Category: Film Review

Zoe Lister-Jones has been a problematic presence in film, often stuck portraying best friends and cold individuals, while her screenwriting career delivered “Lola Versus,” one of the worst movies of 2012. With “Band Aid,” Lister-Jones graduates to the director’s chair, helming an unusual ode to the pressures, trials, and weird balance of married life. Storytelling-wise, the picture is slow-pitch softball, basically creating a domestic gladiatorial arena for Lister-Jones and co-star Adam Pally to work on their improvisational skills, weaving through light and dark moments that are meant to represent the flow of codependency. “Band Aid” is a much better feature when it’s not trying so hard to be profound, coming alive in the rare moments when Lister-Jones isn’t taking a sledgehammer to drive home themes. There’s definitely something here that’s worth a viewing, but it takes some patience to get through Lister-Jones and her reliance on cliché to connect the dots. Read the rest at Blu-ray.com

“Pray for Rain” offers a compelling setting, traveling to rural California where farmland is being destroyed by drought, and those most in need of water have little control over the management of resources. Screenwriters Christina Moore and Gloria Musca have all the opportunity in the world to focus on this conflict, which doesn’t show up in many movies, keeping political and combustible with the fight for water. Moore and Musca only get halfway there with “Pray for Rain,” which seems terrified of attempting to hang an entire film on headline news, instead hiding their passion in the middle of a formulaic mystery that repeatedly blocks the view of a stronger feature struggling to be seen. As much as I enjoy the image of Jane Seymour blasting away with a shotgun that’s probably bigger than she is, the melodrama of the effort only manages to cripple the production. Read the rest at Blu-ray.com

Perhaps it’s fitting that a character who’s a product of immortality should be subjected to repeated reboots and remakes over the last 86 years. Universal Pictures is not about to let one of their top horror icons fade into obscurity, reviving the creature for “The Mummy,” which also represents the first shot fired in the studio’s Dark Universe franchise movement, because nothing can just be a movie anymore, it has to be a multi-decade financial plan. The brand name hasn’t been touched since 2008’s “The Mummy: Tomb of the Dragon Emperor,” and for good reason, as it’s tough to make a chiller these days, especially with a titular character that offers few surprises. Sadly, the production doesn’t supply a stripped down version of the tightly wrapped menace, burying the monster’s core appeal under layers of needless exposition, prized supporting characters, and the starring demands of Tom Cruise, who’s completely out of his element in this update. Reaching for laughs, CGI-laden action, and sequels before the first installment has a chance to cool, “The Mummy” simply attempts too much, forgetting how this whole series began with mood, not fireworks and breathless backstory. Read the rest at Blu-ray.com

“Who will survive and what will be left of them?” is the famous tagline of 1974’s “The Texas Chain Saw Massacre.” It’s also a fitting summation of “It Comes at Night,” the new film from the writer/director of “Krisha,” Trey Edward Shults. While lacking overt scares, the feature does successfully chart the mental and physical health of those caught in an inescapable crisis, inspecting the wear and tear of lives lived in perpetual paranoia. “It Comes at Night” is being marketed as a horror effort, which is incorrect. It’s not grotesque with violence, but purposeful, detailing a world gone mad from the perspective of those barely hanging on. It’s challenging, artfully made work from Shults, requiring those electing to see it to relax some expectations as the movie endeavors to unnerve, not shock. Read the rest at Blu-ray.com

The exploits of the Zodiac Killer, one of the most feared serial murderers in history, have been brought to the screen on numerous occasions. Most notably, there was “Dirty Harry,” where the titular character was allowed a chance to exact revenge on the enigmatic madman, preserving justice with the most powerful handgun in the world. And there’s David Fincher’s “Zodiac,” which examined real world panic surrounding the case, employing journalism as a way to detail the ways of murder, suspicion, and anxiety. “Awakening the Zodiac” isn’t joining the pantheon of great investigative movies about the Zodiac Killer case, but as a chiller, it’s not bad, mixing feverish decoding and paranoia, offering reasonable thrills along the way. It’s nowhere near as precise as Fincher or blunt as Clint Eastwood, yet “Awakening the Zodiac” can be appealing when it focuses on the heat of the moment. Read the rest at Blu-ray.com

Ken Loach doesn’t make easy movies. It’s not something that comes natural to him, preferring to stay in the realm of the real, with behavioral authenticity prized most highly by the lauded filmmaker, often searching for the tenacity of the human spirit in the depths of misery. Loach can be an amazing storyteller (“My Name is Joe,” “Raining Stones,” “Sweet Sixteen”), and he can be a frustrating one as well, perhaps a bit too obsessed with depicting onscreen misery. “I, Daniel Blake” is his latest effort, and it plays like a greatest hits mix of Loach fetishes, covering the pains of poverty, injustice, bureaucratic entanglements, and social humiliations. It’s not a light sit by any means, but the helmer is fully in his element, keeping “I, Daniel Blake” relatable and restless, with remarkable performances leading Loach’s mission to sustain realism for as long as possible. Read the rest at Blu-ray.com

Co-writer/director Aaron B. Koontz has a made a John Carpenter tribute film with “Camera Obscura,” only one that doesn’t celebrate the best the maestro has to offer. A homage to “In the Mouth of Madness” with a touch of “They Live” for flavoring, “Camera Obscura” toys with the unreal, building a supernatural serial killer story that begins with a touch of dark magic and ends in a nightmare realm of insanity. Koontz is determined to remain one step ahead of his audience, messing with grim visions and bloodied victims, but his command of tonality is severely lacking, somehow turning a tale of PTSD into a darkly comic chiller that rests on a bed of Carpenter-esque synth scoring, ultimately crippled by miscastings and a screenplay that’s often caught scrambling for something to do. Read the rest at Blu-ray.com

Director Jonathan Mostow was once primed to become a major force in thriller cinema. 20 years ago, he helmed “Breakdown,” an effective suspense piece starring Kurt Russell. “U-571” followed, while the moderately engaging “Terminator 3: Rise of the Machines” permitted Mostow to take a bite out of blockbuster moviemaking. But that was pretty much all he was allowed to get away with, returning in 2009 for “Surrogates,” a career-slowing misfire. And now, nearly a decade later, he returns with “The Hunter’s Prayer,” a “Taken”-style actioner arriving too late to matter, starring Sam Worthington, who seems to have an allergic reaction to giving expressive, meaning performances. It’s an uphill battle for the production, but it doesn’t have the motivation to be either a brutal chase picture or a sensitive study of an ailing hitman. Read the rest at Blu-ray.com

It’s difficult to get upset with “Miles,” as it arrives with the purest of intentions, striving to give its audience an empowerment tale that explores sexuality and equality. Co-writer/director Nathan Adloff has a plan for a sensitive portrayal of clouded identity, but his vision isn’t always crystal clear, introducing an abundance of subplots and halfhearted crisis to beef up what should really remain a story about a young man taking possession of own life after experiencing a personal loss. Adloff has a willing cast to color “Miles,” and they do great job with the messy screenplay, which is fond of introductions, but not always examination, resulting a feature that’s kind and communicative, but seldom profound, never adding up to anything distinct. Read the rest at Blu-ray.com

Coming soon after the release of “Diary of a Wimpy Kid: The Long Haul,” “Captain Underpants” is another picture that’s strictly for young audiences, or at least anyone who finds the very pronunciation of diarrhea hilarious. It’s the first of possibly many movies adapted from a book series by author Dav Pilkey, who plays to children with a tale that covers creative expression, teacher manipulation, and best friend interplay, setting the whole thing in a kids-rule-the-school scenario. “Captain Underpants” is occasionally imaginative, and director David Soren’s addiction to speed is helpful for adults hoping to get through a feature that offers more undergarment jokes than the 2017 film year needs, but the material doesn’t lend itself naturally to 90 minutes of screen time, with signs of stress increasing as the production searches for ways to feed the CG-animated beast. Read the rest at Blu-ray.com

Wonder Woman was introduced to the DC Extended Universe in last year’s “Batman v. Superman: Dawn of Justice.” It was a supporting turn, but a notable one, unveiling the full power of the character before any history was established. It was a chance to see an iconic superhero on screen, finally taking Wonder Woman’s considerable comic book history seriously with a broadly powerful figure, fighting alongside Batman and Superman. Now it’s Wonder Woman’s turn for a starring vehicle, with director Patty Jenkins (who hasn’t helmed a feature film since 2003’s “Monster”) taking on a considerable challenge of tone, working to find a balance between feminine power and franchise appeal. Jenkins is mostly successful with “Wonder Woman,” capturing the majesty of Diana Prince and her call to global consciousness, crafting a satisfying origin story that gifts the beloved Amazon a formidable first step toward big screen domination. Read the rest at Blu-ray.com

It’s difficult to tell what kind of movie “War Machine” wants to be. It has satirical edges, but it often plays like a drama, and its handle on Middle East politics and interests generally whiffs when broader comedy is introduced. Precision is not a priority for writer/director David Michod (“Animal Kingdom”), and perhaps he believes he’s making the second coming of “Dr. Strangelove” with the effort, but “War Machine” never gels as intended, trying to do something oddball with the Afghanistan War, to help separate it from the plethora of features also attempting to dissect the confusion of combat that has no direction, no end game. Michod displays a level of confidence with his strange brew of laughs and frustration, but the endeavor misses as much as it hits, which, considering the talent involved, feels like a missed opportunity. Read the rest at Blu-ray.com

Thomas Vinterberg is a founding member of the Dogme 95 movement and a helmer typically drawn to provocative material. He’s mastered the art of cinematic confrontation, exploring haunted characters put through Hell in “The Hunt” and his 1998 breakout endeavor, “The Celebration.” Vinterberg is sensational with emotional wreckage, and his streak continues with “The Commune,” assembling another trial of unbearable decisions for his characters with this semi-autobiographical effort. Once again, troubled people come together with the purest of intentions, only to watch their lives explode with conflict, with Vinterberg overseeing excellent performances and crushing turns of plot. There’s a newfound sense of manipulation in play, but the helmer accesses some profound feelings here, building a nicely pained drama that could be interpreted as a spiritual sequel to “The Celebration.” Read the rest at Blu-ray.com

Co-writer/director Gary Michael Schultz wants to make a hardcore crime movie with “Vincent N Roxxy.” He’s stuffed the picture with bad dudes and enigmatic women, picking an all-American setting as well, emphasizing cinematic influences by taking troubling situations of guilt and theft into the middle of nowhere, stepping away from urban intensity. There are haunted characters, sex, and plenty of violence. However, Schultz doesn’t have a strong enough vision for this riff on the 1993 cult classic, “True Romance,” showing up without proper editing to make sense of a flimsy script, while his interest in screen brutality is alarming, destroying whatever intimacy he’s trying to create along the way. For a film that’s about the ways of love, redemption, and family, “Vincent N Roxxy” is wholly unpleasant. Read the rest at Blu-ray.com

While the title is “Be Afraid,” it’s often difficult to understand what there is to fear in the movie. A semi-Shyamalan effort from writer Gerald Nott and director Drew Gabreski, the feature doesn’t provide an original take on very worn out ideas, once again playing with creatures of the night, forbidden forests, domestic dysfunction, and small town doubt. The big addition here is the concept of sleep paralysis, a state of immobility where the dreamer is fully aware of the moment, but little is done with the detail, which is basically introduced to secure easier pickings for an iffy monster. “Be Afraid” isn’t a significant genre achievement, going through the basic cable chiller motions, in desperate need of passion, not scares, to bring it to life. Read the rest at Blu-ray.com

Writer/director John Butler (2013’s “The Bachelor Weekend”) doesn’t have much in the way of originality with “Handsome Devil,” so he invests in heart instead. It’s smart move, as the story works through familiar coming of age incidents, showcasing personal growth with teenagers saddled with bullying and parental neglect issues — average After School Special stuff. “Handsome Devil” remains alert through engaged performances that know what to do with the emotions Butler introduces, keeping the cast busy trying to define their characters in interesting, even fresh ways. Formula is important to Butler, but he fights to keep the picture as real as possible, touching on personal connections and awakenings, which save the feature from complete predictability. Read the rest at Blu-ray.com

13 years ago, there was “Pirates of the Caribbean: The Curse of the Black Pearl.” It was the little blockbuster that could, overcoming dismissive press due to its theme park origin and heavy competition at the box office, becoming the third highest grossing picture of 2003. It earned its success through imaginative storytelling and a playful tone that balanced light and dark events, and there was Johnny Depp, who created a memorable character in Jack Sparrow, redefining what it means to be a big screen pirate. Back-to-back sequels followed in 2006 and ’07, and the bloat started to set in, with the producers caring more about enormity of visual effects than pure adventure. And 2011’s “On Stranger Tides” flatlined from the very first scene, struggling to come up with anything even remotely thrilling. After a long break from SparrowLand, “Dead Men Tell No Tales” arrives with the opportunity to revitalize the franchise, to find a new direction that could rekindle the mischief and mystery of “The Curse of the Black Pearl.” Sadly, “Dead Men Tell No Tales” doesn’t possess the ambition to be anything more than yet another noisy “Pirates of the Caribbean” misfire. Read the rest at Blu-ray.com

One doesn’t expect a cinematic miracle with a big screen adaptation of the television show “Baywatch,” but a little effort wouldn’t have hurt. Seth Gordon, the director of “Four Christmases,” “Identity Thief” and “Horrible Bosses,” is put in charge of the transition, with the production taking a cheeky, skin-heavy show with mild heroics and turning it into an R-rated raunch fest that takes its ridiculous plot too seriously, often at the expense of character and comedic timing. The new “Baywatch” is an extended joke, hinting at parody, but it ends up a misfire without enthralling stunt work or even a proper beach vibe. It’s barely even an episode of the show, coming up short in almost every department except abdominal muscle definition. That’s the feature’s primary achievement. Read the rest at Blu-ray.com

It’s hard to resist the premise of “Wakefield,” which finds the lead character intentionally hiding away from his dysfunctional family for months, observing the chaos and concern raised in his absence. It’s an ideal role for any actor, but star Bryan Cranston positively sinks his teeth into part, giving the material (adapted from a short story by E.L. Doctorow) necessary attitude and dramatic commitment, offering his best big screen work in some time. Writer/director Robin Swicord clearly relishes her time with Cranston, allowing him room to do his thing, and “Wakefield” creates an intriguing balance of comedy and darkness to support the actor, examining identity and responsibility with this atypical tale of male escape. Read the rest at Blu-ray.com

As if moviegoers need another reason to be wary of European strangers. “Berlin Syndrome” teases a case of xenophobia, but it’s really a grim chiller that introduces and explores the miserable existence of Stockholm syndrome, which is a complex psychological concept that requires something more than cheap scare. Director Cate Shortland offers terrific command of the material, generating all the requisite horror of capture and imprisonment, but there’s more in the margins with “Berlin Syndrome” (based on a book by Melanie Joosten, scripted by Shaun Grant), which drills deeper into sicko games of possession to explore sensuality, anger, and, ultimately, submission. Shortland has a specific vision for this mix of “Misery” and “Hostel,” refusing to break her effort down into digestible exploitation chunks for easier consumption. Read the rest at Blu-ray.com