Author: BO

After spending a few features in the company of movie stars (including “Cyrus” and “Jeff, Who Lives at Home”), filmmakers Mark and Jay Duplass return to their no-budget roots with “The Do-Deca-Pentathlon.” Although built around a compelling sporting gimmick, the effort is anything but breezy, refusing to dissolve into predictable comedy beats of discomfort and competition, instead taking a domestic disturbance route, observing the wreckage of a brotherly union returning to an ultimate physical and mental trial in a quest to settle household dominance. Holding tightly to Duplass improvisation and zoom-happy traditions, the picture keeps a laudable distance away from expectations, yet it seldom provides a rich understanding of the sibling dynamic at hand, making for a strangely padded 76-minute-long sit. Read the rest at Blu-ray.com

“Soldiers of Fortune” is a decent example of a production able to pull something entertaining out of next to nothing. A low-budget actioner with an eclectic ensemble, the feature doesn’t have much in the way of locations, time to perfect filmmaking choices, and a script of significant nuance, yet as B-movies go these days, “Soldiers of Fortune” offers a little more sass and polish than the average bottom-shelf dweller. Engaging, at least for the first hour, the picture knows how to have fun with itself, delivering a dollar store version of “The Expendables” for those who prefer their mayhem limited in scale and their talent affordable. Read the rest at Blu-ray.com

As much as key creative personnel would like to suggest their new version of “Total Recall” isn’t a remake of the 1990 Arnold Schwarzenegger action extravaganza, it is. Perhaps a few of the details have been changed, the setting altered, and the hero’s goals blurred, but the basic structure of survival is a copy of Paul Verhoven’s picture, not inspired by Philip K. Dick’s 1966 short story. The question is simple: why would anyone want to redo Schwarzenegger? What was once a vivid, demented runaway train of screen violence has been drained of life, turned into a generic shoot-em-up with vague plot objectives and an interchangeable cast of heavy breathers. Instead of Mars, there’s a refocus on futuristic tech, making this once explosive tale a monotonous mixture of “Minority Report” and “I, Robot.” Read the rest at Blu-ray.com

The found footage genre is growing stale, and one of the architects of the trend, Spain’s “Rec” series, is attempting to shake up the formula with an appealing return to conventional scares. The change is necessary after two wildly inventive features drained every last drop of suspense out of POV fury, taking the franchise in a different direction of pure cinematic focus, shifting the non-fiction to fiction as a way to revitalize a second sequel and create a visual shift that supports plans for an upcoming fourth installment. Extraordinarily entertaining, cheeky yet grim, and enjoyably stabilized, “Rec 3: Genesis” is fantastic horror hellraising, while once again pushing the series in a promising new direction. Read the rest at Blu-ray.com

As is the way with the glacial pace of Hollywood development, it’s been six years since directors Jonathan Dayton and Valerie Faris debuted with “Little Miss Sunshine,” the indie hit that launched a promising career for the filmmaking duo. “Ruby Sparks” is their long-awaited follow-up, and while it doesn’t sing like “Sunshine,” it’s a fascinating look at the possibility of mental illness as a form of personal comfort. Best when rough around the edges, the movie holds great potential for an almost bitter exploration of writer’s block and magical realism, although the helmers don’t know when to let go of the story. Regardless of the picture’s habitual display of stumbling, it’s nice to have Faris and Dayton working again, furthering their interest in shattered characters and strange situations. Read the rest at Blu-ray.com

“Diary of a Wimpy Kid: Dog Days” welcomes back the Heffley Family for another round of screen tomfoolery, this time themed around summer vacation woes. Instead of easing viewers back into the flow of the ongoing PG-rated adventure, director David Bowers stages a moment where the youngest Heffley member, toddler Manny, is observed using a urinal cake as hand soap, and our hero, Greg, is caught in a public pool filled with peeing children. And this is the first five minutes of the movie, folks. It’s a long season for the crude “Wimpy Kid” routine, with this second sequel as lackluster and disjointed as the two films that preceded it. “Dog Days” indeed. Read the rest at Blu-ray.com

“Easy Money” separates itself from the crime picture competition with its attention to the nuance of character, not the spellbinding flashes of illegal activity. It’s a raw effort, using a Euro financial crisis atmosphere to engineer a new form of troublemaking, though there’s nothing here that snowballs into a light caper. Instead, “Easy Money” is dark and emotionally textured, keeping the patient rewarded with a genuine depiction of bothered souls caught between dreams of responsibility and the danger of survival. It’s not a film of predictability or resolution, but grit, with director Daniel Espinosa (last winter’s “Safe House”) finding a fascinating tone of helplessness to forcefully slice through the expected tough guy attitude. Read the rest at Blu-ray.com

I first encountered the work of Elika Portnoy two years ago, with the release of “Immigration Tango,” a wretched film that worked diligently to promote its star/producer/writer as a creative force, designing her own starring vehicle to launch herself as a major actress. “Assassin’s Bullet” is Portnoy’s latest production, accepting story and starring credits, though she’s responsible for five different roles over the course of the movie. It’s a vanity project for a hopelessly wooden performer, but at least Portnoy had the sense to pony up a few bucks for a colorful supporting cast, bringing Christian Slater, Donald Sutherland, and Timothy Spall to Bulgaria in an effort to soften the blow of an exhaustively moronic actioner. Read the rest at Blu-ray.com

“Burning Man” is a grueling picture to watch, yet it packs an outstanding emotional wallop despite chasing every impulse to disturb the delicate passage of profound feelings. It’s a film of editorial technique and physical distance, endeavoring to disrupt a formulaic story of self-discovery and loss in a manner that honestly infuriates as much as it captivates. It’s a bizarre approach to a study of grief, yet it maintains an originality that’s laudable. If you decide to purchase a ticket, keep in mind the first 30 minutes are designed to provoke and frustrate, testing the viewer with a chronological disorientation that never relents, requiring outsiders to simply adapt to the blur at hand. Read the rest at Blu-ray.com

The filmography of writer/director Todd Solondz has a specific tempo of idiosyncrasy in common, yet the manifestation of this deliberate oddness has taken many forms during his career, displaying a particularly vibrant ease with the uncomfortable in 1995’s “Welcome to the Dollhouse” and his best picture, 1998’s “Happiness.” While always an interesting storyteller, Solondz has seen the latter part of his career hit an undeniable repetitiveness, clouding his once crystalline vision for domestic disorder. His latest, “Dark Horse,” offers a wealth of small pleasures, but as a whole, it fails to make much of an impact, exhausting direction the longer it pursues a dreamscape tone that only seems to retain perfect shape in the helmer’s head. Read the rest at Blu-ray.com

The last 20 minutes of “The Watch” are wonderful. Filled with exciting alien attack antics, a charmingly macabre playfulness, and actors sticking to a script, the climax of the film seizes the potential of the material, bringing on laughs and a little suspense. The rest of “The Watch” is tired, aggravatingly vociferous stuff, with an insatiable improvisational thirst that makes a perfectly agreeable premise look like an audition tape for The Groundlings. Frighteningly unfunny and disappointingly unimaginative, the feature is a missed opportunity on a grand scale, pulling together authentically funny people who spend most of the movie riffing themselves into a coma. It’s the first sci-fi comedy where one roots for more sci-fi. Read the rest at Blu-ray.com

At this point, there’s really nothing helping to differentiate between the four “Step Up” pictures outside of the use of 3D. These are interchangeable movies, geared solely toward younger crowds who value the latest trends in dance choreography while enjoying tanned eye candy provided by the chiseled stars of the show. “Step Up Revolution” isn’t the worst of the series, but it’s the laziest, doing away with any type of dramatic substance and basic elements of logic to forge ahead as an extended music video. Perhaps this is all that’s required for most audiences, but when the writing is this flaccid and the performances resemble advanced robotics, a little production imagination could go a long way. Read the rest at Blu-ray.com