“To a Land Unknown” – Movie Review

Directed by:  Mahdi Fleifel

Written by:  Mahdi Fleifel, Fyzal Boulifa, and Jason McColgan

Starring:  Mahmoud Bakri, Aram Sabbah, Mohammad Alsurafa, Angeliki Papoulia, and Monther Rayahneh

Runtime:  106 minutes

 ‘To a Land Unknown’ spotlights a gritty and anxious refugee conundrum in one of the planet’s most famous cities

Athens, Greece’s capital, enjoys millions of tourists every year.  The City of the Violet Crown offers plenty of attractions, like the Parthenon, the Acropolis, the Temple of Hephaestus, and much more.  

Chatila (Mahmoud Bakri) and his cousin Reda (Aram Sabbah), two 20-somethings, are Athens’ tourists, but not in the traditional sense. 

The unemployed Palestinian refugees attempt to earn a living by stealing purses, swiping merchandise from local businesses, and through other nefarious means.  

Chatila anxiously hopes to reach Germany to start a new life and open a café.  Reda, a recovering heroin addict, is along for Chatila’s ride and will find some blue-collar work in Deutschland, possibly as an enforcer if anyone messes with his cousin’s café. 

The men need passports, and a local, Marwan (Monther Rayahneh), can forge documents for the right price.  

Our flawed protagonists need cash.  

Outside of his petty misdeeds, Chatila devises a couple of grander schemes for big paydays, and his plans include allies/pawns, such as a lonely single Greek woman, Tatiana (Angeliki Papoulia), a 13-year-old Turkish boy, Malik (Mohammad Alsurafa), and a few others.  

The cousins face extremely long odds for success, and director/co-writer Mahdi Fleifel, Bakri, and Sabbah envelop and cloud the audience with feelings of doom and dread.  

Fleifel’s gritty and captivating modern-day crime indie pulls moviegoers into a ground-level conundrum where two refugees frantically yearn for a new home, a new country.  Chatila and Reda crave to land in a new land and find a fresh start, but achieving their goals without deception, crime, and harsh transgressions remains unknown.   

Fleifel’s film feels raw and authentic and is set mostly away from Athens’ glamour and natural beauty.  The script pits Chatila and Reda on a butte’s peak during a couple of brief scenes overlooking the historic locale, but almost every other on-screen minute spends time in coarse, untidy urban housing centers, which are not unique to Athens, as similar economically distressed districts can be found in just about every metropolitan center on the planet.

Cinematographer Thodoros Mihopoulos and location manager Sonia Koulepi critically contribute to the film’s purposely designed dour mood, as the working-class or poverty-driven city streets, residences, and shops are flush with gloomy grays, and sometimes, apartments have open windows that allow the heat or sticky fingers to enter unabated.  

The young men’s chances for finding honest employment and building wealth and prosperity in their current surroundings (and with their associated mindsets) seem slimmer than meeting Zeus, Apollo, and Aphrodite in person.

Bakri and Sabbah have only a few acting credits each, but they deliver convincing performances that effectively portray their characters’ misery and hopelessness.  Chatila and Reda sport makeshift beards, unkempt attire, and exhausted, frustrated personas, as a life of petty crimes is the only option to reach the Promised Land in their minds. 

At one point, Reda says, “We are bad people,” but Chatila justifies their actions for the greater good.  

Well, not the greater good but THEIR greater good.  Chatila also proposes making up for their trespasses and lies with future good deeds, but Reda dismisses his cousin’s declaration as mere talk.   

Fleifel, Fyzal Boulifa, and Jason McColgan’s script also knowingly toys with the audience regarding the morality levels of our two lead characters.  They are both imperfect men, but the movie swings back and forth in depicting which one is more ethically damaged, creating frequently shifting thoughts of empathy and dissatisfaction for Chatila and Reda throughout the film’s 106-minute runtime. 

Despite their questionable judgment, we’re rooting for the cousins to reach their goals, but with a profound wish that they minimize the harm directed toward strangers and colleagues who encircle their modest orbit.  

Will karma catch up with them?  

Chatila and Reda may or may not be too quick for the aforementioned karma, which effectively places our leads and moviegoers under duress.  Granted, “To a Land Unknown” is not as stressful as living through the 430 BC Athens plague, but this movie is light years away from a pleasant holiday jaunt to the Parthenon.

Jeff’s ranking

3.5/4 stars

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Jurassic World Rebirth - Monte Yazzie Movie Review

Director: Gareth Edwards 

Starring: Scarlett Johansson, Mahershala Ali, Jonathan Bailey, Rupert Friend, Manuel García-Rulfo, Luna Blaise, Ed Skrein, and David Iacono

2h 14m

How do you keep a franchise fresh? The summer popcorn movie sequels, prequels, and reboots provide a steady stream of opportunities to revisit familiar characters and relive those movie memories. "Jurassic Park", released in 1993 with two sequels, and followed by "Jurassic World" in 2015, which also had two sequels, has maintained a grip on the summer box office for more than 30 years, and for some moviegoers, forged a lifelong connection to nostalgia for dinosaurs. 

"Jurassic World Rebirth", directed by Gareth Edwards, attempts to reinvigorate the long-told story of dinosaurs run amok with a new storyline set many years in the future, featuring characters not connected to past franchises, and now, mutant dinosaur hybrids from a secret island. Drawing influences from "Jurassic Park" with its atmosphere and suspense, and even paying direct homage to the 1993 classic in a few scenes, "Jurassic World Rebirth" may not reinvent the long-running franchise as much as it simply reinterprets moments from many of the past films.

Written by David Koepp, the writer of the first "Jurassic Park" based on the novel by Michael Crichton, "Jurassic World Rebirth" takes place five years after the events of "Jurassic World: Dominion". Earth hasn't been a hospitable environment for the dinosaurs, leaving them with only one place to thrive: near the equator. Humanity has also become disenfranchised with the once awe-inspiring animals; now they are just a nuisance, creating traffic jams and overturning sailboats. 

A pharmaceutical bigwig, Martin Krebs (Rupert Friend), however, realizes that a life-saving drug can be produced from the extracted DNA of the most enormous dinosaurs on land, sea, and air. Because the DNA must come from a dinosaur that is still alive, a covert special ops team led by Zora Bennett (Scarlett Johansson) is offered a once-in-a-lifetime salary to venture into the forbidden zone to find the dinosaurs and collect a blood sample from each of them. Zora enlists the help of an old friend, Duncan Kincaid  (Mahershala Ali), a boat captain with a team ready for a payday. Krebs and Zora also enlist the help of Dr. Henry Loomis (Jonathan Bailey), a paleontologist eager to see dinosaurs outside of captivity. 

These mercenaries don't get very far into their mission before responding to a distress call from family whose boat is overturned by an enormous Mosasaurus. But, before they can restart the mission, a group of hunting Spinosaurus confronts them. Ambushed, the Mosasaurus returns to finish the job on Kincaid's boat, leaving the team stranded without supplies or weapons on the island with both giant and experimental dinosaurs. 

Director Gareth Edwards, who is no stranger to large-scale epic adventures, having directed the 2014 "Godzilla" and the 2016 "Rogue One: A Star Wars Story", understands the objective of these films and crafts an environment that is epic in scope, yet also an atmosphere that feels genuinely threatening. It's the closest in tone to the original "Jurassic Park", but that, in part, can be attributed to how much it emulates some of the best set pieces from the first film. A gas station chase down with some mutated flying creatures feels very much like the Raptor scene in the kitchen from the first film. A Tyrannosaurus Rex pursues a floating raft in the same way it pursued a high-speed Jeep way back in the early 90s. It's a testament to the effectiveness of "Jurassic Park" that these scenes could be retooled and still work in such a thrilling fashion. It's also high praise for director Gareth Edwards, who understands the franchise and adds a nice touch of composing the dinosaurs as giants and using creature feature characteristics to create thrills and chills. 

The cast is also wholly capable; there is no doubt that they are all having fun and adding as much as they can to the material. Unfortunately, these characters have too much to compete against and aren't provided much to do when not being chased by dinosaurs. Scarlett Johansson and Mahershala Ali excel in these roles, and they are given emotional depth connected to their shared traumas. However, even with these extra character-building blocks, they are still pushed aside in many ways for the giant spectacle of new dinosaurs or for time spent with other characters who aren’t as interesting. A subplot featuring a rescued family who begrudgingly join the mission for dinosaur DNA is lost in the mix of all the different events.

"Jurassic World Rebirth" suffers from too many storylines, which don't leave much room for character development when competing against the set pieces of swimming dinosaurs, flying dinosaurs, and the one big, mutated, scary one that appears way too late in the final act. Still, Gareth Edwards is talented and keeps the pacing quick, tailoring the action with interesting kinds of dinosaur danger. The raft scene, featuring a curious T-Rex chasing the stranded family through the river rapids, is better than any of the action scenes in all three "Jurassic World" films. Alternatively, the finale of "Jurassic World Rebirth" falls the flattest of all the movies in the franchise with the arrival of the D-Rex, a gargantuan dinosaur that resembles something from the "Alien" franchise, which is underutilized and does nothing more than cause a minor inconvenience for the team. 

"Jurassic World Rebirth" is one of the better films of the "Jurassic Park" franchise. While it may not excel in storytelling, director Gareth Edwards understands the world and utilizes the set pieces and many of the dinosaurs in creative ways that keep the adventure exciting. 

Monte's Rating

3.00 out of 5.00

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“Sorry, Baby” – Movie Review

Directed and written by:  Eva Victor

Starring:  Eva Victor, Naomi Ackie, Lucas Hedges, Kelly McCormack, Louis Cancelmi, and John Carroll Lynch

Runtime:  103 minutes

 ‘Sorry, Baby’:  This sensitive and quirky college-town dramedy is unapologetic with its nuanced, genuine approach in dealing with trauma

In a June 2025 Stephen Colbert interview, he asks “Sorry, Baby” director/writer/star Eva Victor how she balanced a heavy subject, trauma that her character suffers, along with plenty of humor during other moments of the film.

“It’s hard.  I don’t know.  I think you write something sad, and then (you think), ‘Well, I need a pick-me-up,’” Victor says.

Well, Eva’s back-and-forth tonal shifts when screenwriting prove to be a winning practice, as she won the 2025 Sundance Film Festival’s Waldo Salt Screenwriting Award for “Sorry, Baby”.  Her first attempt at writing and directing a feature film results in a thoughtful, troubling, quirky, and funny R-rated indie, one set in a small college town in rural Massachusetts where the skies are usually gray, and its residents don warm jackets as they leave their homes for work or school every day. 

 Agnes (Victor) is a bright English Literature PhD student who eventually becomes a professor at the school.  She’s in her 20s but hasn’t met the right person yet.  Agnes is independent but loves to share her space and thoughts with her warm and supportive BFF, Lydie (Naomi Ackie).

 Everyone should have a best friend like Lydie.

 Our lead works hard in the classroom and enjoys making her way through her little corner of the world when – suddenly - a disturbing event occurs with her professor, Preston (Louis Cancelmi).  Afterwards, Agnes verbalizes the incident to Lydie.

Victor handles the actual episode and explanation to her friend with grace and sensitivity.  The director/writer/star doesn’t film the confrontation between Preston and Agnes, but still leaves the audience with a sickening feeling of dread, simply by Victor and cinematographer Mia Cioffi Henry placing the camera out of harm’s way.

This is a moment where moviegoers and critics alike are relieved when Eva doesn’t show us but tells us, which is usually the opposite reaction of a “please show us, don’t just tell us” preference when watching a film.

Eva gives a moving, authentic performance around this subject, and she pulls emotions from a similar event that happened to her in real life.  “Sorry, Baby” is based on a personal experience, and the adage “write what you know” is felt here, including Agnes’ lonely, difficult drive home accompanied by a ringing-in-your-ears resonance, a sound that signifies that she’s dizzy and distracted in the aftermath. 

As mentioned on Colbert, Victor certainly includes pick-me-ups as well and channels her humor through her character’s everyday discourse with Lydie, sexual tension with her neighbor, Gavin (Lucas Hedges), sarcastic snaps with a school rival, Natasha (Kelly McCormack), and a wonderful, friendly, and frank exchange with Pete (John Carroll Lynch), a sandwich shop owner with a willing ear to listen and a voice to dispense sound advice. 

All the above characters are welcomed presences whenever they grace the screen in anticipation of empathetic or lively banter.  A prime example is when Lydie parts with Agnes, and this critic felt a bit of sadness as she leaves, but voila, Lydie thankfully appears straight away due to the screenplay’s chapter format.  Victor also effectively gives the supporting cast their own voices, rather than falling into the rookie writer’s trap of presenting the same declarations, timing, and style for many characters. 

Agnes finds a stray cat, which will warm the cat-lovers crowd’s hearts, and this fuzzy, four-legged cutie has a unique voice as well! 

“Sorry, Baby” doesn’t purr and pat the 103-minute runtime with heavy, dark cliches regarding Agnes’ healing.  Instead, Victor uses a nuanced approach.  Agnes still works, leaves the house, has a life, and sees her small circle of friends, which, granted, could be two.  Her self-repair journey is uneven, with some setbacks and unexpected anguish or aches that appear out of nowhere.

Sometimes in life, pick-me-ups are soon followed by pick-me-downs.

“Sorry, Baby” is a film to pick at your local theatre.

Jeff’s ranking 

3/4 stars

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“Don’t Let’s Go to the Dogs Tonight” – Movie Review

Directed by:  Embeth Davidtz

 Written by:  Embeth Davidtz, based on Alexandra Fuller’s memoir

 Starring:  Embeth Davidtz, Lexi Venter, Zikhona Bali, Fumani Shilubana, Anina Reed, and Rob van Vuuren

Runtime:  98 minutes

‘Don’t Let’s Go to the Dogs Tonight’ is an enlightening time capsule captured during the aftermath of the Rhodesian Bush War

A few canines appear in director/writer Embeth Davidtz’s feature film debut, and the four-legged friends lounge in a living room and on the porch of a family farm set in Rhodesia (or named Southern Rhodesia, Zimbabwe Rhodesia, or Zimbabwe, depending on the time) during a hot 1980 summer.  The dogs observe the Fuller family, led by Tim (Rob van Vuuren) and Nicola (Davidtz), and their two daughters, teenager Vanessa (Anina Reed) and 8-year-old Bobo (Lexi Venter).  However, the movie is led by the youngest Fuller, Alexandra, also known as Bobo. 

Alexandra wrote her memoir, with the same title as the film adaptation, in 2001.  In celluloid, Venter, 7, bravely (or perhaps without a care in the world) carries “Don’t Let’s Go to the Dogs Tonight” – with a marvelous performance - in a small setting where sweeping national changes ensue, and Bobo and moviegoers witness their effect in this household. 

Davidtz – who grew up in nearby South Africa and directs, writes, and stars as a passion project – captures Alexandra’s subjective childhood thoughts through Lexi, as the child actress gazes at the world through Bobo’s eyes and offers extensive emotional ranges.

Racial tensions and the end of the Rhodesian Bush War linger over and throughout the house like a 100,000-pound slab of chromite, and the broader quagmire, which we don’t witness on-screen, turns Nicola into a day drinker and an irritated command sergeant of her home, barking orders and showing little patience.

Bobo briefly explains why her mom is this way, and the reason deals with a painful loss.  Her father is often jettisoned away to fight “terrorists”, so Bobo usually turns to Sarah (Zikhona Bali), the Fullers’ maid, for comfort, conversation, diversion, and direction.  They care for one another, but Jacob (Fumani Shilubana), a worker on-site, regularly interjects during Bobo’s transgressions, effectively depicting a microcosm of the larger division between Blacks and whites.

Alexandra loiters around the farm, wanders into her parents’ bedroom, sits in grassy and dirt fields in her bare feet, zips along on her recreational motorbike, or hangs with other children outside a local pub while their parents drink the night away. 

Cinematographer Willie Nel films the days’ events from Bobo’s perspective, depicting them close and at her height, like during an awkward visit to her grandparents’ home, where Grandad mumbles and struggles with incontinence.  Bobo opines that her grandpa doesn’t speak anymore, and “he makes some strange sounds.”   She also travels with her mom to her place of work outside the farm.  Nicola is a police officer, and Bobo carefully walks up to a weathered but secure door with a horizontal slot (that’s cut for a food tray), looks inside, and sees a Black prisoner looking back at her.

At home, she’ll gaze out at the surrounding brush and say, “I keep a lookout for terrorists.”

Davidtz establishes the possibility of the violence setting foot on the Fullers’ farm but under a backdrop of ordinary events, like serving tea, hanging damp clothes on a line, or in Nicola’s case, waking up, seeing a snake in the kitchen, and firing bullets from a machine gun to kill it.

“Sorry about the mess,” Nicola says.

In terms of pacing, the 98-minute runtime feels longer, as “Dogs” doesn’t choose to land very often with explosive moments, like machine gun pest control.  Instead, it moves from one random scene to another with a larger purpose that is not easily discernible with just one viewing.  However, during this one viewing, it largely works as a time capsule to enlighten moviegoers with life during this time and place for average white and Black Rhodesians, which is, at times, accompanied by a catchy 70s soundtrack, including a song from one of (nearby) South Africa’s favorite musicians, Sixto Rodriguez. 

The film might jog memories from your childhood, as you may have listened to adults converse over stressful events from recent history while the TV in the room features them, like the Civil Rights Movement, the Vietnam War, 9/11, or in this critic’s case, 70s inflation and the Iran Hostage Crisis. 

For Bobo, she interprets the lingering trauma – the best an 8-year-old can - around her while attempting to go about her daily routines and stumbling into arbitrary happenings.  Amid the heat and racial divides, she’ll occasionally try to conjure childhood magic.

“Don’t Let’s Go to the Dogs Tonight” might not be magic, but we begin to understand the men and women living behind this Rhodesia/Zimbabwe curtain.  

Jeff’s ranking

2.5/4 stars

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“Jurassic World: Rebirth” – Jeff Mitchell Movie Review

Directed by:   Gareth Edwards

Written by:  David Koepp

Starring:  Scarlett Johansson, Mahershala Ali, Jonathan Bailey, Manuel Garcia-Rulfo, Rupert Friend, Luna Blaise, Audrina Miranda, and David Iacono

Runtime:  134 minutes

‘Jurassic World: Rebirth’:  The characters’ hope for survival on this on-foot journey is less believable than dinosaurs roaming the planet in 2025.  For starters, did anyone get their malaria shots?

According to the official trailer, “A new era is born.”

 “Jurassic World: Rebirth” is the seventh movie in the “Jurassic Park” franchise.  In the previous sequel, “Jurassic World: Dominion” (2022), the producers, casting agents, and director Colin Trevorrow combine both casts from the “Park” and “World” series.  However, Chris Pratt, Bryce Dallas Howard, Laura Dern, Sam Neill, Jeff Goldblum, and BD Wong couldn’t save “Dominion” (1 out of 4 stars), a convoluted and boring mess that, in this critic’s opinion, is the single worst film in the series. 

In 2025, director Gareth Edwards (“Rogue One: A Star Wars Story” (2016), “Godzilla” (2014)), writer David Koepp, the producers, and casting agents take a different approach and offer an entirely new cast but set them in the same universe as the first six films, 32 years after the events of “Jurassic Park” (1993). 

So, we aren’t traveling to Earth 2 for this on-screen adventure, but by the end of “Rebirth”, perhaps you’d rather be anywhere but inside a movie theatre for this particular film.  More on this later.

For now, it is the present day, and dinosaurs are dying off across the world except for a specific band of tropical latitudes near the equator.  The movie revolves around one ill-advised hunting expedition on Ile Saint-Hubert, an island teeming with dinosaurs.  Worse yet, mutant dinosaurs were engineered on this island – 17 years earlier - by the infamous InGen.

Yikes!

Well, within the first 15 to 20 minutes, Edwards introduces the audience to a corporate hustler type, a pharmaceutical executive, Martin Krebs (Rupert Friend), who would probably swindle his grandmother from her life savings, and he recruits an uber-confident mercenary, Zora Bennett (Scarlett Johansson), and a nerdy, unathletic paleontologist, Dr. Henry Loomis (Jonathan Bailey).

He’s no relation to Dr. Samuel Loomis (Donald Pleasence), in case you were wondering. 

Zora is tougher than your average Velociraptor.  She loves to smile and offer snappy comebacks, and Dr. Loomis, with two left feet, is frequently impressed with Zora’s Indiana Jones-like action-star dance moves. 

They rendezvous with Duncan Kincaid (Mahershala Ali) on his boat, and we meet his team, which includes Bobby (Ed Skrein), Nina (Philippine Velge), and a couple of others, but who can keep track?   This Ocean’s Six, Seven, or Eight set course for Ile Saint-Hubert, and all they need to do is collect three blood samples, one from each of the largest dinosaurs on this Rumble in the Jungle.  No problem, right? The giant lizards, whom Dr. Loomis calls out by name (but one would need subtitles for the spelling or Wikipedia for reference) are from the sea, land, or air, so the script allows the actors to partake in three different sets to capture fluids.

However, they aren’t alone. 

Mind you, international laws prohibit travel near the equator due to the concentrated and deadly packs of dinosaurs that swim, roam, and fly, but that doesn’t stop Reuben Delgado (Manuel Garcia-Rulfo) from hopping on his sailboat with his soon-to-be-college-bound daughter, Teresa (Luna Blaise), his (roughly) 8-year-old daughter, Isabella (Audrina Miranda), and Teresa’s slacker boyfriend, Xavier (David Iacono), a guy who brags to Reuben that he has weed, but his stash is unfortunately wet.

 Well, this family adventure is suddenly all wet, as an ocean dinosaur tips over their boat, and they call for help.  Duncan, with Zora’s encouragement, answers their distress call and brings the family and boyfriend along for the blood sample treasure hunt. 

It’s a bit of madness that Reuben takes a voyage with three kids in banned waters, and thankfully, Duncan calls this out too.  Everyone in the audience is thinking the same thing, but then Martin, Duncan, Zora, and the Ocean’s crew bring Reuben and the teens/children, due to convenience, to Ile Saint-Hubert for the dino escapade.

So, the Ocean’s crew and Reuben and kids traverse all over the island, filled with ancient reptiles big and small, during the second and third acts.  “Rebirth” runs for 134 minutes, but how could these humans last 134 actual minutes walking around Ile Saint-Hubert with T. rexes, Velociraptors, Pterodactyls, Brontosauruses, and oodles of hungry, snapping lizards who might only stand 12 inches high?

Is the water safe to drink?  Apparently!  One character dips his flask into a small stream, or was it a puddle?

Did anyone get their malaria shots?

As implausible as it is for dinosaurs to roam the planet in 2025, audiences have bought into this cinematic universe for over three decades.  However, what is more far-fetched is this human party surviving this on-foot journey, including just finding a safe place to sleep or rest. 

Reuben also injures his ankle early in the first act and finds trouble walking, but on other occasions, he seems to saunter along just fine.  Weird…and convenient.

It’s all too convenient that the Delgados and Xavier are included in Koepp’s screenplay, but perhaps the studio heads, marketing, or Koepp decided that kids need to be included in “Rebirth” to help attract younger audiences to theatres.   One must figure that the Under-18 crowd has cheered on Black Widow (Johansson) in the Marvel Cinematic Universe, but Scarlett hit it big 22 years ago in “Lost in Translation” (2003).  The Boomer, Gen X, and Millennial crowd have Sofia Coppola’s modern-day classic covered, but probably not Gen Z.

Then again, a friend recently informed this critic that Jonathan Bailey stars as Fiyero in “Wicked” (2024).  Who knew?   Millions of moviegoers, other than yours truly.  Geez, the casting department has cast a wide net for popular stars.  Bailey is fine as Dr. Loomis, for the record. 

The massive art department, visual effects and special effects teams reached spectacular heights – the size of 10 Brontosauruses – in crafting a convincing environment and the creatures’ playground of dangers that awaits any fool who attempts to trek across the island and the nearby sea. 

A pack of Jurassic whales, a crazy new form of Brachiosaurus, a fearsome T. Rex, and a terrifying giant carnivorous mutant make the most impactful marks, and a couple of chase scenes might be paying homage to “Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom” (1984) and “The Mist” (2007).   Then again, these moments conjure the most laughable surviving fall from towering heights since “John Wick: Chapter 4” (2023) and a repeat of the Velociraptor kitchen scene from “Jurassic Park” (1993), respectively.

We’ve seen these dinosaur thrills and chills countless (check that, six times) before.  Then again, in another sequence, we witness the slowest and most eye-rolling T. Rex chase in “Jurassic Park/World” history, so that’s new.

(Oh, did this review mention that a simple Snickers bar wrapper somehow becomes an eternally lethal instrument?)

As engaging as Johansson, Ali, and company seem in real life and (usually) on-screen, do we care if Zora, Duncan, the Delgados, and everyone else make it out alive?  Zora, Duncan, and Loomis’ compassion versus Krebs’ greed is a curious but predictable storyline that deserves some consideration.  Otherwise, it’s an open question.  It depends on whether one’s suspension of disbelief is set or not in this extraordinarily unreasonable hike. 

Perhaps “Jurassic World: Rebirth” needs one carryover from the other films.  Where is Ian Malcolm (Jeff Goldblum) when you need him?

Jeff’s ranking 

1.5/4 stars

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“Deaf President Now!” – Movie Review

Directed by:   Nyle DiMarco and Davis Guggenheim

Starring:  Jerry Covell, Greg Hilbok, Bridgetta Bourne-Firl, Tim Rarus, and I. King Jordan

Runtime:  100 minutes

‘Deaf President Now!’ is an inspirational ‘fight the power’ documentary

“Deaf President Now!” – “The time was now to light a match.” – Jerry Covell. 

“Fight the power.  We’ve got to fight the powers that be.” – “Fight the Power” (1990) by Public Enemy 

Gallaudet University, located in Washington D.C., is “the only university in the world specifically designed for Deaf and hard-of-hearing students.”  For a week during the spring of 1988, the campus became a thunderous epicenter of students’ outrage that sparked a national debate.

Directors Nyle DiMarco and Davis Guggenheim, with assistance from their crew and four former students – Jerry Covell, Greg Hilbok, Bridgetta Bourne-Firl, and Tim Rarus – retell the miraculous, unrelenting fight against the system in an utterly compelling 100-minute documentary, “Deaf President Now!”

Jerry, Greg, Bridgetta, and Tim graduated from the school during various years between 1989 and 1992, and they proudly sit in front of DiMarco and Guggenheim’s camera in separate, individual interviews and walk us through the explosive particulars and waves of emotion that both ignited and poured over university grounds during that fateful week in 1988.  

A beloved former professor, I. King Jordan also lends his perspective in a similar interview style as the four Gallaudet grads.  All five narrators are the film’s stars in a documentary that travels back 37 years when “greed (was) good” and “sometimes you wanna go where everybody knows your name.”  

On a fateful Sunday night, the students assembled outside in mass to support two specific names as their new university president, Harvey Corson and I. King Jordan.  The school’s board of trustees, tasked with nominating a new university president, had three candidates, Elisabeth Zinser, Corson, and Jordan, but Zinser was the only hearing nominee.  The school, in its 124 years of existence, has never had a Deaf president, and the students want a “Deaf president now!”

The scholars soon learned that the trustees nominated Zinser as president, and they erupted! 

Recounting his reaction, Tim asks, “What?”

Jerry says, “I refuse to accept this.” 

Over the remaining “Deaf President Now!” runtime, DiMarco and Guggenheim offer an inside-baseball look at the Gallaudet student body’s uphill climb toward proper inclusion.  The uprise feels like a 1960s passionate Vietnam War protest, but one focused on validation and representation.  In 2025, the sentiment may resonate as recent federal bureaucratic scuffles to suppress or eliminate inclusion have captured the public spotlight.  

To cinematically shine a light on the Gallaudet collision of wills, DiMarco, Guggenheim, and editor Michael Harte deliver an absorbing mix of 1988 on-campus video footage and still photos, timely chime-ins from the five narrators, along with effective recreations, to offer a complete view from the students’ perspective.  

On occasion – and without warning – the filmmakers frequently pull the sound for a few seconds at a time throughout the presentation in successful attempts to remind hearing audiences that the student body and our narrators are Deaf.  While watching the doc, one might sit a bit higher and lean forward towards the screen during these moments, and this is especially true during a real-life footage 3rd-act scene in the school’s gymnasium.   The movie even briefly displays the eye-opening workings of a simple campus fire alarm, as another communicative tool for the audience, during this three-alarm university protest. 

“Deaf President Now!” isn’t a David vs. Goliath tale.  It’s more a French Revolution-like story with the masses fighting for fairness and justice against the monarchists, and in this 20th-century version, Gallaudet University’s board of trustees chair, Jane Bassett Spilman, is the all-controlling queen.

Ms. Spilman, seemingly affluent and complete with a Nancy Reagan hairstyle, is the obvious villain and the primary face behind Zinser’s ascension.  Spilman smirks in front of the student assembly - appearing full of condescension - while they raise their ire, and she becomes the explosive center of controversy over a reported cutting, callous statement about the students that she later denies.

Choosing a side between the Gallaudet kids (and now adults) and the administration is as evident as picking Harry Potter over Voldemort, but to be fair, the documentary avoids exploring Spilman’s reasoning or reaching out to those related to Spilman about her obviously erroneous view in 1988.  An on-screen confessional of regret would add value to the documentary, but the points of view are so crystal clear that, perhaps, this perspective isn’t ultimately needed.  

One perspective that is wholly welcomed is reaching out to our lead narrators as they explain their histories of growing up Deaf.  Sprinkled throughout the documentary, they share their personal histories, which deliver inspiration and support while also revealing hardships.  These reveals offer a deeper understanding of the community and the former students’ environmental makeup, which is now reflected in their adult Gen X characters, as we also affectionately look back at their 80s hairstyles and fashion choices through the reams of on-campus footage.  

“Deaf President Now!” details the Gallaudet students’ staggering grind and passionate on-foot, on-campus, on-camera, in-the-press groundswell that captured the attention of a nation with equal portions of the broad, sweeping hope for change and the intimate, personal struggles and smiles from Jerry, Greg, Bridgetta, Tim, and I. King.  Students may have lit a figurative match in 1988, but watch this movie to discover if everyone – inside and outside of Gallaudet - can embrace the warm, inviting glow of righteousness.

Jeff’s ranking

3.5/4 stars

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“Elio” – Movie Review

Directed by:  Adrian Molina, Madeline Sharafian, and Domee Shi

Written by:  Julia Cho, Mark Hammer, and Mike Jones

Starring:  Yonas Kibreab, Zoe Saldana, Remy Edgerly, Young Dylan, and Brad Garrett

Runtime:  99 minutes

‘Elio’:  This bizarre alien abduction story might have you wishing for a more traditional welcoming party of Little Green Men

Are we alone in the universe? 

That is the age-old question asked by astronomers, “Star Trek” fans, and billions of other curious human beings roaming the planet.  

When Elio Solis (Yonas Kibreab), a Montez Middle School student, wanders about Montez Air Force Base and stumbles into a Voyager 1 exhibit, he asks the same question.  This imaginative but also delusional kid believes that aliens should abduct him and that he belongs in outer space.  Well, we need to grant Elio some grace because his parents just died, and this new orphan attempts in vain to adjust to his new reality while living with his Aunt Olga Solis (Zoe Saldana), a United States Air Force Major.  

Olga is single, and she’s adapting to parenthood.  Major Solis has a good heart and tries her best, but she doesn’t have all the answers to help with Elio’s post-traumatic stress as well as his day-to-day emotional needs.  

Elio’s world, however, turns right side up (in his mind) when aliens actually answer his call and beam him straight up to their realm, a place named the Communiverse.

The Communiverse is a bizarre, kaleidoscopic locale that’s a peculiar cross between “Rainbow Brite” (1984), “Elysium” (2013), and Marvel Studios’ Quantum Realm, as featured in “Ant-Man and the Wasp: Quantumania” (2023), and that’s not a compliment.  

Equally unusual non-uniform beings inhabit this interstellar spot.  None of the aliens’ names are memorable in the least, and this critic needed to research the characters’ monikers after the movie.  Ambassadors Helix (Brandon Moon) and Questa (Jameela Jamil) resemble Mr. Monopoly and a seven-foot shrimp, respectively, and they and the rest of the gang are squishable persons who are “tolerant” intellectuals and hope to recruit Elio as a new member.  

They believe that this 10 or 11-year-old kid is Earth’s leader, so the Communiversians might be book-smart but are far from street-smart. 

Anyway, Elio needs to prove himself as a worthy new affiliate, so he duels with Lord Grigon (Brad Garrett), a massive, intimidating baddie of Hylurg who prefers to shoot first and ask questions later.  Meanwhile, our child hero is actively hiding the plain-as-day fact to everyone that he isn’t the President of Earth.   

Oh, come on now, isn’t it obvious?

For presidents and every other adult, this Pixar film doesn’t target grown-ups, as “Elio” seems to be directed solely at elementary school children.  In dealing with his grief, Elio, a friendless loner, rushes toward his “id” for immediate gratification, regardless of the consequences of his aunt’s feelings.  For him, acceptance to the Communiverse is his right, but screenwriters Julia Cho, Mark Hammer, and Mike Jones’ script properly weaves in the importance of family as a hopeful learning point for Elio.  Will he listen?  

It's difficult for the audience to listen.  Even though Elio is an orphan, his “me first” attitude doesn’t make him particularly sympathetic, and the movie doesn’t introduce his parents before their deaths, so we don’t feel his loss at that moment.  “Elio” doesn’t have the deeply emotional “Up” (2009) effect that provoked sobs in theatres everywhere 16 years ago during one of Pixar’s most effective on-screen moments, even though parental deaths in animated films is a tired practice.

Instead, we must wait patiently - during the 99-minute runtime – for Elio to hopefully find pals, his place in the universe, and a connection with Olga while he delivers a never-ending stream of juvenile exclamations. 

“If any aliens are listening, please come and get me.”

“It’s really happening!”

“This is awesome!”

While the suspense is thinner than the “Toy Story” franchise’s Forky, directors Adrian Molina, Madeline Sharafian, Domee Shi, and the animation department attempt to fatten up the audience with animated wonders of the cosmos. 

However, the creatives conjure up this “Rainbow Brite” / “Elysium” / “Ant-Man 3” translucent, neon spot with no sense of boundaries, size, and scope once inside the Communiverse.  It features concert-like seating, wave pools, mushroom-like trees, and organic inventions or beings, such as a universal translator and users’ manual.  It’s all a bit overwhelming, yet quite dainty and fragile with a few “Alice in Wonderland” rabbit holes.  

The possibilities seem endless, but without a suitable foundation, one might just give up during the constant and gaudy pomp and circumstance and also lose the will to understand the baffling surroundings and Dr. Seuss physics, including Elio finding shelter from a lava flow in the most inexplicable way because either a script writer or the animators dreamt it up in a staff meeting. 

The movie eventually circles back to Olga and the Air Force’s purpose, but that feels forced and potentially geographically incorrect as the apparent Asteroid Belt appears somewhere after Saturn, while it’s truly located between Mars and Jupiter.   Then again, this moviegoer might have been a bit lost after spending too much time in the Communiverse.  

Admittedly, Helix, Questa, and the cornucopia of philosophers are a friendly bunch.  Still, after watching “Elio”, one might wish for a welcoming party of traditional Little Green Men or possibly Marvin the Martian instead, even if the latter wants to blow up the Earth.  

Jeff’s ranking

1.5/4 stars

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“How to Train Your Dragon” – Movie Review

Directed by:  Dean DeBlois

Written by:  Dean DeBlois, based on Cressida Cowell’s book

Starring:  Mason Thames, Nico Parker, Gerald Butler, Julian Dennison, Naomi Wirthner, and Nick Frost

Runtime:  125 minutes

This ‘How to Train Your Dragon’ live-action remake is not necessary, but it honors the original story and soars during the biggest moments

“The reign of the dragons ends right here, right now.”  - Stoick (Gerald Butler)

“Everything we know about dragons is wrong.” – Hiccup (Mason Thames)

In 2010, the thrilling, uplifting, and soulful animated feature “How to Train Your Dragon” garnered two Academy Award nominations for Animated Feature Film and Original Score.  “Toy Story 3” (2010) and “The Social Network” (2010) won those Oscars that year, respectively, but in no way does that diminish the marvelous work of directors Dean DeBlois and Chris Sanders, composer John Powell, the crew, and the voice actors led by Jay Baruchel, Gerald Butler, America Ferrera, Craig Ferguson, and a host of others.  

For sensitive animal lovers, Hiccup (Baruchel) - the awkward, “120-pound”, pacifist teenager who thinks out of the box and uses his heart and ingenuity to befriend a dragon named Toothless, a cordial, loyal, and ferocious (when needed) charcoal gray flying buddy with expressive green eyes - is your hero.  

Granted, the intimidating opening scene and some dicey moments during the third-act battles might have some adults question the PG rating, but “How to Train Your Dragon” (2010) – based on Cressida Cowell’s 2003 children’s book - is a lovely family film.  

It’s a modern-day classic that’s worth enjoying time and time again.

Fifteen years later, director DeBlois creates another way to relish the experience with a live-action version of “How to Train Your Dragon”, and he and his team’s new vision honors the original animated feature.  

“Dragon” (2025) is essentially the same story as the 2010 movie, or one might argue that they are nearly identical.  So many times, scenes play out beat for beat and word for word.  Both films’ tones and life lessons are consistent.  

However, the 2025 movie runs for 125 minutes, while the 2010 original lasts 98 minutes. This new iteration certainly feels longer.  Note that “Dragon” 2010’s end credits – as shown on HBO/MAX - begin at the 89-minute mark.  Still, it’s not easy to discern where the additional 27 or 36 minutes originate.  Perhaps, the opening battle on the Isle of Berk and the concluding conflict last for a few more minutes each, and one of the Viking teens often looks for fatherly approval that isn’t a plot point in the 2010 flick.   

DeBlois includes Butler to reprise his fierce role and composer John Powell, whose emotive score soars in both theatrical renditions.  Baruchel, 43, has aged out of the live-action role, but 17-year-old Mason Thames (“The Black Phone” (2021)) is perfectly cast as the new Hiccup, who wonderfully captures the lead’s uneasiness, warmth, and resourcefulness.  

Nick Frost fills in nicely for Craig Ferguson as Stoick’s indispensable right-hand man, Gobber, and Julian Dennison, Nico Parker, and Naomi Wirthner as Fishlegs, Astrid, and village elder Gothi, respectively, are other standouts.  

If you are a “How to Train Your Dragon” newbie, there is no need to see the animated film first, and here is the basic premise.  

The Vikings residing on the Isle of Berk, located somewhere in the North Sea, attempt to live peacefully, but they are under frequent attack by fire-breathing dragons who burn their homes and steal their sheep.  Sometime in the past, a dragon killed Stoick’s wife (and Hiccup’s mother), so this ongoing war has led to hundreds of Vikings and thousands of dragons losing their lives.  Stoick, a burly, bearded alpha male and village leader, hopes to find the elusive dragon’s nest and end this ongoing human-dragon campaign for good.  

Meanwhile, a group of teenagers are thrown into dragon-slaying training, including Hiccup, who previously and desperately wished to kill a dragon.  (“Wished” is notably in the past tense.)  However, he meets and befriends Toothless, an elusive Night Fury dragon who Hiccup actually injured with a catapult contraption the evening before.  When they first meet, both Toothless and Hiccup are equally frightened, and dragon and human each swallow their anxiety and learn to trust one another. 

Hiccup is a quick study, and he soon learns Toothless’ behaviors and employs these discoveries to confront the dragons humanely during training rather than swing a club and stab with a sword.  Will Hiccup’s gentle approach resonate with Stoick and the rest of the village? 

For Hiccup and the audience, we actively hope our lead’s example will spread to everyone, but his efforts effectively feel like an extreme uphill climb, like to the top of Berk’s highest peak, especially since Stoick’s years of dragon battles, the pain of losing his wife, and the man’s imposing presence stand in Hiccup’s way.

In contrast to the ongoing stress of Berk’s overall off-putting outlook against the fearsome flying lizards, the special effects team conjures some hilarious, goofball dragons during several training sessions, and the kids don’t really feel in danger during those sequences.  

Still, the movie’s absolute best moments are all the on-screen minutes, seconds, and milliseconds with Hiccup and Toothless as they cooperate and lean on each other to form the North Sea’s most inspirational team.   Cinematographer Bill Pope, Powell, and the visual effects team get all the magic right during the pair’s introductions, rousing flights, and hazardous third-act fights against some capable studio backgrounds and the on-location shoots in stunning Iceland and the Faroe Islands.   The sound design team and DeBlois and Pope’s camera also focus on Hiccup’s shifting gear contraption “at the feet” of his left foot, which is essential for Toothless’ flying.  

So much so, that moviegoers in theatres everywhere might simultaneously shift their left feet to help adjust Toothless’ flight patterns along with Hiccup. 

No question, Toothless’ visual appearance is a flawless and endearing reimagination of the animated dragon, and he and Hiccup’s heroic labor and friendship capture similar vibes with its 15-year-old predecessor.  

Yet, is a live-action take on a modern-day animated classic a necessary cinematic endeavor?  Admittedly, no, and in our current world of sequels and remakes, “How to Train Your Dragon” (2025) does feel like a redundant experience, except for the intense and lengthy third-act colossal clash that seems more ferocious than its animated ancestor.  Is this movie too much for small children?  Possibly, although a friend opined that his six-year-old son would probably embrace the dragon fights because, hey, kids love dragons!  Fair enough.  

There might be good reason to love “How to Train Your Dragon” (2025) or at least like it because DeBlois and his team know a lot about dragons.  They have the right stuff. 

Jeff’s ranking

3/4 stars

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Materialists - Movie Review

Dir: Celine Song

Starring: Dakota Johnson, Chris Evans, Marin Ireland, and Pedro Pascal

1h 56m

Who doesn't like a good romantic comedy? In "Materialists," a woman must choose between the perfect guy and the imperfect ex-boyfriend. This simplistic synopsis, however, a prototypical and overused Hollywood construct, is rebuilt into a somewhat anti-rom-com, mostly romantic drama by writer/director Celine Song. "Materialists" attempt to handle the idea of finding love in modern society with maturity for the complications seen in any love while also indulging in the impossible fantasy of perfection. Celine Song, whose last film, "Past Lives," was a brilliant analysis of love and longing, builds excellent chemistry between a trio of exceptional actors to support a story that initially crafts thought-provoking questions but ultimately takes the path of easy compromises. 

Lucy (Dakota Johnson) is an elite relationship matchmaker working with wealthy clients looking for specific kinds of love in New York City. Lucy prides herself on "checking all the boxes" that compose the list of must-haves for the often lonely yet supremely privileged clients who want partners who make 250K annually before taxes, are women who are mature and accomplished but also 27 years old or younger, and men who are no less than 6'2" and have perfect jobs. 

At the wedding of a recently matched client, Lucy meets Harry (Pedro Pascal), an exceptionally wealthy and charming man who spares no expense or compliment to convince Lucy to go on a date with him. Lucy, who identifies Harry as a "unicorn" for his rare attributes of good looks, wealth, and height, tries instead to match him with one of her clients. The pair, whose chemistry is palpable, are interrupted by Lucy's ex-boyfriend John (Chris Evans), a cater waiter who has money troubles, but the spark between these old flames is instantaneous. 

For much of "Materialists," Song composes two romantic suitors that both feel worthy of Lucy's choice. Pedro Pascal as Harry is fantastic, a perfect, everything man with charm to spare. Pascal chews up the scenery at every opportunity. Chris Evans is the somewhat flawed John, a supportive and emotionally attentive ex-boyfriend who still yearns for a second chance. However, this is where the romantic comedy underpinnings hinder the character-driven story, as by the final chapter of the film, it's hard to care who Lucy chooses because the story loses focus on what it wants to convey. The antiquated ideals of the fairytale romance are initially critiqued, but as Lucy mulls over the choice between the two men, "Materialists" eventually falls back into the simplistic motivation of the routine romantic comedy. 

Celine Song juggles the balancing act of tone and performance throughout the run of "Materialists." From the introduction of the film, which features the courtship ritual between ancient humans that showcases the beauty inherent in the survival of daily life during this time, to the modern world and a different kind of daily survival in the concrete jungle of New York City, characterized by transactional engagements in relationships. Song utilizes this metaphor of courtship in various ways throughout the film to discuss how we find love, how relationships evolve, and ultimately, how much is given by both people when they choose to embark on a journey together. It's a clever introduction for a film that appears to be a romantic comedy but is more a drama about romance. 

"Materialists" attempts to subvert romantic comedy tropes, presenting a world of privilege and style while offering commentary on how love has become a luxury item, an agreement reduced to checked boxes and superficial commodities. For a moment, Song does an engaging and entertaining job of indulging in this idea provocatively. Unfortunately, the film evolves into a highly stylized story that fails to convey much about the complexities of relationships and sometimes the sadness that comes with opening one's heart and letting another in.  

Monte's Rating

2.50 out of 5.00

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“Ballerina” – Movie Review

Directed by:  Len Wiseman

Written by:  Shay Hatten

Starring:  Ana de Armas, Ian McShane, Gabriel Byrne, Angelica Huston, Catalina Sandino Moreno, Lance Reddick, Norman Reedus, and Keanu Reeves

Runtime:  125 minutes

‘Ballerina’ may not take many complicated steps, but the movie and de Armas hit their action-film marks.  Encore!

“What a pleasure to see you again.”  - Winston Scott (Ian McShane)

Winston, the longtime manager of New York City’s The Continental Hotel, welcomes Eve Macarro (Ana de Armas) to his opulent, urban lodge.  He last saw Eve, perhaps 12 or 15 years ago, when she lost her dad to a vicious firefight in their home.  

Eve travels to New York and visits Winston for a favor.  She wants to find the mob-like organization that murdered her father and take vengeance.  

If the names Winston and The Continental ring a bell, yes, that’s right, they both live in the “John Wick” movies.  In addition to Eve, it’s a pleasure to see Winston, his hotel, and the John Wick Universe again. 

“Ballerina” stars de Armas in the title role.  Eve is a trained assassin, a one-woman killing machine on a singular mission to find the mercenaries that she only knows by a scar-marked “X” on their wrists.  The leader of this “cult,” as Winston speaks of it, is The Chancellor (Gabriel Byrne), in a delightfully violent and entertaining John Wick spinoff that includes Angelica Huston and the late Lance Reddick, and Wick newcomers Norman Reedus (“The Walking Dead” (2010 – 2022)) and Catalina Sandino Moreno (“Maria Full of Grace” (2004)).  

And yes, John Wick fans, Keanu Reeves plays a small supporting role in the de Armas-led action picture. 

Director Len Wiseman’s (“Underworld” (2003), “Live Free or Die Hard” (2007), “Total Recall” (2012)) “Ballerina” plays into the related themes and tone as the “Wick” flicks, such as imaginative and jaw-dropping/arm-breaking close combat choreography and the protagonist’s singular, Terminator-esque focus on claiming retribution, no matter the legions of daunting, faceless hit men and hit women throwing punches and firing bullets in Eve’s path.  

In the original “John Wick” (2014), our lead begins his revenge after a Russian crime syndicate kills his dog.  Similarly, Eve is set on her merciless path after the same fate befalls her dad. 

Suddenly orphaned, a preteen Eve meets Winston, and he whisks her off to The Director (Huston), the devilish, intimidating force who runs the Ruska Roma, a Russian crime society where kids and young adults vie in rigorous preparation to become killers for hire, an idea employed by other recent action movies, like “Red Sparrow” (2018), “Anna” (2019), and “Black Widow” (2021).  Used as a cover, the executioner candidates, including Eve, also partake in ballerina training.  Eve’s dad gave her a ballerina music box encased in glass, and these are the only pure references to the movie’s title. 

While Eve learns the pirouette, plie, and port de bras for a brief montage or two, she readily studies martial arts, loading and firing pistols, and breaking and entering.  These are real dance steps for her upcoming hired-gun career.  

She is soon thrown into the blender for her first assignment, and before you can say, “It’s go time,” the movie is set two months later, with Eve gaining murderous experience in the field.  She soon diverts her attention away from her 9-to-5 job to a side hustle:  tracking down the X-marks-the-spot cult despite objections from The Director and warnings from Winston.  However, verbal counsel won’t sidestep Eve! 

Furthermore, de Armas – who had action-picture training in Daniel Craig’s last 007 flick, “No Time to Die” (2021) - is convincing as Eve.  She fires firearms and dispatches hand-to-hand pugilism with resolute purpose and masters nimble movements when danger arises, like in a crowded club with a floor constructed of ice and an unassuming coffee shop with plenty of unassuming serving plates that could be used as weapons.  

Ana, 5’ 6”, has an athletic, svelte build, but Wiseman and de Armas don’t portray Eve as an unstoppable, indestructible killing machine.  Eve suffers horrific knocks, jolts, and swipes along the way.  Larger adversaries throw her around like a muppet and into concrete walls or through glass on occasion, which helps build a realistic portrayal of this newbie contract killer who is also a 120-pound woman.  She’s not overpowering 300-pound men with the greatest of ease.  Eve is vulnerable but awfully capable.

However, the audience doesn’t gain much insight into Eve’s character, as Wiseman, screenwriter Shay Hatten, and de Armas don’t delve deeply into our leads’ thoughts and feelings other than lethal retaliation.  Then again, John Wick received the same treatment, especially in his first film.  

The script also randomly introduces a new family member (to Eve), which feels forced and a bit unnecessary.  The breathtaking third-act small village location is a wonder, but we don’t learn much about the locals or The Chancellor, and no, the main plot never really rises into intricate nuances.  

“Ballerina” is a straight-up, simple revenge picture, but Wiseman, Hatten, and the stunt and visual effects teams dream up some flat-out astounding action-packed sequences and kills – including creative uses of a television’s remote control and various grenades - that caused this critic to verbally curse and take the Lord’s name in vain a few times during the frequently compelling 125-minute runtime.  That’s a good thing, by the way.  

It's also a good thing that the John Wick Universe has room for another assassin, and it will be a pleasure to see Eve again.  “Ballerina” may not take many complicated steps, but the movie and de Armas hit their action-film marks.  Encore!

Jeff’s ranking

2.5/4 stars

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Bring Her Back - Movie Review

Dir: Danny Philippou and Michael Philippou

Starring: Sally Hawkins, Billy Barratt, Sara Wong, Jonah Wren Phillips, and Sally-Anne Upton

1h 44m

Filmmakers Danny and Michael Philippou's much-anticipated follow-up to the 2023 genre hit "Talk to Me" is a chilling domestic horror thriller that, while less structured than their debut, is still an undeniably effective second feature for two impressive storytellers. "Bring Her Back" explores themes of unresolved trauma and grief through an unflinching lens of violence, featuring a stunning performance from Sally Hawkins as a menacing foster parent. With "Talk to Me," the two directors crafted an unpredictable supernatural story, expertly composed with scares. "Bring Her Back" showcases the filmmaker's growth through a character-driven drama that evokes dread in more ways than expected. 

Andy (Billy Barratt) and Piper (Sara Wong) are siblings who experience the trauma of losing their father unexpectedly. Andy, struggling with nightmarish visions of his deceased father, desperately pleads with the social worker (Sally-Anne Upton) on their case to stay with Piper, who is blind, until he can take custody of her when he turns eighteen. The siblings find themselves in the care of Laura (Sally Hawkins), a former social worker who cares for her son Oliver (Jonah Wren Phillips) and is trying to build a happy foster home, all while trying to recover from the unresolved pain of the tragic drowning of her daughter. Laura's true demented motivations come to light, and Andy and Piper must escape before it's too late.  

The mystery surrounding Laura's intentions, along with the constant dread seeping into the atmosphere of the film, establishes a story that builds towards a terrifying reveal. Whether a creepy cult ritual stored on a grainy video cassette or the odd behaviors of Oliver, who remains locked away most of the day, "Bring Her Back" patterns the film with a little bit of every horror characterization one could count. Children in peril, an evil parent, strange rituals, a possessed child, and a squirm-worthy scene of violence are just a few of the building blocks for this film. There are a few moments where all these inspirations come together successfully, but more often, many of these scare tactics get in the way of the fascinating characters. 

Sally Hawkins is the anchor for the entire film, delivering a performance that draws a strong comparison to the character of Annie Wilkes, played by Kathy Bates in the 1990 film "Misery." Hawkins has a kind smile, and early in the movie, the motherly gentleness of her character is a welcome contrast to the spooky happenings. Billy Barratt and Sara Wong have great chemistry as brother and sister. Barratt, whose character is manipulated throughout the film by Laura, does a great job of shifting between being self-conscious, stemming from the trauma of finding his father dead, and becoming self-aware of everything happening to his sister. Wong is charming and the sole vessel of what little humor is instated into the relationships between the characters. As the film builds to its bleak and cruel climax, it's these characters and their relationships that make the final moments so effective. 

"Bring Her Back" struggles to connect all the ideas it introduces. However, the composition of characters and the performances of the actors build emotional drama that makes the visuals of violence and ominous atmosphere more effective than they might have been otherwise. It is undeniable that Danny and Michael Philippou are voices to acknowledge and filmmakers to watch in the world of horror filmmaking. 

Monte's Rating

3.50 out of 5.00

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“Bono: Stories of Surrender” – Movie Review

Directed by:  Andrew Dominik

Starring:  Bono, Gemma Doherty, Kate Ellis

Runtime:  86 minutes

‘Bono: Stories of Surrender’ seems like a ‘Beautiful Day’ for a live audience, but the on-screen version is not ‘The Sweetest Thing’.

“Hello, hello!  Hola!  I’m at a place called Vertigo.”  

U2 recently enjoyed a Las Vegas residency at The Sphere at The Venetian Resort from September 2023 to March 2024.  Although this critic has yet to attend a show at The Sphere, a few friends have described the venue and U2’s performance at the locale as awe-inspiring and larger than life.  The 875,000-square-foot, 366-foot-tall, 20,000-seating/standing capacity spherical marvel showcased Bono, The Edge, Adam Clayton, and Larry Mullen Jr., along with surreal visuals on its inner walls.  And yes, one pal said that vertigo could accompany spectators placed in the highest seats.  

In “Bono: Stories of Surrender”, based on his 2022 book, “Surrender: 40 Songs, One Story”, the U2 frontman performs at New York City’s Beacon Theatre, capacity 2,600, for an intimate one-man show, in which he articulates his various life accounts through a spoken monologue while interspersing several of his band’s hits.  

He declares, “Welcome to my quarter-man show!” 

Bono (a.k.a. Paul David Hewson) sings portions of his famous songs except one performed in its entirety late into the production.  The musical segments of the 86-minute documentary feel like a 1990s MTV Unplugged concert with grander production values.  Bono is partnered by Gemma Doherty on the harp and Kate Ellis on the cello on stage, but yes, one U2 member (who will not be revealed in this review) joins the acoustic trio, too.

For diehard U2 fans, “Bono: Stories of Surrender” is a grounded, understated compliment to the band’s sprawling and spectacular concerts, like their 2001 Slane Castle show, Super Bowl XXXVI appearance, recent Sphere performances, and hundreds and hundreds (or it is thousands?) of live events in between.  “Surrender” is a movie for U2 enthusiasts who enjoy consuming every form of the Irish legends on-screen and in person, as well as for those who wish to learn about Bono’s inspiration, struggles, and pivotal life events.   

However, for more casual fans or non-fans, the sluggish pacing, the lack of U2’s traditional pomp and circumstance and showmanship, and the conversational nature of the medium itself make “Bono: Stories of Surrender” an unfortunate concession as a curiosity, rather than a must-see documentary.  

Director Andrew Dominik (“Chopper” (2000), “Killing Them Softly” (2012), “Blonde” (2022)) competently films Bono, his on-stage companions, and the Beacon audience in (almost) entirely in black and white with an arthouse elegance.  Dominik offers many close-ups in which Bono’s face fills the screen.  Other times, he captures harmonizing glimpses of Gemma and Kate, as well as silhouettes of Mr. Hewson’s back as he’s flushed against the Beacon live audience.  

The upstage includes a metallic apparatus, which magically and interactively parades hundreds of small lights, that resembles a modest version of the enormous electronic display presented in U2’s 2015 “Innocence + Experience” arena tour, and the luminosity tenders a worthy cohort to Bono’s tales and songs from both his unassuming and illustrious past.  

The 65-year-old Dublin native recounts a particular medical problem, the birth of his first child, meeting a world-famous tenor, and more, but the most intimate and connecting moments are when he speaks of his parents, Brendan Robert and Iris Hewson.  

Like most children who ache for their late parents, their deaths impacted Bono.  Regret and the unforgiving thief known as Father Time are emphasized via subtle and overt approaches through spoken word and music.  His recurring reimagined caucuses with his dad in a pub called The Sorrento Lounge are the most affecting.  

Bono also reveals small details about his (over) six decades on Planet Earth, such as his first home that he shared with his wife, Ali, and broader views, including his thoughts about poverty. 

“Poverty is not natural.  It is manmade and can be overcome.” 

Despite the generous insights, clever camerawork, and intimate nature of the performance, the on-screen experience keeps an emotional distance between Bono and moviegoers, despite this rock star standing so close to the edge of the stage and the cozy and supportive Beacon Theatre audience.  

He often refers to Ali, his bandmates, and his parents by holding or pointing to empty chairs that sit on the lonely stage.  Although they seem appropriate when speaking of his late parents, generally speaking, the chairs appear to be unneeded props and don’t enhance the presentation.  In fact, they may oddly remind some viewers – including this one – of Clint Eastwood’s infamous 2012 Republican National Convention speech, where the cinematic legend spoke to an empty chair. 

Another reminder of a different sort is that Martin Scorsese filmed the Rolling Stones’ absolutely fabulous and wildly energetic 2008 concert film, “Shine a Light”, at the Beacon, and that immersive experience radiates Mick, Keith, and the band’s enthusiasm, along with the in-tune on-screen audience’s fervor to moviegoers.  Due to the Stones’ masterclass musicianship and pure energy, the intimate setting, and Scorsese’s kinetic multicamera harmonies, the movie feels as close to a live concert experience in a movie theatre as one might ever experience.   It’s an all-timer!

The comparison between “Shine a Light” and “Surrender” is, admittedly, a bit unfair.  However, since Bono (mostly) sings portions of the massive U2 hits, the connections between his verbal accounts and his glorious tunes don’t carry enough emotional weight as they should.  

The abbreviated versions of the classic songs repeatedly clip our emotive relation to the familiar material, as Bono then stops singing and moves on to another tale from his past.  Meanwhile, the Beacon audience appears completely engaged in these moments.  Bono may or may not perform the entire songs in person.  Still, either way, the Beacon fans seem to enjoy a notably more gratifying encounter with one of rock’s most charismatic lead singers than this particular audience member, whether that’s due to the documentary’s editing, the abbreviated songs, or the natural distance of an on-screen encounter versus a live one. 

Still, after experiencing “Bono: Stories of Surrender”, one might find the “Desire” to buy a ticket to enjoy a “Beautiful Day” with a live performance of Bono’s “quarter-man show” to absorb such a vulnerable, personal discussion/concert in a renowned and cozy venue.  

Unfortunately, the theatrical/streaming version doesn’t translate as “The Sweetest Thing”. 

 Jeff’s ranking

2/4 stars

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“Jane Austen Wrecked My Life” – Movie Review

Directed and written by:  Laura Piani

Starring:  Camille Rutherford, Charlie Anson, Pablo Pauly, Alan Fairbairn, Liz Crowther, Alice Butaud, and Roman Angel

Runtime:  94 minutes

‘Jane Austen Wrecked My Life’ will not wreck yours.  It’s a lovely rom-com.

“It isn’t what we say or think that defines us, but what we do.” – “Sense and Sensibility” by Jane Austen

“I’m not afraid.” – Agathe (Camille Rutherford)

“Sure, you are.” – Felix (Pablo Pauly)

Director/writer Laura Piani’s charming rom-com “Jane Austen Wrecked My Life” centers around Agathe Robinson, a 30-something bookseller (and amateur writer), who adores her chosen profession, her sister Mona (Alice Butaud) and nephew Tom (Roman Angel), her best friend Felix, and Jane Austen novels. 

Agathe loves Austen so much that she can relate a book and a character to anyone, including herself.   For instance, Agathe believes that she’s Anne in “Persuasion”, “an old maid” and “let life pass her by.” 

Due to a tragic event, Agathe has been stuck in neutral and only comfortable in limited spaces for six years, and she hasn’t recovered from the trauma.   But unbeknownst to her, Felix submits her writing to the Jane Austen Residency, and in turn, the residency invites Agathe to their English chateau for a two-week writing retreat!  

How about that? 

She initially refuses to indulge the thought of leaving her Parisian store, Mona, and Tom to galivant to England for this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, but her closest confidants convince her to proceed.  

For Austen fans, Piani and Agathe warmly sling several direct nods to Jane’s work during the first act to parade our heroine’s dedication to the celebrated late 18th-century/early 19th-century writer’s work, but the screenplay diverts from this on-screen practice during the second and third acts.  Instead, while attending the writing workshop, Piani places Agathe in an Austen-esque state of affairs.

When the setting turns to the gorgeous British estate, the focus becomes less on Agathe’s composing and more on our lead coping with her insecurities and shaky love life.  Fortunately, the residency has a bit of a support system.  It’s run by Austen’s descendants, a polite but eccentric elderly gentleman, Todd (Alan Fairbairn), his thoughtful wife Beth (Liz Crowther), and their grown son, Oliver (Charlie Anson).  

Oliver – who could easily pass as Hugh Grant’s nephew – is Austen’s great, great, great, great nephew (although Agathe calls out that he’s only three greats away from Austen during a phone conversation with her sister).  This literature professor reluctantly works at the residency to help his dad, who has fallen into an unnamed type of dementia.  

Agathe and the three other authors on-site have one evening caucus in a study concerning writing theories and objectives.  However, the triad of other guests have forgettable names, make random, sparse appearances as friends (or, in one case, as a frenemy), and generally fade into the background without much character development, other than we learn of one writer’s struggles with IVF and another mentions a brief love affair.

Instead of working, Agathe frequently calls home, checks her voicemail, and socializes with Todd, Beth, and hesitantly with Oliver, and Piani and cinematographer Pierre Mazoyer offer countless shots of the beautiful locale, which includes a rustic garden, traditional English breakfasts, and ornate décor with hand-sized crystal bottles and floral wallpaper with matching comforters.  The residency seems like a beyond-ideal spot for inspiration, but Agathe attempts to cope with her emotional hiccups while possibly stumbling into love. 

Rutherford is lovely as Agathe, a vulnerable, shy intellectual.  Our beautiful, statuesque lead abundantly carries the movie on her slender shoulders, and she’s utterly convincing as Agathe, an introvert also tormented by a dreadful one-time circumstance.  She’s a woman stymied by her “invisible chains” but could enjoy life’s riches by being willing to break those binds.  The film’s title states that Jane Austen wrecked Agathe’s life, but Ms. Robinson’s troubles are due to her own outlook.  

Still, no matter what path Agathe chooses, her awkward nature will probably always be a feature, as evidenced by her run-in with a pair of alpacas and her clumsy inspiration from Billy Idol’s 1981 hit, “Dancing with Myself”, although without the accompanying actual track.  Indeed, a Billy Idol (who is a British native) song would help liven up Agathe’s circumstances, but composer Peter Von Poehl’s classical work delightfully fills the cinematic experience in key spots, especially a soft piano at the ferry dock and traditional orchestras during a long dance scene.  Agathe jumps on the piano bench herself on more than one occasion, too!  

Agathe may long for love but won’t be ready until she works on herself.   Thankfully, Piani doesn’t cast doom and gloom for the entire 94-minute runtime.  For sure, Agathe expresses her shortcomings and the internal churn accompanying them, but “Jane Austen Wrecked My Life” offers many light and comical moments, especially between Agathe and Oliver, who begin – literally and figuratively - on the most graceless of left feet and with her BFF, Felix, a man who happily calls out her hogwash.  Anson and Pauly are enjoyable co-stars opposite Rutherford, as their characters challenge Agathe and supply gentle, caring touches.  All three actors share sincere chemistry.

Admittedly, some comedic moments don’t land, like Todd’s recurrent mental lapses, but most intended jokes do.  The audience can also enjoy several endearing interactions, including the caring relationship between Agathe and Tom, Beth’s ever-sympathetic ear, and a profound poetry reading when we least expect it. 

The film may not play into Jane Austen’s references and history as often as one might hope, but Agathe lives an Austen-like tale in the modern day, complete with a charming ball at the residency and two potential suitors.  

Agathe mentions, “I’m not living in the right century.”  

Then again, maybe she is.   

 Jeff’s ranking

3/4 stars

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“We Were Dangerous” – Movie Review

Directed by:  Josephine Stewart-Te Whiu

Written by:  Maddie Dai and Josephine Stewart-Te Whiu

Starring:  Erana James, Nathalie Morris, Manaia Hall, Stephen Tamarapa, and Rima Te Wiata

Runtime:  83 minutes

‘We Were Dangerous’ is a convincing, captivating, and concerning coming-of-age tale

“Te Motu School for Incorrigible and Delinquent Girls” 

A bearded workhand named Barry (Stephen Tamarapa) runs, as a one-person welcoming party, toward a group of teenage girls and the headmaster (also called The Matron (Rima Te Wiata)).  

He carries a sign that spells out the aforementioned school name. 

Of course, this declaration is the furthest from hospitable, even though the locale is a beautiful, rustic spot  – a tiny island off New Zealand’s coast – where tourists might spend thousands to travel for a secluded, relaxing vacation and drink fruity drinks that carry teeny umbrellas.

Alas, rest and relaxation are not the reasons for Nellie (Erana James), Louisa (Nathalie Morris), Daisy (Manaia Hall), and about seven other teens’ visit.  

They now reside in cramped huts in director/co-writer Josephine Stewart-Te Whiu’s “We Were Dangerous”, a drama set in 1954 at an oppressive school.   

Based on a formal order, a segment of New Zealand’s government ships the teenagers (and The Matron) to the isle as an end-of-the-line solution for their kids’ reform, but, quite frankly, The Matron and the school’s “engineers” don’t demonstrate much hope for the “dangerous” young ladies and their futures.  

Te Wiata delivers a memorable and domineering performance.  She might be best known as the empathetic but rugged foster mom in “Hunt for the Wilderpeople” (2016).  Indeed, the Matron is rugged, but she lacks compassion for children.

The on-screen administrators don’t share sympathy for the schoolgirls, but Stewart-Te Whiu and writer Maddie Dai certainly do.  They capture the girls’ naivety, comradery, and indelible, youthful spirits while the teens are placed under despotic, unfair bureaucratic rule during a prudent and effective 83-minute theatrical runtime.  

The film offers countless moments in which the girls divulge their limited worldviews but also worldly opinions about their shared predicament.  Meanwhile, The Matron also doubles as a narrator and articulates Nellie, Louisa, and Daisy’s diverse histories before landing on this island of misfit toys.  Nellie and Daisy came from humble beginnings.  Louisa enjoyed an affluent upbringing, but all three still end up in the same troubling spot.  Almost immediately, they demonstrate that there’s no “i” in “team”, as the trio collaborate to fix their leaky roof during a torrential rainstorm.

Stewart-Te Whiu’s refreshing camerawork features the ladies lining up – in blue sweaters and gray skirts - for formal attendance counts, disciplinary rants, and more casual moments.  On their own time, the girls lay down in wispy fields or huddle in a hut, intertwined with one another and their adolescent giggles, like in “The Virgin Suicides” (1999) or “Mustang” (2015), and not-so-coincidentally, the girls in those movies also (attempted to) cope with dictatorial environments.  

Nellie and the younger Daisy might be the closest when stepping onto the island, but Louisa’s new, encouraging presence helps form a rebellious and empathetic triad, as James, Hall, and Morris feel like natural on-screen BFFs.  Nellie and Louisa exude older sister vibes towards Daisy, a girl who frequently refers to the Bible but doesn’t know how to read.  

The classroom is a frequent setting, and The Matron fills her condescending lessons with pious testimonies and Miss Manners training while a notice stating “From barbarism to domestication” sits above her blackboard.  

As one of the Phoenix Film Society members pointed out during a May 8 “We Were Dangerous” screening, the movie draws parallels to 20th-century Native American boarding schools, where assimilation into Western culture was the primary objective.  In the movie, indigenous dance and languages are prohibited, and cutting off long hair is a punishment. 

This specific story is a fictionalized account, but in a March 19, 2024 hammertonail.com interview by Bears Rebecca Fonte, Dai says, “There are a lot of true historical elements.” 

The film is also inspired by Stewart-Te Whiu and Dai’s families. 

Stewart-Te Whiu adds, “And my dad actually, his whole childhood, was in a state care home, a boy’s home in New Zealand, so (it is) very real.” 

Additionally, Dai’s “great-grandfather or great-great-grandfather” was imprisoned on an island.

In the film, the students bond and test authoritative and cultural boundaries, sometimes with playful tones during the first act, but the second and third acts introduce a graver destination for the girls that infuses despair and hopelessness on-screen and for audiences.

Stewart-Te Whiu and Dai’s story pits our youthful protagonists against the system, religion, colonialism, and The Matron’s rigid taskmaster methods and bitter persona.  

Yes, irresistible forces face an immovable, disdainful object as ”We Were Dangerous” effectively builds wonder and anxiety through its heartfelt and troubling performances, Michelle Crowley’s both confining and beautiful art direction, Dai’s astute script construction, and Stewart-Te Whiu’s stewardship.  

Granted, the third act does strain the suspension of disbelief with one aspect (which will not be revealed in this review), but otherwise, “We Were Dangerous” is a convincing, captivating, and concerning coming-of-age tale. 

 Jeff’s ranking

3/4 stars

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Thunderbolts* - Movie Review

Dir: Jake Schreier

Starring: Florence Pugh, Sebastian Stan, David Harbour, Wyatt Russell, Hannah John-Kamen, Julia, Louis-Dreyfus, Olga Kurylenko, and Lewis Pullman

2h 6m

The “Thunderbolts*,” Marvel’s super team of fallen heroes, deadly assassins, and reformed villains, assembles to close Phase 5 of the Marvel Cinematic Universe. Director Jake Schreier utilizes every trick and trope in the comic book movie handbook to add something new and unique to the formulaic blend of recent superhero movie fare. While the story here continues to be unsurprisingly bland, the emphasis on character development, the chemistry between the ragtag team, and the introduction of a fascinating supervillain create an amusing, charming, and, at times, touching story of existence. 

The characters in “Thunderbolts*” are all previous rogues and rebels to the Marvel superheroes. U.S. Agent John Walker (Wyatt Russell) is the ‘could-care-less’ antihero who once held the role of the new Captain America in “Falcon and the Winter Soldier.” Ava Starr (Hannah John Kamen), the wall-phasing baddie also known as Ghost, was last seen in “Ant-Man and the Wasp”. Yelena Belova, the Red Room-trained assassin and sister of Black Widow, found purpose working with heroes in the television series “Hawkeye.” These contracted assassins have been working for CIA director Valentina Allegra de Fontaine (Julia Louis-Dreyfus), a power-hungry figure under investigation and intertwined in the business of superheroes, cleaning up the mess of a super-soldier program that went sideways. Yelena, Agent Walker, and Ghost are also part of that mess and become targets against each other. 

Knowing that their efforts and skills are better suited together rather than separate, and adding Yelena’s father and limo-driver Alexei Shostakov/Red Guardian (David Harbour) and Senator Bucky Barnes (Sebastian Stan), the former Avenger now traversing the political realm to fight evil, the group join forces to fight Valentina and her new weapon, Bob (Lewis Pullman), an all-powerful superhuman who struggles with negative feelings and memories of terrible events. 

While the “Thunderbolts*” is a team-up, this film belongs to and is rightfully focused on the fantastic performance of Florence Pugh and the already well-established character of Yelena Belova. Pugh’s charm and emotion build a great foundation for the reintroduction of the other characters. Director Jake Schreier and screenwriters Eric Pearson and Joanna Calo emphasize the characters and their interactions with one another, using them to expand the story and creating connective tissue between them that holds what little emotional stakes the tale tries to construct. 

The story of betrayal and the play for power from Allegra de Fontaine are formulaic, nothing new in superhero cinema. However, the introduction of Bob, a failed experiment from the super soldier serum program, utilizes a few narrative and character devices that make the latter half of the film more interesting than it otherwise would have been. Bob, a young man with a history of depression and drug abuse, is pushed into the role of a superhero. The newfound power creates a dissection, turning the unstable Bob into a malevolent alter-ego called The Void. The metaphor created using this character, along with the character motivations of Yelena, adds a nuanced portrayal of mental health and the private struggles these heroes are dealing with. It’s a subtle touch that adds much-needed depth to the otherwise systematic narrative. 

“Thunderbolts*” may not live up to the scale and spectacle of other Marvel superhero films, but that’s a good thing. The emphasis on character and the chemistry between the reluctant heroes, along with committed performances from Florence Pugh, Wyatt Russell, and David Harbour, anchors the film. The unexpected approach to critical commentary on mental health within the storytelling only further lifts director Jake Schreier’s “Thunderbolts*” above the recent, lackluster standard of Marvel movies.

Monte’s Rating

3.00 out of 5.00

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“Bonjour Tristesse” – Movie Review

Directed by:  Durga Chew-Bose

Written by:  Durga Chew-Bose, based on Francoise Sagan’s book

Starring:  Lily McInerny, Chloe Sevigny, Nailia Harzoune, Aliocha Schneider, and Claes Bang

Runtime:  110 minutes

‘Bonjour Tristesse’ isn’t as satisfying as the 1958 original, but say ‘Hello’ to this reflective psychological drama

“Everything is about listening.” – Elsa (Nailia Harune) 

Elsa takes an opulent summer holiday with her boyfriend, Raymond (Claes Bang), in the south of France on a sizable seaside estate (filmed in Cassis, just 30 kilometers from Marseille).  They and Raymond’s 18-year-old daughter, Cecile (Lily McInerny), spend their days lounging in the sun or contemplating when to butter their next slice of toast or pour a cup of tea or glass of wine. 

Elsa and Cecile share a warm, respectful relationship and friendship, and Cecile listens to Elsa’s comment, as noted above.  However, director Durga Chew-Bose’s debut feature film “Bonjour Tristesse”, translated into English as “Hello, Sadness”, is also defined with non-verbal cues, in addition to the spoken word, especially with the sudden arrival of Anne (Chloe Sevigny).  

Anne makes a 6-hour drive from Paris at Raymond’s request.  His longtime friend, a successful fashion designer, draws upon some time at Chateau Raymond.  With three women vying for the attention of one man, Chew-Bose introduces a troubling, competitive atmosphere in paradise.

With a 110-minute runtime primarily (but not entirely) in one location – the domicile, surrounding grounds, and the scenic coastline - Chew-Bose, who also wrote the screenplay, fashions a leisurely pace where Cecile, Elsa, and Anne subtlety calibrate their bearings in relation to one another and, ultimately, with Raymond.

Cordial conversations – emanating from the three women - primarily rule the days and evenings but with frequent undertows of deliberate arrangements to leverage position, especially from Anne.  On other occasions, Chew-Bose choreographs crowded spaces in this massive home, including when Anne and Elsa share the same patio chair.  

Even though Cecile and her summer fling, a young man named Cyril (Aliocha Schneider), share some romance, the story is primarily a psychological drama.  Elsa and Anne contest for Raymond’s affections but under polite, gracious circumstances, while Cecile wonders about her fate between congenial Elsa and pragmatic, parental Anne.  

Elsa is a stunning French beauty who could be mistaken for Cecile’s mother.  The French national is younger and more carefree than Anne.  Still, this American expatriate and Raymond share a history, so they both wield influence over Cecile’s father, a wealthy, untroubled widower who seems to always live in the moment.

Chew-Bose revels in the surrounding scenic beauty as an ever-present character, with fabulous shots of the inviting Mediterranean Sea, spectacular cliffs, and gentle, winding pathways not designed for punctuality for their human travelers.  In addition, she (or someone on her team) chose peppy, snappy music choices – like “Come Softly to Me” by The Roches and “Felicita” by Al Bano - when our leading players step out to mingle in town.

Durga relaxes the audience in the lap of luxury while initiating conflict with regal formalities, but casual, loose pacing might wane interest for moviegoers at times, as wishes for the promised emotional struggles to finally appear at this particular spot in Cassis, France.  While mesmerized by the exquisite backdrop of nature, patience is tested with simultaneous thoughts of the human co-stars delivering skilled performances but standing in place instead of moving the plot forward.  

This 2024 film is a remake of director Otto Preminger’s “Bonjour Tristesse” (1958) starring David Niven, Deborah Kerr, Mylene Demongeot, and Jean Seberg, based on Francoise Sagan’s 1954 book.  Both movies follow the same narrative, but the 1958 flick, at just 94 minutes, is a more satisfying, more palpable film, especially with Cecile (Seberg) narrating and reminiscing in Paris about that fateful summer one year before on the coast.  

Still, Chew-Bose’s adaptation carries on (almost) entirely in the here and now with an affecting message, but it’s probably best to watch the 1958 movie first.  Then, absorb this 21st-century coming-of-age chronicle, which devotes more time to the surrounding backdrop and lingers on the everyday complexities of those listening, watching, and enacting under one roof. 

 Jeff’s ranking

2.5/4 stars

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The Surfer - Movie Review

Directed by: Lorcan Finnegan.

Written by: Thomas Martin.

Starring: Nicolas Cage, Finn Little, Rahel Romahn.

Runtime: 100 minutes.

Nicolas Cage catches a wild wave in darkly comic ‘The Surfer’

Imagine Nicolas Cage going full lunatic, beating rats to death his bare hands in a sunburnt daze as he undergoes the trials of Job in the parking lot of an Australian beach, facing off against an organized surfing gang. You’ve just imagined “The Surfer,” an impossible-to-categorize gnarly new Cage joint that’s either as fun or as bad as you think that summary sounds. 

It’s not exactly a fun time at the movies (there are too many lingering shots of animal excrement for that to be the case), though it is a darkly funny one if you’re inclined to meet Cage on his deranged wavelength. His unnamed, American-accented protagonist, the titular Surfer, arrives at lovely Luna Bay, a sparkling stretch of Australian beach, with his teenage son (Finn Little) in tow, board in hand. He’s eager to catch some waves in his old haunt as he waits for a call from his realtor to close the deal on a cliffside house overlooking the scenic beach. 

But a “locals only” sign proves to have teeth, and the Surfer and his son are soon accosted by the Luna Bay Boys. “Don’t live here, don’t surf here,” the golden surf gods threateningly intone. When he dismisses their warning, the Luna Bay Boys knock him down and take his beloved surfboard, displaying it as a trophy above their off-limits beach shack. 

You don’t cast Cage in a movie for his character to quietly accept defeat; you cast Cage to berserk mode. It’s a credit to Cage’s charisma that he’s able to hold your interest through what’s largely a single-location film as a series of mishaps and escalations between the Surfer and the Luna Bay Boys in a beach parking lot strips the beleaguered man of everything he has – his possessions, his dignity, his sanity – in his single-minded pursuit to reclaim what was taken from him.

There’s a metaphor here, beyond the Job-like nature of the Surfer’s tribulations – a brief phone call with his wife (that is, soon-to-be ex-wife) hints at deeper pain, as does his obsession with this cliffside house and no family to put in it. Is it really the surfboard he’s trying to reclaim? 

It’s also a testament to Cage’s command of the screen that the point at which the movie loses its mystique is when the peripheral characters come into focus. The Surfer’s suffering is more interesting unexplained; as a masculinity-crisis hazing ritual that’s a little bit “Fight Club” meets “Falling Down” with Aussie flair, it becomes silly. 

“Before you can surf, you must suffer” is a line that can only be taken so seriously, and so in the end “The Surfer” is a movie that can only be taken so seriously. But if you can catch Cage’s wave, it’s still a wild ride. 

Barbara’s ranking

2/4 stars

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“On Swift Horses” – Movie Review

Directed by:  Daniel Minahan

Written by:  Bryce Kass, based on Shannon Pufahl’s book

Starring:  Daisy Edgar-Jones, Jacob Elordi, Will Poulter, Diego Calva, and Sasha Calle

Runtime:  117 minutes

‘On Swift Horses’ might win, place, or show as a series

Muriel (Daisy Edgar-Jones) and Lee (Will Poulter) live in a one-horse town in Kansas just after the Korean War, but they gallop toward big plans. 

Well, Lee is.  Muriel is content to live in her Kansas-rooted ranch home, which she inherited from her mother.  

Lee and his younger brother, Julius (Jacob Elordi), planned on building a life in California.  Julius arrives in Kansas to rendezvous with his kin and Muriel, and he emits alluring vibes with the young, attractive homeowner, especially at first sight, sitting in the front yard without his shirt.  

Director Daniel Minahan immediately introduces a potential romantic conflict, but “On Swift Horses” ponies up into different relationship mysteries that consume the thoughts of two of the three co-leads.  The story – based on Shannon Pufahl’s 2019 book and written for the screen by Bryce Kass – delves into secrets and explorations that break conventional 1950s norms, and the characters cope with the tolls that are taken. 

Edgar-Jones, Poulter, and Elordi are convincing players in this 20th-century romantic drama.  Muriel feels lost and trapped in unwanted prospects, while Lee doesn’t notice and constantly pushes positive energy into his hopes forged by American ideals. Meanwhile, Julius lives a lie, and his line of work basks in falsehoods too.  Cinematographer Luc Montpellier, costume designer Jeriana San Juan, and production designer Erin Magill beautifully and compellingly capture a period when the Greatest Generation conjured possibilities and realized them through ambition and golden opportunities.  

For instance, a few thousand dollars can buy you a plot of land and a homestead on a spacious Southern California prairie, “lightyears” before 2025’s suburban sprawl, freeway gridlock, and “dead shopping malls (that) rise like mountains beyond mountains” (thank you, Arcade Fire).  

Unfortunately, “On Swift Horses” suffers from its own construction as the film devotes (relatively) equal time to two primary narratives, but these distinct threads don’t satisfyingly intertwine or deliver on “promised” payoffs (at least, eluded payoffs) during the first act.  

Muriel and Lee reach SoCal to start anew, but Julius stops in Las Vegas instead, where both parties spend the vast majority of the 117-minute runtime.  

Granted, Kass’ screenplay ensures that in-person contact transpires between the three again, but these limited, unsatisfying touchpoints disappoint rather than reward.  Muriel and Lee (as a couple) and Julius struggle in their separate individual journeys, as Minahan frequently alternates between California and Nevada throughout the picture.  

Meanwhile, the potential for a collective emotional tussle under the same roof or at least in the same state feels like a better choice for this two-hour picture, especially with a compelling, conflicting start in Kansas.  

In California, Muriel resigns herself to following Lee into a suburban existence.  Although she works “9-to-5”, this is a divergence from the era’s stereotypes.  She suffers in silence to get along.  Lee isn’t an ogre.  Far from it, but their home life is his aspiration, not Muriel’s.  She reaches out from her mundane world to find sparks in the form of betting on horses at the track and a new friendship with their neighbor, Sandra (Sasha Calle in an intriguing supporting performance).  Muriel trots into these new emotional spaces, the most dynamic plot points in “On Swift Horses”.  

Conversely, Julius wanders into Vegas without direction on his faulty and undependable moral compass, as this disreputable gambler never knows when to stop unless it’s to accept responsibility.  He seems doomed for inevitable failure, and working in a Las Vegas hotel doesn’t seem to bode like a career that will change his fortunes.  

Although Muriel and Julius reside in separate states and storylines, they discover taboo relationships (during the Eisenhower administration), and keeping these connections private raises the primary theatrical tension in both locales.  

This critic didn’t read Pufahl’s book, but it seems better served as a series with episodes spent entirely in either SoCal or Sin City to let the material and relationships breathe and deliberately muddle through this bygone era’s institutional resistance.  In an 8-hour small-screen project, the prospects of dramatic confidences becoming revealed could ebb and flow, as could the sway between the triad’s imperfect bonds.  

The “On Swift Horses” film version delivers its intended emotive messages but with too many pages seemingly left out of the theatrical experience, as the movie’s pacing oddly feels too leisurely.  Then again, in one scene, Julius suddenly and randomly appears with an arbitrary four-legged companion, a horse, in a possible attempt to link to Muriel’s racetrack experiences and also the movie and book title.  Instead, this moment tracks with all the authenticity of Monopoly money at a poker table, and so does the clumsiest ending of 2025 so far. 

Well, “On Swift Horses” does finish its two-hour race with value and good intentions, but it might win, place, or show as a series.  

Jeff’s ranking

2/4 stars

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“The Wedding Banquet” – Movie Review

Directed by:  Andrew Ahn

Written by:  Andrew Ahn and James Schamus

Starring:  Bowen Yang, Lily Gladstone, Kelly Marie Tran, Han Gi-Chan, Youn Yuh-jung, and Joan Chen

Runtime:  102 minutes

‘The Wedding Banquet’ serves thoughtful romantic-drama dishes and a few rom-com ones too

“Long-term relationships, the ones that matter, are all about weathering the peaks and the valleys.” – Nicholas Sparks

Two couples – Chris (Bowen Yang) and Min (Han Gi-Chan) along with Lee (Lily Gladstone) and Angela (Kelly Marie Tran) – enjoy long-term relationships, but a pair of recent emotional storms have consumed their thoughts while they live in Lee’s home in Seattle. 

Min’s visa is soon to expire, and marrying Chris would solve his citizenship woes, but coming out as gay would rattle his grandparents.  In addition to his relatives’ shock, his wealthy kin – living in South Korea - would cut him off from the family money.  

Meanwhile, Lee and Angela are desperately trying to have a child, but In vitro fertilization attempts have painfully failed, and their current financial crunch is crushing their hopes of becoming parents. 

However, Min – out of the blue - proposes a ray of sunshine against everyone’s cloudy days: He will marry Angela to earn his green card and placate his grandparents, and in return, finance Lee’s IVF.  Yay (or “Ah-ssa” (pronounced in Korean)), everyone will be happy! 

Min and Angela would live a lie, but what’s “a little” fabrication to buy some happiness, right?   

As one can imagine, this decision has consequences, especially when Min’s grandmother, Ja-Young (Youn Yuh-jung), visits the Pacific Northwest to meet Angela in person.  

Director/co-writer Andrew Ahn’s “The Wedding Banquet” is a romantic comedy/drama that explores the hijinks of attempting an immense deception scaled-down inside one household while addressing outdated judgments against the couples’ queer lifestyles.  

With “Saturday Night Live” (1975 – present) current player Yang starring as a co-lead, one might assume that Ahn’s picture, with its hectic premise, would be an absolute riot, similar to “The Birdcage” (1996), but “Banquet” delves much more into relationship turbulence and strife – rather than laughs - over the 102-minute runtime.  Although the film does have a handful of hilarious moments, including one particular compromising position between two of the four co-leads, Angela’s mother (May (Joan Chen)) ever-present over-intrusive celebration of her daughter’s lifestyle, and Ja-Young’s frequent pragmatism.  

Still, Ahn and writer James Schamus’ screenplay is primarily conversational while delving into the essentials of the leads’ feelings throughout their initial troubles and complications arising from the marital ruse.  

Ahn’s movie is a remake of director/co-writer Ang Lee’s “The Wedding Banquet” (1993) (3.5 out of 4 stars), which earned a Best Foreign Language Film Oscar nomination.  Also co-written by Schamus, Lee’s film - set in New York City and based on a Taiwanese immigrant’s story – is more romantic drama-based than comedic, but the picture is groundbreaking for its time, 22 years before same-sex marriage became legal in the United States.  

The stigma against gay sexual orientation was additionally palpable in 1993, and Lee and the cast and crew dealt with these issues head-on and with care.  Watching 1993’s “Banquet” today, one can unquestionably still feel the weight of Wai’s (Winston Chao) burden of coming out to his parents, along with their strain, while also broadly coping with a judgmental societal outlook during this period throughout the film’s 106-minute runtime.

Setting a comparable story in 2025 needs some revision.  Hence, Lee and Angela’s IVF setbacks are included in this version.  Additionally, a more significant generational divide – grandparents rather than parents – helps bring credibility to Min’s dilemma because one might opine that Gen X parents of Millennials would be more accepting.

Lee and Angela’s storyline delivers the necessary gravitas to pull the audience into the dramatic orbit.  Gladstone and Tran offer tender and sympathetic moments in quiet, heartbreaking spaces for their characters.  Meanwhile, Lee, Angela, Chris, and Min’s nerves are strained due to this upcoming and unsound martial ceremony.  However, half of the 2025 “Banquet” stakes don’t feel terribly high because Min seems more concerned with staying on the payroll rather than hurting his grandparents’ feelings.  Granted, Ja-Young states that Min’s grandfather doesn’t have much longer to live, so some of Min’s guilt does exist.  

Youn Yuh-jung shouldn’t feel guilty about being a welcome scene-stealer, as Ja-Young is the most compelling character in the film, especially when she arrives in Seattle around the 48th minute because Min and company need to impress and convince this one person that Min and Angela’s soon-to-be-marriage is legit.  

The movie offers a small traditional Korean wedding ceremony that serves Min and Angela’s purpose rather than a separate feast.  See Lee’s 1993 picture for a big, beautiful pomp and circumstance banquet.  Still, the 2025 film serves enough thoughtful big-screen dishes to root for a happy ending as Chris, Min, Lee, and Angela weather their current relationship valleys. 

Jeff’s ranking

2.5/4 stars

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Sinners - Movie Review

Dir: Ryan Coogler 

Starring: Michael B. Jordan, Hailee Steinfeld, Miles Caton, Jack O’Connell, Wunmi Mosaku, and Delroy Lindo 

2h 17m

“Lord, it’s one kind favor I’ll ask of you / See that my grave is kept clean.” 

- Blind Lemon Jefferson (1927)

The blues is a cornerstone of musical heritage, an expression of cultural identity, and a statement of resiliency and resistance. The history of hardship and suffering, the rebellion and fortitude played and sang with heartbreak and sadness, pride and passion, all saturate every note and tune of the music. Blues singer, songwriter, and guitarist John Lee Hooker said it best, “The blues tells a story. Every line of the blues has a meaning”. 

“Sinners,” the new film from writer/director Ryan Coogler, tells the story of twin brothers Smoke and Stack, played expertly in both roles by Michael B. Jordan, returning to their hometown in Clarksdale, Mississippi, to open a juke joint in 1932. The blues, often called “the devil’s music,” is the heart of Coogler’s film, the soul that evokes the ears of evil on the club's opening night. Coogler’s storytelling here is filled with depth and complexity, an analysis of the Black experience told through heartfelt music and fascinating characters. “Sinners” is a bold and authentic genre film that bleeds delta blues and pays homage to the power of music for culture and community. 

Returning after some years of learning the business of gangsters in Chicago, twin brothers Smoke and Stack (Michael B. Jordan) return to their hometown in Mississippi with cash, booze, and a hustler’s mentality. Smoke and Stack buy an old sawmill on the edge of town and plan the opening night for their juke joint that same evening. The juke joint is a space for their people to be free after their hard day's work, a place to drink, eat, listen to, and dance to music. The brothers enlist the talents of their cousin, Sammie (an exciting introduction to Miles Caton), a young musician who sings the blues with a deep and soulful voice, the support of elder bluesman Delta Slim (the ever-interesting Delroy Lindo), and the guidance of Smoke’s longtime love Annie (a confident Wunmi Mosaku) who cooks and provides spiritual guidance. 

The opening night brings out the entire community, ready for a good time. It also brings unwanted guests, a trio of musicians seemingly called in the night by the music played so beautifully by Sammie. The guests, who make it abundantly clear that they must be invited into the gathering, don’t just come for the blues; they have also come for blood.

Ryan Coogler’s story of the factual and fictional horrors of the Jim Crow South is a remarkable intertwining of culture, history, and music told through the lens of genre film. The horror here revolves around vampires, a subgenre of horror so well-worn in film history that it resembles how blues influenced the landscape of rock n’ roll music. Coogler’s intent throughout “Sinners” is to craft a metaphor, evoke satire, and draw social commentary while creating a bombastic clash of imagery, music, and character. Whether the strong metaphor of Black musical artistry that is being preyed upon by outsiders who crave the soul of life experiences put to tune or the more subtle analogy of the lore of vampirism as a symbol of freedom and slavery. It’s all expert storytelling crafted in ways that will resonate differently with every viewer, just like blues music. 

Michael B. Jordan, in a highlight performance of his career, plays Smoke and Stack as distinct yet separate characters. Each character's southern drawl, unique swagger, and costuming let Jordan ease into the personalities. Smoke is the leader; he is more confident and imposing but also tender and more in tune with the emotions of everything happening, especially his relationship with Annie. Stack supports Smoke’s leader, who is more impulsive and aggressive but charming with a hint of kindness that comes out with interactions with Sammie. Support characters like Delroy Lindo, who shines as the alcohol-influenced, harmonica and piano-playing bluesman, and Hailee Steinfeld, as the one-time love interest of Smoke who is adopted into the community family because of the kindness of her mother, round out the depth of the storyline. 

Ryan Coogler continues to impress with the skill behind the camera; the quality of the filmmaker's work here is singular in both its voice and vision, a true testament to the artist’s growth over the years. “Sinners” may feel familiar in its genre execution, but its story and characters are unmatched for horror films in recent memory. Watch it on the biggest screen because, just like the juke joint in the movie, this film deserves to be seen, heard, and experienced in a unique space with a community. 

Monte’s Rating 

4.00 out of 5.00

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