Film Critic pants, ON! It's time for some capsule (short) movie reviews, so here are my thoughts on five New Releases for the week of Friday, October 4, 2024. I must warn you; it is a pretty bad week...two of the very worst major releases of the year came out on the same day.
Todd Phillips is a terrible filmmaker who makes terrible films, his gifts to the world include absolute worthless trash like, "Road Trip," "Starsky and Hutch," "Due Date," "War Dogs," and, of course, the dreaded "The Hangover" trilogy (yeah, he made THREE of those friggin' things!)
He is also responsible for the very worst film of 2019, the shockingly awful, offensively stupid, amazingly pretentious "Joker," which also features the single worst performance ever to be awarded an Oscar, given by Joaquin Phoenix.
Well, the last thing anybody wanted was a sequel to that garbage, but here it is. Not only is it more of the same derivative amateurish nonsense, but it's also a musical, features Lady Gaga, and is 20 minutes longer... kill me.
To sum up briefly, after the events of the first film, failed comedian Arthur Fleck, AKA "Joker" (Phoenix), is now incarcerated in Arkham State Hospital awaiting trial for his crimes. While he is there, he meets another inmate, Harley Quinn (Gaga). They fall in love and plan a future together. Arthur then goes to trial, hoping to be released so that he and Quinn can live happily ever after.
That's the basic plot, and the movie consists of endlessly dreary scenes of a disturbingly gaunt Arthur slogging through the prison carrying a bucket of his own urine while being beaten by the guards (lead by a visibly bored Brendan Gleeson) or wandering around the yard being humiliated by fellow prisoners, or glumly watching cartoons on TV while smoking A LOT of cigarettes.
Then there are the endlessly dreary scenes in the courtroom, some of which include Arthur defending himself, dressed as the Joker, as crowds gather outside and Harley watches from inside wearing different costumes and makeup. And that's it—for over two hours—until something FINALLY happens at the end, and what happens is idiotic.
It's all shot in gloomy darkness, the same "style" that Phillips rips off from much better films. Like the first movie, it is topped with yet another incredibly mannered, pompous, irritating performance from Phoenix and a truly uninspired turn by a very sleepy Gaga, who looks and acts as though she had to be woken up before each take.
Oh, then there are the horrific, incompetently staged musical numbers that are as forced, inorganic, and lifeless as I've ever seen in a movie. The song choices are obvious and stupid; they are badly sung (on purpose), and I feel like Phillips simply typed "Old Standards Used in Better Movies" into Spotify and started choreographing (poorly).
This film, like the first one, is trash. It's marginally less crappy than the original because of the animated sequence by Sylvain Chomet, the director of "The Triplets of Belleville," that opens the film. In bright Looney Tunes style, the short movie says more in 4 minutes than Phillips does in 140. It's beautiful, and it clearly makes one wish that the whole film had been that instead of the junk it ends up being. - ⭐️
If you know me, you know that I love "Saturday Night Live" and have watched it since the very first episode aired on October 11, 1975. I also host a podcast dedicated to SNL called "That Show Hasn't Been Funny in Years," I have read more books, seen more documentaries, and studied more behind-the-scenes stories about the beloved television institution than possibly anyone on the planet.
From the moment I first heard about this project, who was making it, and which story they were choosing to tell, I was skeptical. Then I saw the trailer, and my skepticism turned into dread. Then I saw the movie, which was worse than I could have imagined.
Co-written and directed by the minimally talented Jason Reitman (whose only good films were NOT written by him and were only watchable because of the scripts written by other people, namely Diablo Cody), this absolute crap is a GIANT misfire on every single level.
The film's unimaginative gimmick is that it takes place 90 minutes before the very first episode of "Saturday Night" is scheduled to air on that fateful night back in 1975. Shot in (mostly) real-time, it follows the endless chaos, complications, and general madness that occur until showtime at 11:30 p.m.
Any credibility that this movie could possibly have is lost almost immediately from the opening sequence when it is clearly established that truth and authenticity will be thrown out the window in favor of a chaotic, badly staged farce disguised as behind-the-scenes reality.
Reitman and his co-writer Gil Kenan have no interest in the truth or the proper and accurate portrayal of the real people involved with the creation of the show because the film is nothing but lie after lie after lie, topped with a tons of "that-never-happened-thens," layered with composites of urban legends, all proposed as truth.
Rietman also doesn't care about little things like tension-building, storytelling, or even setting up and delivering punchlines properly. Everything is thrown at the wall to see what sticks, and the only thing that sticks is real people being falsely and insultingly depicted to the point of absurdity and a group of actors pretending to be SNL legends by doing bad imitations and lobbing around famous quotes or catchphrases.
It's the equivalent of a bunch of children who may have once heard about some show from the 70s and decided to play dress up in their parent's garage with some bad wigs, terrible costumes, and no experience. Any kind of insight into the creation and execution of "Saturday Night Live" is nonexistent; in fact, you can acquire more knowledge about the behind-the-scenes aspect of SNL from watching an episode of "30 Rock," hell, you could acquire more knowledge from an episode of Aaron Sorkin's pitiful "Studio 60 on the Sunset Strip" than this crap.
The fact that about 98% of what is portrayed in the film NEVER happened, and that Reitman shows no interest in accurately presenting the actual creation of the show (which, you know, might really have made a good film), and that the movie consists of nothing but lightweight, easy-on-the-brain fan service and illogical Easter eggs thrown in to make the dumber people in the audience feel smart, are among the other crimes. Oh yeah, it's also snide, condescending, and derivative of other, much better movies.
I will say that a few performances rise above the dreck to warrant the one-star rating below, and they are given by Rachel Sennott, Lamorne Morris, Cooper Hoffman, and the great Willem Dafoe. - ⭐️
3) THE OUTRUN
The remarkable Saoirse Ronan stars in this adaptation of Amy Liptrot's 2016 memoir as an alcoholic who tries to deal with her past by moving from London back to the Orkney Islands in Scotland to work on her father's sheep farm and recover.
Directed by Nora Fingscheidt, this overly stylized but sincere drama has some elements and narrative choices that need to be clarified. The shifting points of view, the jumping between flashbacks and fantasies, and the use of poetic voiceover are a bit overwhelming and unnecessary at times. Simple, straightforward storytelling would have sufficed.
This is not to say that the film isn't effective, because it really is, and at times, it is quite, quite moving. Most of the credit for that should go directly to Ronan, whose performance here is not only deeply affecting but stunning in its authenticity and bravery. She continues to cement herself as one of the best actresses on the planet and one of the most versatile performers in the world.
On a personal note, I am a recovering alcoholic, and I found the film's handling of those elements and its portrayal of the disease to be thoughtful, intelligent, and accurate, which is not always the case in films of this nature. So, bravo to that. - ⭐️⭐️⭐️
4) WHITE BIRD
Advertised as a sequel/prequel to the 2017 film "Wonder," this drama begins as a story about a teenager struggling to belong at a new school after being expelled from his former school for bullying and mistreatment of a classmate (that's the story of "Wonder"). It turns into a fanciful period piece about youth life in Nazi-occupied France.
Blandly directed by the bland Marc Forster, who directed such bland stuff as "Monster's Ball," "The Kite Runner," "Christopher Robin," "A Man Called Otto," and the blandest of all possible bland, "Finding Neverland," this is as bland and formulaic as you can possibly imagine, keyword being bland.
The always terrific Helen Mirren stars as the teen's grandmother, whose story is told in flashback, and she adds life to the proceedings. It's nicely photographed and edited, the score by Thomas Newman is quite good, and the great Gillian Anderson makes an always welcome appearance, but overall, there is really nothing that makes this film anything more than a reasonably forgettable "message movie."
Apparently, this is another film in the "Wonder Universe," which is a Universe that I'm not sure we need. I am a huge fan of the 2017 film, but trying to force a series of movies about similar subjects seems odd and insincere. The messages of acceptance, anti-bullying, and forgiveness, which were dealt with so beautifully in "Wonder," are always welcome and important, but let's not make them bland. - ⭐️⭐️
This one is simple and quick:
See if any of this sounds familiar to you: A story in a pre-internet period where teenagers ride their bikes around New England trying to solve some mysterious, possibly supernatural mysteries with the help of a grizzled old ex-cop.
Yeah, this movie is pretty much "Stranger Things" with Mel Gibson, but without a cute alien named Eleven. If you liked "Stranger Things" you might enjoy this. If you didn't like "Stranger Things," you might not enjoy this. I didn't really like "Stranger Things," so: - ⭐️⭐️
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