The Reel World

“No man will ever believe that a woman is smarter than he is.”

I love con movies. You name it, I’ve seen it. There is just something about someone or a group working towards pulling the wool over the eyes of some arrogant, corrupt fool that believes that they can’t be outsmarted. Mainly, it is about the scam; I like to see the elegance of the con. Lately I’ve been starved for a good con movie in recent years, essentially since Will Smith’s Focus, which was underrated in my opinion. I am aware that Ocean’s Eight was released last year, but I was not a fan. Not for sexist reasons; I just don’t like it when a franchise replaces the established characters for a whole new ensemble. Speaking of sexism, that is a major theme for The Hustle, which stars Anne Hathaway and Rebel Wilson as two con women who use their feminine wiles to manipulate and swindle men who underestimate them. First impression, I was expecting this to be a dry and cheesy addition to the genre that I love. Let’s just say like Hathaway and Wilson’s targets, I was conned, too.

"It's going to be a tearjerker."

It all started with Iron Man in 2008. Marvel Studios put together the most ambitious film saga in the history of the medium. 22 films that served as introduction to comic book heroes and the various story threads that would ultimately bind them together into one epic tale. All along the way it was important that each film stand on its own legs and provide enough story and action to satisfy the film audiences at each signpost along the way. 22 films over 11 years, and it all finally comes to its inevitable conclusion in The Avengers: Endgame. From this film forward, it's going to be a very different landscape for the Marvel Cinematic Universe. New heroes are on the way, and some will either no longer be there or will take on an entirely different form and persona. I'm not about to tell you where these changes come down. That would ultimately ruin this 3-hour ride you are about to embark upon. But when it ends, you will completely understand that it was all leading to this point, and it will be a sad but satisfying conclusion. But before we talk about endings, let's enjoy that final ride into the end.

It's an inescapable fact of life that some things get lost in translation. Italian poetry loses its imagery. War And Peace is apparently much more compelling in Tolstoy's original Russian. And I've been told that Abbott & Costello is painful when told secondhand. You can add to that axiom that Stephen King really doesn't translate very well on the silver screen. The notable exceptions are films based on non-horror works like The Shawshank Redemption and the barely horror-related Stand By Me. Both are wonderful films that manage to capture King's knack for the absurd in every day life. While some consider Kubrick's The Shining a classic, you'll find just as many King fans who hated it, "Here's Johnny" and all of that. I've read most of Stephen King's books and a couple of them multiple times. Pet Sematary is one of my favorites, and I've read it at least three times. When the 1989 film was released, I was eager to see it. That was a mistake, but an even bigger mistake was made by all involved in what was essentially a mess. I blame Denise Crosby, but then again I blame Denise Crosby for hurricanes and urban blight. I don't blame Fred Gwynne. He was the only part of that film that reminded me even remotely of the printed word. Now writers Matt Greenberg & Jeff Buhler join directors Kevin Lolsch & Dennis Widmyer in a remake that while not the disaster of the 1989 film still fails to capture the imaginative prose of the novel. I think it's a translation thing.

The story is essentially the same. The Creed family moves to rural Maine from the hectic big-city life. It's a wonderful a scenic home... well... except for that small rural road where oil tankers go flying by like bats out of hell. It all starts when little kitty Church is the first to meet a tanker head on. Spoiler alert! Church loses that one. Friendly Neighborhood Jud, this time played by John Lithgow, offers some homely advice. You see, there's this ancient Pet Sematary (yeah, the kids spelled it wrong) where the town's kids have been burying their Fidos for generations that just so happens to be part of the new Creed family estate. But just beyond said resting place is an extra special place where buried things come back. Jud just can't stand to see the Creed kids crying over poor old Church, so he lets slip to Dad Louis (Clarke) about the section with the extra secret sauce. Church comes back from the dead, but he ain't quite right. He smells funny. His fur is matted. Oh, and there's the psycho-killer new 'tude. OK as far as it goes. But you know the rest of the story. One of the young Creed rug rats has one of those tanker meetings, and Louis decides it's a good idea to try the same thing on said deceased child. It all goes downhill from there.

Zachary Levi is every geek’s dream come true, becoming a superhero as he takes on the mantle of Shazam. I am not well versed with this hero, but it is safe to say that he is not someone to discount, having an impressive number of abilities that put him in the same league as a superhero. Going in, I was not expecting a lot from this film, as the previews made it seem very silly and without substance. However, I can honestly say that the previews did not do this film justice. Thanks to lively performances by Levi as well as his counterpart Asher Angel, much needed comic relief from Jack Dylan Grazer, and a surprise star-studded twist toward the film’s climax, Shazam is the film to see this weekend.

Billy Batson has spent his teenage years searching for his mother after being separated at a carnival when he was a young child. Determined to be reunited, he has run away an impressive 26 times as well as sought out every Rachel Batson in Philadelphia. After his latest search brings him in direct conflict with local law enforcement, he is sent to a group home run by two former wards of the state. There he meets Freddy, a disabled foster kid with a love of superheroes.

"Welcome to The Taj. Home to statesmen and celebrities for over a century."

There are times when movies come almost uncomfortably close to real life experiences. This can be both a blessing and a curse. I've heard World War II vets have mixed feelings after watching Steven Spielberg's relentless portrayal of the D-Day storming of the beaches of Normandy. Many cried because it brought them back to a place that lives vividly in their own minds. Some were resentful for the pain they experienced. As an audience member who has never experienced anything close to battle, it was compelling and also fatiguing. It seems like director Anthony Maras took a page from Spielberg's book and made it into an entire movie. This time it cuts closer to home for a generation that was significantly changed by the terrorist attacks of 9/11. We live with those images, and it has changed the way we conduct our daily lives from flying in a plane to obtaining identification credentials that used to be matter of course. It doesn't help that these attacks, albeit on a much smaller scale, continue to happen throughout the world by an extremist sector of an otherwise peaceful religion. What might be worse than the fear is that we might be getting somewhat numb to these events. At least that's what I thought before I saw Hotel Mumbai and I realized there were still plenty of nerves to be rattled on the subject of terrorist attacks. If you're concerned that you might have become desensitized to the subject, just one viewing of Hotel Mumbai will answer that question in a resounding way.

So Dumbo was never one of my favorite Disney classics. In fact, when news initially broke about a live-action version being filmed, I wasn’t moved one way or the other. I figured I would end up seeing it for the sake of my daughter, but I figured it would just be something that I would have to endure. I speak these words with the full knowledge that I now have to eat them, as Dumbo has gone from one of my least favorite Disney films to one of my favorite movie experiences of the year. With an all-star cast that includes Colin Farrell, Eva Green, Danny Devito, and Michael Keaton, Dumbo is a fantastical and wholesome family experience that I will be taking my daughter to, but dragging her to it if she puts up a fight. Helmed by Tim Burton, Dumbo is the first of three live-action Disney movies expected this year, with the others being Aladdin and The Lion King. Of those three, I was expecting The Lion King to be the biggest audience draw, but as it stands, Dumbo has set the bar extremely high, and the other two have a lot of work to do if they expect to compete.

In comparison to the animated version, the two films are very different, as the original relied mainly on a cast of speaking animal characters with the exception of Dumbo, which remains a non-speaking role in the future adaptation. The 2019 film features a predominantly human cast, mainly focused on the Farrier family and the Medici circus. Holt Farrier (Farrell) returns home from World War I a war hero who lost a limb. Her wife has died of influenza before his return, leaving him to care for their two children, Milly and Joe (Nico Parker and Finley Hobbins respectively). Eager to resume his life as a performer, he learns that his act, which used to headline the circus, has been cancelled, and the circus has fallen on destitute times. In need of a job, he takes the only position available, wrangling the elephants.

A very creepy, violent, and disturbing film, Us, enters theaters, and it’s probably going to be there for some time. Not only is the plot haunting and filled with terror, the acting that makes it work is superb under the guidance of Jordan Peele who gave us the film Get Out.  Adding more to the potentially Oscar-worthy film is the dank and fear-inducing cinematography with a soundtrack to match. If you like your horror nonstop, then Us is for you.

Young Adelaide (Madison Curry) is having a fun time at the seaside amusement park of Santa Cruz, California with her father and mother.  The night is getting her a bit weary, but she’s still hanging in there, as her father seems to be having the time of his life with the carnival games.  Before her mother seeks out a rest room, she tells her husband to keep an eye on Adelaide.  When he gets challenged by another guy in a game of Wack-a Mole, Adelaide wanders off and walks into a side show called Merlin’s Forrest.  Like in a house of mirrors, the maze gets her confused, but as luck would have it, she comes to a clearing where she meets a girl her age with her same likeness.

It’s Julianne Moore at her best, showing the great performer she is in a romantic comedy with heartbreak.  As Gloria Bell, she makes the lead role compelling and full of life giving her all and even more. It’s perfect for a date night, so grab your best guy or gal and check it out. And it has an explosion of a sound track that includes “Gloria” by Laura Branigan and “Total Eclipse of the Heart” by Bonnie Tyler. A steady visitor to the night club scene, Gloria (Julianne Moore) dances away the hours with men she meets at the bar after a long day working at an insurance office.  Not a spring chicken and divorced, she has been an easy mark for any kind of romance as long as she can dance.  Her family has supported her, especially her mother who’s constantly in her life either on the cell or showing up for lunch. But her life is starting to be empty, that is until she meets Arnold (John Turturro), a free-spirited guy who asks her out.  From then on Gloria starts to blossom all over again, even showing him off to her ex-husband.

Director Sebastian Lelio takes a second look at the script he wrote and filmed in 2013 in Santiago, Chile, and casts English speaking actors for the roles with a setting in L.A.  It’s a chance however for Moore to shine in a vibrant role, and as Gloria she nails it, breathing life into the woman’s boring past. Lelio knows how to work his actors, and he puts Turturro through his paces as the guy who picks up Gloria and makes her a believer in him.

"Does announcing your identity help with the covert part of the job?" 

Let me begin by saying that actress Brie Larson doesn't want me to write this review. It's not that I didn't like the film and intend to cut it down. Actually I rather liked the movie, and while it isn't going to crack my top five Marvel films, it's a very entertaining film that adds wonderfully to this always evolving world of the Marvel Cinematic Universe, or as we fan geeks like to refer to it, the MCU. So she wouldn't take much if any umbrage with my evaluation of the film. It turns out that I happen to be a white male, and she has made it known that she doesn't want to see reviews for this film written by white males. Sorry, Brie. I suggest you skip this one. Just put it out of your mind. Still reading, Brie? I thought you might be. So, after a rather long wait for a movie only teased at in the final frames of a stinger added to Avengers: Infinity War, we finally get to meet the newest member of the Marvel MCU. Welcome, Carol Danvers, aka Captain Marvel, and as they used to say on the comic covers when welcoming new characters: I hope you survive.

"I'm the master of the slow fade."

That would be a good way to describe director Neil Jordan and his latest Hitchcockian thriller, Greta. He also co-wrote the screenplay with Ray Wright, but let's be perfectly honest here. The film doesn't score on the writing. It's a completely predictable thriller, and there's nothing truly innovative or clever about the story. There's nothing here that we haven't seen before. This isn't a clever film by any stretch of the imagination. It's the execution of a tried story that makes this film as compelling as it actually becomes. And all of that comes from some rather unique cinematography and two quite powerful performances by the leading ladies in the star roles. Put that together and this ordinary film at least touches on something close to extraordinary.