BITE-SIZED REVIEW: About Last Night (Steve Pink, 2014)

Sometimes you watch one movie on Netflix, and you get hit with a bunch of crappy recommendations. Other times you get something decent. A remake of the 1986 movie, which is itself based on the David Mamet play Sexual Perversity in Chicago, About Last Night stars the too-good-looking-to-be-real Michael Ealy, comedian Kevin Hart, Regina Hall and Joy Bryant.

Two best friends, Bernie (Hart) and Danny (Ealy) become involved with another pair of female besties, Joan (Hall) and Debbie (Bryant). Bernie and Joan have already hooked up and decide to bring their respective heater life partners to their follow-up date. While their relationship implodes, the seemingly more mature Danny and Debbie fall in love. But that's just the beginning...

Sometimes you watch a movie and there is one element which elevates the whole enterprise: in this case, it is Regina Hall as Joan.

From her first second onscreen to the end credits, I was wondering why Hall was not more famous. She's been around for nearly twenty years, and has never got the credit she deserves. About Last Night is worth watching just for her acerbic, whip-smart performance.

Her rapport with Kevin Hart is the best thing in this movie. Their bickering is the funniest thing in the movie. Ealy and Bryant are stuck with the more straightforward romantic subplot. They're good, but whenever Hall and Hart are onscreen, the movie is solid gold. I would love to see these two onscreen again - they need a Taming of the Shrew or His Girl Friday. This is the kind of movie where this is the most romantic line in the movie: "The only girl with low self-esteem that I wanted tonight is you." I'm not kidding.

I try to be objective with reviews but here I am totally smitten. I am completely and utterly infatuated. I spent half of this movie wishing Kevin Hart would realise how great Hall's character was, the other half wishing I could be Kevin Hart, and then spent an hour after the movie was over googling Regina Hall's current relationship status.  My dementia aside, she's just so good in this movie. I really hope she gets a proper star vehicle (or a Netflx show - THAT would be cool).

The one misstep is Paula Patton as Danny's ex. She's only in for one sequence, but but her performance is in a completely different movie. She is built up as this terrifying femme fatale, but the portrayal never really hits. She is so overblown it is hard to take her seriously. Maybe that was the intention, to show that he was building her up in his head, but Patton's performance just feels tonally out of place, too big and too silly for the style of this movie.

That aside, About Last Night is a lot of fun. It's got really good performances, a pretty involving story and plenty of jokes (largely shared between Hall and Hart). One interesting fact about this movie is the producer, Will Packer. Packer has been extremely successful at producing genre movies with African American leads. In addition to this movie, he also produced most of the Screen Gems thrillers I have previously reviewed, as well as Think Like A Man and executive-producing Straight Outta Compton. He's definitely someone to watch.

Overall, About Last Night is worth a look. There are plenty of crappy rom coms clogging up Netflix - this is not one of them.

Peeping Tom

On the weekend, I caught a screening of Michael Powell's Peeping Tom at the Academy. I had heard of this movie for years, but had never seen it before.

Mark Lewis (Carl Boehm) loves filming with his camera. The only thing he loves more is what he films. Though he is good-looking and unobtrusive, Mark is seriously disturbed. Permanently scarred by his scientist father's experiments on him as a child, Mark is obsessed with capturing fear on film. And he is more than capable of killing to get the image he desires...

Directed by the great Michael Powell (The Red Shoes, The Tales of Hoffman), Peeping Tom was released the same year as Alfred Hitchcock's Psycho. Unlike Hitch's effort, Powell's film was met with critical disgust and effectively ended his career in his homeland. Beloved by cinephiles, Peeping Tom has undergone a complete critical reversal (Martin Scorsese is a massive fan).

This movie is not really about the acting. Boehm is a good lead as Mark (even with his German accent). Anna Massey plays Mark's would-be romantic interest, Vivian. She's fine, but the role is more a functional signpost for Mark's journey, rather than a character in her own right. Maxine Audley also appears as Vivian's mother. She is blind, a factor which deeply unnerves Mark. She is the one character who can never be a part of his plans. The scene in which she appears out of the darkness in Mark's dark room makes no sense but leads to one of the best set pieces in the film.

As far as the rest of the cast goes, the most notable player is the person playing Mark's father: in a nasty meta-textual twist, Lewis Sr. is played by Powell himself. Both within the story and outside of it, Powell is responsible for orchestrating the action. To be honest, Powell's casting of himself is symptomatic of the movie as a whole: the actors really feel like pieces of a puzzle - they do their bit and it serves the film's underlying themes. And it is on THAT level where Peeping Tom is fascinating.

The reason why Peeping Tom has attained such a place with film theorists and fans, and the reason why it is so disturbing, over sixty years since its release, is because it is about movies. Throughout the movie, Michael Powell draws attention to concepts which general audiences are rarely forced to consider: movie direction, the objectivity of the camera, and their own positions as viewers.

From the opening scene, the viewer is aligned with Mark's camera, forced to follow his lead. Like a film director, he guides what the viewer and his victims are allowed to see. His entire modus operandi is based around provoking fear through images. His goal is not solely to record his victims' deaths, but to force them to view their own final moments via a mirror attached to the front of his camera.

Despite Mark's crimes, the movie is not that explicit (censorship standards were still in force). Somehow this does not blunt the movie's effect. Like Hitchcock, Powell recognises the power of unseen violence, and only reveals Mark's methods piece by piece, over the course of the film. The effect is unsettling, and provides one of the film's most disturbing sequences, when Vivian sits down to watch the film in Mark's home projector. Having already shown the viewer what he has been up to, Powell never shows what she sees, playing the scene out on her face.

As with all Powell's work, Peeping Tom looks amazing. Vivid colour fills the frame of every shot - while not as artificial as his earlier work, the intent appears to be to align the viewer with Mark's POV. Whenever Mark photographs something with his camera, Powell adopts a composition which is particularly eye-catching (the shot down the alley of the police carrying one of Mark's victims to an ambulance; the overhead shot of the police examining the body in the trunk). In this way, Powell is forcing the viewer to take on some of Mark's passion: we start to view the story through his lens, waiting for moments worth recording. It creates a strange kind of empathy between Mark and the viewer. With such beautiful compositions happening around him, it makes sense that he would want to capture them for his film.

Mark's quest to make his movie is mirrored by his workplace, a movie studio where a director is driven around the bend by his star's inability to complete basic tasks (ironically, the film he is working on is a comedy). Like Mark, he is obsessed with getting the scene right, running through dozens of takes to get the proper effect. Mark echoes this frustration in a later scene in which he reviews footage of his latest crime when the film cuts off before his victim's face can be fully registered by the camera.

I want to delve more into it, but it feels a bit redundant. There's over forty years of scholarship and analysis into Peeping Tom, and  I'm not really in a postion to offer anything that new.

The film has been compared to Psycho, due to the fact that they were both thrillers about mentally disturbed killers released in 1960. While there are a few surface comparisons to be made, they really bear little resemblance to each other. Certainly, considering Hitch's use of a camera that is never entirely objective or subjective, Peeping Tom could be read as a commentary on his style of film direction... but that is another blog post.

Ultimately, that is really subjective. Psycho is not among my favourites of Hitch's work, so Powell has a leg up on that count. I would say that Peeping Tom strikes me as colder, and more cerebral. Unlike Hitch's film, Peeping Tom does not blow it with a long-winded explanation of Mark's condition. Powell finds a variety of ways to lay out Mark's backstory (the home movies are creepy as hell) while avoiding the need for a massive exposition dump. Powell provides just enough information without dissipating the mystery entirely.

Suffice it to say, if you are a fan of horror cinema, or movies in general, you need to see Peeping Tom.  It is a unique, terrifying experience that is far more disturbing for its implications than what it shows. It's been a few days, but I still cannot shake it.

AFS Screening: Gun Crazy

I have been a  fan of film noir for years, but I have never seen Gun Crazy before. It was always among the titles I saw on 'best of' lists, but I never got around to see it. Until last night when the Auckland Film Society hosted a screening at the Academy.

Bart (John Dall) is obsessed with guns. He is so fixated that a court sentenced him to reform school after he broke into a gun shop as a youth. As an adult, he meets Laurie (Peggy Cummins), a circus sharpshooter who shares his love guns. Unlike Bart, Laurie's love of guns in based on what they can give her, rather than the weapons themselves. And unlike her lover, Laurie has no problem using them on people. 

Director Joseph H. Lewis is one of classic Hollywood's masters of economic story-telling. If there was a Mt Rushmore to quickie filmmakers of the Forties and Fifties, he would be on it, alongside other talents like Edgar Ulmer (Detour) and Bud Boetticher (Ride Lonesome). Gun Crazy is easily the best example of his talents, as well as great movie in its own right.

At only 87 minutes, Gun Crazy packs more incident and character development than most big budget features. With only limited resources, Lewis shoots every scene to maximize the focus on the central couple - all extraneous characters and details are minimised. Strong, dramatic compositions, kinetic montage and judicious use of long takes and off-screen action create a vibrant, fast-moving diegesis for our impatient anti-heroes to navigate. As Bart and Laurie's infatuation blurs into a life of crime, Lewis's frenetic, punchy style becomes more vivid, mirroring the intoxicating highs of their escapades.  

The film is filled with amazing scenes: the couple's fire-powered 'meet cute' at the circus; the famous one-take bank robbery scene (shot from inside the getaway car); and the wonderfully downbeat climax, set in fog-drenched swamp. What makes them even better is that nothing in the movie feels bravura or extraneous - all of Lewis's directorial touches are completely functional and in service to the narrative.

Speaking of the script, Lewis really lucked out with this one. The film was produced by the King Brothers, two indie producers who had struck gold with another crime picture, 1945's Dillinger (starring Laurence Tierney). That movie had been a big hit, and the Kings decided to try and keep moving toward respectability. They found a short story by MacKinlay Kantor. When his attempt at a feature script turned out to be un-filmable (I read one story which said his draft came in around 300 pages), the Kings went hunting for someone to re-write. Around this time, top notch screenwriter Dalton Trumbo had been blacklisted by the House Un-American Activities Committee. He needed money, and so for a bargain the Kings got the services of one of Hollywood's best talents. Because of the blacklist, Trumbo's work had to go un-credited, and so fellow screenwriter Millard Kaufman lent his name to the credits (it's still on the print I saw).

On top of Lewis's story-driven direction and Trumbo's psycho-sexually charged script, the components which elevate Gun Crazy above its origins are the performances by John Dall and Peggy Cummins.

John Dall is most well known today for his performances in this picture and in Alfred Hitchcock's Rope. As Bart, he is incredibly sympathetic. A fundamentally decent man, Bart is a classic noir fall guy who is brought down by his weakness for firearms and that classic noir staple, a bad woman. Riding the line between classic leading man and character actor, Dall is always interesting to watch, and makes Bart far more complicated and human than just a trick shooter with a gun fetish.

Peggy Cummins had originally been brought over to America by 20th Century Fox, where her talents were wasted. Her greatest ignominy was to be fired from the title role of Forever Amber, a picture based off a big best seller (later made by film noir specialist Otto Preminger). Gun Crazy followed, and finally gave her a proper showcase. As Bart's other half, Cummins is absolutely hypnotising. From the moment she sashays into frame brandishing her pistols, the movie becomes charged with electricity. When she and Dall share the screen, the erotic tension is palatable. Considering the censorship of the time it is unbelievable just how strong their chemistry is. These two are chained to each other, doomed to share the same fate, and Dall and Cummins sell their insane passion.

Another part of why their dynamic is so interesting is how they complement each other. Where one is a cool head, the other is spontaneous. While she is a manipulator and has no problem shooting people, Laurie is more materialistic and spontaneous than Bart, who is responsible for planning their various schemes. On the other hand, Laurie is the more sexually mature, using her wiles to ensnare Bart, as well as giving him the spine to go through the crime spree. It's a mark of good screenwriting and acting that the killer couple feel totally real and believable - they function as an emotional unit, which makes them more relatable and sympathetic (although Laurie strays the furthest toward being a flat-out villain, she never crosses over into a two-dimensional caricature).

It is a pity that neither Dall nor Cummins ever found that much success following this movie. As a 'B' picture, the movie was overlooked at the time, and so the performances of its leads did not receive the attention they deserved - at least, not until decades later.

One of the great things about Gun Crazy is not just its quality, but how exciting it is as a viewing experience. If I was to recommend a noir to a neophyte, I might pick Gun Crazy. it moves well, has a strong sense of humour and is packed with plenty of action. And Lewis stages the expected set pieces with enough imagination to prevent any of them (bank robberies, car chases) from feeling pedestrian. 

Another thing I love about Gun Crazy is how un-laboured it is in depicting the central characters and the psycho-sexual dimension to their relationship. I could see a modern version of this story dragging out for two hours. Within the economic and social constraints of its production and release, Gun Crazy manages to convey everything we need to know, while leaving at least a little ambiguity to Bart and Laurie's relationship and motivations for staying together (is their passion based on genuine love, or the excitement of their endeavours?). Any aspiring filmmakers would do to take a few notes from this picture about narrative economy.

One of the great film noir, Gun Crazy is definitely worth a look.

Previous AFS reviews

Purple Noon (2015)

The Servant 

Eyes Without A Face 

Night of the Demon (2016)

Grand Central

Tales of Hoffman

A New Leaf (2017)

The Hidden Fortress
The Hitch-Hiker

JOSEPH H. LEWIS TRIPLE BILL

Back in the golden age of Hollywood, there were various levels of films released. At the top were the A pictures, which had the big stars, the big budgets and the big directors. Below them were the B movies, and below those were the programmers, which were even shorter and lower budget. With runtimes of just over an hour, the idea was that they could be sold on a double bill with another movie.

One of the most well-regarded directors of these 'quickies' was Joseph H. Lewis. Working with low budgets, Lewis had a special genius for devising visual strategies that could cover for the lack of dollars and running time.

Next week, the Auckland Film Society will be hosting a screening of Lewis's most famous movie, the 1949 crime classic Gun Crazy. As a prelude to that review, the Midnight Ramble takes a look at three of his movies that serve as perfect examples of his gift for making a lot out of very little.

My Name is Julia Ross (1945)

A young woman looking for work in London, Julia Ross (Nina Foch) finds a job working as a secretary for a well-to-do family. After she spends the night at their residence, Julia wakes up to find herself in a completely different place: a manor house in Cornwall. Her employers now call her 'Marion', and treat her like she is an invalid. It soon becomes clear that she is a pawn in some kind of mad scheme involving the family and the dead woman she has been made to impersonate...

This movie is boatloads of fun - the 65 minute runtime flies by. No scene is wasted, and the budget is never visible. The plot is a distaff combination of tropes from gothic melodramas like Gaslight

While Foch is solid as the title character, the cast is notable for the actors playing the villains. Dame May Whitty is chiefly famous for playing kindly old ladies. Here she has a great time sending up her image as a duplicitous old matriarch, Mrs Hughes. In a more conventional vein, George Macready plays her unstable offspring, Ralph. Macready is famous for playing the villain in Gilda, and is a standout here. A childlike sadist kept in check by his mother, Macready's Ralph is the best thing in the movie.

There really isn't much to the movie. It's just meant to be a solid time-waster, and as such, it does a great job. Joseph H. Lewis directs the whole thing with economy, but manages to inject moments of style and atmosphere (particularly a tense sequence in which a terrified Foch is tormented by an a mysterious intruder in her darkened bedroom).

While no masterpiece (some of the bit players can't hide their American accents -- they sound like Dick Van Dyke), My Name Is Julia Ross is a fine little potboiler and a fun introduction to Lewis's thrifty talents.

The film was later remade in 1987 as Dead of Winter, by Arthur Penn.

So Dark the Night (1946)

Henri Cassin (Steven Geray), a celebrated Paris detective takes a long-deserved holiday to the countryside. The middle-aged detective quickly falls in love with a young debutant - although their romance is curtailed by a jealous rival. When the debutant and her former boyfriend turn up dead, Cassin goes on the hunt for the murderer. Plagued by mocking notes from the killer, the detective grows increasingly despondent as the bodies pile up. But he has to act fast - the killer has one more victim in his sights...

The movie ends with a real humdinger of a twist: Ever dedicated to his craft, Cassin follows the clues back to their logical source: himself. A rather twisted take on Hercule Poirot, in the film's best scene the detective lays out the evidence to his superior and demands that he be arrested.

Steven Geray is an effective, unconventional lead. He is neither handsome nor young - at least by Hollywood standards - but he is incredibly sympathetic, and handles the character's shift into mono-mania with tact and understatement. Even when Cassin does go off the deep-end, it never comes off as hammy.

Unlike Julia Ross, the supporting cast are completely anonymous - there are no familiar faces here, and they all fit into their roles effectively. But apart from Geray, there is no one that really stands out.

More of a traditional whodunit than his previous effort, So Dark The Night is a terrific little picture that looks and feels nothing like Julia Ross. In fact, whereas the short running time worked for Julia Ross's more conventional plot line, the more character-based So Dark The Night could have benefited from more space for character development.

While neither of these films would rank as masterpieces, they are effective and entertaining examples of low budget genre cinema. While they are not as flashy as Lewis's more famous work, both My Name is Julia Ross and So Dark the Night showcase his ability to convey story and atmosphere with an extremely limited palette.

Both movies are available free online.

The Big Combo (1955)
"A woman doesn't care how a man make a living, only how he makes love..."

I saw this movie a few years back when I was on a noir kick. Directed by Gun Crazy's Joseph H. Lewis, The Big Combo is famous as one of the most violent and stylish noir of the classic period.

Leonard Diamond (Cornel Wilde) is a cop obsessed: First, with bringing down the gangsters who run his town, including their preening leader, Mr Brown (Richard Conte); and second, with Brown's  girlfriend  (Jean Wallace).

 Chiefly notable for cinematographer John Alton's artful use of chiaroscuro and Lewis's inspired direction, The Big Combo makes up for a fairly rote story with an incredibly vivid visual style. 

The film is stuffed with remarkable scenes: a torture sequence involving a hearing aid is shot with a single overhead light, throwing the victim and his attackers into darkness; an old man  loses his hearing aid before he is shot dead - in a POV shot, we watch gangsters silently shoot at the screen.

The film was infamous in its day for its controversial content - both in terms of its violence and its sexuality. While he uses brute force to get his way, Mr Brown's forte is seduction. Unlike the typical gangsters of Classic Hollywood, Brown bears a closer resemblance to the femme fatales of noir, using his sexual prowess and charm to keep Susan under his control. In one of the film's most bravura sequences, Lewis shoots Susan in an extremely intimate close-up while Brown descends below the frame. 

And then there are Brown's gay henchmen, who - in a daring move - are briefly shown sharing the same bed.

The cast are a bit of a mixed bag.

Cornel Wilde is incredibly dull as the protagonist. His obsession with Susan merits some Vertigo-style neurosis but Wilde plays Diamond with one setting: good cop. It's a cliche we've seen a million times before, and Conte brings nothing new to it. His wife Jean Wallace plays Susan, and she is cut from the same boring cloth as her real-life husband, but the script does not give her a lot to do.

The star of the cast is Richard Conte as Brown. Urbane and arrogant, he is far more sophisticated and appealing than the stolid cop. It's easy to see why Susan could be seduced by a man like him. He steals the movie every time he's onscreen.

A few familiar faces turn up in the supporting cast. Brian Donlevy is pretty subdued as Brown's second-in-command, while future spaghetti western star Lee Van Cleef plays one of Brown's henchmen.

Aside from its visual style, the film is notable for its great brassy score by David Raksin. Most noir use orchestral scores (ala Double Indemnity) but Raksin, taking inspiration from the dingy clubs and back alleys of the film, and uses a big band sound to evoke the sleazy atmosphere of the film's underworld. It's terrific.

However, despite these attributes, The Big Combo is no masterpiece. The script is pedestrian, and the gradual fall of Brown's empire is fairly unsurprising. It is a testament to the talents of the behind-the-scenes talent that The Big Combo is as memorable as it is.

It is a flashy showcase for Lewis, and notable for some offbeat touches, but ultimately the movie comes up a bit short.

AH-NULD ANNIVERSARY SPECIAL: Predator & The Running Man

2017 represents the 30th anniversary for two of Arnold Schwarzenegger's most famous movies, Predator and The Running Man. Here's a retrospective review.

Predator (dir. John McTiernan)
One of Arnie's most iconic movies, as well as one of the best, Predator also represented a breakthrough for director John McTiernan, who would follow up this movie with two more action classics, Die Hard and The Hunt for Red October.

A group of commandos are sent to the South American jungle to rescue some hostages. After the operation is concluded, they have to make their way through the dense jungle to reach the border and safety. What they don't count on is a mysterious hunter who is looking to turn them all into trophies...

One of the best action movies ever made, Predator strikes a near-perfect balance between OTT action and genuine tension. 

This is also the movie where the Ah-nuld we all know emerged. Before Predator, Schwarzenegger is stiff as a board. Sometimes this works (Conan and The Terminator), but mostly it's terrible (Raw Deal and Commando). In Predator, viewers finally get a look at the swaggering, cigar-chomping, one liner-spouting man-mountain we all know and love.

In his book Action Speaks Louder, Eric Lichtenfeld notes that Predator is the first movie where it feels like Arnie can lose, and it is really true. It helps that he is fighting an alien who is bigger than he is, but it is also a testament to director John McTiernan's talents as a filmmaker. Unlike most of the other directors Schwarzenegger was working with at the time, McTiernan manages to bring out a certain level of vulnerability which does not feel wooden. Especially during the third act, Dutch's panic feels real.

The other component which makes this movie a success is the focus on a team. It's rare that Schwarzenegger shares the screen with comparably outsized macho figures, and it makes the movie far more interesting. Jesse Ventura has made the comment that in order for the Predator to come across as a believable threat for Schwarzenegger, it has to kill people who are more macho and badass than the Austrian Oak. While his comment is clearly an attempt to push himself, there is an element of truth to it.

The first two acts of the movie are all about establishing Arnie AND his team as competent special forces soldiers. Unlike most slasher movies (which Predator resembles), the script takes time to give each of the team members a few characteristics. During the opening action scene, we get a sense of how they work as a team, and once the Predator starts to hunt them, how they work under stress.

By the time the alien has torn through Ventura's Blaine, Bill Duke's Mac, Sonny Landham's Billy, Richard Chaves' Poncho and Carl Weathers' Dillon, not only do we get an escalation in tension, but also a better sense of what Dutch is up against, as each kill reveals more of the Predator's talents and weapons.

Famously, the title character's design was not finalised until after shooting had started. In fact, production had to shut down before the shooting of the third act. And it's a good thing they did: as designed by maestro Stan Winston, and embodied by 7'2" Kevin Peter Hall (who also played Harry in Harry and the Hendersons), the Predator is one of the best villains in sci-fi.

The third act is the thing that shoves Predator into the upper echelons. Stripped of his team and weapons, Dutch has to become a primordial hunter in order to beat his foe - using intelligence, rocks and fire to defeat his superior foe. In a weird way, it's the one time Arnie feels the most like an everyman, albeit one more along the lines of classical heroes like Beowulf than John McClane. The movie becomes a one-on-one contest, where the emphasis is on strategy and suspense, rather than gunfire. The way the scene plays out keeps the viewer constantly on their toes, as Dutch attempts to confound and neutralise the Predator's heat vision and invisibility.  Because McTiernan emphasises his pain and fear, drawing out their struggle, when Dutch finally wins, it feels like a genuine victory.

Predator is the perfect example of a great action movie that does not rely on a massive set piece as an ending. This is true of a lot of the great action movies of this era - the endings to The Terminator, Die Hard and Lethal Weapon are fairly small, intimate fights, with the battered protagonist facing off against their main nemesis. It's a type of dramatic resolution that we don't see any more (think of the ending to almost every single Marvel movie).

To sum it all up, Predator is a terrific flick that remains just as entertaining now as it did thirty years ago.

The Running Man (dir. Paul Michael Glaser)
Released in November of 1987, The Running Man is based on a novel by Stephen King, writing under his pen name Richard Bachmann.

The present. America's economy has collapsed and the country has turned into a fascistic police state where the President has an agent, fake news is omnipresent and the most powerful man in the country is a game show host, Damon Killian (Richard Dawson).

Police helicopter pilot Ben Richards (Ah-nuld) is monitoring a food riot in Bakersfield, California, when he is ordered to open fire on the crowd. When he refuses, his crew-mates arrest him and began the attack. Tarred as the 'butcher of Bakersfield', Richards is set up as a scapegoat and sent to prison.

Two years from now, Richards will have to become a contestant on the most popular reality show in the history of television: The Running Man. If he expects to gain his freedom, Richards will have to pit wits and strength against a group of 'stalkers' as he runs across the deadly game zone...

if Dutch in Predator is the Arnie star persona reaching maturity, The Running Man is a throw-back to his earlier roles. Arnie is fine, but he is nowhere near as natural or charismatic as he is in Predator. In fact the movie is a great example of how unique his persona is, and the talent required to create suitable vehicles for him.

Like Conan and Raw Deal, it repeats the folly of trying to give Arnie a love interest and friends. As Tom Shone wrote in Blockbuster, Arnie's forte is not chemistry, it's physics. The interest in watching Schwarzenegger is watching his out-sized body smash and destroy buildings and people. Occasionally, with a filmmaker like John McTiernan or James Cameron, you can get more out of him, but in this case they really should not have tried.

This love interest is Amber, played by Maria Conchita Alonzo. Ah-nuld meets her when he goes to his brother's apartment - he quickly finds out that his brother has been arrested and Amber has moved in. Their relationship is very uncomfortable to watch.

Apart from having no chemistry, the filmmakers do not even attempt to hide the reason why she is in the movie. We are introduced to Alonzo while she s working out in her lingerie. She is quickly captured by Ah-nuld, who ties her to her aerobics machine in a very fetishistic pose (she is still in the lingerie). The rest of the movie basically alternates between her being antagonised by Arnold and a target for rape by the most despicable of the Stalkers, Dynamo (Erland Van Lidth). It's really odious.

The best character in the movie is the villain, Damon Killian.

Chewing the scenery like its his name on the movie poster, Dawson is magnificent. He's another Arnie villain who is not comparable in size or strength (ala Bennett in Commando), but what he lacks in muscles he makes up for in ego. Appropriately, Dawson was a former gameshow host (most famous for hosting Family Feud) and he drew on his own experiences to augment and refine his role, making Killian into the ultimate show biz asshole - if that asshole had control over the police and the Department of Justice.

While I don't like this movie, I LOVE Killian. He makes this movie so much more watchable. With his on-camera schtick (his interactions with the audience are hilarious) and offscreen sociopathy, he is the most vividly drawn character in the movie. He also deserves points for being the only character to have a decent comeback to Arnie's 'I'll be back' line ('Only in a re-run!').

Shot while Predator was on hiatus, The Running Man has become oddly (some might say, horrifically) prescient. The plot summary was in jest, but it is a bit disconcerting to watch the opening scene of this movie and realise that it is set in 2017, in an America where eighties Reaganism has metamorphosed into oppressive corporatism.

Despite its unintentional timeliness, The Running Man is nowhere near the same level as Predator. The movie went through several directors and was severally over-budget before Glaser was brought on-board to pull the whole mess to the finish line.

The rush to get the movie finished shows, as does the lack of budget: the 'prison' that Ben Richards escapes from looks like a quarry with a few guards, the airport where Ben is captured just looks like an airport circa-1986, and the game zone sets feel cramped and small. The whole movie feels like it is stuck on sound stages, rather than actual locations.

The most off-putting thing about the movie is tone. The movie is aiming for the same nihilistic satire as Total Recall, but it lacks Paul Verhoeven's intelligence. The movie has a mean streak that makes it hard to just sit back and enjoy it. It also has a disturbing focus on rape and sexual assault which adds to the movie's seediness. It might have been an attempt to make the future-USA look as desensitised to violence as possible, but it just comes off as clunky and disturbing.

In a recent interview, screenwriter Steven deSouza criticised the ending of the movie. Originally, the way it was scripted, Arnie and the girl were to be killed by celebrity Stalker Captain Freedom (his Predator co-star Jesse Ventura). In a twist, it would later be revealed that Killian and his minions had used CGI face replacement and body doubles to fake their deaths after our heroes had escaped the game zone.

Apparently, execs got cold feet after the film's test screening and re-cut the movie so that this sequence was moved later so that viewers would know what the villain was doing. Without this twist, the final third of The Running Man is extremely predictable - Arnie invades the TV station, wipes out an army of goons and kills Killian.

Ultimately, The Running Man is a pretty garbage movie - it's worth seeing for the concept and Richard Dawson's performance, but otherwise the direction is rote, the tone is extremely sleazy and the action un-inspired.

IN THEATRES: Rough Night

It's been awhile since I reviewed a comedy, and this one sounded up my alley: solid premise, good cast and the trailer made it look decent.

Ten years after meeting, four estranged college friends, Jess (Scarlett Johansson), Alice (Jillian Bell), Blair (Zoe Kravitz) and Frankie (Ilana Glazer) reconnect for a bachelorette party. When they accidentally kill a stripper, their already strained bonds are tested further.

A group of characters having to dispose of a body has served as the basis for several different movies: off the top of my head, The House on Sorority Row (slasher), Weekend at Bernie's (comedy), and Very Bad Things (black comedy) come to mind. Using it as the basis for an r-rated Female-driven comedy ala Bridesmaids or last year's Bad Moms feels timely. While it is never as funny as those movies, Rough Night is a pretty decent comedy.

Watching this movie was interesting. I rarely pay attention to audiences when I watch a movie, but during this one I found myself listening out for the laughter, which synced up pretty much with my own. I laughed pretty consistently, but there were definite dips where nothing was landing.  I knew something was off because the laughter around me would die away. It sounds weird,  but I think this movie suffers from too many jokes.

In its favour, the movie lives up to its R rating (at least in terms of the blood), and the jokes that feel like natural outgrowths of the story and characters work well (Jess's horrifically stilted campaign advert; Blair and Frankie's tetchy dynamic; Alice's constant neediness). However, the big set piece moments feel wedged in and are not as funny as they could be (that jet ski gag from the trailers comes out of nowhere and is never referenced again).

And while the premise is good, the story never escalates in a clear (or clever) way. The key question is: How will they get rid of the body? The movie never does anything that interesting with it - it never feels like the tension is building, and it resolves in an incredibly contrived way.

While the jokes are all over the place, the cast are pretty good, and their roles are (mostly) more interesting than the trailers would suggest.

Jillian Bell has the biggest arc as Alice, the character who brings the group together. Right from the beginning it's clear that Alice is the one character who is stuck in the past. It's a character type who is pretty familiar from any reunion movie, and Bell is basically responsible for carrying the movie to the finish line. Her friendship with Jess is really the heart of the movie, and Bell and Johansson make for believable former besties.

As the bride-to-be, Johansson seems a little lost - she is good, but she is effectively a straight man who gets lost behind her co-stars. Even in that role, she is effectively sharing duties with Kravitz, who, frankly, gets funnier material. She is more solid in the movie's more dramatic second half, when the movie begins to focus on the relationship between her and Bell. The biggest laugh I got from her was her campaign ad (her character is running for state senate), which is hilariously on-point as a Hillary Clinton parody. 

As for the other members of the foursome, Kravitz and Glazer play former lovers who are clearly still stuck in their old roles. Glazer is some kind of activist; Kravitz is some kind of high-powered something-or-other (who is going through a divorce). 

One thing I did like was that the other characters acknowledged how abnormally attractive Kravitz is, which leads to the movie's one successful comic tangent (involving Ty Burrell and Demi Moore's pansexual neighbours). Glazer gets the least to do, which is sad - hopefully this launches her into bigger and better things.

Actually the four leads are all believable as best friends. It's one of the movie's successes that they feel like a believable group (even if the script does not really fill out their characters that much).

The one off-note of the cast is Kate McKinnon as Jess's Australian friend Pippa. She is so broad and different from every other human in the movie - it never reads as believable or that funny. I spent too much of the movie tracking her accent, which wanders all over the place. It might get some easy laughs stateside but I found myself laughing at the things she did that did not relate to her Aussie-ness (the scene where she tries to clue the other ladies in that the 'cops' they are talking to are not cops). Juxtaposed with such a strong group dynamic, McKinnon feels out of place.

Her character epitomises the movie's patchiness. For every comic beat that works, there are three which feel like a completely different movie, or a bad comic skit. It's a pity, because the movie does have its own ideas: in a nice change of pace, Jess's fiancé Peter (the film's co-writer Paul W. Downs) is not some square-jawed hunk, but an average-looking nice guy whose idea of a good time is wine-tasting. 

It's clearly an attempt to reverse the stereotype of the humourless bride from movies like The Hangover. He even gets his own deranged subplot in which he attempts to make an overnight trip to get to Jess's aid, with the aid of Red Bull, Russian ADD meds and a stockpile of adult diapers.

The other element which works better than the hackneyed jokes is the relationship between Glazer and Kravitz. The movie (and characters) treat it in the right way: completely matter-of fact. It isn't dwelt upon, or made the subject of lascivious gags (it helps that the movie was not directed by a man). 

It is baffling that these elements work, and then there will be some contrived bit of business (like popping champagne in an airport) which clunks. There are even a few beats where characters comment on the jokes which have just happened. It's a lazy trope, and it happens enough times to get annoying.

Overall, Rough Night is a decent comedy, but not great. It's got a good cast and some solid comic ideas, but the movie is brought down by too many contrived beats which don't work. It's a pity, because we only get a few female-led comedies a year, and unless I'm overlooking something, this is the only game in town for the next few months.

Catch it when it comes out on home media.

Whitney Houston (1985)

After reviewing Whitney: Can I Be Me last month, I was curious to check out the late singer's music, especially her debut. Growing up in the nineties, you could not help hearing her big hits, but even if half the track list were familiar songs, taken as a whole Houston's debut feels fresh and exciting.

The most interesting thing about this record is how unlike it sounds like her later records. By that I mean, apart from 'The Greatest Love of All', there are no hurricane-sized ballads.

'You Give Good Love' is a sweet ballad that remains one of Houston's best. While there are moments where she goes for the rafters, they feel like natural peaks, rather than an artist trademark. While it is incredibly polished, on this album Houston's sound is still embryonic. On this song, and the rest of the album, Houston uses her talents to serve the songs.

Somewhat unheralded nowadays, 'Thinking About You' is a terrific dance number and the funkiest thing on the album. Considering how hard Houston tacked toward pop, I was shocked to see 'You Give Good Love' and this track were produced by Kashif (who performs double duties as Houston's duet partner here). One of the great RnB producers of the eighties, he worked on most of Evelyn Champagne King's early stuff. In fact, if the production was harder, I could see 'Thinking About You' as a King song. I had never heard this song before, and it's become one of my favourites.

Opening like a new wave track from the early eighties, 'Someone For Me' is another terrific song. It skates close to sounding the most of its time, but with a strong vocal and some good guitar and percussion (I guess they were created by an 808, but there might be some real drums in there), it ends up as a real barn burner. It's just as good as 'Thinking About You'.

After the double whammy of two dance tracks, the tempo and tone changes with 'Saving All My Love For You'. One of Houston's most well-known ballads, it is a bummer of a song if you really listen to the lyrics. Once again, Houston sells the hell out of the vocal, which (somehow) blunts the sadness of the song's underlying message.

'Nobody Loves Me Like You Do' is a duet with Jermaine Jackson. There is a weird echo to the production and the rather twangy guitar  gives the song the feel of a country song. Once Houston and Jackson start singing the chorus, it feels like something Kenny Rogers would sing. Based on Clive Davis' edict that the album appeal to the broadest (white) audience, this song's inclusion is probably just savvy calculation. Still, it's  good song, and provides a nice lead-in to...

'How Will I Know' is one of those songs that makes me think of an aerobic class. It's one of Houston's songs that's always been in heavy rotation, but remains one of her best. The thing that always stood out for me about this song is the interplay with the backing singers. While it is obviously not gospel, the way they augment and play off Houston really gives the song that added bit of 'oomph'.

With its tinkling synth keyboards and soaring strings, 'All At Once' boasts a great vocal from Houston (and some great backing singers), but the lyrics are sentimental claptrap. Houston is a fine interpreter of material,  but here obvious, mawkish lines like 'she took your smile away' just come off silly when delivered so sincerely. Points for the delivery, but this might be the least interesting song on the album.

'Take Good Care Of My Heart' is another duet with Jermain Jackson. Previously released on his album Dynamite, it is a good love song with a very strong, heavy beat that gives it a real sense of momentum. The chorus brings it squarely into 'middle of the road' territory, but the duet partners work well together. Maybe not as memorable as some of the other deep cuts, but that's no slight on the song.

Whatever impact 'Greatest Love Of All' previously had is completely lost on me. It's no fault of the song - it's just been played so many times, and parodied to death, that it's hard to sit through without wanting to drift off.

One of Houston's earliest releases were her appearances on a couple of tracks by the great Teddy Pendergrass. One of these songs, 'Hold Me', serves as the finale here. A meeting between two eras, sonically it sounds like nothing else on the album. As well as a chance to hear two great voices together, it offers a glimpse at what Houston's voice sounded like in a more overtly 'soul' song.

One of the biggest hits of all time, and routinely hailed as Houston's best album, her debut is a really great record. Sure, some of the production shows its age, but Houston is in great voice, the material is all up to servicing her pipes and there is less evidence of the formula that would come to dictate her later releases.

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IN THEATRES: The Mummy

Man I've been really, really excited about this one - probably too excited, considering the trailers - but ever since the first casting announcements, this project has become the first of my 'must-sees' for 2017.

I can sadly admit that I have seen every single Universal Mummy movie. Most of them are very bad, or just plain boring. So, unlike the other Universal Monsters, I don't have a problem with having another go at the Mummy -- it's the kind of interesting concept that deserves a re-do (look, the 1999 Mummy is a lot of fun, but I don't think anyone is going to claim it as an all-time classic). I'm still not sold on the whole shared universe thing (remember the days when people used to focus on making one good movie?), but it seemed if Tom Cruise was into it, the material must be at least decent -- and Sofia Boutella is a badass, so I knew this at least had a shot at being fun.

A few things gave me pause going in: One, as already stated, this shared Universal Monsters franchise sounds like a mess waiting to happen. And Two, the helmer behind this Mummy is Alex Kurtzman, who has only one previous directorial credit (the okay drama People Like Us) and his work as screenwriter is pretty mixed (a few too many Transformers movies. And the last Spider-Man movie. And Star Trek 2-Wrath of Plot Holes). Still, it's not like they had Skip Woods and Brett Ratner double-teaming this one. Maybe shorn of Roberto Orci, and with different collaborators, he could rise to the challenge of making a great, fun monster movie with Tom Cruise and Gazelle from Kingsman. Because that still sounds cool.

Enough rambling. On with the review!

Cruise plays Nick Morton, a soldier/part-time black market scavenger, who has a nice sideline in swiping ancient artefacts and selling them off. Currently on tour in Iraq, he goes AWOL when he hears there might be some treasure under a town in hostile territory. Instead of treasure, Nick discovers the tomb of Egyptian princess Ahmanet (Sofia Boutella). Buried alive after she tried to murder her way to the throne she had been denied, she is now free to enact her revenge. If this wasn't bad enough, she really needs Nick's help to get her plans underway. Zoinks!

When The Mummy aims for comedy, it is a joy. When it aims for anything else, it is Gene Wilder's character from Blazing Saddles: all over the place.

The main problem is the underlying theme of the movie, which is to give Universal a piece of the 'shared universe' pie that every other major studio is craving. The problem with this approach is that it means the this movie has no reason to exist dramatically. Every character and every scene is designed to shove this movie toward a bunch of sequels and spinoffs, rather than a narrative conclusion that will (hypothetically) make people want to see this movie on its own terms.

Call me old-fashioned, but it's a quality I miss.

What is sad is that the movie had six writers, including Jenny Lumet (Rachel Getting Married), David Koepp (Jurassic Park) and Cruise's Mission: Impossible collaborator Christopher McQuarrie (who also wrote a little movie called The Usual Suspects). Throughout the movie you can see the struggle going on between the corporate and creative sides, as the story and the characters struggle to maintain any kind of internal coherence.

It would help if the direction was more inspired. The movie aims for scares and tension, but director Alex Kurtzman has no feel for the scenario's pulpier elements, failing to give any of the movie's signature moments a sense of real impact. As a blockbuster, this one of the most generic in recent memory, from its colour palette to its use of CG.

And despite the big budget, the movie feels weirdly small and compartmentalised. The sets are never shot with a sense of scale, and always feel like sets. Aside from the opening scenes in Iraq, the movie is basically stuck indoors. It never feels like there is a world outside of what we can see.

Speaking of tunnel vision, the 'Dark Universe' set-up which is supposed to get us to movies about Frankenstein's Monster, Dracula and the Creature from the Black Lagoon is dull and pointless - it would help if it was fun, but it just comes off as rote and poorly developed. It also takes up the majority of the movie's second act, sucking attention away from the main story.

This movie has some of the worst exposition dumps I've seen in recent years. The movie opens with a flashback to set up the Mummy, which is fine. But then thirty minutes later Annabelle Wallis repeats the same story, complete with cutaways to this scene which we've already seen. And that's not the only exposition dump - there's like ten scattered throughout the movie.

Russell Crowe has fun as Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde, but he could be cut out and you would not miss him. When Hyde appears it looks like the movie might actually go somewhere interesting: Unlike his good half, Hyde wants to become the Mummy's partner, and help her destroy the world, just for the hell of it. It's a great idea, but Hyde is quickly subdued and you never hear anything else about it. As I said, pointless.

Speaking of pointless, the writers never figure out who Annabelle Wallis's character is supposed to be: she swings from smart career woman to damsel in distress to comic sidekick with no space in between. Needless to say, she makes no impression in any of these roles.

Cruise is something of a misfire here, and most of the problem is miscasting. Nick Morton is a idiot, an opportunist who is in for a quick buck but can't think two steps ahead. Cruise is pretty funny in the role, but Nick's weakness never feels completely real, because he's played by Tom Cruise. His innate steadfastness can't help but come through. 

This is especially true of the movie's romantic subplot, which feels like it's been half-edited out of the movie. It literally feels like there are scenes missing which showed how Cruise and Wallis sync as a couple. Cruise rarely has had believable chemistry as a romantic lead, and when the movie's third act is dependant on that chemistry to drive the final act, that is a major problem. The fact that Cruise is far too old to play young any more just compounds the problem - having these two actors together recalls   the romantic black hole of Audrey Hepburn and Fred Astaire in Funny Face.

As the Mummy, Boutella is fine, but underused. She is a good actress and a physical marvel, but she is never given room to move. While the production design is pretty bland overall, her makeup is terrific. When it comes to visualising the Mummy, the movie actually does something right.

It's not all bad. While the movie is pretty dull, every time it stops trying to tick every box in the 'Build your own shared universe' checklist, it is pretty fun. Jake Johnson plays Cruise's army buddy Chris, who always winds up getting the blowback when Nick's schemes go wrong. He is possessed by the Mummy and winds up destroyed, but returns throughout the movie as a ghost to tell Nick what's going on. 

Whenever Ghost Chris turns up, the movie starts to feel more like An American Werewolf in London or Big Trouble in Little China. The film's best scene is an argument between Nick and Ghost Chris in a pub bathroom. It's so weird and funny, it really draws attention to how formulaic the rest of the movie is.

I said at the top of this review that the movie is at its best when it goes for comedy, and that's the ingredient that prevents me from completely dismissing it. While the second act/shared universe trash dump is a dead zone, the beginning and ending are peppered with genuinely funny scenes. Nick's interactions with Ghost Chris are great, but his early interactions with the Mummy are also good (basically they all involve him trying to fight or flee her). 

This is where Kurtzman's talents as a filmmaker come through. He shoots and times these beats expertly, which makes his lacklustre contributions elsewhere all the more disappointing. If the movie had leaned toward something more offbeat and original, they might have ended up with something as good as Big Trouble in Little China or even Cruise's own Edge of Tomorrow. Ultimately, this movie needed to be more brave.

Wait for it to turn up on Netflix.

CAUGHT ON NETFLIX: Deidra & Laney Rob a Train

Released in March of this year, Deidra & Laney Rob a Train is part of Netflix's new plan to take on the majors by distributing their own movies.

Deidra (Ashleigh Murray) is the valedictorian of her high school and looking forward to moving away from her hometown. While her mother (Danielle Nicolet) works and her father Chet (David Sullivan) works hard to be out of the picture, Deidra looks after her sister Lane (Rachel Crow) and younger brother Jet (Lance Grey).

The kids' lives get a whole lot harder when Mom goes to jail. With bills (and Mom's bail) to pay and Child Protective Services breathing down her neck, Deidra has few options left. With Laney's help, she starts robbing the long-haul trains which crank past their house every night.

Written by Shelby Farrell and directed by Sydney Freeland, this movie is a lot of fun.

The cast are uniformly terrific: As the titular characters, Ashleigh Murray and Rachel Crow are awesome. They have great chemistry, and really feel like siblings.

Murray, who you may recognise as Josie from Riverdale, is great as Deidra - the character is a real get: super-smart and wise beyond her years, she has clearly had to grow up fast to pick up some of the slack from her hard-working mom, and Murray manages to make her transition from honours student to criminal believable. The scene where she confronts her mother in prison is heart-breaking.

As younger sister Laney, Crow is wonderfully unassuming. What makes their relationship so great is how Crow and Murray complement each other - where one sister is strong, the other is weak, and vice-versa.

Their nemesis is Tim Blake Nelson (O Brother Where Art Thou?), a disgraced railway investigator who sees his latest assignment as a chance at redemption. Though the movie is based around teens, his character feels like he stepped out of a darker movie. I give the filmmakers credit - he does not feel out of place. While he is an asshole who takes his job far too seriously, his motivations make sense.

Sasheer Zamata (Saturday Night Live) plays their school's disillusioned careers advisor. Rather than lean into the character's misery, Zamata plays off it. This woman is mentally checked out and ready to move on - she's just waiting out the clock. She ends up helping the girls when Deidra bribes her with a way out of her job.

While the conceit could have been played in a quirkier, more surreal style, Deidra & Laney Rob a Train feels very grounded. It's rooted in the characters and their relationships. It's the humanity of the ensemble that really pulls the movie together. These characters feel like normal people with strengths, flaws and insecurities.

I have been bingeing the podcast Black Men Can't Jump in Hollwood for the last few months. It reviews movies on the basis of their racial representation, and the overriding theme of the show is a desire for roles that portrayed people of colour as human beings. Without even trying, I feel like this movie manages to do that.

It's a really fine flick. It's so good, Deidra & Laney Rob a Train almost makes up for all of those Adam Sandler movies Netflix has been churning out. It's hyperbole, but I am really looking forward to what these f filmmakers do next.