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Michael Townsend in a recreation of the secret mall apartment

“SECRET MALL APARTMENT” My rating: B+(Netflix)

92 minutes | No MPAA rating

It starts as a quirky news story, the sort of thing morning talk show hosts chat about between the really depressing news items.

In 2007 it was reported that the operators of the Providence Place Mall in Providence, R.I., had discovered a secret apartment in an unoccupied corner of the building.  For four years several local artists had been using it as a sort of clubhouse, occasionally spending the night in the unheated, unairconditioned space.  They had surreptitiously filled the area with thrift-shop furniture, a TV and a PlayStation.

From that tantalizing revelation filmmaker Jeremy Workman has fashioned a documentary that slowly expands to embrace not just the story of the secret apartment but an entire world view.

“Secret Mall Apartment” begins with the building of the mall in 1999.  Thie project encroached on the old buildings that provided studios and living space for local artists (Providence, home of the Rhode Island School of Design, evidently is rich with bohemian types). 

From the beginning the project rubbed many the wrong way.  The effort at gentrification not only displaced citizens, but once completed it was obvious that Providence Place was aimed at the well-heeled, not the struggling locals. And it was a death knell for area mom-and-pop retail outlets.

Curious about this leviathan of caste-conscious capitalism in their midst, eight artists from the neighborhood began exploring the imposing edifice.  Their leader was Michael Townsend, a red-haired string bean who first discovered the secret space and, ironically, became the only one of the squatters who faced criminal charges once the apartment was discovered. (In fact, Townsend refused to divulge the identities of his fellows; this film is the first time they have publicly acknowledged their participation.)

The key word here is “artist.” From the outset Townsend and his buds viewed their invasion of the mall as a sort of performance art — art that quietly defied the voracious system that had disrupted their community.

Perhaps the most amazing thing about all this is that the participants routinely recorded their activities with cheap video cameras purchased at the mall’s Radio Shack.  We can see them in action, struggling to move heavy furniture through crawl spaces and up steep ladders, even building a cinderblock wall (with mysterious locked door) to keep out intruders.

Of course their activities were secret, and some of their capers (like smuggling several tons of construction materials into the building while avoiding mall security) defy comprehension.  But it’s all here on scratchy videotape.

There’s more.  Townsend emerges as a sort of community-minded artist-as-angel.  Even while hanging out at the mall he created his own art form, using colored rolls of masking tape to make playful murals on the walls of a children’s hospital. In time the kids would make their own murals…which could be removed without damaging the paint job.

Very cool. In fact, Townsend turned his masking tape art  into a small business. His attitude permeates the film…playful, modest, unstoppably creative. Nevertheless, he’s been banned from the mall for life.

But here’s the cherry on the sundae:  “Secret Mall Apartment” played for a full year in the Providence Place Cinema inside the mall.

What goes around…

Ben Affleck, Matt Damon

THE RIP” My rating: C+(Netflix)
113 minutes | MPAA rating: R


“The Rip” is half a good movie…the first half.


The setup of Joe Carnahan’s thriller finds a unit of Miami cops mourning a fellow officer killed in what looks like a gangland hit.  Now they respond to a tip about strange goings on at a local house.


Members of the team (Matt Damon, Ben Affleck, Steven Yeun, Teyana Taylor, Catalina Sandino Moreno) find the place occupied by a young Hispanic woman (Sasha Calle) who claims to be preparing the house — her late grandmother’s — for sale.


Except that hidden in a  wall the team finds several million dollars in cash.  Clearly the local cartel has been using the place as a sort of safety deposit box.


And then they notice that all the other homes on the street appear to be unoccupied. Creepy.


Protocol requires that the money be counted on the premises…which means the bunch must spend several hours thumbing through stacks of money, all the while awaiting the arrival of well-armed sicarios.  Why doesn’t the team leader (Damon) call for reinforcements?


This is where “The Rip” goes out of control. The screenplay by Carnahan and Michael McGrale postulates that any one of the team may be a traitor.  In fact, there’s a possibility that someone high in the force’s chain of  command may be pulling the strings. No one can be trusted.


The film’s opening moments are an intriguing melding of world-weariness and growing tension.  With the discovery of the cash you can feel the noose tightening. 


But little by little “The Rip” devolves into a b-the-numbers action flick.  The cast is strong, but they’re at the mercy of the material.

Emily Blunt, Dwayne Johnson

“THE SMASHING MACHINE” My rating: B- (HBO Max)
123 minuts | MPAA rating: R


Dwayne Johnson gives what may be a career-high performance in Benny Safdie’s “The Smashing Machine.”


As real life UFC fighter Mark Kerr, the Rock is practically unrecognizable beneath prosthetics and wig.  He seems to effortlessly slip into the persona of a reasonably decent guy who is undone by frustrated ambitions and addiction.


Johnson’s nuanced, pain-wracked perf is only one surprise in “Smashing Machine.” The other is real life UFC star Ryan Bader, astonishingly good as Kerr’s training partner and probable future opponent Mark Coleman.


And then there’s Emily Blunt.  I’m a huge fan, but here she plays Kerr’s on-again, off-again girlfriend Dawn. Talk about a toxic relationship!!  Any film that can make me hate Emily Blunt has much to answer for. Despite the movie’s strong  points, I was left with a bitter taste in my mouth.


| Robert W. Butler

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Damson Idris, Brad Pitt

“F1: THE MOVIE” My rating: B- (Apple+)

155 minutes | MPAA rating: PG-13

Joseph Kosinski’s “F1” has just about enough plot to fill a teaspoon.

But it also has one of our most charismatic leading men and a whole shitload of cars roaring around at 200+ m.p.h.

That’s enough for a good time at the movies.  But a nomination for the Best Picture Oscar?  

Anyway, what we’ve got here is Brad Pitt as Sonny Hayes, an over-the-hill driver who, decades after a career-ending accident, lives out of his van going from race to race like a surf bum or struggling bull rider. He’ll drive whatever is put in front of him…the need for speed cannot be quenched.

As “F1” begins Sonny is recruited by an old pal from back in the day. Ruben Cervantes (Javier Bardem) is a former racer now heading up his own Formula One team. But he’s struggling and needs an edge…one he believes Sonny can provide.

This does not sit well with the team’s other driver, the up-and-coming Joshua Pearce (Damson Idris).  He scoffs at the “old man.” They’re oil and water…Joshua is loud and brash while Sonny is self-contained, wryly ironic and largely uncommunicative.

The differences extend even to their training regimen…Joshua takes full advantage of the high-tech toys designed to improve strength and accuracy, while Sonny juggles tennis balls and jogs.

Pitt’s perfect for the role, He doesn’t have to do much emoting; Sonny’s quiet personality radiates intensity.

You can see where this is going.  Little by little the burned-out Sonny will get back in the game; eventually his bend-the-rules style and track smarts impress even the cocky Joshua. Does anyone doubt that by movie’s end they’ll be the perfect team?

A bit of romance is provided by Kerry Condon as Kate, who we’re told is the only woman car designer and engineer in the F1 universe.  Over several years I’ve become a huge Condon fan — she’s a fantastic actress whose unassuming beauty is way more lady-next-door than Hollywood glamourpuss.

But all this human stuff is merely window dressing on the main event. I’m talking about the cars, captured by cinematographer Claudio Miranda with fetishistic appreciation. The film often plants us behind the wheel (you don’t so much get into a Formula One car as put it on) and the race scenes are genuinely pulse-pumping.

I cannot vouch for the accuracy of the behind-the-scenes world of F1 racing depicted here, but it appears that putting together a competitive team is a technological challenge on the level of a NASA-sponsored trip to Mars.

Given its gruel-thin content, “F1’s” 2 and 1/2-hour running time isn’t warranted.  Still, I don’t regret the time spent on watching it.

Imogen Poots, Brett Goldstein

“ALL OF YOU” My rating: B (Apple+)

98 minutes | MPAA rating: R

The Brit romance “All of You” is far from perfect, but it’s got some of the best dialogue heard in ages while depicting a love story that simmers at low heat.

The initial setup is vaguely science fiction-ish.  Simon (“Ted Lasso’s” Brett Goldstein) and Laura (Imogen Poots) have been besties since college…they’re each other’s closest confidant, a dynamic made possible in part because they are not and never have been lovers.

In the opening passages Laura decides to take advantage of a new high-tech service guaranteed to find your perfect soulmate wherever he or she may be in the world.  Laura’s results hit fairly close to home…she’s hooked up with Lukas (Steven Cree) who, as advertised, seems perfect for her.

Marriage and motherhood follow.  But it’s obvious to those of us watching that Simon, who believes in finding romance the old-fashioned way, suffers from a world-class case of unrequited love.

The question is whether Laura and Simon will ever take the plunge.

The screenplay by Goldstein and director William Bridges centers mostly on encounters between Laura and Simon over the years.  Their dialogue is achingly honest and often bleakly hilarious…they’re so much on one another’s wavelengths that they’ll express thoughts that would drive away many a potential lover.

C’mon…if two people were ever made for each other it’s Simon and Laura.

Those with short attention spans will undoubtedly drift off during the couple’s prolonged bouts of give-and-take.  But Goldstein and Poots are so convincing, so perfectly tuned in to the dialogue and each other, that we’re sucked in.  

Maybe heartbreak is inevitable…but you won’t know until you try.

| Robert W. Butler

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Dacre Montgomery, Bill Skarsgard

“DEAD MAN’S WIRE” My rating: B (In theaters)

105 minutes | MPAA rating: R

The ghost of “Dog Day Afternoon” haunts Gus van Sant’s “Dead Man’s Wire,” a criminal yarn about one man’s fight against basically everybody.

Like Sidney Lumet’s 1975 classic, “Dead Man…” is based on a real event, yet another case of life one-upping art.

One morning in 1977, Indianapolis resident Tony Kiritsis (Bill Skarsgard) walked into the headquarters off the Meridian Mortgage Company.  He was a familiar face; the friendly girl at the front desk paid no attention to the long, narrow box Tony carried.

Maybe she figured it contained rolled up blueprints.  After all, Tony was a long-time customer who had borrowed money to design and build a shopping center on property he owned on the edge of town.

Nope.  Inside was a shotgun fitted with a wire loop at the muzzle.  Once in the executive offices Tony confronted Richard Hall (Dacre Montgomery), son of the company’s owner.  He slipped the wire noose around Richard’s neck and informed him that any movement would automatically discharge a full load of buckshot into his head.

Then Tony started working the phones, determined to inform the world of the wrongs he had suffered at the hands of the Hall family — especially Richard’s father M.L. (Al Pacino), who was off on a vacation.

The standoff unfolded over several days. Tony talked a local radio DJ (Colman Domingo) into serving as his spokesman and p.r. agent.  Meanwhile the cops — especially hardboiled detective Michael Grable (Cary Elwes) — tried to satisfy Tony’s impossible demands while avoiding mayhem that would be televised nationally.

Austin Kolodney’s screenplay walks a fine line between real tension and oddball humor.  Tony may be crazy, but he talks a good talk, and there flashes of absurdism throughout.  

The key to Skarsgard’s performance is his ability to make us identify with Tony (haven’t all of us felt ripped off at some time by a big impersonal institution?) even as we squirm at the dangerous situation he’s created. 

He’s nicely matched by Montgomery, whom you may recognize from “Stranger Things.” Initially Dick is just a quaking blob of fear, but gradually the character’s survival instinct kicks in and he presents himself as a sort of collaborator.

And Pacino is delightfully hateful as a financial bigwig who would rather sacrifice his own son than cough up the restitution Tony is demanding.

Throughout Van Sant exhibits a master’s hand in modulating the film’s pacing and emotional tones.  

Timothee Chalamet

“MARTY SUPREME” My rating: C+ (In theaters)

149 minutes | MPAA rating: R

Is it possible to love a performance while borderline hating the movie that surrounds it?

In the case of Timothee Chalamet and “Marty Supreme” the answer is perplexed yes.

“Marty Supreme” is director Josh Safdie’s followup to “Uncut Gems,” a film I compared to being screamed at for two hours by an irate New York cab driver. Once again I left more exhausted than exhilarated.

This may be a minority opinion.  My critical brethren seem to adore the very things that turned me off.  Well, you know…horse races.

The screenplay by Sadie and Ronald Bronstein is based (very loosely) on the career of Marty Mauser, a working class New Yorker who in the early 1950s was a rising star in the world of table tennis.

As played by Chalamet, Marty is a juggernaut of ambition and selfishness.  He’s a pretty good Ping Pong player, but his real skill seems to be that of con man and canny manipulator. (Also, he has acne, spectacles and a skinny mustache that makes him look uncomfortably like a very young Robert Crumb.)

As the film begins Marty is working in a his uncle’s shoe store, sleeping with  old (and married) childhood friend  Rachel (Odessa A’zion) and scheming to fly to London for a big ping pong competition.  He’ll lie, cheat, steal…whatever it takes.

Once across the pond he impresses the sport’s fans with his paddle skills; his arrogant personality, on the other hand, keeps him in hot water.  Refusing to bed down at the cheap hotel he’s provided, he cons his way into a suite at the ritziest joint in town.

There he spots one-time movie goddess Kay Stone (Gwyneth  Paltrow) and kicks his seduction machine into high gear.  It’s typical of Marty that while he’s schtupping Kay he’s drumming up financial backing from her vaguely scary deep-pockets husband (“Shark Tank’s” Kevin O’Leary in a way more than adequate acting debut).

 Aside from Marty’s singleminded ambition there’s not much plot here…or rather too many plots.  “Marty Supreme” is always shooting off on some crazed tangent.  

There’s a subplot in which Rachel claims to be preggers by Marty (he’s not happy) and claims she’s being beaten by her husband (Emory Cohen).  In another a lost dog becomes a pawn in a very bloody custody battle.  Marty and a colleague become Ping Pong sharks, descending on suburban towns to challenge the local talent while betting heavily on themselves. They narrowly avoid getting lynched.

There’s murder and mayhem.  (Penn Jillette is virtually unrecognizable as a shot-gun toting, in-bred rural creep.) Close calls.  

And through it all Marty remains unrepentantly self centered.  Chalamet gives a breathless performance — which is a problem because the film never slows down enough to let us catch our breath.  It’s just one instance of bad behavior piled on another.

And this goes on for 2 1/2 hours! Some long films fly by.  This one just kept throwing the same heavy beats over and over again. 

| Robert W. Butler

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Emma Stone

“BUGONIA” *My rating: B (Prime, Peacock)

118 minutes | MPAA: R

A new film by Yorgos Lanthimos (“The Lobster,” “The Killing of a Sacred Deer,” “The Favourite,” “Poor Things”) comes with a promise.

It’ll be fascinating.  Terrifically well acted. And very weird.

“Bugonia” more than lives up to that standard, being a sort of extended “Twilight Zone” episode that starts off being about conspiracy obsessions, turns to a battle of wills, and finally goes completely off the cliff into LaLa Land.

Here’s the setup:  Corporate wonder woman Michelle (Lanthimos regular Emma Stone) is kidnapped by Teddy (Jesse Plemons) and his childlike cousin Don (AidanDelbis) and held prisoner in the basement of  the semi-rural home where they raise bees.

When Michelle awakens from the knockout drug administered by her captors she finds herself chained.  Weirder still, she’s now hairless and covered with a pasty-white lotion.

Teddy, clearly the brains of the outfit (which may not be saying much), begins interrogating Michelle.  Turns out he’s convinced she’s the vanguard of an alien invasion of Earth.  Teddy’s conspiracy theory is an incredible collection of lunatic ideas, including the notion that the aliens use  hair as a transmission device to contact their fellows.  Thus Michelle’s shaved skull. 

Emma Stone, Aidan Delbis, Jesse Plemons

Michelle, who is well versed in the art of employee manipulation, tries to talk Teddy out of this madness.  When that doesn’t work she plays on the emotions of Don, who is increasingly uncomfortable with their captive’s distress (turns out actor Aidan Delbis is himself on the spectrum, which only makes his performance that much more believable).

With Stone and Plemons we may have the year’s best acting duel, a battle of will and wits in which it’s hard to take a side, given that Michelle is a veritable font of corporate/capitalist contempt and Teddy is well on his way to bonkersdom.

And underlying it all is an escape yarn.  How will Michelle get out of this predicament?

Thematically “Bugonia” (the title refers to an ancient myth about bees being able to spontaneously generate from the carcass of a bull) is a marvelous balancing act.  It’s suspenseful and anxiety-riddled, yet shot through with satiric moments. A real emotional roller coaster.

And the ending…holly crap.  No point in ruining the surprise, but “Bugonia” takes us places we’ve never been before.

| Robert W. Butler

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“ROOFMAN” My rating: B-(Prime, Paramount)

126 minutes | MPAA rating: R

Given its near-fantastical premise and a goofy poster I was expecting “Roofman” to be a lighthearted romp.

Uh, nope.

The latest from director Derek Cianfrance (“Blue Valentine,” “The Place Between the Pines”) is a true-crime yarn whose overarching emotion is one of loss. 

Jeffrey Manchester (portrayed by Channing Tatum) was a former soldier who used his military training to launch an unusual criminal career.  His modus operandi was to break through the roof of a fast food restaurant under cover of darkness, hide in the restroom and then emerge after the employees had arrived.  Although he carried a gun Manchester was unfailingly polite, even apologetic for any trauma he was putting his victims through.

The judge wasn’t impressed by his good manners.  The “Roofman” was sentenced to nearly 40 years in prison. Perhaps even worse, Manchester’s wife divorced him and refused to let his two beloved little girls even visit.

 It took him a few years to hatch an escape plan; eventually Manchester broke out and took up residence in the unoccupied areas of a big box toy store in North Carolina.

Surviving on  a diet of candy swiped at night when nobody was around, Manchester soon had the whole place wired with cameras and monitors so the he could watch everything that was happening from his hidey hole between the walls.  

He eavesdropped on the employees, quickly concluding that the store manager (Peter Dinklage) was a dick. And Roofman was so impressed with the sideline philanthropic  work of just-divorced employee Leigh Wainscott (a superb Kirsten Dunst) that he donated a whole mess of toys (stolen, obviously) to her favored charity.

Channing Tatum, Kirsten Dunst

A romance springs up between Manchester — who passes himself off as some kind of federal cop doing top secret work — and Leigh.  And why not…this guy is charming, funny, considerate, and manages to bewitch not only Leigh’s impressionable young daughter but also her surly teenager. He even goes to church with them like the good family man he’s desperate to be.

Of course it cannot last. Slowly the noose of justice is tightening.

The screenplay by Cianfrance and Kirt Gunn is less caper flick than character study.  You can’t help liking Jeffrey Manchester, but his unthinking acceptance of criminality and  the emotional wreckage he’s likely to leave behind are more than a little worrisome.  Tatum nicely limns both sides of his personality.

The real revelation here is Dunst, who gives a heartbreaking perf as a woman who thinks that at long last the right man has come along.  An Oscar nomination is not out of the question.

“Roofman” features a whole bunch of heavy hitters in its supporting cast — LaKeith Stanfield, Emory Cohen, Juno Temple, Uzo Aruba and Ben Mendelsohn — but Tatum and Dunst are front and center giving the yarn its emotional oomph.

Jude Law, Vanessa Kirby

“EDEN” My rating: C (Netflix)

129 minutes | MPAA: R

There’s undoubtedly a good movie to be made from the mad story of Friedrich Ritter, but “Eden” isn’t it.

The latest from Ron Howard examines one of the weirder utopian experiments of the last century.

In 1929 German physician Friedrich Ritter traveled with his mistress Dore Strauch to the uninhabited island of Floreana in the Galapagos. His idea was to reinvent civilization on a small scale, drawing as inspiration Nietzsche’s notion of the Superman.

For the first couple of years Ritter and Strauch (portrayed in the film by Jude Law and Vanessa Kirby) got by mostly on supplies periodically dropped off by cargo vessels; Ritter devoted his days to typing out a manifesto summing up his ideas. Today we’d call him a crackpot.

As long as it was just the two of them their little settlement seemed copacetic enough.  And then they got visitors. Murder and mayhem ensued,

Howard and Noah Pink’s screenplay begins with the unannounced arrival of Heinz Wittmer and his wife Margret (Daniel Bruhl, Sydney Sweeney).  Inspired by sensational news reports of Ritter’s experiment, Wittmer quit his civil service job, sold everything, and shipped off with his young bride to Galapagos.

Daniel Bruhl, Sydney Sweeney

They get a chilly welcome from the arrogant Ritter, who resents the intrusion and leaves them on their own to negotiate the rigors of island life (marauding boars, unproductive soil, very little water). Against the odds, the Wittmers hang in there.  If they’re not thriving, at least they figured out how to survive.

Enter Baroness Eloise von Wagner (Ana de Armas), a party girl who arrives with three sex-slave boytoys and a mad idea to build a luxury resort in Ritter’s little realm.  She  is arrogant and entitled, uses sex as a coercive force and isn’t above stealing food and supplies from her neighbors.

The minute the Baroness arrives the movie goes off the rails. One can’t entirely blame De Armas, who has shown her chops in films as varied as “Blonde” and “Knives Out.” As written, the character is almost comically stupid and throughly maddening…I’m not sure any actress could pull it off.  

The real surprise here is Sweeney, who leaves her sex-kitten image far behind to play a rather plain and unsophisticated hausfrau who must deal with everything from giving birth alone to fighting off a pack of dogs. Turns out she’s got game (both the character and the actress).

“Eden” looks good (the cinematographer is Mathias Herndl) and there are some moments of involving physical action, but far from making a big statement the film seems satisfied with silliness.

| Robert W. Butler

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