HAUNTED HEART (2024)

September 26, 2024

Greetings again from the darkness. With any discussion or article about relationships these days, there is inevitably a mention of ‘red flags’ … warning signs in a potential partner that shouldn’t be ignored. Thanks to writer-director Fernando Trueba (BELLE EPOQUE 1992, CHICO & RITA 2009) and co-writer Rylend Grant, there is now a movie that offers clear examples of red flags for those who can’t manage to spot them without assistance.

Alex (Aida Folch) is a lovely young woman who can’t swim or speak Greek. So of course, she applies for a job at a restaurant on a Greek island. It’s a boutique joint, just opening, owned by Max (Matt Dillon). Alex is drawn to the mysterious Max. While she’s a carefree open book, he’s a tight-lipped private person. A local charmer and part of the staff, Chico (Juan Pablo Urrego) tells Alex, “Nobody knows Max.” Unfortunately, this doesn’t deter Alex and she continues to pursue her man.

One thing respected filmmaker Trueba gets right is the look of the film. Set in 2001, the Greek isle locale is breathtaking and the cinematography by Sergio Ivan Castano takes full advantage of the seaside setting, as well as the cute café and the cast of faces the cameras adore. Aida Folch has an initial likability that reminds me a bit of Valerie Kaprisky from BREATHLESS (1983), and Matt Dillon has been a big screen fixture for more than forty years. It’s really the material that lets us down here. The romance is never quite as romantic as we’d hope, and the suspenseful aspects never generate the tension that we’d prefer. Mostly we just keep asking, “What is Alex doing? Why doesn’t she bolt?” The aforementioned red flags are so obvious that the big reveal barely warrants a nod, and the finale is forced to go a bit over-the-top due to the unlikely actions of Alex. In spite of all that, the Greek isles are enticing.

In theaters and On Demand beginning September 27, 2024

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AMERICAN DREAMER (2024)

March 7, 2024

Greetings again from the darkness. Owning a home remains the American Dream, and being unrealistic about the topic makes one an American Dreamer. The first few scenes of the film make it obvious that American Dreamer is not just the title of Dr. Phil Loder’s in-progress novel, but also a term that describes him. This is Paul Dektor’s directorial debut, and the script is co-written by Theodore Melfi (HIDDEN FIGURES 2016, ST VINCENT 2014) and Christopher Wehner. It’s loosely based on a true story.

Phil (Peter Dinklage) is an adjunct college professor who dreams of purchasing one of the multi-million-dollar mansions in the market. Inexplicably, he often crashes the open houses on these properties, or has his friend Dell schedule a viewing appointment. It’s inexplicable because Phil earns less than $50k per year.  Dell (1980’s heartthrob Matt Dillon) is a smug high-producing realtor, and we never quite understand the bond between he and Phil. They are like oil(y) and vinegar, and Dell cuts to the quick when he tells Phil, “You’re a dreamer, not a doer.” (Just in case every single viewer hasn’t quickly figured that out)

We’ve all heard the adage: if it’s too good to be true, it probably is. Well, Phil proceeds to learn this lesson over and over … whether it’s through a real estate deal or the attraction of a beautiful woman. When Phil stumbles on an ad (in the classifieds section, no less), he has Dell check it out. The “deal” is for $240k, Phil can buy one of the spectacular mansions he’s been dreaming of. The catch? He must accept a “live-in” – the current owner, an elderly woman who Dell describes as “actively dying”. Phil is confined to a small, run-down apartment on the property “til she croaks”.

Of course, like Doc Holiday in TOMBSTONE, the elderly woman wasn’t quite as sick as she made out. Astrid Fanelli (Oscar winner Shirley MacLaine) intends to hold Phil to the agreement which includes his paying upkeep, repairs, and property taxes. This is just one of the pieces that is never explained and makes zero sense. It’s clear, these two will go one of two ways – either fight like proverbial cats and dogs, or become close friends.

Phil teaches a class in cultural economics, and the first question he asks his class is, “What do we need to be happy?”. Similar to the novel he’s writing, there is a “we see right through you” element to the autobiographical account of Phil’s own thoughts and dreams (including a fantasy relationship with twin beauties). Bottom line, Phil is not a likable guy, especially after liquidating his retirement fund and selling his personal belongings to get this “deal” (Phil is later seen packing up a U-Haul, though we never see him buy anything after liquidation of his assets).

Supporting work is by Danny Pudi (“Community”) as Phil’s supervisor, Michelle Mylett (“Letterkenney”) as Phil’s amorous student, Kimberly Quinn (HIDDEN FIGURES, 2016) as Astrid’s lawyer “daughter” and yet another with amorous intentions (though conflicted) towards Phil, and Danny Glover (at 78, not getting too old for this “stuff”) as a Private Investigator. The film belongs to Mr. Dinklage and Ms. MacLaine, and they do all they can with the material, expertly generating some terrific scenes … scenes that too often get crushed by the weight of other scenes and subplots that make little sense. Beyond that, though no one should be pleased with how the characters of Maggie and Claire are written, the film is certainly watchable, even with a weak ending.

In select theaters and OnDemand beginning March 8, 2024

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CAPONE (2020)

May 11, 2020

 Greetings again from the darkness. I was really hoping for a Josh Trank resurgence. When his FANTASTIC FOUR became one of the worst reviewed movies of 2015, he lost out on a chance to direct a Star Wars film. Given creative control as writer-director-editor, CAPONE was supposed to be his chance bounce back and re-capture the intrigue and promise of his first film, CHRONICLE (2011). And he even chose the fascinating notorious gangster Al Capone as the subject for his comeback. What could go wrong? Well … most everything.

Tom Hardy usually adds enough interest to make any of his projects entertaining to watch, and sometimes he’s downright brilliant. Going back to BRONSON (2008), and on through TINKER TAILOR SOLDIER SPY (2011), WARRIOR (2011), THE DARK KNIGHT RISES (2012), MAD MAX: FURY ROAD (2015), THE REVENANT (2015), and TV’s “Peaky Blinders”, Mr. Hardy has quite a resume of memorable characters – and the above list barely covers half. This time out he plays Al Capone … “Fonse” … don’t dare call him Al “in this house.” He has recently been released from Alcatraz where he was serving his sentence for tax evasion. Confined to his Florida mansion, Capone is only 47 years old, but looks twenty years older thanks to the effects of neurosyphillis-induced dementia. His mind is never clear and his visions take him back to his violent criminal past, or snapshots of his youth (with an ever-present gold balloon).

We can’t really tell if filmmaker Trank meant this as a parody or not. Capone is seen as a mumbling near-zombie, almost always wearing a bathrobe. His eyes are bloodshot, and the once menacing gangster is now a paranoid, saggy diaper-wearing shell who noisily chomps on a cigar (or carrot), fires off his gold-plated Tommy Gun, and has constant issues with vomit-bladder-bowels. Typically a parody offers either slapstick or black comedy, but I only recall a single chuckle … one that occurs when Capone pulls out a shotgun while on a fishing boat with his old mob buddy Johnny (Matt Dillon). Other than that, it’s mostly a bleak look at dementia and the lost power of a man who follows his visions into closets and basements, and jumps up during a movie to sing-a-long with the Cowardly Lion’s “If I Were the King of the Forest.”

The supporting players are given little to work with. The great Linda Cardellini plays Mae, Capone’s supportive wife, while Kyle MacLachlan is his crooked doctor, Noel Fisher is Al junior, Al Sapienza is Capone’s brother Ralphie, and Kathrine Narducci is Ralphie’s wife. There is a secondary plot point involving government surveillance as they attempt to discover the whereabouts of the $10 million Capone supposedly stashed years ago. Of course, Capone doesn’t remember, and when and FBI agent (Jack Lowden, with director Trank in a cameo) interrogates him, he’s unsure whether Capone is acting or actually that far gone. There is also a bit about phone calls from “Tony”, possibly a long-lost Capone son borne from an affair.

The film covers Capone’s final year, and mostly it comes across as a sad and depressing view of dementia. The most obvious statement on Capone’s loss of power, comes in the form of a metaphor, as his beloved “Lady Atlas” garden statue is removed to be sold off. There is also a recurring moment where Capone tunes the radio to a broadcast of the Saint Valentines’ Day Massacre, and family time at Thanksgiving is nothing short of painful to watch. Cinematographer Peter Deming (MULHOLLAND DRIVE, 2001) gives us a well shot film, but despite a couple of David Lynch-type moments, the film mostly lacks entertainment value. I can’t figure out who might want to watch this. Trank seemed to go the deeply artistic route on a subject that’s tough to watch. Maybe he’ll get yet another shot.

Available on VOD beginning May 12, 2020

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THE ART OF THE STEAL (2013)

March 16, 2014

art of the steal Greetings again from the darkness. Heist movies are a staple film genre that we can depend on to deliver plot twists, back-stabbing and misdirection. The best ones can make us chuckle along the way as we try to keep up, knowing full well we are a step behind.

The movie begins with a bit too much voice over from Kurt Russell’s character Crunch Calhoun. We learn that Crunch is a wheel man for a group of art thieves, and he was double-crossed by his brother Nicky (Matt Dillon). After serving his sentence in a Polish prison, Crunch becomes a stunt performer on motorcycles who makes a few extra bucks creating spectacular crashes for the spectators.

As you would expect, Crunch is soon enough drawn back into the world of stealing art … for the proverbial one last job. As the old gang assembles, it’s clear Crunch still doesn’t trust brother Nicky. But his need for money compels him to participate.  The rest of the gang consists of Kenny Welsh as Paddy, Chris Diamantopoulas as Guy, Katheryn Winnick (Crunch’s girlfriend), and Jay Baruchel as Frenchie (Crunch’s apprentice).

Writer/director Jonathan Sobol has solid instincts but would have definitely benefited from a script doctor, and more importantly, someone to stand up and rescue the mega-mismatch of Jason Jones (a bumbling Interpol Agent) and Terence Stamp (a parolee assisting with the investigation). Stamp is sadly underutilized here, though the film’s best scene has he and Russell facing off in an airport. Too bad the film couldn’t find a way to match these two up a couple more times.

The stylish direction would have been more effective if the stabs at snappy dialogue had been just a tad bit funnier and crisper. Baruchel helps with this some, and Russell still knows how to deliver a line, but this is not in the same class as Lock, Stock and Two Smoking Barrels or The Usual Suspects. Heck, it’s not even Ocean’s Eleven. Still, despite all the things it’s not … it does provide some decent entertainment during the winter doldrums of movie releases.

It also gets bonus points for a creative use of Roy Orbison’s “In Dreams”, and for having a Canadian filmmaker’s use of the line “Canada.  America-lite“.

**NOTE: I’ve long been a fan of Kurt Russell and have often written of my disappointment in his movie choices. He has the looks, charm, screen presence and talent to have been a much bigger star had he only chosen his roles more carefully.  I’m convinced losing the Bull Durham role to Kevin Costner soured him on acting to the point that he has since refused to take acting too seriously again.  Crunch does not make up for missing out on Crash.

SEE THIS MOVIE IF: you enjoy most any heist film and appreciate the old school greatness of Kurt Russell and Terence Stamp.

SKIP THIS MOVIE IF: your expectations are at the level of Guy Ritchie or The Usual Suspects.

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