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1ST SUNDAY CLASSICS IS A LAD MOVIE - LOST AND DELIRIOUS (2001) - FULL MOVIE + FILM REVIEW

Lost and Delirious (2001)



A newcomer to a posh girls boarding school discovers that her two senior roommates are lovers.

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Lost and Delirious is the story of three adolescent girls' first love, their discovery of sexual passion, and their search for identities. Set in a posh, private boarding school surrounded by luxuriant, green forest, Lost and Delirious moves swiftly from academic routine, homesickness, and girlish silliness to the darker region of lover's intrigue.  


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20 September 2001 (Israel)  »

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Opening Weekend USA:

$41,215, 8 July 2001, Limited Release

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$302,365, 2 September 2001

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"Lost and Delirious" is a hymn to teenage idealism and hormones. It has been reviewed as a movie about steamy lesbian sex in a girls' boarding school, which is like reviewing Secretariat on the basis of what he does in the stable. The truest words in the movie are spoken by Paulie, the school rebel, when she says she is not a lesbian because her love rises above mere categories and exists as a transcendent ideal.

Indulge me while I tell you that as a teenager I was consumed by the novels of Thomas Wolfe. His autobiographical heroes were filled with a passion to devour life, to experience everything, to make love to every woman, read every book in the library. At night he could not sleep, but wandered the campus, "uttering wild goat cries to the moon." I read every word Wolfe ever published. Today I find him unreadable--yes, even Look Homeward, Angel and You Can't Go Home Again . I have outlived that moment when all life seemed spread before me, all possibilities open to me, all achievements within my reach. Outlived it, but not forgotten it. "Lost and Delirious" stirred within me memories of that season in adolescence when the heart leaps up in passionate idealism--and inevitably mingles it with sexual desire.

Yes, there is nudity in "Lost and Delirious," and some intimate moments in the dorm room when the movie recalls the freedoms of the 1970s, before soft-core sex had been replaced by hard-core violence. The movie would be dishonest if it didn't provide us with visuals to match the libidos of its two young lovers--the heedless rebel girl Paulie (Piper Perabo) and the cautious rich kid Victoria (Jessica Pare), who is excited by her schoolgirl affair, but not brave enough to risk discovery; after all, her parents may not take her to Europe if they find out.

Paulie and Victoria represent two types familiar from everyone's high school--the type who acts out, and the type who wants to get all the right entries under her photo in the yearbook. At reunions years from now, Paulie will be the one they tell the stories about. Piper Perabo plays her with wonderful abandon and conviction, and Jessica Pare's Tory is sweet in her timidity. Perabo has scenes that would merely seem silly if she weren't able to invest them with such sincerity. The scene where she stalks into the library in her fencing gear, for example, and leaps onto a table to declare her love for Victoria. The scene where she challenges Victoria's new boyfriend to a duel. The scenes where she identifies with the wounded eagle she tends in the forest. The way she quotes great love poetry, promising, I will make me a willow cabin at thy gate. Their school is a vast, beautiful brick pile (actually Bishop's University in Lennoxville, Quebec). It seems to have only two faculty members: The headmistress and English teacher Faye Vaughn (Jackie Burroughs), who teaches Shakespeare's "Antony and Cleopatra" as if she sees herself as Cleopatra--or Antony. And the math teacher, Eleanor Bannet (Mimi Kuzyk). Paulie spots Bannet as a woman not quite brave enough to follow "to thine own self be true," and insolently calls her "Eleanor" in a classroom. Faye Vaughn, on the other hand, feeds into Paulie's hungers by being as romantic as she is--although Paulie doesn't always see that. Also on the staff is Joe Menzies (Graham Greene), a wise old gardener who acts as a Greek chorus, uttering wry epigrams.

The story is told through the eyes of a new girl named Mouse (Mischa Barton), who is a little slow to catch on that her roommates are sapphic (the first time she sees them kissing, "I thought they were just practicing for boys"). In the immortal words of every high school movie--for Mouse, after this year, things will never be the same again. Of course, after every year, nothing is ever the same again for anyone, but when you're 16, it seems to be all about you.

When I saw "Lost and Delirious" at Sundance, I wrote that it was one of the best crafted, most professional films at the festival. The director, Lea Pool, creates a lush, thoughtfully framed and composed film; her classical visual style lends gravitas to this romantic story. It seems important partly because the movie makes it look important, regarding it with respect instead of cutting it up into little emotional punchlines.

There is a temptation, I suppose, to try to stand above this material, to condescend to its eagerness and uncompromising idealism. To do that is to cave in to the cynicism that infects most modern films. This is a movie for those who sometimes, in the stillness of the sleepless night, are so filled with hope and longing that they feel like--well, like uttering wild goat cries to the moon. You know who you are. And if you know someone who says, "Let's go to `Scary Movie 2' instead," that person is not worthy to be your friend.



Footnote: The movie is being released "unrated," which means it is too poetic, idealistic and healthfully erotic to fit into the sick categories of the flywheels at the MPAA. Mature teens are likely to find it inspirational and moving.

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INTENSE LAD MOVIE - ALLURE (2018) - FILM REVIEW (IN CINEMAS ARPIL 6, 2018)

Allure (2017)



A house cleaner meets a teenaged girl and convinces her to run away and live with her in secret.

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Plagued by the abuse of her past and the turmoil of failed intimate encounters, Laura struggles to find a lover and a sense of normalcy. Her beacon of hope comes in sixteen year-old Eva, a talented pianist disillusioned by the life her mother imposes upon her. An unlikely relationship is formed between the two and Eva becomes an obsession to Laura. In light of Eva's unhappiness, Laura convinces her to runaway to her house and they soon find themselves caught within an intense entanglement. Manipulation, denial and codependency fuel what ultimately becomes a fractured dynamic that can only sustain itself for so long.  


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The encounter clearly has left her hunger unabated. In the morning, she goes to a new client’s house. Going about her chores, she encounters Eva (Julia Sarah Stone), a waifish 16-year-old who cheerlessly practices classical music on a piano. There is a “For Sale” on the front lawn and it turns out Eva’s distant and demanding mother (Maxim Roy) plans on them moving in with her latest boyfriend—a decision that dismays her daughter. After checking her lipstick in the bathroom mirror she has just wiped down, Laura ambles into Eva’s room, smiles and compliments her on a Nirvana poster on her wall. The teen lights up from the attention, and soon she and the 30-ish hired hand are knocking back screwdrivers in Laura’s nondescript living room. Eva sleeps over on a basement couch and soon matters grow a great deal more complicated from there as the plot meanders into “Misery”-like kidnapping territory. 

Wood, whose whippet-thin appearance in this dank noir-ish drama semi-draped in mystery could be described as Kristen Stewart lite, fully dedicates herself to embodying a rather unpleasant and contradictory character as she attracts her prey and then goes about abusing them physically and emotionally. After meeting her father (the terrific character actor Denis O’Hare), whose gaunt features suggest he’s haunted by the past, we learn that he is also Laura’s employer and basically supports her. Does that suggest he is guilty about something? Signs point to yes. 

Their strained current relationship—they rather pathetically go to happy hour after work with other employees and never crack a smile—suggests that daddy dearest might be at the root of her sociopathic and destructive nature. Despite Wood’s best efforts, I couldn’t manage much sympathy for her manic-depressive Laura, even after the reason for her less-than-savory approach to sex is eventually explained. As for Stone, her good-at-heart Eva’s motives for sticking around, even after it is clear her succubus-like captor has issues up the wazoo, are never wholly believable. At one point, she almost makes a getaway on a public bus and it was all I could do to not yell “Go already!” 
The utterly humorless script of “Allure” often makes for uneasy viewing. Not even breaks for go-kart racing and karaoke (Stone’s wan take on Madonna’s “Material Girl” doesn’t even lead to a chuckle) provide relief. But at least Carlos and Jason Sanchez, Montreal-based sibling photographers whose well-regarded work emulates movie stills, know their way around visual atmospherics with glowing red lights and shadowy environs while keeping sunlight to a minimum. One of their best decisions while shooting in their hometown was to start with the damp chill of autumn and end with a full-on blizzard. Also, the darkness of the season often makes Laura’s rectangular box of an abode feel almost tomb-like—a nice touch.

If “Allure” were indeed more alluring, I probably wouldn’t have flinched so much at Laura and Eva’s awkward bedroom encounters. But it takes a better movie than this to justify exploiting the sight of the child-like Stone being pawed by the ravenous Wood, even if her character treats her more like a pet than a person. One thing the Sanchez brothers do get right? They know how to start with a bang and end on one. Here’s hoping they learn how to better flesh out the narrative in between.    




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BAD GIRL TO SEE IN - JOSIE (2018) - FILM REVIEW

Josie (2017)




Hank, a solitary man living a dull existence in the sleepy, Southern town raises eyebrows when he develops a questionable relationship with Josie, a recently transplanted high school student.

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“There’s all sorts of stories. Happy ones. Sad ones. Pathetic ones. Mine.” The speaker as this movie opens is Hank, played by Dylan McDermott, and he’s not a happy camper to say the least. Unshaven, unconvincing in a cowboy hat, t-shirt very gray but clearly not store-bought in that color. He lives in a housing development where he’s fenced in his own garden space with camo fabric. Therein he spends time with his pals, a couple of turtles for whom he’s concocted a miniature desert landscape. Every now and then he’s visited by a vision of an angry guy in an orange jumpsuit. His human neighbors aren’t quite sure what to make of him.

Hank works as a parking monitor at a local high school, and the punk kids, including the wide-eyed freak Gator (Daeg Faerch) and the relatively more clean-cut Marcus (Jack Kilmer) give him holy hell, referring to him as “Spank” and pulling gross-out pranks on him. 

Into this already hot mess struts the title character, a gorgeous high-school transplant with translucent blue eyes, an array of cryptic tattoos on her arms, and a winning manner. For some reason she’s got her own apartment in Hank’s development, and on the afternoon that she arrives, she gets the older man to help her out with the boxes. 

In the twinkling of those translucent blue eyes, Josie is lounging by the development’s swimming pool, decked out in a bathing suit that was last seen as a costume in Madonna’s “Sex” coffee table book. Hank peers out through the camo and feels stirrings. Director Eric England goes full male gaze on actor Sophie Turner in this role. 
Josie plumbs the depths of Hank’s guilt-ridden past, while tempting Marcus and Gator for purposes that are first mystifying. She’s smart and seems wise beyond her years. Hank’s neighbors, one of whom had nicknamed him “Hanky Panky” even before Josie had shown up on the scene, are increasingly concerned. There’s a decent confrontation scene between McDermott and Robin Bartlett (who played Mrs. Gorfein in "Inside Llewyn Davis") in which the latter warns him off of the young blood. 

So, what’s Josie’s gambit? I figured it out 43 minutes into its 85-minute running time. England, along with screenwriter Anthony Ragnone II, may believe that they’ve explored an interesting moral conundrum in concocting this character, but what they’ve actually done is indulged one of the most corrupt (and hoary) male fantasies about women to come down the narrative pike ever. They do it with a fair amount of professional aplomb, and the cast contribute committed efforts. Nevertheless, as the movie did its slow fizzle, I couldn’t help but wonder when the #MeToo movement was going to make its way into actual movie content. Because the misogyny inherent in “Josie” isn’t just objectionable, it’s boring.


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20 MINUTES - ALL TRAILERS OF WEEK 11, 2018


Here are the new trailer which came out in week 11, 2018.

( 00:00 ) Avengers Infinity War 
( 02:25 ) Adrift 
( 04:56 ) Fantastic Beasts 2: The Crimes of Grindelwald 
( 06:52 ) Life Itself 
( 08:00 ) The Escape 
( 09:32 ) Sorry to Bother You 
( 12:02 ) Furlough 
( 14:08 ) 6 Ballons 
( 15:30 ) Paradox 
( 16:48 ) Ready Player One 
( 19:17 ) 4/20 Massacre 
( 20:40 ) André the Giant


NETFLIX PRES. - 6 BALLONS (2018) - FILM REVIEW (IN CINEMAS APRIL 6, 2018)

6 Balloons (2018)



A woman (Jacobson) learns her brother (Franco) has relapsed on heroin.

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It is incredibly difficult to love an addict. Not only does their addiction continuously define the dynamic of your relationship, but they are like a drowning man, able to take you down with them as they flail their arms and fight for air. Rarely has a film captured this better than Marja-Lewis Ryan’s “6 Balloons,” premiering next month on Netflix after its world premiere at SXSW. It features a pair of young actors who are mostly known for comedy in a heartfelt, scary drama about what addiction does to the people around the addict. We’ve seen countless stories of junkies trying to get clean, but how does someone sever the tie to someone who just keeps pulling them under again and again?

We meet Katie (Abbi Jacobson of “Broad City”) as she prepares for a surprise birthday party for her boyfriend. She goes to buy balloons with her mother (Jane Kaczmarek) and her father (Tim Matheson) and friends show up early to set things up. But her brother Seth (Dave Franco) and Seth’s 4-year-old daughter appear to be missing. Seth isn’t answering his phone, and a look crosses Katie’s face that tells us she knows what that means. When she gets to his apartment to bring him and Ella to the party, she sees that he hasn’t been opening his mail. As she says, “that happened last time.” Seth is a heroin addict. Seth has relapsed.
He agrees to go to detox. Katie will drive him to the clinic and he’ll get clean … again. Katie can go pick up the cake she told her friends and family she was getting, and bring her niece to the party too. Of course, this doesn’t go as planned. The first clinic won’t take his health insurance, and a 10-day detox costs $5,000. And then Seth’s body/addiction starts revolting against him. Franco lost 20 pounds for the role, and he looks like he’s studied what withdrawal does to a body. “6 Balloons” is downright frightening at times, enhanced by a 4-year-old girl being in a car seat and witness to all of this, although I was concerned Ryan would use that child character manipulatively and she never does. Ella’s presence enhances the tension of “6 Balloons” but also reminds us how addiction often doesn’t happen in a vacuum—it happens near children and siblings, and they are forced to watch the downfall. 

As the party that Katie planned goes on without her, Ryan plays self-help audio over the arc of Katie and Seth, almost like chapter breaks. The self-help audio uses the analogy of a sinking boat, and it feels manipulative and on-the-nose at first, but really works in the final act of her film. The closing scenes of “6 Balloons” had my heart in my throat and tears in my eyes in ways that I wasn’t expecting. It’s incredibly powerful stuff. 

That’s because of Ryan’s confidence as a writer/director, but also because of how much Jacobson and Franco bring to these roles. Franco has proven himself to be a talented comic actor and scene-stealer in supporting roles, but this is his first truly memorable dramatic turn and he nails it. There’s also a remarkable trust between Ryan and Jacobson in that while the self-help audio may be a little blunt, most of what Katie’s experiencing emotionally is internalized. She doesn't get many big monologues and doesn't have as much dialogue as a lesser writer would have given her to explain her emotional turmoil. It’s in her eyes. It’s in her body language as she’s clearly uncertain how to help Seth and stop hurting herself in the process. It’s a great performance. 

I do wish slightly that “6 Balloons” felt weightier in terms of narrative—it runs only 74 minutes—and, as silly as it may sound, I could have spent more real time in the car with Seth and Katie, just watching these two actors do what they here. They’re so fully-realized that I wanted a bit more to their story, but I also admire Ryan’s no-nonsense approach to a tight narrative. Katie is planning a surprise party in “6 Balloons” and this is one of the most unexpected, moving surprises of the year so far.



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THAT'S NOT MY DOG - FILM REVIEW (SHOWING MARCH 15 - MARCH 18, 2018)

That's Not My Dog! (2018)



THAT'S NOT MY DOG is a joyous comedy that celebrates our love of joke telling. The film centers around the lovable Shane Jacobson (playing himself) who is throwing a party. Invited are the ... See full summary »

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THAT'S NOT MY DOG is a joyous comedy that celebrates our love of joke telling. The film centers around the lovable Shane Jacobson (playing himself) who is throwing a party. Invited are the funniest people Shane knows comprising of Australia's biggest stars along with several Australian music legends playing their biggest hits live, right throughout the party. The invite that goes out is clear. Don't bring meat. We'll provide the beer. Just come armed with nothing but the funniest jokes you've ever heard. Shane will take care of the rest. It'll be a night of great friends telling the world's funniest jokes over a beer and BBQ. 

A bunch of people coming around for dinner and cracking jokes over a few beers and wines ... is that a compelling idea for a feature film? The director Dean Murphy and his ubiquitous star/producer, Shane Jacobson – who is increasingly giving the impression of being a person happy not just to attend the opening of an envelope but to star in a feature film about such an event – believe the answer is a firm yes.
The twist is that the guests of the true-blue soirée held in That’s Not My Dog! are well-known Australian comedians, instructed to bring with them their three funniest jokes of all time. The guest list is impressive – including Jacobson, Paul Hogan, Jimeoin, Paul Fenech, Michala Banas, Steve Vizard, Fiona O’Loughlin, Tim Ferguson, Lehmo, Ed Kavalee, Rob Carlton, Christie Whelan Browne, Hung Le and Lulu McClatchy.
The resulting film is almost entirely comprised of the rendition of their jokes, unaccompanied by visualisations or aesthetic embellishments. By “almost entirely” I do not mean lots of jokes are interspersed throughout the inevitable dialogue, character motivation and plot. I mean there is, with the exception of two very short scenes – maybe three minutes of running time – no dialogue, character motivation and plot. Nothing but jokes. Jokes, jokes and jokes.
This premise is pretty bloody ’strayan, and pretty bloody lazy; literally a matter of getting people to tell jokes and filming them. Every cast member deserves to be credited as a co-director, and perhaps as a writer (assuming the material is original – and this is a big assumption given the campfire-yarn nature of much of it). It is unlikely anybody will be crying out for acknowledgement, however, given the final result, which is clearly ill-fitted to the cinematic medium. A web series, perhaps, would have been a better format.

That’s Not My Dog!’s marketing materials inform us that “The greatest jokes ever told ... get told.” Rest assured these are not the greatest jokes ever told. Unless “greatest” includes puns such as “you have to hand it to blind prostitutes” and “why can’t Stevie Wonder see his friends? Because he’s married.” There are longer, rantier ones, including one I quite liked but which sounds lame as soon as you write it down – an anecdote about a murderous boy who lives in a world populated by inflatable people, and “lets everybody down”.
There are precisely 86 jokes in total. Jacobson, mistaking quantity for quality, boasted of this number during his introduction at a recent screening, explaining that smartphones are killing the ancient craft of joke-telling, and this film constitutes an attempt to save it. The actor has now completed a hat trick of duds, following the dunderheaded cooking comedy The BBQ and hammy schlock fest Guardians of the Tomb. His next film, Brother’s Nest, which premieres in Australia in April, will mark four new Jacobson movies in three months.
Something resembling an actual, scripted scene (the horror!) is squeezed into That’s Not My Dog! about three quarters of the way through. It is a tender moment between Jacobson and his real-life father, Ronald, who is the very definition of a natural screen presence – perfect (as he was in Kenny) as the lovable, cranky coot.

Apropos of nothing, Ronald asks Shane: “What’s the guts of this party? What’s it really all about?” Shane explains the whole shindig was for him, to say thanks for raising the family with a great appreciation of comedy. It is a sweet moment but boy is it cloying, pushing its lovey-doveyness into the viewer’s face like a custard pie. It also feels like emotional blackmail. This film was made for good ol’ dad, the message reads. What sort of monster can’t appreciate a film for good ol’ dad?
The director also intermittently cuts to extreme close-ups of brands including Tyrrells chips and Dick Smith sauces, in moments that feel not so much like blatant product placement as short commercial breaks.
Shooting the film on a cold and dark night (an unusual choice: why not a bright summer’s day?) Murphy slathers almost every scene with live music from The Black Sorrows, Russell Morris, Adam Brand, Dan Kelly and The Meltdown. I think I saw a shot of the same keyboardist recycled a dozen times. The use of music is so extensive there is a compelling case to be made that That’s Not My Dog! is a concert documentary first and – what do we even call this? – a joke compilation second.
If you like the music, the volume is constantly reduced to allow us to hear the supposed “greatest jokes ever told”. If you’re there for the jokes, you’ll discover the film constantly reverting back to the music. It is a cruel, vicious, dyspeptic cycle. Towards the end one naturally contemplates their own mortality, longing for the moment when the screen dissolves into dust and a voice beckons to walk towards the light – the green one that says “EXIT”. 


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HISTORY LESSONS IN A DIFFERENT STLYE - THE DEATH OF STALIN (2018) - FILM REVIEW

The Death of Stalin (2017)

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Follows the Soviet dictator's last days and depicts the chaos of the regime after his death.

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$184,805, 11 March 2018, Limited Release

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The writer/director Armando Iannucci has never let good taste get in the way of a good and bitter laugh. The work he’s best known for here in the States, the HBO comedy “Veep,” gets mad mileage out of depicting American politicos as not just bird-brained and venal but as actively, crassly awful. The relentless self-interest of its central character, Selina Meyer, spreads like a particularly vehement poison ivy into every aspect of her being. She’s funny because she’s shocking—shocking in ways that you don’t want to believe another human being can be.
So there’s a sense in which portraying one of the greatest monsters of the 20th century, the Soviet Union’s brutal dictator Stalin, makes sense for an artist like Iannucci. First there’s the challenge. Then there’s the fact that people are going to say he’s gone too far. Which, peripherally, brings up another question: all the politicians depicted on “Veep” have blood on their hands, while Stalin was a mass murderer of a different class. Is there a metric on how many people you’ve killed before it becomes a form of sacrilege to satirize you? 

In a way, the question is moot, or half-moot, here, because “The Death of Stalin” is about just that: the power grab of Soviet apparatchiks in the immediate aftermath of Stalin’s shuffle off this mortal coil. The movie, written by Iannucci with David Schneider, Ian Martin, and Peter Fellows, hews pretty closely at first to the graphic novel by Fabien Nury and Thierry Robin on which it is based.
The movie begins with a disaster. On Radio Moscow one evening, the pianist Maria Yudina and orchestra do a heckuva job on a Mozart program. So much so that Stalin phones in and asks that a recording be sent over to his dacha. One problem: Radio Moscow wasn’t recording. Panic ensues; only one solution is possible: restage the concert and record it. Maria, who lost a relative to Dear Leader, refuses until she’s sufficiently bribed. The conductor drops out in mortal fear: what if his work on the re-creation isn’t up to snuff? The work eventually gets done, an acetate is prepared, and Maria slips a poison pen note into the sleeve. Reading it, Stalin … drops dead. 

Secret police leader Beria (Simon Russell Beale), accompanied by highly hapless CP Central Committee bigwig Malenkov (Jeffrey Tambor) take charge of the situation, with Beria discovering, and pocketing, the note. Other Central Committee members, including Nikita Khrushchev (Steve Buscemi), soon show up, and the jockeying for advantage extends to the order in which all their limousines leave from the dacha. The plotting and backstabbing grows more elaborate as funeral arrangements are made, and Stalin’s children have to be dealt with. 

The Western politicos in prior Iannucci works—the series “The Thick of It” and “Veep,” and the movie “In The Loop”—used armies and drones to kill for them. The figures depicted here have no compunction about taking out a pistol and putting a bullet in someone’s brain. They’ll kidnap and imprison someone’s wife in a long game of power extortion. And so on. Does their murderousness make them less funny?
It’s clear that Iannucci is not going for a full-on iteration of his brand of comedy. Yes, “The Death of Stalin” is a kind of farce, but it’s a mordant one. It never asks us to laugh at cruelty; it does make us laugh at the absurd pettiness and ultimate small-mindedness of the men perpetrating that cruelty. And Iannucci is a superb ringmaster. 

Eschewing the banal, flat-footed conventions of verisimilitude, Iannucci has each of the cast members speak as he or she normally does from Simon Russell Beale’s high-end London tones to Steve Buscemi’s Brooklynese. The effect is of the creation of a standalone reality, and I think it works. For comparison, lend an ear to the array of clumsy Boris-and-Natasha “Russian” accents thrown around in “Red Sparrow” and get back to me. In any event, it allows the virtuoso cast to have at each other in a brisk and seemingly spontaneous a way as possible. You get a feel for the characters that transcends accents.
Most provocatively, Iannucci assays a moderately sympathetic portrait of Khrushchev, despite the awful murderous action he takes in his quest to seize power. Expanding the characterization in the graphic novel, he brings Khrushchev’s sincere desire for reform to the forefront. The point Iannucci makes by so doing is an uncomfortable one. But this is a movie that wants you uncomfortable, in a variety of ways. Even when you’re laughing, and you will be.



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NOT BAD BUT NOT FUNNY - BLOCKERS (2018) - FILM REVIEW (IN CINEMAS APRIL 6, 2018)

Blockers (2018)

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Three parents try to stop their daughters from having sex on Prom night.

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“Blockers” is about six movies in one, and only about four of them work. It’s the kind of comedy one could stumble upon late at night on HBO and thoroughly enjoy, but it strains under the weight of its tonal inconsistencies in a movie theater. It veers wildly from the style of a coming-of-age comedy like “Superbad” to something more family-oriented and heartfelt to the gross-out/raunch flicks we saw in the wake of the success of “There’s Something About Mary.” There’s something almost admirable about a comedy that gives you whiplash as it jumps from heartfelt conversations about the emotional trauma a parent faces when their child grows up to a scene in which John Cena chugs beer with his asshole, but it gets exhausting watching “Blockers” jump so many hurdles. 

Parents Lisa (Leslie Mann), Mitchell (John Cena) and Hunter (Ike Barinholtz) watch their little girls meet outside of elementary school on their first day, an emotional experience for any parent. As the trio realizes that their kids have become fast-friends, Hunter jokes that this means now these strangers must be friends too—as we all know you’ll spend more time with the parents of your kid’s friends than your actual ones. Hunter then asks if they want to go get a beer, and Mitchell starts to cry (“Blockers” gets a lot of mileage out of the visual of a guy Cena's size getting emotional). 

Cut to a bookend milestone of educational life, Prom Night. We learn that Lisa, a single mother, has formed a loving relationship with her daughter Julie (a charismatic Kathryn Newton), but that she may be a little clingy as the young lady is about to leave her on her own. Julie speaks of wanting to go all the way to UCLA (the film takes place in Chicago) and Lisa is clearly rattled at the idea of losing her baby girl at all, much less going that far away. Mann plays the desperation and fear of being along on Lisa’s part just subtly enough for it to work. It’s a part that plays to her strengths as an actress, particularly a very funny speech in which she breaks down at the thought of dying alone. Director Kay Cannon is constantly allowing her three leads to play to their strengths—Mann’s borderline smothering, Cena’s softie-in-a-tough-shell, and Barinholtz’s wise-cracking smart-ass. 

But what are they blocking, you say? Well, Julie’s two best friends—the adventurous Kayla (Geradline Viswanathan) and shyer Sam (Gideon Adlon)—are sitting in school just before Prom Night and discussing how Julie is planning to finally have sex that night with her boyfriend Austin (Graham Phillips). Kayla wants in on the shared experience, and decides she’ll do the deed with Connor (Miles Robbins), and Sam, even though she’s way more interested in a lesbian at her school named Marcie (Sarayu Blue), decides she’ll join in as well with her date. As the trio of couples head out on a night of debauchery, Julie accidentally leaves a group chat open on her laptop and the girls’ parents, in a very funny scene, decipher the emojis and discern the plan. Even though Hunter initially balks, they head out to save the girls from doing something they’ll regret. 

Despite what you may have thought from the trailers, Cannon is careful not to deliver a comedy that relies on the double standard that has long-defined teenage boys and girls regarding sex. In fact, Julie and Mitchell are constantly being called out on their bullshit. Lisa had Julie at a young age, and doesn’t want the same for her daughter, but it’s also crystal-clear that Julie is in love with Austin and this is no mere hook-up. In "Blockers," sex, and experimentation in general, is treated as a natural part of the evolution into adulthood and it’s the parents trying to hold it back who are the relics. Some of the best parts of “Blockers” make it clear how much being overprotective leaves you stuck in time, and presents the teens as progressive/woke/etc. in a clever, modern way.

Clearly, there are some decent ideas for a comedy in “Blockers,” and some very funny scenes from a cast with rock-solid comic timing, but the movie was either rewritten one too many times or one too few. Whatever the case, it’s an understatement to say that it’s all over the map tonally. The first half-hour or so really worked for me, as it became clear how much Cannon could get from a talented cast (not just the adults, but the kids work too, especially scene-stealer Viswanathan), but then “Blockers” falls into that trap where every subsequent scene has to up the ante in terms of insanity. It loses the emotional grounding that feels genuine in the opening scenes as the drugs, booze, and lunacy gets turned up to 11 in an effort to “top” something like “American Pie” or “Superbad.” “Blockers” has five credited writers, and you would be able to guess that if I hadn't told you. It’s just incredibly difficult to balance the wildly divergent tones in a movie that features more sex jokes than any I’ve seen in years with characters that feel real talking about going away to school and leaving their parents and friends. 

With that in mind, it’s notable how close “Blockers” gets to working. The crowd I saw it with at SXSW—a festival that’s become notable for mainstream comedy debuts, launching “Bridesmaids,” “Trainwreck,” and more in recent years—ate it up and used words like hysterical on their way out. The film is undeniably funny, and I’d like a world in which Cena/Mann/Barinholtz get more work—AND, even more importantly, where more female directors are hired to direct R-rated studio comedies. I just hope the next one is a little better than “Blockers.”
  
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