All posts by Stephen Michael Brown

I've reviewed films for more than 35 years. Current movie reviews of new theatrical releases and streaming films are added weekly to the Silver Screen Capture movie news site. Many capsule critiques originally appeared in expanded form in my syndicated Lights Camera Reaction column.

Popcorn Action of “Bad Boys: Ride or Die” Could Kick-Start Summer Box Office

Sometimes it’s nice to witness a summer movie that’s simply an easy, breezy escape. Bad Boys: Ride or Die (B-), helmed by the director duo collectively known as Adil & Bilall, is as routine as a buddy action movie comedy can possibly be, and yet it moves briskly among some fun set pieces and showcases its protagonists and ensemble well with adventure and humor. It’s a bit of a return to form for Will Smith (fittingly slapped repeatedly at one point as a karmic full-circle moment after his real-life awards show behavior) whose appealing cop character is paired again with Martin Lawrence, who has been “too old for this sh*t” for four films and shows no signs of taking mandatory retirement. Martin’s character’s experience with a brief brush with death grants him a strange new near-immortal state of being, which is the recurring almost-joke throughout this installment. The two cheeky Miami detectives find themselves on the run after some cartel bosses posthumously frame their late police captain friend, forcing them outside of the law to clear his name. There’s bromance and trash talk aplenty as the characters embark on comedy romps between races and chases. The movie does no favors to female characters including Tiffany Haddish in a small role but provides a solid showcase for a slew of additional bad boys including Jacob Scipio as Smith’s character’s ex-con son joining forces with the central pair, Alexander Ludwig as a funny data guru and Eric Dane as a stone-cold villain. There are funny bits with junk food, wedding roasts, a singleminded Marine and a hungry gator at an abandoned amusement park. This sequel doesn’t exactly qualify as a guilty pleasure; but for a fun night out and in a summer thirsting for a born-again franchise, this movie definitely does the trick.

Mad Max Prequel ”Furiosa” Values Spectacle Over Story or Characters

Imaginative armored transportation lines up in formation within dystopian deserts of such epic expanse that it truly feels like the wasteland of a vast apocalypse, but there are few characters to care much about aboard or in sight in George Miller’s perfunctory prequel Furiosa: A Mad Max Saga (C-). The visionary filmmaker establishes a world brimming with vehicles and vistas and even some quirky ensemble members but no real reason to root. This epic spectacle is ostensibly about the making of a warrior, kidnapped as a child by bikers and played in this installment for most of the film’s duration by Anya Taylor-Joy, whose artsy quirk doesn’t fully translate into believability as the future Cherize Theron character of Fury Road or as an action star in command of this realm. Plus she’s given very few lines. She and fellow thespian Tom Burke feel at odds with and adrift in the material. Chris Hemsworth has all the subtlety of a wrestling heel as a would-be antagonist, but at least he’s the one principal here giving a performance at the same decibel as the spectacle. It’s all an elaborate excuse for one really big chase involving a truck of antiheroes, motorcycles of henchmen sliding around or below and what appear to be pesky parasailers. The stunts, action and practical effects in this particular sequence are impeccably impressive; other moments throughout this plodding backstory feel choppy and underbaked. It’s easy to confuse mastery of visual composition and aspects of the film craft with high marks for the movie itself as story or entertainment, but this installment is unfortunately a non-engaging bore with punks who never gather their steam.

Richard Linklater and Glen Powell Play with Identities in Entertaining “Hit Man”

Note: This film is superb on the big screen, where it plays a limited run in big cities before its June 7 Netflix premiere.

Director Richard Linklater is renowned for shaping revelatory performances reflecting on and rhapsodizing about the questions we ask and the stories we tell ourselves to reveal identity as a coping mechanism in a world marked by mighty constructs of time and perspective. He has long observed suburbanite denizens growing, adapting and changing as catalytic forces in the vast universe, and his terrific true crime romantic comedy hybrid Hit Man (A-) displays his contemplative daydreams in one of their most spry, shrewdly entertaining vessels yet. Charismatic star Glen Powell, who also co-wrote the script with Linklater, is pivotal to unlocking the Big Think with Everyman gusto as he portrays a mild-mannered professor and tech guy turned undercover police contractor posing as a hit man. It’s a little on the nose that our hero teaches philosophy; but like Indiana Jones, his side hustle building on arcane fascinations is really what makes the man. One of the film’s great features is the protagonist’s pleasure in trying on different personas; with costumes, wigs, prosthetics, novelty teeth and Powell’s acting alchemy, each of his hired guns embroiled in sting operations plays out like an apt allegory for finding himself. The film is funny and confounds expectations from the get-go, but it really gains its juice when the hit man for hire encounters a potential client in the form of gorgeous relative newcomer Adria Arjana, whose character wants her abusive husband dead. Sexy sparks fly, and it’s a free-for-all about what roles these magnetic stars will play as they maneuver a series of escalating trials of their own personal peculiarities in action. The screenplay crackles with insights and wry dialogue but soars on the hypnotic talents of Powell, who has never been better, and Arjana, who manages to steal scenes in her own right within a talented cast that also includes plum roles for Austin Amelio as a sleazy rival and spunky comedienne Retta as a witty teammate. Linklater could have more adeptly leveraged the film’s New Orleans locale, killed the darlings of a few redundant escapades and curtailed a few of the meta metaphors, but his fabulous film is largely the kind of fun adult Hollywood blockbuster they just don’t make anymore. At one point, the auteur includes a montage of glorious assassin sequences from cinematic history, and by golly this film creatively zigzags its way into that hallowed continuum with buoyant, unpredictable and seemingly effortless charm. As the film’s title character creates his own myth through moonlighting, galvanizing his alter ego in various forms toward the self of his destiny, it is tremendous fun to join him on this journey.

For Your Consideration: “I Saw the TV Glow” 

The tradition of film protagonists who pine for prime time glory has whisked away a portly Baltimore heroine with fabulous flair and hair to break bandstand barriers, a Brighton Beach widow to risk addiction en route to game show gains and a failed comedian to pursue his darkest impulses with a sinister smile on a late night broadcast. The isolated adolescent characters played by Justice Smith and Brigette Lundy-Paine in Jane Shoenbrun’s psychological horror-drama I Saw the TV Glow (B-) dream of escape into a nostalgic supernatural girl power show to fight monsters of the week, but it’s unclear who’s the show-runner and if either is remotely in control of overcoming a series of traumas. Shoenbrun creates a luminous look for this movie, laced with ribbons of lavender haze and mesmerizing low budget creature effects, and a detailed backstory so fully fleshed out, you almost wish the show-within-the-show took center stage. As committed as both leads are to their roles, they bring similar ambivalent energy that doesn’t always fully enliven the pace but offer aching portraits of coming of age in a world of mixed signals. It’s a film full of creative ideas, many more fully rendered than others. A less than satisfactory final act fails to build on some of the most intriguing plot points, but the movie is overall an original with enough intrigue and whimsy to earn this mystery box a recommendation. 

Dreaming of Roman Empire and Inventive Lodging: Leaving a Piece of “Megalopolis” in Georgia

According to some fun Peachtree City, Georgia public documents and public zoning hearings from 2022, a local news story and the wonderment of my own eyes:

“The motel … purchased … by … LLC of Francis Ford Coppola, named the All Movie Motel … began submitting building permits … to renovate and make major changes … to include a ‘green room,’ a screening room, a projection room …. a non-commercial kitchen … rooms/suites for actors and movie production staff.”

Plus Roman columns and a Dustin Hoffman statue, of course!?

With #Megalopolis on the mind this week of Cannes Film Festival, here was a neat surprise chronicled in our local newspaper about a filmmaking and wine-making genius who is even inventive about lodging his staff and housing his screening rooms:

https://thecitizen.com/2023/01/17/what-secrets-lie-beneath-crosstown-road-rezoning/

Also have you seen the stunning trailer? I’ll be first in line at the IMAX!

Credit: American Zoetrope

Georgia Public Broadcasting Interviews Silver Screen Capture on Prospects for “Megalopolis”

The futuristic fall movie “Megalopolis” premiered at Cannes Film Festival with Hollywood stars and Atlanta credits plus our site’s commentary about Francis Ford Coppola’s cinematic universe:

Hawke Family Imaginatively Channels Feral Muse into Unconventional Storytelling “Wildcat” Triumph

The young man who came of age celebrating dead poets gracefully plumbs a tantalizing tortured prose department where a next gen Hawke memorably portrays a legendary artist as a young woman. Ethan Hawke co-writes and directs, and Maya Hawke plays iconoclast author Flannery O’Connor in the soulful conversation-starter Wildcat (A). Dutiful Catholic O’Connor’s short life in mid-century America is marked by an epic struggle between becoming a great writer and loving God sufficiently. The albatross of her perpetual quandary is exacerbated by being an increasingly isolated woman who bucks social norms and whose writing is unabashedly ahead of its time. Her drive to produce fascinating work, her grappling with physical disability and her subsequent return to provincial living are the trio of crucibles undergirding the film’s narrative. Maya Hawke is absolutely captivating in the demanding central performance and projects herself into multiple roles in her stories, so much so it becomes vexing at times to ascertain where reality ends and the fantasy of fiction begins. O’Connor doles out signature prickly quips and delves head-first into a peculiar fascination with confessional stories tracing the fault lines between faith, transgression and salvation amidst the grotesquerie of the American South. Vignettes include unsentimental encounters with terrible men including an ex-con (Levon Hawke), a nomad ne’er-do-well (Steve Zahn) and a conflicted Bible salesman (Cooper Hoffman). The standout supporting turn is by Laura Linney as the writer’s holier-than-thou mother, whose prejudices and pieties clash magnificently with her daughter’s defiant sensibilities. At times Felliniesque with its fantastical interlaced characters, each Baroque in their own way, against the gray and rust tones of the film’s Southern Gothic terrain, Ethan Hawke successfully mind melds his own fascination with life’s mystical mysteries with O’Connor’s catalogue of complexities. The film plays like a page-turning fever dream and is a testament to the ensemble and the central father-daughter talents behind this passion project. Whether you’re steeped in her lore already or the film’s smorgasbord of stories is your gateway drug, there’s loads to learn from this literary patron saint. This is truly a “star is born” cinematic high watermark moment for Maya Hawke who is mesmerizing on screen and particularly effective opposite the likes of Laura Linney, Liam Neeson, Rafael Cassal and Christine Dye. This curiosity-stoking film should prompt stampedes to the local library to unlock the pleasures of the O’Connorverse.

Summer Film Season Gets Middling Opener in “The Fall Guy”

The comedy/action remake of a classic TV series comes in roaring like a lion and devolves into a cat nap. Stunt coordinator-turned-director David Leitch’s The Fall Guy (B-) contains an abundance of awesome ingredients, including some outrageous pratfalls, fabulous soundtrack needle-drops and charismatic leads Ryan Gosling and Emily Blunt as stuntman and director, respectively, with ample romantic chemistry simmering. The mysterious meta story set in the world of the production of a big-budget interplanetary blockbuster action movie involves a quest to recover a missing leading man (Aaron Taylor-Johnson as an irritating egomaniac) in time to save the production. The film’s best visual gags involve the vocabulary of cinema, as a heated conversation takes place in a “oner” filled with explosions or as the central pair contemplates the value of split-screen sequences while in one. Unfortunately the slight story rarely serves the massive talents of the leads; the production feels like it needed some reshoots made impossible by industry strikes. It’s often a fun lark; and as expected, the stunts are really good. It just doesn’t completely deliver on its promise or sustain its carefree spirit with quite the finesse it could have.

Hometown Glory: “The South Got Something to Say” a Highlight of Atlanta Film Festival

Both a venerable newspaper and a half-century of long-gestating music and cultural movement reclaim global relevance in the excellent documentary The South Got Something to Say (A), directed by The Horne Brothers as the first film created and curated by the Atlanta Journal-Constitution newspaper. The film, presented this week in competition at the Atlanta Film Festival and now streaming on the newspaper’s website, has been hatched with the imprimatur and immediacy of immersive gonzo journalism. It is a testament to how news coverage can shape-shift with the times into a genre most befitting its subjects. This era-spanning oral history gives context to its story of musicians with a mission as it chronicles early days of hip hop in the 1970s through the eyes of Atlanta’s first rapper Mojo, the election of Maynard Jackson as the first Black mayor of the Southeastern city, the pall of the Atlanta Child Murders and the celebration following the apprehension of a perpetrator, the gentrification of events such as the Olympics and, most recently, protest movements in the light of a nation’s racial reckoning. Directors Ryan and Tyson Horne wisely structure and set their scene to authentically ground the family tree of music movements emerging from an unlikely place, including chart-topping earworms unleashed by eager and creative self-made mega-producers, music that emerged from unlikely places such as the projects and “dank dungeons” and pristine churches, plus crunk and trap soundscapes and innovations still evolving today. The movie’s title comes from the mic-drop moment at the 1995 Source Awards, as East and West coast factions feuding was the simmering cycle of the day, when Outkast member Andre 3000 proclaimed his part of the country the epicenter of the music movement, and his city’s creatives haven’t taken their feet off the pedal since, en route to global cultural dominance. The filmmakers blend anecdotes from artists who are lesser-known or potentially forgotten to time with some of the most renowned headliners on earth to spotlight the inspirations for their emerging sounds and how adjacent fashion, dance, lifestyle and self-expression trends all reflect deep roots in community. Speech, T.I., Dallas Austin, Princess, Killer Mike, CeeLo Green and the late Rico Wade are among the fascinating storytellers, showcasing history in interviews, archival footage, music videos, home movies and of course the enduring songs themselves. From afternoons gliding through nostalgia of skating rinks to peering at campus life at HBCUs to trialing new tracks at Magic City, plus life at concerts and cookouts, the movie expresses joy and its subjects’ will to be seen and heard. The devil comes down to Georgia in all the film’s rich details, from graphic identifiers reminiscent of old cassette tapes to a climactic event in downtown Atlanta depicted with immediacy from multiple points of view. Neither overly bossy nor glossy in its hot takes, the filmmakers stuff ample history into the movie’s shaking bounty. Shedding light and insight to creativity in constant motion, this definitive documentary is highly recommended.

Steamy Streamer “The Idea of You” a Hit of Atlanta Film Festival, Now on Prime Video

It’s time to say bye, bye, bye to myths about age gap relationships as a 40-year-old divorcee single mom embarks on a love affair with the 24-year-old frontman of a fictional hit boy band. Built on the star-powered shoulders of Anne Hathaway and Nicholas Galitzine, Michael Showalter’s rom-dram The Idea of You (B) is an enjoyable if not terribly original romp. Despite the fun and fantasy of the film’s premise, the director grounds the story in its lead characters’ humanity and the real-life complications dusted up in their unexpected collision. Hathaway is plucky and authentic as an art gallery curator, and Galitzine is a natural charmer and singer in his role as a superstar. Together they make for a steamy duo. The protagonist’s impulse to keep the romance secret including from her teenage daughter presents some silly subplots, while the through-line of self-doubt and sabotage is very relatable. Many finely observed moments abound in this mostly mainstream fare, and the leads buoy its believability. This movie is pure paperback poolside reading in filmed form and promises to make a delightful date night viewing.

“Challengers” a Potent Mix of Acting Threesome with Sexy Sport and Score

It’s a love triangle with more than a touch of tennis envy as a palace intrigue story of sorts plays out court-side among the agile athletes of Luca Guadagnino’s smart, sassy guilty pleasure romantic drama Challengers (B+). Three characters are front and center in a plot that zig-zags and thirst-traps across nearly a decade and a half as two doubles tennis playing boarding school dudes find their fates as young adults en route to Grand Slam glory intertwined with a sporty force of nature played by Zendaya, who fully occupies her queen bee position in terms of fetching femininity, fitness and fashion. This is a great role for this iconic actress with much communicated in very few words. Josh O’Connor is perfection as the bad boy roustabout opposite Mike Faist’s more serene boon companion, and the chemistry on and off the court between the members of this trio is palpable. Guadagnino wisely casts his film with actors who can believably portray characters across high school, college and twentysomething years and augments the action with a fast-paced techno score by Trent Reznor and Atticus Ross, pulling viewers deeply into a near-hypnotic trance. The twisty three-hander plot devices further reveal themselves with each escalating episode, and the film proves sexy in what it largely leaves to the imagination. This could very well become this generation’s Cruel Intentions or at the very least a double bill with Saltburn for adventurous moviegoers.

“The People’s Joker” Doesn’t Justify its Affront to IP Law

There hasn’t been a more fascinating “tied up in right’s issues” guerrilla indie since 2013’s Escape from Tomorrow, the paranoid thriller secretly filmed and set entirely in Walt Disney World. Operating under the loosest definition of parody, The People’s Joker (D+), directed by, co-written by and starring Vera Drew, premiered at 2022’s Toronto Film Festival and has been embroiled in legal challenges ever since because it leverages nearly all elements of DC’s Batman universe to craft a loosely threaded tale about transgender identity. The backstory is much more fascinating than what’s actually on-screen as Drake utilizes live action drama with occasional stop-motion and other forms of animation swirling around Drew’s transgender woman mash-up of iconic villain The Joker and sidekick/love interest Harley Quinn embodied in one protagonist. Drake’s central character is an aspiring comedienne working at a renegade theatre with Nathan Faustyn as slacker friend The Penguin to ostensibly ascend the late-night TV comedy industry. This antihero’s complex psychology isn’t served by a flimsy plot that feels like it’s being made up as it’s progressing, with the fact that it is unfunny being chalked up to the fact that the characters are making an “anti-comedy.” Kane Distler fares better than others in the ensemble as Mr. J, an emotionally manipulative trans man reminiscent of Jason Todd (a post-Dick Grayson Robin) and Jared Leto’s Joker from Suicide Squad; it’s a more fleshed out character with some showy moments, but the filmmakers drop the ball here too. Although the film’s aesthetic occasionally hits promising strides including a first date in a tunnel of love, it’s mostly a long string of misses packed into those 92 minutes. Kudos to the themes of self-acceptance embedded in the go-for-broke fantasia in which The Riddler, Poison Ivy, Mr. Freeze, a CGI Nicole Kidman and a villainous Batman exist amidst an array of adjacent IP characters including Perry White, Clark Kent, Lois Lane and Betty Boop (perhaps Steamboat Willie was months from being available). An anti-depressant called Smylex administered at Arkham Asylum and acid-like vats of estrogen are among too many half-baked ideas in the madcap mishegoss. The filmmaking isn’t fascinating enough to justify the fuss. An actual parody could have been made from all these ideas; instead it’s more theft than deft.