“I fought for the sport of it, never to kick someone’s ass. It started in the ring and ended in the ring. Fighting should be a last resort, not a first.”

Before this quote, I must I was mildly concerned about the message this film was sending to the public. I wholeheartedly agree with the statement; however, before the words were uttered, I was mildly confused by the behavior of some of the characters in Fight to the Finish. Fortunately, the confusion did not last long, as I was quickly brought up to speed about the characters’ actions.

Even though I like to think I've seen more movies than the average bear, I'll admit to having somewhat of a blind spot when it comes to world cinema. So I'm a little ashamed to say I hadn't even heard of Paolo and Vittorio Taviani — the Italian filmmaking brothers who have worked together all their lives and started making movies in the 1950s — before I picked up this handy three-pack from the Cohen Media Group. The Taviani Brothers Collection features three of the siblings' most acclaimed work: Padre Padrone, The Night of the Shooting Stars, and Kaos.

Obedience is the air you breathe.”

Life on the road as a comic always seemed like it would be the bachelors dream lifestyle: a new town every other night, getting to meet new people and see new sites while getting paid to tell jokes. Well, for the most part I still think it’s a pretty sweet deal, but in the new existential comedy Entertainment, we get a glimpse into what the road life would be if you just happened to be one of the worst comedians to take the stage.  This slow, depressing look at The (unnamed) Comedian (Gregg Turkington) as he attempts to mend his relationship with his daughter doesn’t go for laughs but instead attempts to take an introspective look at its star, and just seems to go nowhere.

As we watch The Comedian in his life offstage, he’s your average guy who seems to be disappointed with his lot in life but seems to embrace the “art” of his craft.  When we see The Comedian take the stage, we see a shift in demeanor as the quiet and meek man turns into crude and obnoxious comedian who stumbles his way through jokes and insults.  It’s a very Andy-Kaufman-esque performance, only lacking the showmanship of his lounge lizard persona, and most importantly, the humor.  What makes the character so frustrating is that it is obvious he’s no good, but yet he does nothing to attempt to improve upon his act, but instead he points the finger at the audience.

Here is an instance where there was so much promise going into this film, but because of its lack of restraint, it blew an opportunity to be a good film.  The Midnight Man offers up a fun premise, a good cast, and high production values, but what plagues this film is a script that is filled with so much bad dialog you’ll wish you were watching a silent film.  Quick lesson in screenwriting: don’t try to be Shane Black or Quentin Tarantino; they are a class of their own, and to try to copy them only shines a light on how bad your dialog really is.  I’m being hard on this film, because had this film shown some restraint and kept the dialog simple, this could have been a really cool film.

Grady (Will Kemp) is the guy people use when things are about to get messy and you need to have your problem eliminated quickly.  He’s the perfect hitman because of a special gift that he has the ability to not feel pain; the sense of touch means absolutely nothing to him.  Because of his superhuman threshold against the sense of feeling, it has given him bravado that borderline makes him a reckless individual, but still he gets results.

”We recognize that it is our responsibility to help ensure that casting decisions reflect the diversity and culture of the time periods portrayed. In this instance we failed to live up to our own standards of sensitivity and diversity, for which we sincerely apologize. Lionsgate is deeply committed to making films that reflect the diversity of our audiences. We have, can, and will continue to do better...

It's a bad sign when a studio issues a public apology months before the film ever hits the screens. Gods Of Egypt will likely be remembered, if it's remembered at all, as having some of the worst timing of any film ever. Everyone in the industry has seen the report of the lack of diversity in Hollywood. It started with the Oscars and steamrolled to an audit from there. I don't know that I buy all of this completely, and I do fear an exaggerated response in future films. Whatever you think of the controversy, Gods Of Egypt stepped right into the big pile of dog doo (Baby says it isn't hers). The epic fantasy story takes place in ancient Egypt and is cast with a rather obvious number of white Australian actors who just can't sell the whole Egyptian thing. Count Gerard Butler at the top of the list. Here's an actor who usually can't decide exactly what nationality his character is at the best of times. Now you're just setting yourself up for a disaster. In fact, there hasn't been this huge a disaster movie since Irwin Allen hung up his lenses decades ago.

Ever since Michael Mann came along, the bar has been set when it comes to making gritty heist films.  Sure, films have come close in reaching the ranks of Thief and Heat, but close isn’t enough to put films over the top.  When the trailers came along for Triple 9, it was a film that I immediately had my eye on and was curious what director John Hilcoat (The Road and Lawless) would do with the material.  The result is just about the most corrupt cop film to come out in ages and a gritty crime drama full of double-crosses that’ll have you questioning who are the good guys in a sea of so many bad ones.  Is this a modern masterpiece or simply a slick action film?  Well, to be fair, it’s somewhere in the middle.  Strap on your bulletproof vest and grab and extra clip, because Triple 9 throws you in the thick of the action.

In the heart of Atlanta, Georgia, the film opens up with a fun little bank heist that doesn’t go as planned once one of the robbers gets greedy and makes a grab for cash.  For those who have seen the trailer, it’s this cash grab that is responsible for the dye pack explosion that forces the robbers to create a new escape route of their own.  Right off the bat the film was feeling a bit familiar, as I couldn’t help but think about Heat.  But thankfully the film takes an unsuspecting turn once it is revealed that members of this heist crew are cops.

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Back in October I wrote about The Facts of Life: Season 7 in which I dealt with the general history and overall dynamics of the show. I suggest you go back and check that out so I don’t cover the same ground twice. The big addition that year was George Clooney. Not many series have as long and healthy a run as The Facts of Life, but as they age changes are forced on them. One of those changes that occurred in the opening episodes of Season 8 is Charlotte Rae’s (Mrs. Edna Garrett) decision to leave the show. The transition is handled gracefully with Edna’s marriage to a doctor who is leaving to help those in the third world by serving in the Peace Corps. This brings her sister, Beverly Ann Stickle (Cloris Leachman) to try and take up the mantle of house mother to the girls. I’m sure everyone knows the girls, named Blair, Jo, Tootie, and Mindy. The main purpose of releasing these programs from the 1980’s on DVD is to relive earlier times in our own lives as much as to see the programs themselves. Maybe mothers want to share life lessons with their daughters from a much simpler and, at this point, almost alien time. The show was part broad comedy and part melodrama, focusing on the teenage girls and their coming of age. The comedy on the show was, frankly, full of hamminess and cheesiness. With so much ham and cheese, you weren’t hungry after one episode, so imagine bingeing on a season of shows. The life lessons learned were basic but well-intentioned and good-natured. On one level, things have changed enormously since the 1980’s, but core values and human decency are still important. It’s hard to find that kind of innocence today in television programming, but it was almost required in those days.

Most of the episodes tend to run together with a predictable sameness with some rising to the top and some sinking to the bottom. One particularly difficult one to watch was an episode with Fabian and Bobby Rydel playing themselves, but then flashing back into the sixties when they were popular. I mentioned ham and cheese, but I forgot to mention corn. This was a lowlight of corniness with the girls playing 60’s teenagers and Leachman as a jaded beatnik. One of the highlights was an episode when the young orphan who was always hanging out with them, Andy Moffett (Mackensie Astin), was going to a heavy metal concert by a group called The Walking Dead. They were ahead of their time on that one.

The premise itself is relatively simple and requires no real past knowledge to get on board. Unit 15 is the elite unit of an unnamed Canadian metropolitan police force. The unit is led by Staff Sergeant Oliver Shaw (Gordon). Each episode begins with his roll call. Apparently in Canada it's called parade. He does the usual job of giving out riding partners and assignments and providing the general "hot" information for the shift turn-out. The show focuses on a group of rookie cops assigned here. This is where it gets tricky. They are still pretty much referred to as rookies, but it's the fifth season, and it's clear they've been there more than a year by now. The episodes follow their day tour. This is pretty much "Grey's Anatomy with guns".

It's an awkward show, to say the least. The police aspects of the show are actually above average. There's obviously some good creative writing on this team, and each of the police stories was pretty interesting. The show manages to look fresh and the criminal stuff not quite so hashed out. If Rookie Blue wanted to be a straight police drama, it could be a very good one. Only I suspect it's not what they really want to be. The only trouble with these good cop stories is they tend to get abbreviated so that we can get to the musical chairs of the romantic entanglements. That's the audience Rookie Blue is really gunning for, and that's where they lose me to a certain degree. Let's just say there's more kissing than cuffing going on here.

“Don’t ever threaten my family again.”

In Extraction, a government analyst embarks on an unsanctioned rescue mission after his father — an over-the-hill CIA field operative — is kidnapped by a shadowy group of bad guys. In a related story, I think I got my dad a CD for Father’s Day last year. But while the hero of Extraction might edge me out in the Son of the Year race, the rest of this crummy actioner is basically a harmless debacle.