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THE BAD GUYS--Based on Aaron Blabey's best-selling graphic novel series, the latest DreamWorks animated film is one of their better outings in recent years. A crew of miscreants led by pickpocket Mr. Wolf (Sam Rockwell) decides it's better to go straight than do jail time after their latest job gets them busted. Agreeing to serve as mentor is British-accented guinea pig Professor Marmalade (Richard Ayoade) who discovers that Wolf and his criminal cohorts--safecracker Mr. Snake (Marc Maron); master of disguise Mr. Shark (Craig Robinson); hired muscle Mr. Piranha (Anthony Ramos); and hacker Ms. Tarantula (Awkwafina)--might actually make pretty decent good guys (and one good gal) after all. Or maybe the whole thing is just another elaborate scam concocted by Wolfy. The vocal casting is aces, and there's just enough invention and wit in the screenplay to keep any accompanying grown-ups from nodding off. Which is more than you can say about most kidflicks. (B.)
THE BATMAN--Matt ("War for the Planet of the Apes," Dawn of the Planet of the Apes") Reeves' strikingly stylized new iteration of the DCEU crime fighter franchise is also the longest (clocking in at just under three hours) "Bat" flick to date. It's also one of the finest. In fact, I'd rank it alongside Tim Burton's "Batman Returns" (1992) and Chris Nolan's "The Dark Knight Rises" (2011) in terms of overall quality and emotional resonance Former "Twilight" heartthrob Robert Pattinson, who's been busily reinventing himself as a serious actor in prestigious auteur fare (e.g., Claire Denis' "High Life" and the Safdie Brothes' "Good Time"), dons the cape this time and he's positively brilliant. He just might be my favorite Batman/ Bruce Wayne since Michael Keaton. As much film noir as comic book caper ("Se7en"-era David Fincher was clearly a major inspiration), it's that rare super hero film that I would gladly welcome a sequel--or sequels--to. Reeves' terrific cast (including Zoe Kravitz as Selina Kyle/Catwoman, an unrecognizable Colin Farrell as the Penguin and a truly terrifying Paul Dano as the Riddler) offer well-nigh definitive portrayals of their iconic roles. (A.)
DECEPTION--Not counting the terrific 2020 HBO miniseries, "The Plot Against America," Arnaud ("A Christmas Tale," "Ismael's Ghosts") Desplechin's screen translation of Philip Roth's same-named 1990 novel ranks alongside 2016's "Indignation" and 1969's "Goodbye, Columbus" as the best Roth film adaptation to date. Not that you'd know it from the tepid critical response that greeted "Deception" at the 2021 Cannes Film Festival--and which might explain why no U.S. distributer acquired theatrical rights. Fortunately, MUBI has stepped forward and, starting this week, Desplechin's movie will be available on their increasingly indispensable streaming site. If you've been dragging your feet about subscribing to yet another streamer, this is as good a reason as any to pony up for MUBI. One of Roth's most nakedly confessional works, "Deception" unfolds as an almost stream-of-consciousness narrative in which a Jewish-American novelist named Philip (played by Dennis Podalydes) ruminates over his multiple affairs while living as an expatriate in London with his long-suffering wife (Anouk Grinberg in the "Claire Bloom Role"). Desplechin has reimagined Roth's tome as a sort of cinematic chamber piece: characters speak directly to the camera, and there's a heightened degree of theatrical artifice to the proceedings. Among the various women in Philip's life who leave an indelible--wounding in some cases--mark are Lea Seydoux's actress trapped in a loveless marriage; Rebecca Madder as Philip's former writing student/lover; and the great Emmanuelle Devos, burning a hole through the screen as another of Philip's ex-mistresses who's currently battling cancer. Curiously, despite the fact that the characters are all either American or British, everyone speaks French. Maybe that was why so many critics took issue with the movie. As a lifetime Francophile, that was never an issue for me. Podalydes' frequently self-absorbed Philip muses over sex, death, literature (of course) and anti-Semitism (he's playing Roth's doppelgänger after all), sometimes in a "poor me" manner which distinctly marks it as a pre-#MeToo artifact. If you're a Roth and/or Desplechin fan, this is a film you can't afford to miss. STREAMING EXCLUSIVELY ON MUBI. (A.)
DE SADE--Marketed at the time as "a film biography of the great 18th century writer and sadist," this amusingly (and flamboyantly) tacky 1969 AIP biopic about the notorious French libertine looks absolutely sensational in its new Kino Lorber Blu-Ray. The movie itself, though, remains very much a mixed bag although there's no disputing the fact that it's a fascinating cultural artifact of its time. Thanks to the introduction of the MPAA rating code the previous year, filmmakers were suddenly freed to tackle previously taboo subject matter in Hollywood movies, and the Marquis de Sade was (and remains) the very definition of "taboo." Very much a product of its era, the film treats the "120 Days of Sodom" author as one of the original flower children: a free love, let-it-all-hang-out proto-hippie. Casting Keir ("2001: A Space Odyssey") Dullea as de Sade probably wasn't a great idea, though, since the actor had already played so many head cases (most famously in his star-making role in 1962's "David and Lisa" and Otto Preminger's "Bunny Lake is Missing") that audiences were inclined to think he was already a little "off." Told largely in flashback, the movie opens with the 74-year-old de Sade returning to the chateau of his late uncle (John Huston) were he spent his, uh, formative years. Once ensconced in the now-crumbling estate, he's immediately confronted with staged reenactments of his life in a makeshift theater performance. We meet de Sade's distant mother and aloof father, the woman (Anna Massey) he was tricked into marrying, his despised mother-in-law (Lili Palmer) and the sister-in-law (Sent Berger) he pined for his entire adult life. As much attention is paid to the serial whippings he received as a boy--ordered by his task master uncle and administered by a comely maid--as to the grown de Sade frolicking in a plethora of goofy "R"-rated orgies. (The film actually received an "X" at the time.) The director of record (Cy Endfield of "Zulu" and "The Mysterious Island" renown) was actually replaced mid-shoot, and numerous hands were involved in completing the troubled production, including old AIP hand Roger Corman and Huston (!) himself. Some of that creative tumult/confusion is discussed in an interview with screenwriter/Cinefantastique icon Richard ("The Omega Man," Spielberg's "Duel") Matheson on the disc's extras. There's also a chatty audio commentary with critic/novelist Tim Lucas, as well as the original theatrical trailer. (B MINUS.)
DOCTOR STRANGE IN THE MULTIVERSE OF MADNESS--Thanks to Sam ("Spider-Man," "The Evil Dead") Raimi climbing aboard as this MCU sequel's director, "Multiverse of Madness" is a marked improvement over Scott Derrickson's somewhat lackluster 2016 franchise kickstarter. It's also more of a horror flick than a super hero movie. Strange (an amusingly plummy Benedict Cumberbatch) unleashes the Multiverse where he's confronted with multiple versions of himself (hence the titular "madness"), and not even loyal sidekick Wong (Benedict Wong)--newly graduated to Prime Sorcerer Wong--is much help in correcting the wonky space/time continuum. (Yes, things do get a tad convoluted and even borderline-incoherent at times.) Strange's chief antagonist this time is Wanda (Elizabeth Olsen) who unleashes her wicked Scarlet Witch alter ego to harness the powers of a runaway teenage girl (Yachitl Gomez's America). Reprising their roles from the first film, Rachel McAdams, Chiwetel Ejiofor and Michael Stuhlbarg are once again good company, and the whole thing wraps up at just under two hours which is a nice change from recent super-sized Marvel movies which seem to drag on forever. (B.)
DOWNTON ABBEY: A NEW ERA--It's summer 1928 and the whole "Downton" clan has descended upon a villa in the South of France that Dowager Countess Violet (the sublime Maggie Smith) inherited from an old flame. Tres scandale! The fact that this same villa is being coveted by Hollywood director Jack Barber (Hugh Dancy) who wants to use it as the set for his latest movie insures a near endless supply of amusing Grantham family drama. The whole clan--especially Violet frenemy Isabel (Penelope Wilton)--is itching to know more about the affair behind Violet's inheritance, and Lady Mary (Michelle Dockery) lets her hair down long enough to entertain Barber's romantic overtures. As a longtime fan of the long-running tube series--and its equally yummy 2019 big-screen follow-up--I'm hardly the most objective viewer. But I savored every delicious minute of this Simon ("Woman in Gold," "Goodbye, Christopher Robin") Curtis-helmed sequel. And if you're a fellow "Downton Head," so will you. (A MINUS.)
EVERYTHING, EVERYWHERE, ALL AT ONCE--Michelle ("Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon," "Crazy Rich Asians") Yeoh plays Evelyn, a Simi Valley immigrant who discovers that the multiverse really exists. A visit to an unctuous IRS auditor (Jamie Lee Curtis) because her family's laundromat is behind on their taxes unleashes Evelyn's inner kung-fu mama. Soon she's battling the dastardly Jabu Tupaki (Stephanie Hsu who does double duty as Evelyn's rebellious lesbian daughter) in an alternative dimension. Directing duo Dan Kwan and Daniel Scheinert (2016's uncategorizable whatzit "Swiss Army Man") pay homage to everything from "The Matrix," "Being John Malkovich," "Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind" and even Pixar's "Ratatouille" in a very frenetic, vastly entertaining 138 minutes. Surprisingly most of it works, in large measure due to Yeoh who gives a career performance here. Even when it doesn't make complete narrative sense--which, truth be told, is most of the time--it has a built-in emotional logic that keeps you happily jazzed and ultimately, seemingly against all odds, moved. (A MINUS.)
FANTASTIC BEASTS: THE SECRETS OF DUMBLEDORE--The third of a threatened five adaptations of J.K. Rowling's kid-lit series is a slight improvement over the first two, but still largely impenetrable unless you're a super-fan. Like the previous installments, this was helmed by Rowling house director David Yates, and what he lacks in visual panache and wit he makes up for in sheer endurance. It can't be easy to show up for work on one of these lumbering tentpoles every morning for months/years on end. Magizoologist Newt (the perennially irritating Eddie Redmayne) is largely sidelined this time, thank heavens, as the focus shifts to a rivalry between good wizard Dumbeldore (Jude Law) and evil wizard Grindelwald (Mads Makkelsen subbing for Johnny Depp who's apparently still in movie jail). To help gain control of Wizard-World, Grindelwald steals a Qilin--those pure of heart beasties have the ability to see into the future--and it's up to Newt and a squad of witches, wizards and one Muggle (Dan Fogler, still among the franchise's few bright spots) to save the day. The most interesting aspect of the movie is its backdrop of rising Fascism in 1930's Europe, and the snazzy Art Deco production design insures there's always something fun to look at, even if--like me--you can't make heads or tails out of the plot. (C.)
FATHER STU--The first half of this inspirational drama is seemingly (and weirdly) pitched at broad comedy which makes the proselytizing second part even more baffling. Mark Wahlberg plays Stuart Long, a dissolute former boxer turned supermarket clerk who decides to become a Catholic priest after a near-fatal motorcycle accident. A Sunday School teacher --the appealing Teresa Ruiz--provides the spark for his surprising new vocation. Co-producer Wahlberg seems to take all this folderol seriously, and responds with a fiercely committed performance. (He even gained 30 pounds for the role.) Mel Gibson and Jackie Weaver also do nice work as Stuart's estranged parents who have a hard time accepting their formerly agnostic son's conversion. But despite being "inspired by a true story"--yes, there's a real Father Stu--I didn't believe a minute of it. The faithful might have a different response. (C MINUS.)
FIRESTARTER--A better than expected remake of the largely meh 1984 Stephen King adaptation stars Zac Efron as Andy, father of an 11-year-old daughter (Ryan Kiera Armstrong's Charlie) with the uncanny psychic ability to start fires, usually spurred by anger or emotional pain. Although he's been able to control her fiery tendencies until now, encroaching adolescence brings a scary new dimension to Charlie's "talent." When the government sics a top-secret agency to harness her skills for the purpose of manufacturing an unstoppable WOM, dad is forced to take his family (Sydney Lemmon plays Andy's wife/Charlie's mom) on the lam. The first "Firestarter" had a more pedigreed cast--including the post-"E.T." Drew Barrymore and Oscar winners Louise Fletcher and Art Carney--but director Keith (2020's Hasidic art-horror film "The Vigil") Thomas' iteration has more visceral impact--and much better FX. (B MINUS.)
HOLD YOUR FIRE--Stefan Forbes' riveting documentary examines the bungled 1973 robbery of a Brooklyn sporting goods store by four Black Muslims that led to a "Dog Day Afternoon"-style hostage crisis. Present-day interviews with many of the real-life participants (all four of the men have since been released from prison after having served lengthy sentences) provide invaluable color commentary on the events as we watch them unfold in fascinating archival footage. The undisputed "star" of the film is former NYPD shrink Harvey Schlossberg whose hostage negotiation skills--a novel concept at a time when cops were more inclined to shoot than "negotiate"--helped form the template for law enforcement agencies worldwide. Another layer which makes Forbes' movie so queasily relevant is the historical spotlight it shines on law enforcement's chronic mistreatment of African-American suspects. I guess some things never change. (A MINUS.)
THE LOST CITY--Sandra Bullock plays Loretta Sage, a widowed romance novelist who's kidnapped by an overzealous fan (Daniel Radcliffe, a long way from Hogwarts) during her latest book tour. Hot on Loretta's trail are her himbo cover model (Channing Tatum in full "21 Jump Street" klutzy-stud mode) and a reconstituted Navy SEAL (Brad Pitt, clearly having a ball in his glorified cameo). They're all good company, and Da'Vine Joy Randolph provides added sass and seasoning as the scribe's long-suffering publicist.This eagerly-awaited follow-up to brother filmmaking duo Adam and Aaron Nee's delightful 2015 "Band of Robbers" (a Wes Anderson-inflected modernization of Huckleberry Finn) is the kind of "Romancing the Stone"-y screwball-lite romp nobody makes anymore. If you forgot that movies were actually supposed to be, y'know, fun consider this a much-needed tonic. (B.)
MEMORY--Liam Neeson plays yet another hired assassin in director Martin ("Casino Royale," Antonio Banderas' "Zorro" movies) Campbell's pro forma "Liam Neeson Action Flick." When Neeson's Alex Lewis develops a crisis of conscience and refuses to go through with his latest job, he's forced to hunt down and kill his employers before they--and a twitchy FBI agent played by a clearly bored Guy Pearce--catch up with him. The fact that Alex has begun to lose his memory (or maybe just his marbles; it's sometimes hard to tell) complicates things. A still-ravishing Monica ("Irreversible") Bellucci turns up briefly as a Eurotrash dragon lady to provide a much-needed shot of estrogen. Neeson's latest shoulda-been-straight-to-video programmer cobbles together elements of 2011's "Unknown" (e.g., the whole amnesia/memory loss gambit) and, well, pretty much any/every post-"Taken" Neeson actioner. A career slickster like Campbell insures that the whole thing is "watchable" enough, but he never remotely convinced me that his film was actually worth sitting through. At least not in a theater. (C MINUS.)
MEN--In the hopes of recovering from the trauma of her late husband's suicide, Harper ("The Lost Daughter" Oscar nominee Jesse Buckley) takes a two-week sabbatical in the English countryside where she encounters an endless procession of awful--and in some cases, downright sinister--men. The fact that they're all played by the same actor (Rory Kinnear in a bravura performance) insures that the audience remains as psychologically unhinged as Harper herself. Cult writer/director Alex ("Ex Machina," "Annihilation") Garland's terrifying and insanely provocative new film plays like a feminist response to David Cronenberg's legendary "body horror" movies (The Fly," "They Came from Within," et al), and the teasingly ambiguous ending will either blow your mind or make you want to throw something at the screen. As cinematic freak-outs go, it's very much in distributer A24's wheelhouse of cerebral chillers like "Hereditary," "Midsummar" and "The Witch." I dug it. (A MINUS.)
MONDOCANE--Set on Italy's southern coast in an indeterminate, vaguely post-apocalyptic future, Alessandro Celli's film concerns the excruciating lengths two young boys (Dennis Propopapa's Pietro and Giuliano Soprano's Cristian) go through to become members of] a ruthless street gang led by the fearsome "Hothead" (Alessandro Borghi). Former tube director Celli displays real big-screen chops in the frequent action setpieces, and also shows a deft touch with his young actors, many of whom are making their screen debuts. If the idea of a mash-up between Fernando Meirelles' "City of God and Mad Max sounds irresistible, this should be right up your alley. (B.)
MORBIUS--Sony's latest attempt to mine C-list Marvel characters (Disney owns the top-tier Marvel superheroes) for "Venom"-ish box office gold stars Jared Leto as biochemist Michael Morbius whose rare blood disorder inspires drastic measures to save his life. While Morbius' radical medical procedure is a success, it also turns him into a vampire. But like Wesley Snipes' similarly comics-derived Blade, Leto's Morbius is actually a sorta/kinda good-guy bloodsucker. If only Daniel ("Safe House") Espinosa's movie was as stylish, entertaining and "R"-rated gnarly as the old Blade flicks. Method Madman Leto is a tad more restrained than usual, but the acting laurels belong to guest star Michael Keaton who once again proves he's as groovy a Big Bad as he was playing Batman. (C MINUS.)
THE NORTHMAN--The word "visionary" is tossed around pretty loosely these days in marketing circles, but director Robert ("The Witch," "The Lighthouse") Eggers is one of the few who genuinely earns that lofty approbation. Eggers' latest--which also happens to be his most accessible film to date--is a 9th century Viking saga as proudly, stubbornly idiosyncratic as his previous work, but on a (much) grander scale. His distinct and distinctive worldview hasn't been diminished a whit by what I'm assuming was a vastly larger budget than he was previously accustomed to. Alexander Skarsgard plays the strapping Prince Amleth who has spent much of his life plotting bloody revenge against the uncle (Claes Bang) who slayed his father (Ethan Hawke) in a bid for his mother (Nicole Kidman, dependably strong). Yes, the Shakespearean allusions (hey there, Prince of Denmark) are all pretty much on the nose, down to Willem Dafoe's manic court jester who's an inspired mash-up of Rosencrantz and Guildenstern. "Queens Gambit" breakout Anya Taylor-Joy is "Olga of the Birch Forest," Amleth's love interest and co-conspirator; turns out she's got vengeance on her mind, too. It's the kind of gleefully bonkers movie where Icelandic songbird Bjork shows up as a--what else?--blind seer. Although Eggers gilds the lily a bit with an overly generous 136-minute run time (the first half admittedly drags), this is precisely the kind of auteurist-filmmaking-on-an-epic-scale (think Francis Ford Coppola's "Apocalypse Now") that's mostly gone out of fashion in these days of cookie-cutter franchise tentpoles. I salute it. (A MINUS.)
OUTSIDE THE LAW; TWO MEN IN TOWN--Two films by French-Algerian director Rachid Bouchareb are being simultaneously released on separate Cohen Media Blu-Rays, and both are eminently worthwhile. Like Bouchareb's great 2007 anti-war film "Days of Glory," 2010's "Outside the Law" was nominated for the Best Foreign Film Oscar. And while it's not the masterpiece that "Glory" was, it's a splendid example of personal, big-budget European filmmaking. Costing in excess of $25-million--peanuts for a Hollywood production, but an exorbitant sum for French movies at the time--the film tells an epic story against an intimate backdrop. Three Algerian brothers reunite after the end of World War II to fight for their native land's independence from France. Said (Jamel Debouzza) was a pimp who graduated to hot-shot boxing promoter; Messaoud (Roschdy Zemeckis) has recently returned from Indochina where he fought for the French, but grew to sympathize with the Viet Cong "enemy"; and Abdelkader (Sami Bouajila) is the designated family politician who's become a leader of the NLF (National Liberation Movement). Although the storytelling is a tad "Tradition of Quality" conventional, the film succeeds largely on the strength of Bouchareb's formidable action movie chops. "Two Men in Town" from 2015 was Bouchareb's American debut although it's actually based on a little-known, same-named 1973 French crime drama starring Alain Delon and Jean Gabin. Oscar winner Forest Whitaker plays William, an ex-con and Muslim convert whose attempts to go straight are derailed by his old criminal cohort Luis Guzman and the sheriff (Harvey Keitel) who doesn't think serving 18 years of a 21-year sentence was enough punishment for William killing his deputy. Harassed and stalked by the lawman while being pressured to get back into the game by his former gang, William's path is chockablock with perils that not even a compassionate parole officer (Brenda Blethyn) or the love of a good woman (Delores Heredia) can fix. Even though it wasn't particularly well-received by critics at the time of its truncated theatrical release, "Two Men" is so well-acted (the wonderful Ellen Burstyn turns up for one memorable scene as Whitaker's estranged mother) and compelling that I didn't even mind the anti-climactic ending which felt like it must have been workshopped to death at the Sundance Institute. The "Law" Blu-Ray has more extras (including a "making-of" documentary, deleted scenes and interviews with Bouchareb and his cast) while "Men" just includes a rather perfunctory doc about the film's New Mexico shoot.
("Law," A MINUS; "Two Men," B PLUS.)
SONIC THE HEDGEHOG 2--This sequel to the 2020 Sega videogame-derived kidflick whose theatrical release was cut short by Covid-19 theater closings basically repeats the formula that worked (sort of) the first time. Sonic (voiced again by Ben Schwartz) is happily ensconced in the Montana 'burbs with Tom (James Marsden) and Maddie (Tina Sumpter). But when they leave town to attend a family wedding in Hawaii, Sonic's old nemesis, Dr. Robotnik (Jim Carrey doing his best "Ace Ventura"-era Carrey), resurfaces, wreaking all sorts of cartoonish havoc. Aided by his echidna cohort Knuckles (Idris Elba; yes, Idris Elba), Robotnik seeks the Master Emerald that will allow him to--what else?--control the world. It's up to Sonic and fox pal Tails (Colleen O'Shaughnessey) to save humankind, but first they have to get into a lot of silly, rapid-fire comic shenanigans. Reprising his duties from "Sonic 1," director Jeff Fowler seems to have a lot more affection for the titular blue hedgehog than I do, hence the movie's overly generous two-hour-plus run time. But small kids, even those with no first-hand experience of the original game, are sure to love it. And probably a few of their vidgame-loving parents as well. (C PLUS.)
THE UNBEARABLE WEIGHT OF MASSIVE TALENT--Nicolas Cage plays himself in director Tom Gormican's waggishly amusing meta action-comedy that's maybe a little too clever for its own good, but still good fun. A cash-strapped Cage is coerced by his slickster Tinseltown agent (Neil Patrick Harris, predictably unctuous) into accepting a million dollar payday to attend a lavish birthday party in Mallorca hosted by superfan Javi Gutierrez (Pedro Pascal from Disney's "The Mandalorian"). Cage and Javi wind up bonding over their shared love for movies--not just Nic Cage movies either; even "Paddington 2" gets a shout-out--and quickly become BFFs. But when two CIA agents (Tiffany Haddish and Ike Barinholtz) show up and inform Nic that Javi is really the ruthless head of an international arms cartel, the "Leaving Las Vegas" Oscar winner is conflicted. Should he help bring down his new buddy, or save his butt instead? Loaded with goofy references to past Cage flicks ("The Rock" and "Con Air" are apparently sacrosanct in the Cage-Verse), the film is buoyed by Cage's "massive talent" and his off-the-charts chemistry with a wildly charismatic Pascal who's the most likable--dare I say, "lovable?--bad guy in recent memory. (B.)
UNCHARTERED--Tom Holland's follow-up to "Spider-Man: No Way Home" isn't likely to reach the box office stratosphere of his recent blockbuster. But for a videogame adaptation, "Zombieland" director Ruben Fleischer's larkish adventure is a tolerable enough Saturday night (or matinee) entertainment. Holland plays Nate Drake, a bartender/pickpocket who's recruited by daredevil adventurer Victor "Sully" Sullivan (Mark Wahlberg) to help locate the 500-year-old fortune of legendary explorer Ferdinand Magellan. Their goal is to claim the $5-billion prize before Big Bad Moncanda (Antonio Banderas) and his accomplice (Tati Gabriella) get their grubby hands on it. While Fleischer shamelessly borrows from (among others) the Indiana Jones, "National Treasure" and "Pirates of the Caribbean" movies--and it's as depressingly CGI-dependent as most 21st century franchise wannabes--the whole thing is so breathlessly paced that it's rarely boring. Holland essentially plays Peter Parker's semi-dissolute kid brother here and he develops precious little chemistry with Wahlberg who seems mildly piqued that he's been recruited to play second fiddle to a Marvel super-hero. Despite closing credits Easter eggs that promise (threaten?) a sequel, I'm not expecting an "Unchartered 2" anytime soon. (C PLUS.)
VIOLENT CITY--This 1970 Charles Bronson action flick was retitled "The Family" for its belated 1973 U.S. release to capitalize on the success of a certain Francis Ford Coppola mob movie. ("'The Godfather' gave you an offer you couldn't refuse. 'The Family' gives you no alternative.") Neither the 109-minute European cut ("Violent City) or the 96-minute "Family" are really anyone's idea of a "good" movie, although "City" is at least slightly more coherent. But for Bronson completists, the new Kino Lorber Studio Classics Blu-Ray is worth checking out since it includes both versions of the film as well as sundry extras. Directed by Italian grindhouse veteran Sergio ("The Big Gundown") Sollima, the movie (movies?) casts Bronson as a hitman--a role he would subsequently play with considerably more success in Michael Winner's "The Mechanic"--who, after being double-crossed, follows his wannabe assassin to New Orleans for some Cajun-style revenge. And, oh yeah, he also inherits the dead guy's Eurotrash mistress (played by Bronson's real-life wife and frequent costar, Jill Ireland). A pre-"Kojack" Telly Savalas turns in the best performance as a crime boss who wants hired gun Bronson to work for his "family." Despite the fact that large chunks of the film were shot on location in NOLA and Michigan, most of the supporting roles are played by Italian actors, all of whom are (woodenly) dubbed into English. Sollima, working from a script cowritten (?!) by future "Seven Beauties" director Lina Wertmuller, does a reasonably pro job with ho-hum material. The standout sequence is a glass elevator sniper shoot-out that foreshadows some of Brian DePalma's later virtuoso setpieces in "Body Double" and "Blow Out." Legendary composer Ennio Morricone did the score which, sadly, is as phoned-in as the rest of the movie. ("Violent City," C PLUS; "The Family," "C MINUS.")
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AMBULANCE--In the hopes of raising cash for his wife's experimental cancer surgery, Afghan vet Will ("Candyman" star Yahya Abdul-Mateen II) reluctantly turns to his criminally-inclined adoptive brother Danny (Jake Gyllenhaal) for help. Naturally the $32-million bank heist Danny masterminds ends disastrously, and soon they're hijacking an ambulance (hence the title) to make their getaway. Along for the ride are an EMT worker (Eiza Gonzalez) and the cop (Jackson Sharp) wounded in their bungled robbery. Soon the entire LAPD is in hot pursuit, both on land and air. For anyone jonesing for a big, dumb, loud Michael Bay-style action flick, Bay himself obliges with this heaping slab of ADD-fueled testosterone. It's not boring, but there's certainly no reason for a glorified B-movie to run 138 minutes. (C PLUS.)
BLACKLIGHT--Liam Neeson and his "Honest Thief" director Mark Williams reteam for another generic action flick strictly for undemanding audiences. Neeson plays a government operative fighting to dismantle Operation Unity, a shadow outfit targeting ordinary civilians. As the muckraking reporter who assists in his investigation, Emmy Raver-Lampan at least displays more spunk than a depressed-looking Aidan Quinn as Neeson's former FBI handler. The whole thing has such a perfunctory, straight-to-video feel that it's surprising anyone thought this merited a theatrical release. (C MINUS.)
THE CURSED--Sean Ellis' stylish Gothic horror flick is what a 1960's Hammer movie would look like if they were still being made today. Set in late 19th century France, the film concerns a gypsy curse placed on land baron Seamus Laurent (Alister Petrie) after he had a Romani family executed for squatting on his property. Boyd Holbrook is the pathologist brought in when Laurent's teenage son (Max Mackintosh) mysteriously vanishes, and (naturally) he's the first to utter the deathly word, "lycanthrope." Juicily atmospheric and aptly gruesome, the only downside is the actual werewolf who looks more like an extraterrestrial. (Paging Rick Baker.) Kelly Reilly, so good as Beth on Taylor Sheridan's "Yellowstone," has a relatively thankless role as Petrie's wife. (B.)
CYRANO--Not being the world's biggest Peter Dinklage fan, I was a tad skeptical about the "Game of Thrones" imp playing the title character in director Joe ("Atonement," "The Darkest Hour") Wright's revisionist musical spin on Edmond Rostand's 1897 theatrical chestnut. But Dinklage rises to the challenge of wife Erica Schmidt's adroit screenplay which honors Rostand while attempting something completely different. Aaron and Bryce Dessner's score will never be confused with Stephen Sondheim, but the songs are melodic enough and certainly easy on the ear. Also helping the film's cause are its Roxanne and Christian (Haley Bennett and Kelvin Harrison Jr., both of whom are supremely photogenic and immensely winning performers). Director of photography Seamus McGarvey does extraordinary work as well. This is easily the best-looking "Cyrano" I've ever seen: every gorgeous frame could be hung in an art gallery. While Steve Martin's modern-dress Cyrano adaptation (1987's sublime "Roxanne") remains my all-time favorite big-screen Rostand, this is definitely a close second. (A MINUS.)
DEATH ON THE NILE--While vacationing on a posh ocean liner, eccentric Belgian detective Hercule Poirot (Kenneth Branagh) is tasked with solving the murder of a fellow passenger, newlywed heiress Linnet Ridgeway ("Wonder Woman" Gal Gadot in civilian clothes). Since this is an Agatha Christie mystery, it's only natural that virtually the entire passenger list will become Poirot suspects. Five years after his narcoleptic "Murder on the Orient Express" reboot, Branagh returns with another star-studded Christie adaptation that was delayed nearly two years by Covid. Unlike "Orient Express" which failed to match Sidney Lumet's nonpareil 1974 Christie adaptation, this time Branagh actually improves on the previous cinematic "Nile" (John Guillerman's middling 1978 version). While the cast--which includes the wonderful Annete Bening, perennially annoying Russell Brand and newly defamed Armie Hammer--may lack the mega-watt luster of the '78 "Nile" which featured Bette Davis, David Niven, Peter Ustinov and Maggie Smith, this is actually a more enjoyable iteration. I'm still not sure why Disney didn't just put it on Hulu or Disney+, though. (B MINUS.)
DOG--Channing Tatum co-directed (with Reid Carolin) and stars in this road trip buddy comedy about former Army Ranger Briggs (Tatum) and his devoted Belgian Malinois pup Lulu. Their destination is the funeral of Briggs' fellow Ranger, and because the movie is pitched largely at young audiences, the scrapes and skirmishes they get into along the way are all pretty mild (albeit mildly amusing). It's nothing special, but pleasant enough, especially if you're a dog lover or a Tatum fan. (B MINUS.)
DRIVE MY CAR--Ryusuke Hamaguchi's humanist masterpiece was nominated for four Academy Awards (including both Best International Feature and Best Picture), but precious few have been able to see the film in its limited theatrical release. Kudos then to HBO MAX for purchasing streaming rights so that millions of people who don't live near a big city arthouse can find out what the fuss is all about. A masterful Hidetoshi Nishijima plays Yusuke, a recently widowed middle-aged theater actor/director who takes a job directing a multi-lingual production of Chekhov's "Uncle Vanya" at a Hiroshima theater festival. During his residency, Yusuke forms an unlikely bond with the taciturn young woman (Toko Hiura) hired to be personal driver. Although it runs a leisurely three hours, there's not a single desultory moment here. Grief, guilt, love, loss and (ultimately) acceptance are just some of the big themes Hamaguchi tackles in probing, sensitive fashion. It feels an awful lot like real life, and that's a quality conspicuously absent from most of the movies being made in Hollywood these days. No wonder Academy members flipped over it. (A.)
THE GIRL CAN'T HELP IT--Frank Tashlin's rollicking 1957 showcase for the pulchritudinous charms of iconic pin-up model/actress Jayne Mansfield gets the Criterion Collection treatment, and it's a blast from start to finish. Tashlin, who began his career as an in-house animator at Warner Brothers directing Looney Tunes and Merrie Melodies shorts, brought his cartoony visual sensibility--lots of elaborate sight gags, natch--to his live action films, and "The Girl" was one of the crown jewels of his oeuvre In her first starring role, Mansfield plays Jerri Jordan, va-va-voom girlfriend of infamous Long Island gangster "Fats" Murdock (Edmond O'Brien). Because Jerri's sugar daddy thinks she's got star potential, he hires Tom Miller (Tom Ewell), a down-on-his-luck talent agent to transform his future bride into an overnight singing sensation. (The fact that Jerri has no discernible talent is immaterial to Murdock's grand design.) Studded with 17 (count 'em) rock-and-roll numbers by such luminaries as Eddie Cochran, the Platters, Little Richard and Fats Domino, it's a lollapalooza of riches, both aural (that music!) and visual (Tashlin's DeLuxe Color Cinemascope lensing brought real snap, crackle and pop to the film's multi-hued, candy-colored production design). Tashlin and Mansfield would reteam a year later for the even better Madison Avenue spoof, "Will Success Spoil Rock Hunter?" Fingers crossed that Criterion will get around to releasing that cult classic some day. The extras are as delightful as the film itself. Scholar Toby Miller does the audio commentary track, and critic David Cairns provides an effusive video essay. There are new interviews with director/Mansfield fanboy John ("Hairspray") Waters and Eve Golden, author of "Jayne Mansfield: The Girl Couldn't Help It;" a conversation between WFMU DJs Dave Abramson and Gaylord about the movie's sublime r&r performances; on-set footage; archival interviews with Mansfield and Little Richard; a Mansfield-focused episode of Karina Longworth's "You Must Remember This" podcast; "The Fame Game," an essay about the film by New Yorker staff writer Rachel Syme; and excerpts from Tashlin's 1952 book, "How to Create Cartooons," with a new introduction by Ethan de Seife, author of "Tashlinesque: The Hollywood Comedies of Frank Tashlin." (A.)
A HARD DAY'S NIGHT--The "Citizen Kane" of rock and roll movies finally receives the Criterion Blu-Ray Treatment, and the timing couldn't be more auspicious. Peter Jackson's monumental "Get Back" recently debuted on Disney+ and documented what was, for all intents and purposes, the end of the Beatles during the recording sessions for "Let it Be" which would be their final album. Richard Lester's 1964 lagniappe catches the Beatles in full bloom at the beginning of their worldwide fame. As hard as it is to believe, less than five years had passed between the March '64 "Hard Day's" shoot and January '69 when "Get Back" takes place. It's a pithy metaphor for the turbulent societal changes that occurred throughout the globe in those few brief years. Lester's masterpiece, one of the most ebullient and flat-out joyful movies ever made, truly captures lightning in a bottle. For me, the biggest takeaway was how great it must have been to be a Beatle at that pivotal moment in their lives/careers. Shot in b&w because United Artists was looking to save a few pennies (they were so uncertain that Beatlemania would last that Lester was rushed into post-production in order to make a July '64 release date), the film--essentially recording a day in the lives of the Fab Four with the lads playing "themselves"--is pure, undiluted pleasure from beginning to end. And the soundtrack ("I Should Have Known Better," "If I Fell," "She Loves You," "Can't Buy Me Love," et al) is an embarrassment of solid gold riches. Befitting Criterion, the extras on the two-disc box set are suitably magnanimous. There's "You Can't Do That," a 1994 making-of doc which includes Beattles outtake performances; "In Their Own Voices," a 1964 featurette including interviews with the Beatles, behind the scenes footage and production photos; 2002 doc "Things They Said Today" with Lester, cinematographer Gil Taylor, (whose eclectic future credits would include everything from Polanski's "Repulsion" to "Star Wars") music producer George Martin and screenwriter Alun Owen; Lester's Oscar-nominated, pre-"Hard Days" short, "The Running Jumping & Standing Still Film;" "Picturewise," an in-depth look at Lester's early work; a 2014 discussion of Lester's filmmaking modus operandi; a 2014 interview with Beatles biographer Mark Lewisohn; excerpts from a 1970 Lester interview; and an essay ("The Whole World is Watching") by critic Howard Hampton. (A PLUS.)
INFINITE STORM--Naomi Watts plays a New Hampshire woman who rescues a stranded, possibly suicidal hiker (Billy Howle) while climbing Mount Washington in the middle of a blizzard. Watts is dependably strong and Howle does a nice job with his enigmatic role, but the movie never generates the type of palpable tension needed to push the material over the top. And while distaff helmer Malgorzata ("Never Gonna Snow Again") Szumowska does a serviceable enough job with the true-life material, the film lacks the astringent wit and visual poetry she brought to her terrific Polish-language feature, "Never Gonna Snow Again," last year. Clocking in at a pacy 92 minutes, it's never boring, though. (C PLUS.)
JACKASS FOREVER--Johnny Knoxville's sadomasochistic MTV franchise returns after an 12-year hiatus with what's being billed as their last hurrah. If so, at least the series is going out with a semi-bang. Apparently not even the ravages of time can keep Knoxville and Co. (including Steve-O, Jason "We Man" Acuna and series MVP Chris Pontius) from continuing to put themselves in harm's way for a cheap laugh. Whether you find the "Jackass" boys--and they'll remain boys forever, even in their impending dotage--amusing or appalling will probably determine whether you'll be buying a ticket, or staying home to catch up on your reading. (C PLUS.)
THE LAST WALTZ--When Martin Scorsese's magisterial concert documentary opened at New York's Ziegfield Theater in the spring of 1978, I went to see it every week during its lengthy run. Not only did I love the movie with every fiber of my body, but I also knew that I'd never be able to duplicate the experience of seeing the film on the Ziegfield's giant screen, or hearing it in their state of the art Dolby surround sound. Accordingly, it was with some trepidation that I approached the Criterion Collection's new Blu-Ray. Even though its digital restoration was personally supervised and approved by Scorsese, it seemed sadly inevitable that the film I worshipped during my halcyon college days would somehow feel "lesser" 40+ years later when viewed at home on a flatscreen TV. I shouldn't have worried. If anything, the images are even crisper and sharper than I remembered, and the preservation of the original 2.0 surround mix insure that it faithfully duplicates the "Ziegfield Sound" I fetishized in my youth. Envisioned by Scorsese as a recording of the Band's farewell performance at San Francisco's Winterland Ballroom on Thanksgiving weekend 1976, "Waltz" gradually evolved through both the pre and post-production stages into something approaching rock-and-roll--and cinematic--nirvana. Unlike most previous concert docs that simply preserved live shows to serve as a kind of visual/aural correlative, Scorsese painstakingly storyboarded the performances in advance. Assisted by seven camera operators, including masters of the cinematographic art like Vilmos Zsigmond and Laszlo Kovacs, he was able to give "Waltz" the epic flow and rich visual texture of an actual "Movie." And the musical performances--from, among others, Van Morrison, Bob Dylan, Joni Mitchell and Neil Young--are expectedly sublime. While history is littered with great rock docs (including Jonathan Demme's "Stop Making Sense," Michael Wadleigh's "Woodstock" and D.A. Pennebaker's "Monterey Pop"), Scorsese's euphoric and elegiac commemoration of one of the seminal moments in rock-and-roll history truly has no equals. Extras include two audio commentaries with Scorsese, members of the Band, the production crew and several concert performers, including Mavis Staples, Dr. John and Ronnie Hawkins; David Fear's new interview with Scorsese; a 2002 making-of-the-film documentary; a 1978 interview with Robbie Robertson and Scorsese; and an appreciative essay by New Yorker staff writer Amanda Petrusich. (A PLUS.)
LICORICE PIZZA--Maybe turning 50 mellowed him, but this is the friendliest, most accessible film to date by the great Paul Thomas Anderson, director of such contemporary cinema benchmarks as "There Will be Blood" and "Boogie Nights." Set against the groovy backdrop of 1973 Hollywood, the film tells the too-good-to-be-true-except-it-mostly-was story of teen actor/budding entrepreneur Gary Valentine (Cooper Hoffman, son of the late Philip Seymour Hoffman in a sensational screen debut) and the "older woman" he crushes on. As Alana Kane, Gary's 25-year-old dream lover, rock star Alana Haim delivers another stand-out thesping debut. Among the colorful cast of characters who cross their paths are hairdresser-to-the-stars Jon Peters (a howlingly funny Bradley Cooper), Sean Penn's boozy "Jack" Holden and a foul-mouthed Lucille Ball doppelgänger (Christine Ebersole). Inspired by the adolescence of future Hollywood producer--and Tom Hanks' Playtone Films partner--Gary Goetzman, it's as funny, sweet-natured and charming as Anderson's previous movies were (mostly) dark and brooding. This is "Art" of the highest caliber, too; it's just a lot sunnier, maybe because Gary Valentine is more pleasant company than Daniel Plainview. (A.)
MARRY ME--Just before her wedding that's being telecast around the globe, pop superstar Kat Valdez (Jennifer Lopez) learns that her fiancee (wildly charismatic Colombian singer-songwriter Maluma) has been two-timing her. Impulsively, she picks divorced high school math teacher Charlie (Owen Wilson) out of the audience and marries him instead. The hard part, understandably, is getting this marriage to work since husband and wife are veritable strangers, and their lives couldn't be any more different. Guessing the outcome of director Kat Cairo's bubbly rom-com doesn't take a rocket scientist: the fun is in getting to the "happily ever after" part. And it is fun. Kat and Charlie are as charming as they're hopelessly mismatched (on the surface anyway), and it's hard not to root for such likable protagonists. Whether Cairo's movie single-handedly revives the romantic comedy genre is debatable. But as a 2022 date flick, it'll do just fine. (B.)
MOONFALL--If Roland Emmerich is truly his generation's Irwin Allen, and "Independence Day" was its era's "Poseidon Adventure," then Emmerich's latest disaster flick can rightly be considered his "Swarm:" a dopey, cheesy-looking dud with more (inappropriate) laughs than thrills. Halle Berry plays a NASA hot shot and former astronaut who recruits another former space jockey (Patrick Wilson) to help stop the moon from hurtling to earth and causing global destruction. As the crackpot/conspiracy nut assisting them, "Games of Thrones" alumnus John Bradley is more annoying than amusing. The only remotely interesting thing about this idiotic movie is how closely it resembles Adam McKay's recent doomsday satire "Don't Look Up." Except this time the humor is wholly unintentional. (D MINUS.)
MR. KLEIN--In Vichy France, antique/art dealer Robert Klein (Alain Delon) makes a financial killing buying and selling artwork previously owned by Jews who are fleeing the country en masse. An opportunist with zero scruples and seemingly no moral compass, Klein's life of Aryan privilege is threatened when he's mistaken for another "Robert Klein," a Jew who's also a member of the French Resistance. The cat and mouse game that ensues as Klein stalks Klein in an attempt to clear his name is curiously removed from traditional movie "suspense." Instead, director Joseph ("The Go Between," "Accident") Losey chooses to play the Hitchcockian premise as an Antonioni-esque exercise in spatial dislocation and spiritual alienation. Interestingly enough, "Z"/"Missing" director Costa-Gavras was originally pegged to helm Franco ("The Battle of Algiers") Solinas' script. Losey, meanwhile, was otherwise engaged on a Marcel Proust adaptation that got stalled in pre-production hell. While I have no doubt that Gavras would have made a fine film directing his "State of Siege" scenarist's screenplay, Losey's more distanced, elliptical approach brings unexpected depth and layers of meaning to the cloak-and-dagger intrigue. Reuniting with Delon four years after 1972's "The Assassination of Trotsky" (another great Losey film crying out for a Blu-Ray release), Losey won the Best Director Cesar award--France's equivalent to the Oscars---and the film itself captured the Best Picture prize. Extras on the new Criterion Collection Blu-Ray include 1976 interviews with Losey and Delon; "Story of a Day," a 1986 documentary about the real-life rounding up and deportation of French Jews that figures prominently in the movie's climax; interviews with critic Michel Ciment and Henri Lanoe, one of the film's three editors; and an essay by British professor/critic Ginette Vincendeau that helps contextualize "Mr. Klein" within both Losey and Delon's oeuvres. (A.)
THE OUTFIT--Academy Award-winning screenwriter Graham ("The Imitation Game") Moore makes his directing debut with this crackling mob thriller that has as many twists and reversals as the third act of "Reservoir Dogs." Although it feels a bit like a stage play--the entire film takes place in a single location (a Chicago tailor shop in 1956) and was shot on a London soundstage--Moore, virtuoso cinematographer Dick ("Mr. Turner") Pope and a first- rate cast insure that it never feels remotely static or stagey. Mark ("Bridge of Spies") Rylance plays transplanted Saville Road "cutter" Leonard whose Windy City emporium is used by local gangsters as their preferred drop spot. Things come to a head when the Boyle crime family discovers that someone has been secretly working with the FBI to bug the shop. Could Leonard be the rat, or is it someone else? Perhaps it's Mable (Zoey Deutch), Leonard's comely receptionist and surrogate daughter. Or maybe the turncoat is two-timing Boyle enforcer Francis (Johnny Flynn). If you're a Tarantino fan or just dig classic film noir, this should be right up your (very dark) alley. Listen carefully to Rylance and tell me that he isn't vocally channelling the late, great Boris Karloff. He's a hoot. (B PLUS.)
SCREAM--The latest attempt to resuscitate a long dormant franchise that expired when Bill Clinton was president mostly hits it out of the park thanks to the inspired choice of "Ready or Not" helmers Matt Bettinelli-Orpin and Tyler Gillett to direct. Set 25 years after the original "Ghostface Killer" slayings--it's actually been 26 years since the original "Scream" premiered, but who's counting?--the film reassembles the core players (including Neve Campbell's Sidney Prescott, Courtney Cox's Gale Riley and David Arquette's Deputy Dewey) while intjecting some fresh blood (Jack Quaid and Dylan Minnette among others) into the mix. The meta humor doesn't seem nearly as novel or groundbreaking as it did in 1996, but Bettinelli-Orpin and Gillett actually manage to make it way more fun than any third (or is it fourth?) generation "re-quel" has any right to be. (B.)
SPIDER-MAN: NO WAY HOME--Face it, Marvel-ites. There hasn't been a truly great "Spider-Man" movie since 2004's "Spider-Man 2," and the latest--and longest at two-and-a-half-hours--Spidey outing is no exception. But surprisingly, and I never thought I'd be saying this, it's actually pretty darn good. The third in director Jon Watts and star Tom Holland's unofficial "home" trilogy (2017's Homecoming" and 2019's "Far from Home" precede it), "No Way Home" picks up where the previous film left off when Spider-Man's identity was revealed Desperate to reclaim his previous anonymity, Spider-Man seeks out fellow Avenger Dr. Steven Strange (Benedict Cumberbatch) for supernatural assistance. But the reverberations--in which previous Spider-Man arch-enemies like Doc Ock (Alfred Molina), Electra (Jamie Foxx) and the Green Goblin (Willem Dafoe) are unleashed from the bowels of hell--prove catastrophic. It's always nice to reconnect with series favorites like Zendaya, Marisa Tomei and J.K. Simmons, and there are some surprise cameos sure to tickle Marvel fans. If this is truly the end of the line for Holland's web-slinger, I'm happy to report that his stint in the franchise is going out with a bang. (B PLUS.)
STUDIO 666--The Foo Fighters move into a California mansion with a gruesome past to record their 10th album. Before they can even plug in their instruments, a demonic presence begins threatening their lives (not to mention the completion of their latest lp). This silly FF vanity production is pretty much what you'd expect when its director's best-known prior credit is the 2013 slasher flick, "Hatcher 3." Strictly for Dave Grohl fans. (D PLUS.)
TURNING RED--The latest Pixar 'toon to bypass theaters and go straight to Disney+ is another aggressively multi-cultural paean to girl power. 13-year-old Mei Lee (Rosalie Chiang) is a stressed-out, over-achieving Toronto seventh grader with a Tiger Mom (Sandra Oh) and a gaggle of tomboyish pals. Life gets even more, well, complicated after Mei hits puberty and begins transforming into a giant red panda whenever she gets too excited. (Turns out this type of shape-shifting has been happening to the women in her family for generations.) First-time feature director Domee Shi--best known for the lovely Oscar-winning 2018 Pixar short, "Bao"--has made a colorful and occasionally very funny allegory for menstruation (yes, menstruation). I just wish that Shi didn't try so hard to check every politically correct box just to prove her progressive bona fides. (B.)
WRITTEN ON THE WIND--Douglas ("Magnificent Obsession," "All That Heaven Allows") Sirk's spectacularly florid, gloriously unhinged 1956 melodrama kind of set the template for primetime soaps ("Dallas," "Dynasty," et al) that would dominate the airwaves in the 1980's. The Texas oil family that takes center stage in Sirk's masterpiece isn't named Ewing, but their financial chicanery, adultery, alcoholism and various other bad behavior will be immediately recognizable to fans of J.R.'s debauched clan. As Lucy, the working-class secretary who makes the mistake of marrying into the Hadley family when she ties the knot with head case scion Kyle (Robert Stack), Lauren Bacall serves as the film's de facto moral fulcrum. It's one of her finest screen permutationsWhile the newly issued Criterion Collection Blu-Ray looks tremendous thanks to its digital restoration, the extras are somewhat less bountiful than the CC norm. Included are a wonderful 2008 documentary, "Acting for Douglas Sirk," which includes archival interviews with Hudson, Stack, Malone, producer Albert Zugsmith and Sirk himself; an interview with scholar Patricia White about the movie; and an essay by New York-based critic Blair McClendomn contextualizing the film within Sirk's oeuvre and its roots in Greek tragedy. (A.)
---Milan Paurich