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Lady Bird (B+). Indie actress Greta Gerwig (Mistress America) wrote and directed this indie dramedy about a high-spirited girl’s tumultuous senior year in a Sacramento Catholic school and her rocky relationship with her mother. I enjoyed it, and it moved along with a brisk 94-minute run time. Saoirse Ronan (The Way Back) shines as the title character (she’s named Christine McPherson, but she insists on being called Lady Bird), and we follow the ups and downs of her experience in Drama Club, her crushes, her relationship with her best friend Julie (Beanie Feldstein, Neighbor 2: Sorority Rising), her college aspirations, and most of all her relationship with her mother, a hard-working and long-suffering psychiatric nurse (Laurie Metcalf, TV’s Roseanne). Based on Ms. Gerwig’s IMDB biography, I’d say this movie has a strong autobiographical component. It also has a 94 score over on Metacritic.com, so what are you waiting for?
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The Killing of a Sacred Deer (D). OK, this art-house flick had a couple of things going for it. Number one, it was directed by Yorgos Lanthimos, who directed the surpassing weird 2016 flick The Lobster. And really number one, it stars the luminous Nicole Kidman (Moulin Rouge!). Unfortunately, the movie left me cold. Colin Farrell (who was in The Lobster and recently appeared with Kidman in The Beguiled) plays Steven Murphy, a successful heart surgeon who is married to a successful eye doctor (Kidman) and has a beautiful house and two nice kids. But as in The Lobster, everything is just a shade off; everyone is stiff, and every conversation is stilted. And Steven has a mysterious relationship with an odd sixteen-year-old boy named Martin (Barry Keoghan, Dunkirk), who imposes himself on Steven more and more as time passes. I can say no more without committing spoilers, but suffice to say there are elements of suspense, horror, and black humor that get ratcheted up the deeper into the movie we go. The performances are good (accepting that the director wanted his actors to act like strange, semi-anesthetized human beings), and none other than good old Alicia Silverstone (Clueless) pops up as Martin’s mom. But at two hours the weirdness went on a little too long for my taste, and I didn’t think the ending was great.
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Brad’s Status (B-). Hm, Ben Stiller plays a guy facing a midlife crisis. Didn’t he just do this a few years ago in While We’re Young? Well, he’s at it again in this new dramedy, with fair to middling results. Here it’s not just middle age that’s getting to Brad Sloan (Stiller), but also Facebook. Brad, you see, has a perfectly decent middle-class life in Sacramento with a cute, loving wife (Jenna Fischer, Walk Hard: The Dewey Cox Story) and a musically talented teenage son (Austin Abrams, Paper Towns). But his best friends from college (played by guys like Luke Wilson, The Skeleton Twins, and Michael Sheen, Passengers) are all (according to Facebook) wildly successful in various ways, and some 25 years after college they’re starting to leave Brad out of their get-togethers. This eats away at Brad something fierce, and we hear his neurotic thoughts in frequent voiceovers. And his unhappy thoughts provoke some awkward and embarrassing behavior when he and his son go tour some colleges in the northeast. I didn’t think it was bad, and I particularly enjoyed a scene in which a perceptive Harvard student calls Brad out on his very First World problems. Worth a look if Blade Runner 2049 is sold out.
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Columbus (C). Here’s an artsy little film for you. It’s about a couple of lost souls whose paths cross in the little town of Columbus, Indiana. (I assumed it was Columbus, Ohio the whole movie, but what do I know?) One is a middle-aged Korean guy named Jin (John Cho, Star Trek Beyond), who is there only because his famous-professor father happened to be in Columbus when he had some kind of severe health crisis. Now he’s lingering in a coma in the local hospital, and Jin is kind of stuck. The other is a Columbus native, a recent high-school grad named Casey (Haley Lu Richardson, The Last Survivors), who is stuck there because her mom is a recovered meth addict and Casey’s afraid she’ll relapse if she goes off the college. Having met over a cigarette, and having a lot of free time, they hang out together and have intimate but awkward conversation about things—like Columbus’s renowned set of modernist buildings designed by famous architects I had never heard of. The set-up is kind of like Lost in Translation, now that I think about it—older guy, younger woman, thrown together for a while by fate. Anyhoo, the movie has gotten good reviews, but I’ll confess I was mainly interested in seeing if Richardson, a fresh new face I noticed in small roles in Edge of Seventeen and Split, has any acting chops. She and Cho were both good, but the movie is v-e-r-y slow and artsy, and it did start to feel a little long after a while. Parker Posey (Waiting for Guffman) pops up for a couple of scenes as a former student of Jin’s father (and Jin’s former crush).
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Wind River (B-). Writer–director Taylor Sheridan wrote two recent movies I liked quite a bit (Hell or High Water and Sicario), so I had fairly high hopes for this one. I didn’t like it as well as those two movies, but it’s not bad if you like crime stories (and have a strong stomach for pretty graphic violence). Jeremy Renner (Arrival) plays Cory Lambert, a federal game & fish commission guy out in rural Wyoming. He hunts wolves and mountain lions when they get out of hand, but then one day he discovers the body of a young Native American woman out in the snow. This really hits Cory hard because his own teenage daughter died under mysterious circumstances some years before. He teams up with Jane Banner (Elizabeth Olsen, Captain America: Civil War), the lone FBI agent sent out to work on the case. They get into some tight spots. There is an intense flashback that shows the crime they’re investigating. The movie is rated R for “strong violence, a rape, disturbing images, and language.” You’ve been warned!
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The Snows of Kilimanjaro (D). I think this is the first DVD I’ve watched all year, and wow was it a snoozer. I think I picked it up at a big sale at the Dallas Public Library. Whatever I paid, it was too much! Gregory Peck (The Gunfighter, also directed by Snows director Henry King) stars as Harry Street, a successful writer and world traveler who has gotten injured while on safari in Africa with his beautiful wife Helen (Susan Hayward, I Married a Witch). He gets delirious with infection, and most of the movie is told in flashbacks–long ones about the great love of his life, Cynthia (Ava Gardner, Show Boat), and shorter ones about his dalliance with a rich artist (Hildegard Knef, Decision Before Dawn). None of it is very engaging, and Harry himself seems like no great prize to me. There’s lots of stock footage of African wildlife, and the soundtrack was very hard to understand at times. There are no extras on the DVD, either. Maybe I would have liked it better if I had ever read the Ernest Hemingway story on which it was based. Nah.
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Marjorie Prime (C). Hmmm, an independent sci-fi drama starring Geena Davis, Tim Robbins, and Jon Hamm? Now that’s something you don’t see every day. In fact, you hardly see Geena Davis and Tim Robbins in anything at all, do you? I’m pretty sure A League of Their Own (1992) was the last movie I saw Davis in. Anyway, this movie is a close relative of her, the movie in which Siri sounds like Scarlett Johansson and develops artificial intelligence. In the near future of Marjorie Prime, computer engineers have largely perfected the ability to create a lifelike hologram of your deceased loved one. Apparently the hologram starts out knowing the basic facts of the original person’s life, and then it learns more and more—and thus becomes more and more realistic—as you talk to it and tell it more things about the dearly departed. When the movie starts, an elderly woman with dementia named Marjorie (Lois Smith, Minority Report) is comforted by a hologram of her beloved husband Walter (Hamm, Baby Driver). But Marjorie’s daughter (Davis) is not happy about it—envious of the attention Walter gets, perhaps?—and Marjorie’s son-in-law (Robbins, City of Ember) hangs back and observes the proceedings, usually with a strong drink in his hand. Time goes by; other holograms (or “primes,” as they’re called) come into play. The concept is an interesting one, but the movie is a little too quiet and slow for my taste. Rex Reed’s review of this movie starts with this verdict: “Intellectually stimulating yet dramatically stunted.” That sounds about right to me.