sam and Callie, discussing the nature of his business and just how malevolent and awful he is. It’s rare these days to see films address their antiheroes with such candor, yet in doing so reminds us of just how unlikable the protagonists are. There’s nothing particularly charming about their actions because most of the film involves them wallowing in the money they’ve stolen from good individuals. Religious characters are treated as the level-minded, guilt-free individuals, another compelling characterization due to the way that cinema lambasts religion. Yet the narrative never works with Believe Me's message, particularly when the story gets familiarly messy and has every character discover everything about everyone. There's a certain intrigue behind the film's portrayal of religion, but the story falls flat and uses malice as its lead voice. 
Grade: ★★ (out of 5)

Note: this review is featured on the Phoenix Film Festival’s website.

Films that aim to tackle religion comedically and from multiple viewpoints often lose themselves on their journey. Believe Me, unfortunately, falls into that trap of being aggressively against religion while simultaneously crafting kind, likable characters within religion. That makes for an uncomfortable dichotomy that grows from the central characters conning religious believers for personal gain. While atheists may revel in the susceptibility of religious characters to believe anything, the film presents the college seniors at the heart of the film as arrogant, self-involved pricks. Not exactly the best dynamic. The film focuses on Sam (Alex Russell), a student that loses his scholarship for the semester after realizing that he has yet to pay for summer classes, leading to financial ruin. He can think of no alternatives or solutions, considering dropping out of school rather than find a way to make money. 

And then it clicks. He sees the success that churches have with raising money for mission trips and good causes, discovering that in a conversation with a church-going girl that details how it’s difficult to track money when accrued like that. He figures they can do one fundraiser for helping kids in Africa (as if that already wasn’t a clichéd, privileged concept) and pocket almost all of the money. But afterwards, they are approached by members of one of the biggest religious groups in the United States to go on tour across the country. Most of Sam’s friends are reluctant, with Pierce (Miles Fisher) standing opposed only until he finds out that money is involved. Tyler (Sinqua Walls) thinks it’s immoral but doesn’t want to lose his friends, while Baker (Max Adler) plays along because he’s there for the ride. Sam’s also driven by his lust for one of the organization’s leaders, Callie (Johanna Braddy), who unfortunately is tied to Gabriel (Zachary Knighton), a musician that leads the church’s band. 

The film is sprinkled with comedic supporting actors, with Nick Offerman shining terrifically as Sam’s financial/academic advisor. His solemn advice on life is hilariously delivered and oddly misplaced in a film that doesn’t carry the same style of humor. Christopher McDonald plays the organization’s leader that wants them to be the best they can; he’s an honorable, decent man that never plays the fool in relation to religion. It’s a relief considering much of the film acts as a group therapy session for bashing religion and the gullibility of its members. I’m not a religious man myself, often believing many of the things that the main characters preach about religion. But when the faith within the film itself isn’t mean-spirited and isn’t harming anyone, then why is it something to mock? It undermines the film’s focal argument by insisting that these characters are committing corrupt actions but that they are justified due to the fallibility of religion.

Believe Me falls into that set of religious films that doesn’t say all that much about religion itself. There’s a surprisingly intimate scene late in the film between Sam and Callie, discussing the nature of his business and just how malevolent and awful he is. It’s rare these days to see films address their antiheroes with such candor, yet in doing so reminds us of just how unlikable the protagonists are. There’s nothing particularly charming about their actions because most of the film involves them wallowing in the money they’ve stolen from good individuals. Religious characters are treated as the level-minded, guilt-free individuals, another compelling characterization due to the way that cinema lambasts religion. Yet the narrative never works with Believe Me's message, particularly when the story gets familiarly messy and has every character discover everything about everyone. There's a certain intrigue behind the film's portrayal of religion, but the story falls flat and uses malice as its lead voice. 

Grade: ★ (out of 5)

Note: this review is featured on the Phoenix Film Festival’s website.
Good People starts with a promising opening scene. The camera observes men watching a group of people arriving at a nightclub during the day. They’re preparing to rob the place, and more specifically take down Khan (Omar Sy), a drug kingpin that sells liquid heroin. They enter the club with the camera holding in dashboard view from the car, with the audience only hearing the gunshots and seeing one of the men sprint into the car and another get killed in front of the windshield. The remaining man drives off with the money and the story begins. It’s a compelling, well-shot introduction that hints at far more innovative storytelling than delivered. Instead, the narrative picks up with Tom Wright (James Franco), a handyman that’s struggling to make a significant living while a house he received from a family member enters foreclosure. These are trying times. 
Anna (Kate Hudson), Tom’s wife, is a school teacher that’s struggling to get pregnant. Her sister is facing a dire financial situation and the family just seems to be in disarray. Lo and behold, Tom and Anna discover their tenant living in their basement (bear with the story) has been dead for days and that he was part of the aforementioned robbery at the beginning of the film. They find the money, an investigation begins, and they become entangled in the web of crime. The title refers to the two main characters that are decidedly good people, but do they remain good after they steal the money and must resort to deplorable actions in order to overcome their troubles? The couple are at the center of John Halden’s (Tom Wilkinson) investigation, who has been tracking Khan for years and isn’t as respected as he should be. He realizes that the opportunity could arise for them to work together and take down this man once and for all. 
Crime thrillers need to instill themselves with a sense of urgency and inventiveness in order to be distinguishable from the norm. Good People decides that it needs the contrivances of the genre in order to tell its narrative, allowing the second half to fall into predictably bland territory. The story is thin and doesn’t provide much past the initial set-up, while characters are given ten minutes at the beginning to develop so that the rest of the film can move briskly. I could make a commercial about how thinly scripted the film is and frame the ad just like those paper towel ones to show how much better it can be. The film admittedly embraces its absurdities as it grows toward a remarkably violent, bloody conclusion that turns into a cat-and-mouse game within the foreclosed house. There’s a Saw-like feel to the kills and how callous the murders are, particularly when the central characters get brought into the mix. 
The performances are committed and Hudson shines in a role that barely scratches at her potential as an actress. She has always struck me as a talented woman on screen that chooses empty roles, but every time she gets a semblance of development she makes an impression. Franco mostly looks bored with his work while Sy is delegated to strange, foreign villain that the story doesn’t need to develop. Wilkinson is the best performance of the bunch because he’s always wonderful; here, he elevates the minor material. Despite these shortcomings, there’s nothing exceptionally bad about Good People, which might hurt it even more. Running 81 minutes with very little momentum also shows the emaciated and confused nature of the narrative, particularly with the conclusion yielding a cheesy joke reminiscent of a heartwarming indie. The film unfortunately runs its course quickly and never finds its own style.
Grade: ★★ (out of 5)

Note: this review is featured on the Phoenix Film Festival’s website.

Good People starts with a promising opening scene. The camera observes men watching a group of people arriving at a nightclub during the day. They’re preparing to rob the place, and more specifically take down Khan (Omar Sy), a drug kingpin that sells liquid heroin. They enter the club with the camera holding in dashboard view from the car, with the audience only hearing the gunshots and seeing one of the men sprint into the car and another get killed in front of the windshield. The remaining man drives off with the money and the story begins. It’s a compelling, well-shot introduction that hints at far more innovative storytelling than delivered. Instead, the narrative picks up with Tom Wright (James Franco), a handyman that’s struggling to make a significant living while a house he received from a family member enters foreclosure. These are trying times. 

Anna (Kate Hudson), Tom’s wife, is a school teacher that’s struggling to get pregnant. Her sister is facing a dire financial situation and the family just seems to be in disarray. Lo and behold, Tom and Anna discover their tenant living in their basement (bear with the story) has been dead for days and that he was part of the aforementioned robbery at the beginning of the film. They find the money, an investigation begins, and they become entangled in the web of crime. The title refers to the two main characters that are decidedly good people, but do they remain good after they steal the money and must resort to deplorable actions in order to overcome their troubles? The couple are at the center of John Halden’s (Tom Wilkinson) investigation, who has been tracking Khan for years and isn’t as respected as he should be. He realizes that the opportunity could arise for them to work together and take down this man once and for all. 

Crime thrillers need to instill themselves with a sense of urgency and inventiveness in order to be distinguishable from the norm. Good People decides that it needs the contrivances of the genre in order to tell its narrative, allowing the second half to fall into predictably bland territory. The story is thin and doesn’t provide much past the initial set-up, while characters are given ten minutes at the beginning to develop so that the rest of the film can move briskly. I could make a commercial about how thinly scripted the film is and frame the ad just like those paper towel ones to show how much better it can be. The film admittedly embraces its absurdities as it grows toward a remarkably violent, bloody conclusion that turns into a cat-and-mouse game within the foreclosed house. There’s a Saw-like feel to the kills and how callous the murders are, particularly when the central characters get brought into the mix. 

The performances are committed and Hudson shines in a role that barely scratches at her potential as an actress. She has always struck me as a talented woman on screen that chooses empty roles, but every time she gets a semblance of development she makes an impression. Franco mostly looks bored with his work while Sy is delegated to strange, foreign villain that the story doesn’t need to develop. Wilkinson is the best performance of the bunch because he’s always wonderful; here, he elevates the minor material. Despite these shortcomings, there’s nothing exceptionally bad about Good People, which might hurt it even more. Running 81 minutes with very little momentum also shows the emaciated and confused nature of the narrative, particularly with the conclusion yielding a cheesy joke reminiscent of a heartwarming indie. The film unfortunately runs its course quickly and never finds its own style.

Grade: ★ (out of 5)

Note: this review is featured on the Phoenix Film Festival’s website.
Hector and the Search for Happiness is an optimistic, overlong slog that delivers moments of genuine happiness with a dash of cultural insensitivity and simplicity. As a comedy, its humor ranges from slapstick to character-driven to stereotypical, all sometimes within one scene. As a drama, its scenes are repetitive and follow formulaic notions of how relationships work and where conflict should arise. There’s a growing sense of an identity crisis for the film, eerily mirroring its protagonist, Hector (Simon Pegg). He’s a psychiatrist that seems to be tired of the monotony of his days: his wife, Clara (Rosamund Pike), always makes him the same kind of breakfast to start the morning; he encounters the same patients each day who increasingly complain about the same issues; and he lacks a social life and friends. He has always lived a safe, simple life, so he figures why not complicate things if that means finding himself along the way?
Hector decides to traverse the globe in order to find the secret to happiness, which he believes can be studied and found in particular ways. He logs various explanations throughout his trip, including some on his journey to China where he befriends Edward (Stellan Skarsgård). The film begins a globe-trotting phase where it briskly moves from one setting to the next, assigning an explanation to happiness through wealth and ways of living, amongst others. The story follows Hector as he talks with men at a monastery, travels to India to see their culture and meet with an old friend, and even heads to Los Angeles to meet up with a former flame of his, Agnes (Toni Collette). There is plenty of plot for the film to keep busy with, even if that means providing countless cultural stereotypes along the way.  Every country that Hector visits becomes defined by its strange, unsettling nature to him, having foreign characters merely act as vehicles for Hector to develop himself.  
The film combines genres and even subgenres of comedy, increasingly becoming disjointed besides some elements striking a strong cord. The slapstick comedy works due to Simon Pegg’s admittedly affecting performance. Pegg has always been a talented comedic actor with the ability to balance dramatic work effortlessly. Here, he makes the most of the material and elevates a grating script into something oddly sweet and touching at times. The best scenes occur on plane trips from country to country, with one in particular having Hector test the breakability of objects in first class after one glass seems indestructible. The problem with these scenes of irreverent, silly humor is that they do not align with the story’s tonally jarring editing. It’s difficult as an audience member to understand what message is being sent throughout most of the film, particularly as scenes change in the moment from touching to shocking to melancholic.
Appearances by Christopher Plummer and Toni Collette in the final act are welcome and inspired, with Rosamund Pike also providing a solid turn in an unfavorable role. Yet the story falls into the trap of spelling out every single one of its themes as if the audience could not fully comprehend the film’s message. It feels belittling, which is even more frustrating as the narrative works well emotionally with its characters. Critics have been bashing the filmas if it’s an uninspired atrocity of filmmaking, and that seems unfair. For every scene that works due to the charm of Pegg and the lightness of Chelsom’s direction, another scene counters with an uneven tone and unpleasant characterizations. Hector and the Search for Happiness has charm and occasional wit, but it’s bogged down by a haphazard tone and overly simplistic storytelling.
Grade: ★★½ (out of 5)

Note: this review is featured on the Phoenix Film Festival’s website.

Hector and the Search for Happiness is an optimistic, overlong slog that delivers moments of genuine happiness with a dash of cultural insensitivity and simplicity. As a comedy, its humor ranges from slapstick to character-driven to stereotypical, all sometimes within one scene. As a drama, its scenes are repetitive and follow formulaic notions of how relationships work and where conflict should arise. There’s a growing sense of an identity crisis for the film, eerily mirroring its protagonist, Hector (Simon Pegg). He’s a psychiatrist that seems to be tired of the monotony of his days: his wife, Clara (Rosamund Pike), always makes him the same kind of breakfast to start the morning; he encounters the same patients each day who increasingly complain about the same issues; and he lacks a social life and friends. He has always lived a safe, simple life, so he figures why not complicate things if that means finding himself along the way?

Hector decides to traverse the globe in order to find the secret to happiness, which he believes can be studied and found in particular ways. He logs various explanations throughout his trip, including some on his journey to China where he befriends Edward (Stellan Skarsgård). The film begins a globe-trotting phase where it briskly moves from one setting to the next, assigning an explanation to happiness through wealth and ways of living, amongst others. The story follows Hector as he talks with men at a monastery, travels to India to see their culture and meet with an old friend, and even heads to Los Angeles to meet up with a former flame of his, Agnes (Toni Collette). There is plenty of plot for the film to keep busy with, even if that means providing countless cultural stereotypes along the way.  Every country that Hector visits becomes defined by its strange, unsettling nature to him, having foreign characters merely act as vehicles for Hector to develop himself.  

The film combines genres and even subgenres of comedy, increasingly becoming disjointed besides some elements striking a strong cord. The slapstick comedy works due to Simon Pegg’s admittedly affecting performance. Pegg has always been a talented comedic actor with the ability to balance dramatic work effortlessly. Here, he makes the most of the material and elevates a grating script into something oddly sweet and touching at times. The best scenes occur on plane trips from country to country, with one in particular having Hector test the breakability of objects in first class after one glass seems indestructible. The problem with these scenes of irreverent, silly humor is that they do not align with the story’s tonally jarring editing. It’s difficult as an audience member to understand what message is being sent throughout most of the film, particularly as scenes change in the moment from touching to shocking to melancholic.

Appearances by Christopher Plummer and Toni Collette in the final act are welcome and inspired, with Rosamund Pike also providing a solid turn in an unfavorable role. Yet the story falls into the trap of spelling out every single one of its themes as if the audience could not fully comprehend the film’s message. It feels belittling, which is even more frustrating as the narrative works well emotionally with its characters. Critics have been bashing the filmas if it’s an uninspired atrocity of filmmaking, and that seems unfair. For every scene that works due to the charm of Pegg and the lightness of Chelsom’s direction, another scene counters with an uneven tone and unpleasant characterizations. Hector and the Search for Happiness has charm and occasional wit, but it’s bogged down by a haphazard tone and overly simplistic storytelling.

Grade: ★½ (out of 5)

Note: this review is featured on the Phoenix Film Festival’s website.
Kelly (Juliette Lewis) is a punk-rocker whose life is changed by the birth of her son, while Cal (Jonny Weston) is a young man paralyzed after a declaration of love goes horribly wrong. Together they form a strong, compelling friendship that drives Kelly & Cal past conventional, independent film trappings and into something far more engaging. The film elaborates on its main characters and their day-to-day trappings often. Kelly mostly tends to her baby and deals with the constant struggles of new motherhood: her husband hasn’t slept with her in six months, she can’t sleep because the baby cries nonstop, and she can’t socialize since she’s mostly shacked up and taking care of the household. It’s not the life she’s accustomed to or the one she particularly wanted, considering she used to perform in a ’90s punk rock group with her girlfriends.
Her life’s been turned upside down and her everyday actions are monotonous and overwhelmingly boring, so when she meets Cal, her life changes quite a bit. He’s an eccentric, charming, slightly abrasive young man that doesn’t have a set career path after he became paralyzed. He thinks that Kelly’s hot and needs to socialize more but she cannot find success amongst the mommy groups. They repulse her. Cal ends up listening to Kelly’s music, reminiscing with her about their pasts, and developing strong feelings for the much older woman. Kelly’s husband, Josh (Josh Hopkins), is always caught up at work and Cal slyly convinces Kelly that he could be cheating on her. This leads to a harsh divide in the household while Kelly struggles to understand what her feelings are; she loves Cal as a person and begins to realize that her life is in a vastly different place than his. 
The characters are eccentric and the performances elevate the material to something wholly unique. It’s rare to see a female lead character as raw as Kelly, with Lewis bringing her usual charm and effervescence to the role when it is required. She has been one of the most consistent actresses in the business, mostly delegated to supporting roles and shining most recently in the ensemble piece August: Osage County. She allows Kelly to be seen in her most intimate states: getting examined at the doctor’s office post-birth, topless through her bedroom window, and broken down and weak on the couch while her son cries. The voyeuristic approach to her makes Jen McGowan’s impressive direction shine all the more, since it allows us to see Kelly for who she is and everything that she is feeling. That’s also a testament to the strong characterizations within Amy Lowe Starbin’s script. 
The third act of the film falls apart when it attempts to go for big, melodramatic moments. It is a cliché of the genre to have the film’s major conflict handled in a public, loud way, and sure enough Kelly & Cal stages its moment in an art gallery. The art even testifies to what just happened and what will happen. The set-up is poorly constructed and off-putting, particularly due to the subtleties of the rest of the feature. When supporting characters get emphasized and feel underdeveloped, too, the film falls into its own trappings. Kelly and Cal are the focal points of the film, and rightfully so. They are engaging, likable characters played by intelligent actors, with Weston also giving heart and texture to Cal’s crippled emotional and physical self. These are characters that face real challenges and appear unlike other protagonists from mainstream films. Kelly & Cal, then, feels original and involved, even if its conclusion doesn’t fully mesh with its build up. 
Grade: ★★★½ (out of 5)

Note: this review is featured on the Phoenix Film Festival’s website.

Kelly (Juliette Lewis) is a punk-rocker whose life is changed by the birth of her son, while Cal (Jonny Weston) is a young man paralyzed after a declaration of love goes horribly wrong. Together they form a strong, compelling friendship that drives Kelly & Cal past conventional, independent film trappings and into something far more engaging. The film elaborates on its main characters and their day-to-day trappings often. Kelly mostly tends to her baby and deals with the constant struggles of new motherhood: her husband hasn’t slept with her in six months, she can’t sleep because the baby cries nonstop, and she can’t socialize since she’s mostly shacked up and taking care of the household. It’s not the life she’s accustomed to or the one she particularly wanted, considering she used to perform in a ’90s punk rock group with her girlfriends.

Her life’s been turned upside down and her everyday actions are monotonous and overwhelmingly boring, so when she meets Cal, her life changes quite a bit. He’s an eccentric, charming, slightly abrasive young man that doesn’t have a set career path after he became paralyzed. He thinks that Kelly’s hot and needs to socialize more but she cannot find success amongst the mommy groups. They repulse her. Cal ends up listening to Kelly’s music, reminiscing with her about their pasts, and developing strong feelings for the much older woman. Kelly’s husband, Josh (Josh Hopkins), is always caught up at work and Cal slyly convinces Kelly that he could be cheating on her. This leads to a harsh divide in the household while Kelly struggles to understand what her feelings are; she loves Cal as a person and begins to realize that her life is in a vastly different place than his. 

The characters are eccentric and the performances elevate the material to something wholly unique. It’s rare to see a female lead character as raw as Kelly, with Lewis bringing her usual charm and effervescence to the role when it is required. She has been one of the most consistent actresses in the business, mostly delegated to supporting roles and shining most recently in the ensemble piece August: Osage County. She allows Kelly to be seen in her most intimate states: getting examined at the doctor’s office post-birth, topless through her bedroom window, and broken down and weak on the couch while her son cries. The voyeuristic approach to her makes Jen McGowan’s impressive direction shine all the more, since it allows us to see Kelly for who she is and everything that she is feeling. That’s also a testament to the strong characterizations within Amy Lowe Starbin’s script. 

The third act of the film falls apart when it attempts to go for big, melodramatic moments. It is a cliché of the genre to have the film’s major conflict handled in a public, loud way, and sure enough Kelly & Cal stages its moment in an art gallery. The art even testifies to what just happened and what will happen. The set-up is poorly constructed and off-putting, particularly due to the subtleties of the rest of the feature. When supporting characters get emphasized and feel underdeveloped, too, the film falls into its own trappings. Kelly and Cal are the focal points of the film, and rightfully so. They are engaging, likable characters played by intelligent actors, with Weston also giving heart and texture to Cal’s crippled emotional and physical self. These are characters that face real challenges and appear unlike other protagonists from mainstream films. Kelly & Cal, then, feels original and involved, even if its conclusion doesn’t fully mesh with its build up. 

Grade: ★★½ (out of 5)

Phoenix Critics Circle Debuts!

So excited to announce that I’m a part of this:

New Film Critics Group, in Conjunction with the Phoenix Film Foundation, Releases Official Member Roster and Annual Activities

PHOENIX, AZ (September 13th, 2014) – Phoenix Film Foundation has launched the Phoenix Critics Circle (PCC), a new association with Arizona-based film writers and journalists dedicated to the progression and preservation of film.  ”A key element of our mission is to develop the artistic appreciation of film. We’ve been doing that through the foundation and the Phoenix Film Festival for many years,” said Phoenix Film Foundation Executive Director Jason Carney. “We’re very excited to add the element of film criticism to all of the great things we’re doing with film in Phoenix.”

Mike Massie, publisher of the movie website GoneWithTheTwins.com and founding president of the PCC, says the partnership will allow for greater collaboration both among critics and with the broader audience of filmmakers and movie fans in the Valley of the Sun. “I am very excited to be leading a new society of esteemed colleagues and professionals on a venture with the Phoenix Film Foundation.”

“The Phoenix Film Foundation’s far-reaching accomplishments in the film community, paired with outstanding staff and organizers, will help the art of film criticism achieve greater recognition and significance in Arizona,” Massie added.

Phoenix Critics Circle members include:

David Appleford, ValleyStages.com

Henry Cabot Beck, True West magazine

Colin Boyd, PCC vice president, Tucson Weekly

Michael Clawson, Terminal Volume

Michael Dixon, KSAZ-TV (Fox 10)

Eric Forthun, Cinematic Shadows

Bill Goodykoontz, The Arizona Republic

Brent Hankins, NerdRepository.com

Kevin Kittle, RedCarpetRefs.com

Joel Massie, GoneWithTheTwins.com

Mike Massie, PCC president, GoneWithTheTwins.com

Bruce St. James, KTAR Radio

Monte Yazzie, TheCodaFilms.com

With awards season right around the corner, the PCC is hard at work seeing all of the contenders vying for consideration as the year’s best. The group’s inaugural film awards will be announced in December.

For more information about the Phoenix Critics Circle, visit www.phxcritics.com

About the Phoenix Critics Circle

The Phoenix Critics Circle is established as an association for professional film critique and analysis. Administered by the non-profit Phoenix Film Foundation, the Phoenix Critics Circle is committed to the progression and preservation of film and is composed of print, television, radio and internet film critics from Arizona.

CONTACT:

Jason Carney                                                         

Phoenix Film Foundation                           

Executive Director                                        

jason@phxfilm.com

Note: this review is featured on the Phoenix Film Festival’s website.
How can newly released young-adult dystopias set themselves apart from the rest of the pack? The Maze Runner doesn’t do anything particularly exciting or innovative past its admittedly promising concept, but the male-driven narrative will undoubtedly draw in a wider audience than many of the recent adaptations of popular teenage novels. The film picks up in an immediately claustrophobic and stressful moment: Thomas (Dylan O’Brien) wakes up in a steel-caged elevator that’s climbing at a rapid pace. He doesn’t remember anything about himself and is surrounded by various barrels and crates, labelled with the letters “WCKD.” When the doors open above him, the sun is shining, faces greet him, and he runs for his life when given the chance. Only then does he notice that there is no escape: surrounding him and the other inhabitants are impossibly high walls that form a maze around them. The maze changes, the gates only open for a limited time, and many boys have been trapped or killed within its walls. 
Thomas has a curiosity that the others do not share. Alby (Aml Ameen), the group’s leader, tries to test his ability as a “runner,” a term used for the people that attempt to map out the maze while the gates are open. Thomas wants to find the quickest way to escape and doesn’t understand how everyone could be okay with not remembering anything about their past. One of these boys accepting of their circumstances is Gally (Will Poulter), someone who doesn’t take kindly to Thomas’s unwanted exploring and the mistrust and displeasure he brings the group. This leads to more people being attacked by the nightmarish Grievers, unseen creatures that inhabit the maze, while a mysterious girl (Kaya Scodelario) arrives in the monthly elevator delivery with a strange note that changes the game altogether. Why have all of these boys been trapped in the affectionately titled “The Glade,” and is there any chance at escape?
That question is a fascinating one, primarily because the film builds tension through the mystery of its visuals. The maze is enthralling and portrayed terrifyingly. There’s a telling scene as a character gets stung by a Griever, returning to camp but posing a threat to everyone there. As a society, they decide that the person must be banished; the only way that can happen, then, is by forcing him into the maze as the gates close. No one has ever survived a night, and that won’t happen here. It’s a harrowing exploration of adolescents as they handle adult situations, even if the story starts to grow repetitive. What grows particularly frustrating as well is the growth of clichés as the story develops further. The final half hour is chock full of every predictable element of young adult novels, whether that be a young character as a martyr of innocence or an enigmatic leader that might be good but also could totally be evil. It’s just too simple and formulaic. 
The conclusion lost me. It’s incredibly difficult to translate dense novels to film, especially when they are surrounded by mystery that might need characterizations to pop but cannot be delivered through dialogue. There are probably two or three films worth of material that are revealed in the increasingly drawn out conclusion, as the characters find out the answer behind the maze, amongst many other things. The characters are thin due to their lack of knowledge about themselves so the actors do not have much to work with; that lends itself to bland, interchangeable performances, outside of O’Brien in the lead. He’s a strong presence that provides a young anchor for the film. There are structural problems, certainly, most of which go unnoticed since the film begs questions throughout. Yet the lack of conclusion surrounding many central problems leaves the story too open for a sequel. The Maze Runner is a promising, ambitious film, but it’s also frustrating and incomprehensibly dense.
Grade: ★★★ (out of 5)

Note: this review is featured on the Phoenix Film Festival’s website.

How can newly released young-adult dystopias set themselves apart from the rest of the pack? The Maze Runner doesn’t do anything particularly exciting or innovative past its admittedly promising concept, but the male-driven narrative will undoubtedly draw in a wider audience than many of the recent adaptations of popular teenage novels. The film picks up in an immediately claustrophobic and stressful moment: Thomas (Dylan O’Brien) wakes up in a steel-caged elevator that’s climbing at a rapid pace. He doesn’t remember anything about himself and is surrounded by various barrels and crates, labelled with the letters “WCKD.” When the doors open above him, the sun is shining, faces greet him, and he runs for his life when given the chance. Only then does he notice that there is no escape: surrounding him and the other inhabitants are impossibly high walls that form a maze around them. The maze changes, the gates only open for a limited time, and many boys have been trapped or killed within its walls. 

Thomas has a curiosity that the others do not share. Alby (Aml Ameen), the group’s leader, tries to test his ability as a “runner,” a term used for the people that attempt to map out the maze while the gates are open. Thomas wants to find the quickest way to escape and doesn’t understand how everyone could be okay with not remembering anything about their past. One of these boys accepting of their circumstances is Gally (Will Poulter), someone who doesn’t take kindly to Thomas’s unwanted exploring and the mistrust and displeasure he brings the group. This leads to more people being attacked by the nightmarish Grievers, unseen creatures that inhabit the maze, while a mysterious girl (Kaya Scodelario) arrives in the monthly elevator delivery with a strange note that changes the game altogether. Why have all of these boys been trapped in the affectionately titled “The Glade,” and is there any chance at escape?

That question is a fascinating one, primarily because the film builds tension through the mystery of its visuals. The maze is enthralling and portrayed terrifyingly. There’s a telling scene as a character gets stung by a Griever, returning to camp but posing a threat to everyone there. As a society, they decide that the person must be banished; the only way that can happen, then, is by forcing him into the maze as the gates close. No one has ever survived a night, and that won’t happen here. It’s a harrowing exploration of adolescents as they handle adult situations, even if the story starts to grow repetitive. What grows particularly frustrating as well is the growth of clichés as the story develops further. The final half hour is chock full of every predictable element of young adult novels, whether that be a young character as a martyr of innocence or an enigmatic leader that might be good but also could totally be evil. It’s just too simple and formulaic. 

The conclusion lost me. It’s incredibly difficult to translate dense novels to film, especially when they are surrounded by mystery that might need characterizations to pop but cannot be delivered through dialogue. There are probably two or three films worth of material that are revealed in the increasingly drawn out conclusion, as the characters find out the answer behind the maze, amongst many other things. The characters are thin due to their lack of knowledge about themselves so the actors do not have much to work with; that lends itself to bland, interchangeable performances, outside of O’Brien in the lead. He’s a strong presence that provides a young anchor for the film. There are structural problems, certainly, most of which go unnoticed since the film begs questions throughout. Yet the lack of conclusion surrounding many central problems leaves the story too open for a sequel. The Maze Runner is a promising, ambitious film, but it’s also frustrating and incomprehensibly dense.

Grade: ★ (out of 5)

Note: this review is featured on the Phoenix Film Festival’s website.
This is Where I Leave You stands amongst those films that have a tremendous ensemble cast but never strive for anything more than safe storytelling choices and contrivances. The film comes from Shawn Levy, a traditionally studio-oriented filmmaker that doesn’t have a distinct style so much as a distinct knack for making money through highly commercial films (i.e., the Night at the Museum franchise, Date Night, Real Steel). This latest effort gets a release after premiering at the Toronto Film Festival, which is a fitting choice considering the crowd-pleasing nature of the narrative. The story is sweeping and often operatic when it involves characters facing the plight of dealing with their father’s death, yet the film’s comedy is the thorn in its side. The humor derives not from characters or even well-defined situations, but rather snappy one-liners that feel as insincere and clichéd as if they were copied and pasted from other better comedies. 
The film centers on the aftermath of a family coming together for their father’s funeral, primarily looking at four grown siblings: Judd Altman (Jason Bateman), a radio show producer that finds out his wife, Quinn (Abigail Spencer), is cheating on him with his boss, Wade (Dax Shepard); Wendy (Tina Fey), who has multiple children with a husband that’s absent and misses her former love, Horry (Timothy Olyphant); Phillip (Adam Driver), the oddball that comes to the funeral engaged to his therapist, Tracy (Connie Britton); and Paul (Corey Stoll), the level-headed one of the bunch that’s married to Alice (Kathryn Hahn), an old flame of Judd’s. Their mother, Hillary (Jane Fonda), gathers them together to practice Shiva, a Jewish tradition of staying together for seven days after a family member’s death. This brings all of the chaos into one household and makes for an eventful week. 
Each storyline gets about ten minutes of development. While that could be effective if there were subtlety within the film, This is Where I Leave You allows itself to paint broad pictures of potentially complex characters. There is depth within each of these creations, particularly Judd. Bateman provides a terrifically nuanced performance due to the hard-nosed drama coming from his life, particularly when he gets back to town and interacts with a homegrown girl played by Rose Byrne. The first scene of the film showcases Bateman’s acting talents and the possibility of the film being moving: he discovers his wife cheating on him and the camera juxtaposes his image with a mirror of himself sitting in the dark. Then he blows out the candles on his wife’s birthday cake and walks out the door, signifying him blowing out the flame of his love and moving forward. It’s a strikingly beautiful scene, but every scene after is filled with on-the-nose emotional cues and dialogue that never meshes with the strength of certain characters.
The supporting performances are strong yet most remain insubstantial in terms of their arcs. Byrne is delegated to nothing more than an object for Judd to discover himself while characters like Alice and Horry get one defining characteristic and drive it home. It’s frustrating considering the talent put on display here, with most of the actors attempting to elevate the material past its admittedly flimsy foundation. Jokes revolve around Fonda’s character’s boob job and most of the supposed laughs come from big proclamations coming at inopportune times during family gatherings. Not once did the comedic material strike me as sincere or grounded in any semblance of reality. The lines sound like they are being delivered by robots exchanging one-liners with one another. I love the cast in the film, and the strengths come from the dramatic elements of the stories. I engaged heavily with those. Yet much of the feature relies on trite, off-putting humor, leading to a middling, confused film. 
Grade: ★★½ (out of 5)

Note: this review is featured on the Phoenix Film Festival’s website.

This is Where I Leave You stands amongst those films that have a tremendous ensemble cast but never strive for anything more than safe storytelling choices and contrivances. The film comes from Shawn Levy, a traditionally studio-oriented filmmaker that doesn’t have a distinct style so much as a distinct knack for making money through highly commercial films (i.e., the Night at the Museum franchise, Date NightReal Steel). This latest effort gets a release after premiering at the Toronto Film Festival, which is a fitting choice considering the crowd-pleasing nature of the narrative. The story is sweeping and often operatic when it involves characters facing the plight of dealing with their father’s death, yet the film’s comedy is the thorn in its side. The humor derives not from characters or even well-defined situations, but rather snappy one-liners that feel as insincere and clichéd as if they were copied and pasted from other better comedies. 

The film centers on the aftermath of a family coming together for their father’s funeral, primarily looking at four grown siblings: Judd Altman (Jason Bateman), a radio show producer that finds out his wife, Quinn (Abigail Spencer), is cheating on him with his boss, Wade (Dax Shepard); Wendy (Tina Fey), who has multiple children with a husband that’s absent and misses her former love, Horry (Timothy Olyphant); Phillip (Adam Driver), the oddball that comes to the funeral engaged to his therapist, Tracy (Connie Britton); and Paul (Corey Stoll), the level-headed one of the bunch that’s married to Alice (Kathryn Hahn), an old flame of Judd’s. Their mother, Hillary (Jane Fonda), gathers them together to practice Shiva, a Jewish tradition of staying together for seven days after a family member’s death. This brings all of the chaos into one household and makes for an eventful week. 

Each storyline gets about ten minutes of development. While that could be effective if there were subtlety within the film, This is Where I Leave You allows itself to paint broad pictures of potentially complex characters. There is depth within each of these creations, particularly Judd. Bateman provides a terrifically nuanced performance due to the hard-nosed drama coming from his life, particularly when he gets back to town and interacts with a homegrown girl played by Rose Byrne. The first scene of the film showcases Bateman’s acting talents and the possibility of the film being moving: he discovers his wife cheating on him and the camera juxtaposes his image with a mirror of himself sitting in the dark. Then he blows out the candles on his wife’s birthday cake and walks out the door, signifying him blowing out the flame of his love and moving forward. It’s a strikingly beautiful scene, but every scene after is filled with on-the-nose emotional cues and dialogue that never meshes with the strength of certain characters.

The supporting performances are strong yet most remain insubstantial in terms of their arcs. Byrne is delegated to nothing more than an object for Judd to discover himself while characters like Alice and Horry get one defining characteristic and drive it home. It’s frustrating considering the talent put on display here, with most of the actors attempting to elevate the material past its admittedly flimsy foundation. Jokes revolve around Fonda’s character’s boob job and most of the supposed laughs come from big proclamations coming at inopportune times during family gatherings. Not once did the comedic material strike me as sincere or grounded in any semblance of reality. The lines sound like they are being delivered by robots exchanging one-liners with one another. I love the cast in the film, and the strengths come from the dramatic elements of the stories. I engaged heavily with those. Yet much of the feature relies on trite, off-putting humor, leading to a middling, confused film. 

Grade: ½ (out of 5)

Note: this review is featured on the Phoenix Film Festival’s website.
Kevin Smith is one of the most divisive filmmakers in the business, a writer-director that stands by his work and doesn’t let others get in the way. I’m a fan of some of his films but not all: I really enjoy Dogma and Zack and Miri Make a Porno, I cannot stand Cop Out or Red State, and his other efforts don’t particularly connect with me. His films are the strongest when he deals with familiar themes and genres and tackles them with ferocity and scorn. Tusk, his new horror feature, is brilliantly demented and biting, showing a reinvigoration that the filmmaker hasn’t seen in years. He takes a well-worn atmosphere and re-creates a truly unsettling premise, uniquely combining elements from horror classics like Misery and repulsive recent efforts like The Human Centipede. The film descends into madness after its set-up and becomes a perverted vision of humanism, one that will remain unforgettable. 
The story follows Wallace Bryton (Justin Long), an immature podcaster that resorts to mean jokes for cheap laughs and cheats on his girlfriend. He works with his long-time friend, Teddy (Haley Joel Osment), on their show called the Not-See Party, with the title screaming a tasteful affair. They seek out an interview with a YouTube sensation that embarrassed himself, so Wallace travels to Canada in search of this man for a prized interview to mock him to death. Unfortunately for them, the kid is unavailable to interview, leaving Wallace lost and unfulfilled. Only then does he discover an ad in the bathroom that leads him to the home of Howard Howe (Michael Parks). Howard is an old, feeble man that accommodates Wallace and tells him memories from his past. He has extravagant stories that detail the brutality of man, his incredibly dark and tragic backstory, and his affinity for God’s greatest creation: the walrus.
Things end up turning sour when Wallace is drugged and forcibly put into one of Howard’s experiments. He’s not as feeble and simple as he seemed. Teddy and Wallace’s girlfriend, Ally (Genesis Rodriguez), search for him and uncover darker secrets about Howard while Wallace realizes the endgame of his transformation. Smith’s vision for the film is one of his most confident. The camera moves lyrically and waxes across a scene to build maximum tension; long takes appear often and heighten the unsettling nature of many of the settings. The camera often lingers on Howard’s face as he tells lavishly detailed stories about his war-torn past and why he loves walruses and hates men as much as he does. There’s a certain way that Smith approaches these stories that speaks truth about storytelling: the magnetic power it can have over the listener and the way that it can contort a person’s perception of reality. Howard is undeniably crazy and Parks sells the performance with his usually insane charisma. 
The writing, like many of Smith’s films, uses the first half to set up the far-fetched premise by grounding the story in reality and characters. The second half becomes unchained and chaotic in every facet, yet the story remains shockingly sound. The introduction of Guy Lapointe (played by an actor named “Guy Lapointe,” an unrecognizable superstar in cameo form) has the story drift into Tarantino-esque eccentricity and violence, but the narrative remains compelling. The performances all-around are committed, particularly from Long as he makes a horrible person into an oddly sympathetic embodiment of humanity. The ending packs a punch due to his portrayal of Wallace. Smith hates podcasters and likes the idea of Canadians, and his bite cuts through scenes to ensure the audience understands that. Tusk is one of the more singular visions I have seen in 2014, a film that satisfies horror fans while managing to deliver a solemn, effective conclusion. 
Grade: ★★★★½ (out of 5)
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Note: this review is featured on the Phoenix Film Festival’s website.

Kevin Smith is one of the most divisive filmmakers in the business, a writer-director that stands by his work and doesn’t let others get in the way. I’m a fan of some of his films but not all: I really enjoy Dogma and Zack and Miri Make a Porno, I cannot stand Cop Out or Red State, and his other efforts don’t particularly connect with me. His films are the strongest when he deals with familiar themes and genres and tackles them with ferocity and scorn. Tusk, his new horror feature, is brilliantly demented and biting, showing a reinvigoration that the filmmaker hasn’t seen in years. He takes a well-worn atmosphere and re-creates a truly unsettling premise, uniquely combining elements from horror classics like Misery and repulsive recent efforts like The Human Centipede. The film descends into madness after its set-up and becomes a perverted vision of humanism, one that will remain unforgettable. 

The story follows Wallace Bryton (Justin Long), an immature podcaster that resorts to mean jokes for cheap laughs and cheats on his girlfriend. He works with his long-time friend, Teddy (Haley Joel Osment), on their show called the Not-See Party, with the title screaming a tasteful affair. They seek out an interview with a YouTube sensation that embarrassed himself, so Wallace travels to Canada in search of this man for a prized interview to mock him to death. Unfortunately for them, the kid is unavailable to interview, leaving Wallace lost and unfulfilled. Only then does he discover an ad in the bathroom that leads him to the home of Howard Howe (Michael Parks). Howard is an old, feeble man that accommodates Wallace and tells him memories from his past. He has extravagant stories that detail the brutality of man, his incredibly dark and tragic backstory, and his affinity for God’s greatest creation: the walrus.

Things end up turning sour when Wallace is drugged and forcibly put into one of Howard’s experiments. He’s not as feeble and simple as he seemed. Teddy and Wallace’s girlfriend, Ally (Genesis Rodriguez), search for him and uncover darker secrets about Howard while Wallace realizes the endgame of his transformation. Smith’s vision for the film is one of his most confident. The camera moves lyrically and waxes across a scene to build maximum tension; long takes appear often and heighten the unsettling nature of many of the settings. The camera often lingers on Howard’s face as he tells lavishly detailed stories about his war-torn past and why he loves walruses and hates men as much as he does. There’s a certain way that Smith approaches these stories that speaks truth about storytelling: the magnetic power it can have over the listener and the way that it can contort a person’s perception of reality. Howard is undeniably crazy and Parks sells the performance with his usually insane charisma. 

The writing, like many of Smith’s films, uses the first half to set up the far-fetched premise by grounding the story in reality and characters. The second half becomes unchained and chaotic in every facet, yet the story remains shockingly sound. The introduction of Guy Lapointe (played by an actor named “Guy Lapointe,” an unrecognizable superstar in cameo form) has the story drift into Tarantino-esque eccentricity and violence, but the narrative remains compelling. The performances all-around are committed, particularly from Long as he makes a horrible person into an oddly sympathetic embodiment of humanity. The ending packs a punch due to his portrayal of Wallace. Smith hates podcasters and likes the idea of Canadians, and his bite cuts through scenes to ensure the audience understands that. Tusk is one of the more singular visions I have seen in 2014, a film that satisfies horror fans while managing to deliver a solemn, effective conclusion. 

Grade: ★★★½ (out of 5)

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The Disappearance of Eleanor Rigby started as two separate films with the subtitles “Him” and “Her.” Each film stood as their own narratives with both lovers separated after their marriage begins to fall apart. The director and writer, Ned Benson, realized that the two would need to be combined in order to make a marketable, releasable feature, thus creating “Them,” the theatrical version of the romance. Condensing a four-hour romantic tale into two hours must have been extraordinary difficult given the circumstances of the narrative, with both actors spending a lot of time apart and only sharing select scenes with one another. Yet the result is a remarkably affecting tale of love lost under the most dire circumstances, and the struggles that come with a long-term romance disrupted by tragedy. While the film at times falls into conventional trappings and broad strokes, the romance works tremendously when built by the drama of the two terrific leads. 
Conor Ludlow (James McAvoy) and Eleanor Rigby (Jessica Chastain) once had a blissful marriage, surrounded by a strong group of friends and family. Yet their life together fell apart at the loss of their child, forcing them to reconsider how their marriage can survive when the passion seems to be lost. Eleanor leaves Conor and attempts to kill herself, not succeeding and moving in with her parents, Mary (Isabelle Huppert) and Julian (William Hurt). Her mom is from France and likes to drink wine while her father works at a university and wants Eleanor to get back to school. Maybe that’ll set her life back on track and help her find happiness. She enrolls in a class taught by Professor Friedman (Viola Davis), who has an older son and connects with Eleanor’s passion. Conor runs a struggling bar and works with his best friend, Stuart (Bill Hader), a chef that wants to help Conor become less…unfriendly. Eleanor and Conor, in their separation, have grown apart from the other people that they love. 
There’s a delicacy to the film’s portrayal of love and loss. In the film’s opening moments, a long take looks at the back-and-forth banter between the two lovers when they were happy. The camera quietly observes, silently letting their actions and words speak for their characters. Moments later, both characters are seen separated and battered by self-inflicted injuries. They are literally hurt by being apart. The film shines when it puts ideas on screen in that low-key way, particularly due to the exemplary cast on hand. The supporting players like Hurt and Davis are given plenty to chew, with the latter in particular using complaints about her son to emphasize the loneliness Eleanor feels at the loss of her only child. There’s a harsh scene where Friedman complains about kids and how they won’t care about you after they leave home, and she asks Eleanor if she has any children. She responds yes, if only to hide the fact that she misses her son and that Friedman has no excuse to complain about a living child. 
The heart of the film is Chastain, who breathes tremendous life into her role and has the more dramatically ripe story. Her and McAvoy mirror one another often throughout the film due to their characters going through similar struggles, but Eleanor deals more sensitively with her issues while Conor externalizes most of his. The tragedy underlying the story only rarely emerges; a scene in particular where Conor talks with his restauranteur father (Ciarán Hinds) about their pasts and where their love and happiness went is mesmerizing and tragic. When the film generalizes love, which occasionally emerges in father-daughter conversations, the story aims too broad and misses its mark. But the performances shine through in the film’s final half hour, with two gut-wrenchingly beautiful and haunting scenes delivered back-to-back. Benson’s film is propelled by Chastain’s magnetic, overwhelmingly effective performance, one of the year’s best. Despite its occasional mishaps, The Disappearance of Eleanor Rigby is a gorgeously intimate study of a struggling romance. 
Grade: ★★★★ (out of 5)

Note: this review is featured on the Phoenix Film Festival’s website.

The Disappearance of Eleanor Rigby started as two separate films with the subtitles “Him” and “Her.” Each film stood as their own narratives with both lovers separated after their marriage begins to fall apart. The director and writer, Ned Benson, realized that the two would need to be combined in order to make a marketable, releasable feature, thus creating “Them,” the theatrical version of the romance. Condensing a four-hour romantic tale into two hours must have been extraordinary difficult given the circumstances of the narrative, with both actors spending a lot of time apart and only sharing select scenes with one another. Yet the result is a remarkably affecting tale of love lost under the most dire circumstances, and the struggles that come with a long-term romance disrupted by tragedy. While the film at times falls into conventional trappings and broad strokes, the romance works tremendously when built by the drama of the two terrific leads. 

Conor Ludlow (James McAvoy) and Eleanor Rigby (Jessica Chastain) once had a blissful marriage, surrounded by a strong group of friends and family. Yet their life together fell apart at the loss of their child, forcing them to reconsider how their marriage can survive when the passion seems to be lost. Eleanor leaves Conor and attempts to kill herself, not succeeding and moving in with her parents, Mary (Isabelle Huppert) and Julian (William Hurt). Her mom is from France and likes to drink wine while her father works at a university and wants Eleanor to get back to school. Maybe that’ll set her life back on track and help her find happiness. She enrolls in a class taught by Professor Friedman (Viola Davis), who has an older son and connects with Eleanor’s passion. Conor runs a struggling bar and works with his best friend, Stuart (Bill Hader), a chef that wants to help Conor become less…unfriendly. Eleanor and Conor, in their separation, have grown apart from the other people that they love. 

There’s a delicacy to the film’s portrayal of love and loss. In the film’s opening moments, a long take looks at the back-and-forth banter between the two lovers when they were happy. The camera quietly observes, silently letting their actions and words speak for their characters. Moments later, both characters are seen separated and battered by self-inflicted injuries. They are literally hurt by being apart. The film shines when it puts ideas on screen in that low-key way, particularly due to the exemplary cast on hand. The supporting players like Hurt and Davis are given plenty to chew, with the latter in particular using complaints about her son to emphasize the loneliness Eleanor feels at the loss of her only child. There’s a harsh scene where Friedman complains about kids and how they won’t care about you after they leave home, and she asks Eleanor if she has any children. She responds yes, if only to hide the fact that she misses her son and that Friedman has no excuse to complain about a living child. 

The heart of the film is Chastain, who breathes tremendous life into her role and has the more dramatically ripe story. Her and McAvoy mirror one another often throughout the film due to their characters going through similar struggles, but Eleanor deals more sensitively with her issues while Conor externalizes most of his. The tragedy underlying the story only rarely emerges; a scene in particular where Conor talks with his restauranteur father (Ciarán Hinds) about their pasts and where their love and happiness went is mesmerizing and tragic. When the film generalizes love, which occasionally emerges in father-daughter conversations, the story aims too broad and misses its mark. But the performances shine through in the film’s final half hour, with two gut-wrenchingly beautiful and haunting scenes delivered back-to-back. Benson’s film is propelled by Chastain’s magnetic, overwhelmingly effective performance, one of the year’s best. Despite its occasional mishaps, The Disappearance of Eleanor Rigby is a gorgeously intimate study of a struggling romance. 

Grade: ★★★ (out of 5)

Note: this review is featured on the Phoenix Film Festival’s website.
The Guest is insanely inventive and gleefully manic, a madly energetic psychological thriller with pizazz and spunk. The film is built on a simple premise: a man arrives as a guest in someone’s home but doesn’t seem to be who he says he is. The story turns out to be much more grandiose and funny than that set-up insinuates, however, allowing the characters to appropriately embrace the absurdity and humor that would derive from such a tense, hostile situation. The titular visitor is David (Dan Stevens), a recently discharged soldier returning from Iraw to his hometown. He doesn’t have a place to stay so he hopes that going to the Peterson family’s house won’t be too much trouble. Their son passed away during the war months ago, and David served with him. Maybe he’ll be able to bridge that mourning period for the family and help them through their suffering. 
The Peterson family has an interesting group of members that all take kindly to David: the mother (Sheila Kelley) likes David because he’s telling her all about her son and she can live through his experiences; the father (Leland Orser) is struggling to move up in his workplace and likes to have a buddy with whom he can drink and talk sports; the daughter, Anna (Maika Monroe), begins to crush on him after he joins her for a party and seems to be the coolest cat in the room; and the son, Luke (Brendan Meyer), likes him because David kicks the asses of his bullies and gives him sound advice for future situations. The problem with all of them growing high on David? He’s not who he seems to be. That’s the central struggle at the heart of the film, with something clearly wrong with David through his lies and vicious anger issues. When the military gets involved and a unit led by Carver (Lance Reddick) begins to enter their town to investigate, things escalate quickly. 
Director Adam Wingard and writer Simon Barrett have now paired for two excellently subversive romps on well-worn genres. Their previous effort, You’re Next, is a hilarious and viciously told horror entry, proving that the genre can indeed be sparked with new life when taken differently down a familiar path. The Guest plays on many of the same strings: the story is straight out of ’80s B-movie heaven, with the mysterious man with a particular set of skills creating a hostile force in a family unit. But David is seemingly superhuman for much of the film, able to withstand excessive amounts of alcohol, drugs, and violence with pretty rapid recovery. It’s funny to see how calmly he handles situations since it resembles a charming, handsome robot destroying everything in his path. Dan Stevens sells the role perfectly and commits wholly, giving David a likable edge that goes crazy in the final half hour. 
The story grows too nonsensical during its conclusion, tying together loose ends with seemingly bigger questions. Yet it remains engaging because of the performances and the self-aware nature of its narrative. One of the best scenes in the film involves an ode to a scene earlier, when the patriarch of the Peterson family complains that his boss is going to give a higher-up position to someone else when he deserves it more. Later, he comes home with a somber face and tells the family that his boss apparently committed suicide. It’s all somber until he tacks on at the end that the bright side is that he’s going to get promoted. The film plays these horrible actions for laughs because a self-conscious story needs a bit of humor to feel original. The Guest is sporadically comparable to efforts like The Stepfather and Jacob’s Ladder, two serious films from vastly different genres that get at the idea of an unwelcome invader and military experiments, respectively. Yet instead of paying homage, the story sticks up a big middle finger to those stories and tells its own twisted narrative. 
Grade: ★★★★ (out of 5)

Note: this review is featured on the Phoenix Film Festival’s website.

The Guest is insanely inventive and gleefully manic, a madly energetic psychological thriller with pizazz and spunk. The film is built on a simple premise: a man arrives as a guest in someone’s home but doesn’t seem to be who he says he is. The story turns out to be much more grandiose and funny than that set-up insinuates, however, allowing the characters to appropriately embrace the absurdity and humor that would derive from such a tense, hostile situation. The titular visitor is David (Dan Stevens), a recently discharged soldier returning from Iraw to his hometown. He doesn’t have a place to stay so he hopes that going to the Peterson family’s house won’t be too much trouble. Their son passed away during the war months ago, and David served with him. Maybe he’ll be able to bridge that mourning period for the family and help them through their suffering. 

The Peterson family has an interesting group of members that all take kindly to David: the mother (Sheila Kelley) likes David because he’s telling her all about her son and she can live through his experiences; the father (Leland Orser) is struggling to move up in his workplace and likes to have a buddy with whom he can drink and talk sports; the daughter, Anna (Maika Monroe), begins to crush on him after he joins her for a party and seems to be the coolest cat in the room; and the son, Luke (Brendan Meyer), likes him because David kicks the asses of his bullies and gives him sound advice for future situations. The problem with all of them growing high on David? He’s not who he seems to be. That’s the central struggle at the heart of the film, with something clearly wrong with David through his lies and vicious anger issues. When the military gets involved and a unit led by Carver (Lance Reddick) begins to enter their town to investigate, things escalate quickly. 

Director Adam Wingard and writer Simon Barrett have now paired for two excellently subversive romps on well-worn genres. Their previous effort, You’re Next, is a hilarious and viciously told horror entry, proving that the genre can indeed be sparked with new life when taken differently down a familiar path. The Guest plays on many of the same strings: the story is straight out of ’80s B-movie heaven, with the mysterious man with a particular set of skills creating a hostile force in a family unit. But David is seemingly superhuman for much of the film, able to withstand excessive amounts of alcohol, drugs, and violence with pretty rapid recovery. It’s funny to see how calmly he handles situations since it resembles a charming, handsome robot destroying everything in his path. Dan Stevens sells the role perfectly and commits wholly, giving David a likable edge that goes crazy in the final half hour. 

The story grows too nonsensical during its conclusion, tying together loose ends with seemingly bigger questions. Yet it remains engaging because of the performances and the self-aware nature of its narrative. One of the best scenes in the film involves an ode to a scene earlier, when the patriarch of the Peterson family complains that his boss is going to give a higher-up position to someone else when he deserves it more. Later, he comes home with a somber face and tells the family that his boss apparently committed suicide. It’s all somber until he tacks on at the end that the bright side is that he’s going to get promoted. The film plays these horrible actions for laughs because a self-conscious story needs a bit of humor to feel original. The Guest is sporadically comparable to efforts like The Stepfather and Jacob’s Ladder, two serious films from vastly different genres that get at the idea of an unwelcome invader and military experiments, respectively. Yet instead of paying homage, the story sticks up a big middle finger to those stories and tells its own twisted narrative. 

Grade: ★ (out of 5)

Anonymous: Hi, Eric. I was wondering, are you going to TIFF ? I really want to know you opinion on the movie The Theory Of Everything, the Stephen Hawing biopic starring Eddie Redmayne and Felicity Jones.

I unfortunately am not. I live in Arizona and attend school year-round so I don’t have time/money to make it to Toronto. I wish I could! I’ve heard nothing but great things about The Theory of Everything. 

I am hoping to attend Sundance in January, though, so that would be a tremendous experience if I can make it happen. Here’s hoping!

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Tom Hardy and the late James Gandolfini deliver excellent performances in The Drop, a cutthroat thriller that feels like a narrative unsure of its tone and how to handle its supporting characters. The film shines when it allows those two actors to occupy the screen at once. They are dynamic, versatile forces, the latter of which is sorely missed, particularly when he plays ruthless men connected with the mob. Unfortunately, much of the film’s underlying elements never mesh with the appropriately compact narrative: the underutilized female character (yes, the entire film has a single one) and the ethnic villains feel like tacked-on additions that don’t work with the layered male leads. It’s unfortunate considering the enigmas that Hardy and Gandolfini play, both given room to breathe and create life in their roles. Enough of the film is suspenseful and compelling to work through those kinks, yet it prevents The Drop from achieving loftier goals. 
The story centers on Bob Saginowski (Tom Hardy), a Brooklyn native that works at Cousin Marv’s Bar. The Marv (James Gandolfini) from which the bar gets its name made a mistake down the line and no longer owns his establishment, but still runs the day-to-day operations alongside Bob, who acts as a bartender and responsible manager of the joint. Their bar occasionally functions as a place for “drops,” where mob members drop off money to be put in a safe located underneath the hardwood until the end of the night, when it is then delivered directly to the mob and business moves along as usual. One night, a robbery goes awry that leads to the loss of $5,000, sparking an investigation that ultimately becomes cumbersome for everyone involved. Detective Torres (John Ortiz) involves himself with the criminal study and notices something is wrong but cannot pinpoint what exactly. 
Then there is concern surrounding an abused puppy that Bob discovers when walking home from work. The puppy was placed in a garbage can outside of Nadia’s (Noomi Rapace) home; she treats Bob as an unwelcome visitor but ultimately they start a friendship vicariously through the dog. The original owner of the little pit bull, Eric Deeds (Matthias Schoenaerts), is a psychopath ex-boyfriend of Nadia’s that torments Bob in his pursuit of his animal. The film remains consistently busy with its plot but never feels bloated, primarily because all of the problems stem from a select few characters. Bob stands within almost all of the film’s conflict, and Hardy puts on a magnetic performance that towers over the film and its effectiveness. He provides Bob with a kindness and a secret looming underneath his calm demeanor; he attends church everyday and cares for the dog passionately, signs that point to a good man, but nothing is as it seems. 
The Drop gels masterfully, particularly when Hardy and Gandolfini occupy a scene together. Gandolfini brings his traditionally strong persona to a man working with the mob but allows Marv to become his own maniacal creation. Director Michaël R. Roskam works well in getting strong performances from his male characters, with Schoenaerts also delivering an impressive supporting turn. The film is often framed appropriately but utilizes awkward camera tricks in close-ups and blurry effects. The film’s biggest offense, however, comes from delegating Rapace to such a graceless, bland role as Nadia, creating a cardboard character with no distinct characteristics outside of how the men define her. It’s frustrating considering her known talents. Tonally the film becomes wonky in its conclusion since it employs comedy that creates an awkward dynamic. Regardless of those missteps, The Drop remains an enjoyable, surprising character study with impressive performances. 
Grade: ★★★ (out of 5)

Note: this review is featured on the Phoenix Film Festival’s website.

Tom Hardy and the late James Gandolfini deliver excellent performances in The Drop, a cutthroat thriller that feels like a narrative unsure of its tone and how to handle its supporting characters. The film shines when it allows those two actors to occupy the screen at once. They are dynamic, versatile forces, the latter of which is sorely missed, particularly when he plays ruthless men connected with the mob. Unfortunately, much of the film’s underlying elements never mesh with the appropriately compact narrative: the underutilized female character (yes, the entire film has a single one) and the ethnic villains feel like tacked-on additions that don’t work with the layered male leads. It’s unfortunate considering the enigmas that Hardy and Gandolfini play, both given room to breathe and create life in their roles. Enough of the film is suspenseful and compelling to work through those kinks, yet it prevents The Drop from achieving loftier goals. 

The story centers on Bob Saginowski (Tom Hardy), a Brooklyn native that works at Cousin Marv’s Bar. The Marv (James Gandolfini) from which the bar gets its name made a mistake down the line and no longer owns his establishment, but still runs the day-to-day operations alongside Bob, who acts as a bartender and responsible manager of the joint. Their bar occasionally functions as a place for “drops,” where mob members drop off money to be put in a safe located underneath the hardwood until the end of the night, when it is then delivered directly to the mob and business moves along as usual. One night, a robbery goes awry that leads to the loss of $5,000, sparking an investigation that ultimately becomes cumbersome for everyone involved. Detective Torres (John Ortiz) involves himself with the criminal study and notices something is wrong but cannot pinpoint what exactly. 

Then there is concern surrounding an abused puppy that Bob discovers when walking home from work. The puppy was placed in a garbage can outside of Nadia’s (Noomi Rapace) home; she treats Bob as an unwelcome visitor but ultimately they start a friendship vicariously through the dog. The original owner of the little pit bull, Eric Deeds (Matthias Schoenaerts), is a psychopath ex-boyfriend of Nadia’s that torments Bob in his pursuit of his animal. The film remains consistently busy with its plot but never feels bloated, primarily because all of the problems stem from a select few characters. Bob stands within almost all of the film’s conflict, and Hardy puts on a magnetic performance that towers over the film and its effectiveness. He provides Bob with a kindness and a secret looming underneath his calm demeanor; he attends church everyday and cares for the dog passionately, signs that point to a good man, but nothing is as it seems. 

The Drop gels masterfully, particularly when Hardy and Gandolfini occupy a scene together. Gandolfini brings his traditionally strong persona to a man working with the mob but allows Marv to become his own maniacal creation. Director Michaël R. Roskam works well in getting strong performances from his male characters, with Schoenaerts also delivering an impressive supporting turn. The film is often framed appropriately but utilizes awkward camera tricks in close-ups and blurry effects. The film’s biggest offense, however, comes from delegating Rapace to such a graceless, bland role as Nadia, creating a cardboard character with no distinct characteristics outside of how the men define her. It’s frustrating considering her known talents. Tonally the film becomes wonky in its conclusion since it employs comedy that creates an awkward dynamic. Regardless of those missteps, The Drop remains an enjoyable, surprising character study with impressive performances. 

Grade: ★★ (out of 5)

Note: this review is featured on the Phoenix Film Festival’s website.
When Dolphin Tale was released back in 2011, the based-on-a-true-story film got generally favorable reviews that led to a moderate box office success. It was a modestly budgeted film that made almost $100 million worldwide, triggering immediate production on a sequel. I wasn’t a particular fan of the first entry, since I thought it was exploitative and simplistic in its approach to wounded animals and made the audience feel bad rather than care about the people at the heart of the story. More of the same ensues in Dolphin Tale 2, only that it feels cheaper, more rudimentary, and aggressively dumber than its predecessor. As a children’s film, it delivers occasional chuckles from the silly actions of the animals, but for parents it’s a mind-numbingly repetitive and basic children’s story without a semblance of how narrative momentum works. The made-for-television feel only accents how thin and cardboard-like the story and characters are. 
The film tells the story of Sawyer (Nathan Gamble), a boy who works at the aquarium that features Winter, the dolphin from the first film. Sawyer works with Dr. Clay Haskett (Harry Connick Jr.) and his daughter, Hazel (Cozi Zuehlsdorff), both of whom want the best for the animals and hope to make Winter happy. But when her longtime companion in sanctuary dies, she becomes depressed and aggressive, retaliating against the trainers and appearing unhinged. Because dolphins must have a companion and they seemingly cannot find another to go along with Winter, the USDA (not the one that monitors meat products, mind you) threatens to move Winter to another aquarium in 30 days if a replacement is not found. Sawyer’s also been offered a position to go on a Boston whale program for 12 weeks through the city’s university, an opportunity for him to advance his education. But that would mean leaving his post, which further complicates matters. 
Having a kid as the protagonist and heart of the film makes for a woefully underdeveloped emotional core. Gamble isn’t a terrible actor, but when he’s given cheesy lines to deliver during every exchange, it feels forced and insincere. If anyone has an allergy to milk products, they might want to avoid the film due to all of the cheese coming from the story and characters. Nonetheless, the narrative does have some merits: the advocation of releasing animals back into the wild if they are self-sufficient is a strong message, and the address of animals in captivity still being wild represents a cautionary, important declaration. Yet the film never takes chances and plays the story safe, particularly during laborious montages that should sum up a scene in thirty seconds but last four to five minutes. The editing for the film wants to bring together every character reaction and leave nothing to the imagination. It’s exhausting. 
Director Charles Martin Smith gives the film a woefully melodramatic feel, creating hyper-drama from scenes that should be underplayed. A musical score dominates every dramatic moment in the film, telling the audience to FEEL rather than feel. There’s also a dreadfully induced product placement scene in the middle of the film, with a MUG Root Beer can in every shot that a character speaks, only for them to end the scene by saying, “Thanks for the root beer.” Shots of Pepsi products later in the film only accent the amount of money the company must have spent to obviously advertise. It’s frustrating that there’s probably a strong story somewhere within all of this mess; maybe a tale of companionship and loneliness for animals in captivity and the way we, as humans, must protect them only when necessary. Dolphin Tale 2 doesn’t concern itself with that, only reminding audiences that some children’s films have the feel of ABC Family or Disney Channel rather than Disney or Pixar. 
Grade: ★½ (out of 5)

Note: this review is featured on the Phoenix Film Festival’s website.

When Dolphin Tale was released back in 2011, the based-on-a-true-story film got generally favorable reviews that led to a moderate box office success. It was a modestly budgeted film that made almost $100 million worldwide, triggering immediate production on a sequel. I wasn’t a particular fan of the first entry, since I thought it was exploitative and simplistic in its approach to wounded animals and made the audience feel bad rather than care about the people at the heart of the story. More of the same ensues in Dolphin Tale 2, only that it feels cheaper, more rudimentary, and aggressively dumber than its predecessor. As a children’s film, it delivers occasional chuckles from the silly actions of the animals, but for parents it’s a mind-numbingly repetitive and basic children’s story without a semblance of how narrative momentum works. The made-for-television feel only accents how thin and cardboard-like the story and characters are. 

The film tells the story of Sawyer (Nathan Gamble), a boy who works at the aquarium that features Winter, the dolphin from the first film. Sawyer works with Dr. Clay Haskett (Harry Connick Jr.) and his daughter, Hazel (Cozi Zuehlsdorff), both of whom want the best for the animals and hope to make Winter happy. But when her longtime companion in sanctuary dies, she becomes depressed and aggressive, retaliating against the trainers and appearing unhinged. Because dolphins must have a companion and they seemingly cannot find another to go along with Winter, the USDA (not the one that monitors meat products, mind you) threatens to move Winter to another aquarium in 30 days if a replacement is not found. Sawyer’s also been offered a position to go on a Boston whale program for 12 weeks through the city’s university, an opportunity for him to advance his education. But that would mean leaving his post, which further complicates matters. 

Having a kid as the protagonist and heart of the film makes for a woefully underdeveloped emotional core. Gamble isn’t a terrible actor, but when he’s given cheesy lines to deliver during every exchange, it feels forced and insincere. If anyone has an allergy to milk products, they might want to avoid the film due to all of the cheese coming from the story and characters. Nonetheless, the narrative does have some merits: the advocation of releasing animals back into the wild if they are self-sufficient is a strong message, and the address of animals in captivity still being wild represents a cautionary, important declaration. Yet the film never takes chances and plays the story safe, particularly during laborious montages that should sum up a scene in thirty seconds but last four to five minutes. The editing for the film wants to bring together every character reaction and leave nothing to the imagination. It’s exhausting. 

Director Charles Martin Smith gives the film a woefully melodramatic feel, creating hyper-drama from scenes that should be underplayed. A musical score dominates every dramatic moment in the film, telling the audience to FEEL rather than feel. There’s also a dreadfully induced product placement scene in the middle of the film, with a MUG Root Beer can in every shot that a character speaks, only for them to end the scene by saying, “Thanks for the root beer.” Shots of Pepsi products later in the film only accent the amount of money the company must have spent to obviously advertise. It’s frustrating that there’s probably a strong story somewhere within all of this mess; maybe a tale of companionship and loneliness for animals in captivity and the way we, as humans, must protect them only when necessary. Dolphin Tale 2 doesn’t concern itself with that, only reminding audiences that some children’s films have the feel of ABC Family or Disney Channel rather than Disney or Pixar. 

Grade: ½ (out of 5)