Disc Reviews

It’s been about 10 years since Richard Linklater gave us Boyhood, which for me may not be my personal favorite of his films, but it is the one that certainly got the attention of the Academy Awards. Linklater is a director I’ve always been a fan of. It’s hard to really describe his filmography other than to say it is diverse, but at the heart of all his films they are about the characters. It’s no surprise that his new film Hit Man is once again a film about the characters and definitely has more heart than violence, even if the central character is supposed to be a contract killer. The film is loosely based on a true story and was written by Richard Linklater and Glen Powell, who also stars in the film, and my first reaction is this is immediately shooting to the top of my list of my favorite films I’ve seen this year. Though this film has some familiar tropes, I have to say it is a breath of fresh air. A film without CGI, it isn’t an established IP; it’s just a good story that is carried by great performances and was fun start to finish. The first impression I got from the film as the credits rolled is that it reminded me of the fun and cool crime films of the 90s.  To be even more specific, this reminded me of Grosse Point Blank and Out of Sight if the films had a love child and for an extra splash of cool blended in Confessions of a Dangerous Mind, but some how it still manages to be its own thing.

Glen Powell plays Gary Johnson, who is a college professor in New Orleans. On the side he works with the police department as a simple tech guy … that is until he’s put in the position where he has to go undercover and pose as a hit man when the department’s “hit man” is put on a 120-day suspension. To everyone’s surprise it turns out Gary is really good at pretending to be a professional killer, and he is given the full-time gig for as long as the under cover agent, Jasper (Austin Amelio) is under suspension. Gary takes the new job seriously and starts to research the people who are wanting to hire him as a hit man, and he takes on a persona he feels best suits the hit man they are looking for. We get to see Gary take on a wide variety of looks and personalities, and if this was all the film was I would have been happy, but things take a bit of turn when Gary is confronted by Madison (Adria Arjona), a woman looking for someone to kill her husband. The identity Gary uses with Madison is Ron, and under this persona Gary seems to find this untapped confidence and manages to convince Madison to not go through with hiring him for the hit. While this may seem like a bust for the undercover unit, Gary seems to enjoy acting like Ron, and he kind of runs with this personality.

It’s summertime, and that means people will of course be flooding the beaches to soak up some rays and enjoy frolicking in the ocean. Because of pop culture and the legacy of Jaws, I’m sure plenty of those beachgoers will have that terrifying thought about what could be lurking beneath the surface, potentially stalking them and ready to strike. The reality is sharks want nothing to do with us; they’d rather feast on a tasty harbor seal or a giant tuna, but that doesn’t change how so many people are afraid of sharks, and Hollywood has happily cashed in on those fears, churning out numerous shark-attack films year after year. Jaws is of course the pinnacle of the genre; then I’d consider The Shallows and Deep Blue Sea to follow behind it. Personally I’m a fan of this sub-genre of creature feature films. No matter how absurd these films may get, if it has a shark turning swimmers into its own little buffet, I have to check it out. To be fair, there have been some duds in the genre, but the only one I wish I could take back and erase from my memory would be last years Black Demon. Yikes, that was a bad one. Right now, though, I’m going to be talking about the new French film that Netflix has released, Under Paris. Is it worth taking the plunge, or does it follow in the footsteps of many previous films from the streaming giant and turn out to be a dud?

The film opens up in the Pacific Ocean, where a group of scientists are exploring the great garbage patch that is floating in the open waters.  They are there because they’ve been tracking a mako shark, and they soon realize that there’s something strange about their shark. It has managed to grow double the size it should be. The shark wastes little time before chewing its way through the scientists, leaving behind Sophia (Berenice Bejo), who’s just watched her husband get killed along with the other members of the team. The film jumps ahead three years, and an activist group has been tracking this mako, and they’ve discovered it has found its way into the Seine River and has made the river its new hunting ground. It just so happens Sophia is working at an aquarium not too far from the Seine River. This coincidence does give some heavy Jaws IV: The Revenge vibes, only instead of revenge, perhaps the shark has come to finish what it started.

It was October 8, 1989 at the USF Sun Dome where I first saw The Beach Boys live with Chicago as their opening act. It was my first concert experience, and in my household The Beach Boys were pretty much royalty. Any time the band was on the radio the volume was cranked up and my mom and I would sing along, causing those in neighboring cars to quickly roll up their windows in an attempt to tune out our terrible voices. My parents collected the albums on vinyl, and later I’d get them on cassette and bop my head listening to the surf tunes fantasizing about the beach or staring out at the pool thinking about bikini-clad girls. The Beach Boys will forever have a nostalgic place in my heart. Even as my taste in music has evolved, I still will listen to their albums time to time. Their feel-good music is perfect for a summer afternoon; they’re timeless, and that’s why I’m not surprised that Disney has put out a new documentary about the band that got its start in the early 60s, and you can still see them touring still (at least with some of the surviving members). I was excited about this documentary, though I’ve learned to be a little cautious; after all, it is sometimes good to not know all the dirty little secrets about the artists and sports figures we idolized in our past. But then I remembered this is Disney, so I doubt we’ll be getting anything too scandalous here, and I was right.

There should be very little surprise that this documentary starts off with how the band first came together. We get the photos from when the members were all younger, and their influences, no surprise that they were fans of surf music legends like Dick Dale and The Ventures. What is a bit of surprise is hearing how little the members of the band actually surfed. They were more about the music and mastering their harmonies, which is what not only launched their careers but has become a part of their legacy. We get interviews with some of the surviving members as well as clips from archived interviews, and this is not just expected but welcomed in this type of documentary.

"A Haunting is a lonely thing. No one else can see what you see. Even the people you love would call you crazy."

We all have our fears, and that's a good thing for the folks in the movie-making business. Fright sells, and we all like to be afraid ... at least a little bit. From rollercoasters to movies, fear is a business, and going by box office receipts and streaming numbers, business has been good. The nice thing about movies that deal with fears is that they make excellent independent film fodder, because it's something everyone relates to, and you can do it on a pretty modest budget. But the writing has to be good, and the performances must be compelling, particularly when you don't have the cash to dazzle them with computer-generated delight. You might not get that box office jackpot, but with streaming and home video, a good movie does indeed have an afterlife. Writers/directors Jesse Holland and Andy Mitton have just that with the Lightyear Entertainment release of their 2015 horror film We Go On. It's a barebones release that just might be worth a spin after all.

The story for The Jester got its start through a trio of short films that were put on YouTube. The shorts had found success, and fans were rewarded with a feature length film. Shudder grabbed the streaming rights for the film, and now here we are …When it comes to Shudder, I have no shame in admitting it is my favorite of all the streaming services. Not only does it have a solid selection of horror films, but it also has The Last Drive-In with Joe Bob Briggs, and that alone makes it worth the monthly fee. Now, as a horror service, it is no surprise that they buy a bunch of titles to release over the course of the year, and in the past they’ve put out greats like The Innocents, The Sadness, and Deadstream to name a few. But of course they are going to have some misses, and The Jester is one of those confident purchases that I feel ended up a big miss.

To put it in simple terms, The Jester is a bad knockoff of the Terrifier films. Sure, the horror genre is filled with knockoff films, and some are better than the previous film they ripped the plot from, but in the case of Terrifier, I feel that film is sort of like magic in a gore-filled bottle that just came along at the perfect time, and The Jester, despite having its heart in the right place, just doesn’t have what it takes to compete. Now, before I really get started, where The Jester does succeed, it captures the Halloween atmosphere beautifully from the set design to the color palette throughout, so even though it is summer, if you are craving a film that has all the autumn vibes you can ask for, for this alone, The Jester may be worth taking a gander at.