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Anya Taylor-Joy, Tom Burke, Chris Hemswoth

FURIOSA: A MAD MAX SAGA”  My rating: B (Max)

148 minutes | MPAA rating: R

For millions of Marvel geeks around the globe Chris Hemsworth will always be Thor, superhero/god/party animal.

His best performance, though, may very well be as the heavy in “Furiosa: A Mad Max Saga.”  

In this prequel to “Mad Max: Fury Road” Helmsworth plays Dementus, the latest in a long line of desert-roving barbarian gangster-kings who for four decades have populated writer/director George Miller’s post-apocalyptic landscape.

The difference is that Helmsworth’s Dementus — while just as brutal as any of these other troglodytes  — seems to have been a PhD candidate before the collapse of civilization.

He’s witty. Erudite. Appreciates irony and sarcasm. 

In short, he’s a hoot.

Of course, “Furiosa” isn’t really his story.   As played by Charlize Theron in “Fury Road,” Furiosa was a sort of female trucker/gladiator with one metal arm, a shaved head and a feminist’s disdain for the testosterone-fueled circumstances in which she finds herself.  This latest film chronicles her early years.

It begins with Furiosa as a young girl (Alyla Browne) living in a rare green paradise.  She’s kidnapped by marauders led by the muscled Dementus; when her mother is savagely executed after a failed rescue attempt, the girl starts laying plans for revenge.

It’ll take 20 years and the first hour of the movie before the role is taken over by Anya Taylor-Joy, who is given almost no dialogue but gets a lot out of her androgynous slow burn.

To be honest, I found the first 20 or so minutes of “Furious” to be a bit sub-standard.  The crude, one-dimensional villains are interchangeable; even the stunt work and special effects struck me as unconvincing.

But after a while things improve (or I finally clicked into the movie’s wavelength) and “Furiosa” comes to life with several extended action sequences that’ll have viewers rubbing their eyes in disbelief.

Several characters from “Furiosa” appear here in slightly younger incarnations (they’ve got great names like Fang, Smeg, Scrotus and Rictus); new to the scene is Tom Burke as Praetorian Jack, a leather-clad teamster who teaches our heroine how to drive those iconic big rigs.

“Furiosa” is a very elaborate revenge melodrama. But it’s done with such visual and, surprisingly, verbal aplomb that I could happily watch it again.

Kevin Costner

“HORIZON: AN AMERICAN SAGA – CHAPTER 1”  My rating: B- (Max)

181 minutes | MPAA rating: R

Only weeks after it flopped at the box office, the first of Kevin Costner’s four “Horizon” films is streaming.  It’s not bad.

Which isn’t to say it’s good. Not yet, anyway.

Watching Part I of “Horizon” is like reading the first few chapters of a novel and then losing your copy. It introduces characters and sets up potential developments…but feels scattershot and incomplete.

May I suggest that it never should have been planned as a theatrical release, that it would be much better served (and easier to digest) as 12 one-hour episodes on some streaming service?

Well, here’s what we’ve got so far.

The Horizon of the title is a town in Arizona. As the film begins in the late 1850’s a surveyor and his family are laying out the parameters of their proposed burg.  The local Apaches have other ideas.

Indeed the action highlight is a nighttime raid on Horizon — little more than a collection of tents — that leaves all but a handful of settlers dead and scalped.  

One of the few survivors is the newly widowed Frances Kittredge (Sienna Miller), who after the raid must be dug out of a collapsed escape tunnel from her family’s cabin. Her rescuer is Lt. Trent Gephart of the U.S. Cavalry (Sam Worthington); a romance may be in the works.

Another plot thread:  Old hand Hayes Ellison (Costner) finds himself protecting a young prostitute (Abbey Lee) and an infant who are being sought by the child’s murderous stepbrothers (Jon Beavers, Jamie Campbell Bower).

Meanwhile a wagon train wends its way across the prairie, with the wagon master (Luke Wilson) frustrated by a young woman from the East (Ella Hunt) whose entitled attitude threatens the survival of the entire party.

A teenage boy who lived through the opening massacre (Hayes Costner, the director’s son) ends up riding with a seedy bunch of scalp hunters led by a scuzzy killer (Jeff Fahey). Their M.O. is to raid Indian villages while the warriors are off on hunts; each scalp can be redeemed for cash.

Finally, we spend some time with Apaches warriors (Owen Crow Shoe, Tatanka Means) who disagree on how to deal with the white tide breaking over their lands.

That’s a lot of narrative elements, none of which come close to being resolved in this initial three-hour movie.  New characters are introduced with head-spinning regularity (Jena Malone, Danny Huston, Will Patton, James Russo); we barely get to know any of them.

This means what while “Horizon” is crammed with visual wonders (the cinematographer is J. Michael Muro) it has very little feeling beyond the terror of an unpleasant death.

Only a couple of times does the script (by Costner, John Baird and Mark Kasden) strike a satisfying emotional note.  One of these is delivered by Michael Rooker, the heavy of countless movies and T.V. shows, who has a brief, quietly heartbreaking moment as a crusty-but-kind Army sergeant recounting the death of one of his offspring.

As director, Costner gives us many a pretty picture but not a lot of narrative coherence.  He borrows freely from the John Ford playbook — there’s a community dance (a staple of just about every Ford Western), an army outpost and dozens of flat-topped mesas that evoke the Monument Valley outcrops so iconic from “The Searchers” and other titles.

But there is simultaneously too much story here…and not enough.

At this point Costner has already finished the second film and is working on the other two.  Indeed, “Horizon – Part I” ends with five minutes of scenes from the upcoming installments.

I’m looking forward to seeing them in quick succession. Perhaps then Costner’s master plan will become clear.

| Robert W. Butler

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Ryan Reynolds, Rob McElhenney

“WELCOME TO WREXHAM” (Hulu):

I’ve long been aware of the buzz surrounding “Welcome to Wrexham,” the documentary series that follows Yank actors Ryan Reynolds and Rob McElhenney as they navigate their recent ownership of a Welsh soccer club.

But I’m not much of a sports enthusiast and, anyway, soccer?

Well, color me convinced.  Like its fictional counterpart, “Ted Lasso,” “…Wrexham” is only superficially about sports. Its real subject is the human condition, especially the need to be part of something bigger.

Over three seasons (I hear a fourth is on the way) we see the Wrexham soccer club — the oldest in the world — rise from the ashes of long-festering mediocrity to become a force to be reckoned with.  In part this is due to an influx of cash from the two new owners, equally important is the enthusiasm of Wrexham fans.

The city of Wrexham — once a center of mining and brewing — has been in long decline. A winning team not only gives the locals Monday morning bragging rights but provides an economic kick in the arse that promises to lift the region out of the doldrums.

Okay, that sounds too wonky to be enjoyable. Here’s the thing: Reynolds and McIlhenney are a hugely amusing  duo (actually they make only periodic visits to the U.K., but show up in every episode, if only via Zoom), but what makes the show so brilliant is the way it eavesdrops on the lives of the locals.

The pub owner. They guy who runs the video rental store. The girl on the spectrum whose heartfelt enthusiasm for the team makes her a local celeb. The semi-pro photographer with crowd phobia who specializes in documenting what goes on outside the stadium on game day.

There are the players themselves, whose few moments of glory on the pitch are backed by weeks of grueling practice, debilitating injuries and the same sort of domestic issues common to people in all corners of life.

There are the employees of the club. My fave is Humphrey Ker, an owlish, bearded executive who exudes comical world-weariness. (I call him Eyore.) It is Humphrey’s job to explain to soccer-clueless American viewers the sport’s labyrinthine machinations.

Series director Bryan Rowland casts a wide net.  One entire episode is devoted to the subject of soccer hooligans…young men (usually) who view the matches as an excuse to engage in  bloody brawling with the opposing team’s fans.

Several half-hour segments celebrate the accomplishments of the club’s unpaid women’s team, whose members are arguably more successful than the guys.

Anyway, after watching “…Wrexham” I will never again look down my nose at the small-town folk who live for Friday night high school football.  Now I get it. 

Tobi Bamtefa, Jeremy Renner

“MAYOR OF KINGSTOWN”( Paramount+):


“Mayor of Kingstown” — yet another Taylor Sheridan-penned series — is like a mashup of the prison drama “Oz” sprinkled with the fixer mentality of “Ray Donovan.”

In other words, it’s suspenseful, grotesquely violent and matter-of-factly profane.

Jeremy Renner (quite excellent) stars as Mike McLusky, whose family has long been the power behind the scenes in the fictional city of Kingston, Michigan. With the murder of his older brother, ex-con Mike finds himself assuming his sibling’s role as fixer-in-chief. 

People come to him with problems that cannot be taken to the authorities; he finds solutions. Sometimes the solutions are legal.

As a former jailbird Mike knows his way around the prisons that are Kingstown’s main industry.  From beyond the walls (and sometimes inside them) he keeps tabs on the various prison gangs,  tracks the movement of drugs and other contraband, tries to mediate between inmates and the guards.

Two relationships make “Mayor of Kingstown” particularly memorable.  First there’s Mike’s sometimes shaky alliance with drug lord Bunny Washington (Tobi Bamtefa), a character half crook and half philosopher king.  

Then there’s Iris (Emma Laird), a baby-faced call girl sent by a criminal mastermind (Aiden Gillen) to seduce Mike; instead he ends up becoming her surrogate father and protector — although not even a cloistered nun could fail to see the unfulfilled sexual tension between the two.

The setup is perfect for a classic hooker-with-a-heart-of-gold romance; it’s to the show’s credit that it doesn’t go there.

Toss into the mix Dianne Wiest as Mike’s mom (who teaches inmates at a women’s prison), Sheridan regular Hugh Dillon (as a seriously compromised detective), and Taylor Handley (as Mike’s policeman baby brother) and you’ve got an engrossing crime melodrama.

Keeping it all held together is Renner, whose Mike is a roiling cauldron of moral contradictions.

Rob Lowe, John Owen Lowe

“UNSTABLE” (Netflix):

Gotta be honest…relatively few comedies make me laugh out loud.

“Unstable” does. A lot.

Rob Lowe is having the time of his life playing Ellis Dragon, an  inventor and tech mogul  (think a less loathesome Elon Musk) whose usual idiosyncrasies have gone into hyperdrive with the death of his wife.

The only thing keeping Ellis even halfway grounded is his son Jackson (Lowe’s real-life son John Owen Lowe), who reluctantly comes for a visit and ends up being sucked into his Dad’s business and personal dramas.

(Father and son Lowe pretty much created the show, coming up with an idea that would allow them to work together.)

“Unstable’s” primary dynamic is between the rich, privileged eccentric who can indulge his every whim, and the straight-man son who only wants to live his own life. 

They’re surrounded by wonderful characters: Sian Clifford (she was the sister in “Fleabag”), oozing Brit emotional reticence as Ellis’ second-in-command; Aaron Branch, Rachel Marsh and Emma Ferreira as nerdy lab rats; and finally Fred Armisen as Ellis’ shrink, whom the wacko billionaire has imprisoned in the basement.

Anyone remember the short-lived sitcom “Better Off Ted”? “Unstable” offers the same gleefully jaundiced view of the American workplace, populated with wise-cracking individuals.

Full disclosure: There are two seasons of “Unstable” and in the second the series has fallen into the rut of repeating itself.  But watch Season One…and refrain from drinking anything during the show to avoid involuntary spit takes.

| Robert W. Butler

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Austin Butler, Jodie Comer

“THE BIKERIDERS” My rating: C (Peacock)

116 minutes | MPAA rating: R

A staggering amount of talent has been squandered in “The Bikeriders.” 

Everywhere you look in this film there are familiar faces capable of great performances.  And behind the camera is the (usually) superb director Jeff Nichols (“Take Shelter,” “Mud,” “Loving,” “Midnight Special”).

Why, then, must we settle for half-baked armchair psychology and dramatic indifference?

Nichols here adapts Danny Lyon’s 1968 book, a collection of photos and interviews that were the result of four years the author devoted to documenting a Chicago motorcycle club.

The book has long been revered for its insights into the outlaw mentality of working-class men living on the edge of a society whose precepts they disdain.

Well, the film captures the bikers’ alienation (which after a while becomes wearisome), but never finds an effective narrative voice.  

Part of the problem is its structure. Most of the yarn is told in flashback.

In the early 1970s Lyons (Mike Faist) decides to follow up on the men he wrote about. Since most are unavailable (many are dead) he interviews one of the gang’s “old ladies,” Kathy (Jodie Comer), who married the charismatic James Dean-ish Benny (Austin Butler).

Comer here falls back on a ridiculous accent (she sounds like the lovechild of Cyndi Lauper and Snooki of “Jersey Shore”) to describe her whirlwind romance and her longstanding doubts about these boy/men and their self-absorbed toxic masculinity.

Among the bikers are the club’s brooding founder and president Johnny (Tom Hardy), the scruffy Zipco (Michael Shannon), the bug-eating Cockroach (Emory Cohen), the loyal lieutenant Cal (Boyd Holbrook), and a late arrival, the California biker Funny Sonny (Norman Reedus).

“The Bikeriders” features much of the partying and fighting but none of the fun we got from the old Roger Corman biker movies of the late ‘60s. It’s dour and sour.

Yeah, there’s some pleasure to be had from the period music and costuming. But if you can’t care about the characters, what’s the point?

Matt Damon, Casey Affleck

“THE INSTIGATORS” My rating: B- (Apple +)

101 minutes | MPAA rating: R

If Carl Hiassen had cut his writing teeth in Boston instead of Florida, he might have given us “The Instigators,” a caper flick about a couple of hapless doofuses involved in a heist gone wrong.

Written by Chuck MacLean and actor Casey Affleck (who also stars) and directed by Doug Liman (“The Bourne Identity,” “Swingers,” “Edge of Tomorrow”), this is an amiable action effort that refuses to take itself too seriously.

Rory and Cobby (Matt Damon, Affleck) are perennial losers (they’re just not very smart) who out of desperation agree to an audacious robbery planned by a couple of local criminal movers and shakers (Michael Stuhlbarg, Alfred Molina). 

The idea is to crash the election-night celebration of the town’s spectacularly corrupt mayor (Ron Perlman) and make off with several hundred thousand dollars in “campaign contributions” (actually bribes).

Of course nothing goes as planned. Our boys find themselves on the lam both from the authorities (an uncredited Ving Rhames plays the Mayor’s personal cleanup batter) and from a killer (Paul Walter Hauser) dispatched by their criminal bosses.

And along the way they pick up Rory’s psychiatrist (Hong Chau). Is she a hostage or there for therapeutic reasons?  Not even she seems to know for sure.

Anyway, there’s a good deal comic banter between Damon and Affleck as two schlubs in way over their heads, and several effective action sequences which manage to keep a light tone despite the mayhem. 

Ryan Gosling, Emily Blunt

“THE FALL GUY” My rating: C+(On demand)

126 minutes | MPAA rating: PG-13

Color me disappointed.

On paper “The Fall Guy” sounds damn near perfect…two of my faves (Ryan Gosling, Emily Blunt) in a romantic comedy about a movie stunt man,  his director/love interest and the search for a missing movie star.

But David Leitch’s film (the screenplay is by Glen A. Larson and Drew Pearce), is mostly meh. I’m not sure whom to blame.

Veteran stunt guy Colt Seavers (Gosling) literally breaks his neck doing stand-in work for egotistical action star Tom Ryder (Aaron Taylor-Johnson).  During his long hospitalization Colt becomes estranged from his girlfriend, cinematographer Jody Moreno (Blunt).

Now Jody is making her directing debut with a big Tom Ryder sci-fi epic. She’s too stubborn to ask old beau Colt to join the team, but her sneakily manipulative producer (Hannah Waddingham) has no such qualms.

And no sooner has Colt come on the set than he learns that the megastar Tom Ryder has vanished.  He’s told to sleuth out the mystery.

So  you’ve got a sort of detective story unfolding on a movie set, and that is intertwined with a romance as Colt and Jody gingerly find their way into each other’s good graces.

Well, it should work.  Two great stars, lots of insider jokes about the movie biz, some behind-the-scenes Hollywood insights…

But no, sorry. Not this time.

| Robert W. Butler

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