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Bryan Cranston

“THE INFILTRATOR” My rating: B 

125 minutes | MPAA rating: R

Bryan Cranston became a household name on cable’s “Breaking Bad” by playing a decent family man seduced by the the money, violence and power of the drug trade.

In “The Infiltrator” he works an interesting variation on that setup. Here he’s a real-life lawman who goes deep undercover to undermine Pablo Escobar’s Columbian cocaine syndicate.

Director Brad Furman’s film (the screenplay is by his mother, Ellen Brown Furman) is a sort of police procedural enriched by intriguing psychological conflicts.

Set in the mid-1980s in Florida, “The Infiltrator” centers on Robert Mazur, a federal agent who comes to believe that seizing cocaine shipments is a losing strategy since there’s always more coming through the pipeline. A far more promising approach, Mazur believes, is to follow the money. The heads of the cartel can afford to lose drugs; they deeply resent losing their cash.

With the approval of his bosses (among them Amy Ryan and Jason Isaacs), Mazur creates an alter ego, shady businessman Bob Musella, who dresses well, lives big and has created a plan for laundering millions in the cartel’s ill-gotten gains. He begins by befriending the hard-drinking, whore-running street-level drug chieftains and rung by rung works his way up to the biggest movers in the Escobar cartel.

This is all very tricky, and Bob eventually finds it a challenge to separate the venal but charming Musella from his real life with a astonishingly understanding wife (Juliet Aubrey) and two kids. It must mess with your mind going from a coke-fuelled party in a topless joint to a cozy nest in the ‘burbs.

So that he won’t have to betray his wife by sleeping with a hooker (a gift from one of his new drug buddies), Bob claims to be engaged. A fellow agent, Kathy (Diane Kruger), must then step up to portray his trophy fiance. She’s a knockout, and you’ve got to wonder if under the pressure of their shared deception the two agents might not slip into a relationship of a more than professional nature.

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secret-life1“THE SECRET LIFE OF PETS”  My rating: C+

90 minutes | MPAA rating: PG

The good news: There are some very solid laughs in the animated “The Secret Life of Pets.”

The not-so-good news:  The funniest moments are in the trailer.

This film from co-directors Chris Renaud and Yarrow Cheney (“Despicable Me”) starts out with a terrific depiction of New Yorkers going to work and saying goodbye to their pets. It appears our animal buddies have figured out how to move freely from apartment to apartment (open windows, fire escapes and ventilation ducts come in handy) so as to while away the human-less hours.

The ads promise an animal version of “Toy Story,” the idea being that when humans aren’t watching our toys and our pets cavort with impunity. And the animators have done a terrific job of nailing the characteristics of various canine and feline breeds.

But the film soon slips into what I call “runaround” plotting. I.e…run over here. Now run over there. Now run over THERE.

Our hero is a dog named Max (Louis C.K.) who is absolute dedicated to his owner Katie (Elle Kemper).  At least until Katie brings home a new dog from the pound, the massive and massively ravenous Duke (Eric Stonestreet).  A doggy version of sibling rivalry erupts.

But before long Max and Duke find themselves on the street and navigating the danger of the big city (Just like Woody and Buzz Lightyear, right?), including a manic white bunnywabbit named Snowball (Kevin Hart) who is leading a sewer-dwelling army of lost pets on a crusade against their human oppressors.

The voice cast is deep (Albert Brooks, Jenny Slate, Lake Bell, Steve Coogan, Hannibal Burress, Dana Carvey, Bobby Moynihan) and the animation is great.

But the middle portion of “The Secret Life of Pets” never feels like it’s going anywhere.

| Robert W. Butler

Ashley Bell

Ashley Bell

“CARNAGE PARK”   My rating: C+ 

90 minutes  | No MPAA rating.

You’d expect sleazy and exploitative from a movie called “Carnage Park,” and this one pretty much delivers.

Horror/crime purveyor Mickey Keating (“Pod,” “Ritual,” “Ultra Violence”) can’t be called original — his ideas have been lifted from several sources (“Hostel,” Quentin Tarantino, Robert Rodriquez) — but he has the knack for putting together a good-looking, effectively creepy feature on a bare-bones budget.

The film begins with two lowlife criminals, Scorpion Joe (James Landry Hebert) and Lenny (Michael Villar), tearing down a desolate highway after a botched bank robbery.

Lenny is gut shot and clearly on the way out. Scorpion Joe is a redneck egotist with a manic faith in his own invincibility.

Also in the car is Vivian (Ashley Bell), who had the bad luck to be at the bank protesting the foreclosure on her family farm. She was taken hostage.

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Pat Healy

Basically this is Vivian’s story, and Bell does a nice job of tracking the character’s emotional orbit as she bounces between sheer hysteria and desperate survival efforts.

Most of the film takes place on the hilly, arid spread lorded over by Wyatt (Pat Healy), a Vietnam vet living in survivalist isolation. (The time is 1976, which frees writer/director Keating from any concerns about someone using a cell phone to contact the authorities.)

Wyatt is never seen except in combat fatigues, complete with helmet, gas mask and sniper rifle. He talks calmly enough, but the guy is clearly batshit crazy.

Apparently over the years he’s made a habit of kidnapping travelers on a nearby highway, subjecting them to hideous tortures and then holding big-game hunts with his prisoners as the prey. (He collects ears as trophies.)

Keating’s screenplay is heavy on flashbacks (providing backstories on characters whose deaths we’ve already seen) and oddball musical choices.  This isn’t Shakespeare, but the players are solid.  Healy’s heavy is particularly interesting.

Fans of gross-out cinema should enjoy this one.

| Robert W. Butler

Dr. John R. Brinkley...cartoon version

Dr. John R. Brinkley…cartoon version

“NUTS!” My rating: B+

79 minutes | No MPAA rating

John R. Brinkley has earned his own pedestal in the pantheon of flimflammery.

In the 1920s and ’30s Brinkley became a mega-millionaire thanks to his “cure” for impotence.  This involved transplanting goat testicles (goats being incredibly horny creatures) into the scrotums of human males. (I wonder…how many of the little boys born after their fathers underwent this unorthodox treatment were named “Billy”?)

All of this was done out of his privately financed clinic in Milford, Kansas. Not only was “Doc” Brinkley pioneering dubious medical therapies, he was also the proprietor of America’s most powerful radio station, from which he sent forth a steady diet of “hillbilly” music and editorials read by the Good Doc himself.

The Brinkley saga is a documentarian’s treasure trove, and with “Nuts!” filmmaker Penny Lane (that’s what her parents named her) delivers a hugely enjoyable yet deeply troubling look into a master manipulator.

The first thing you notice about “Nuts!” is its look.  While there are a couple of taking-head interviews and some old photos and home movies, “Nuts!” consists mostly of  a half-dozen  animated segments — each in a different style. These provide a sort of comic book spin on Brinkley’s biography…which as it turns out was pretty much a comic book from start to finish.

During  his lifetime Brinkley built a rags-to-riches history for himself. He was a masterful marketer and promoter of ideas and music.
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Ewan McGregor, Naomie Harris

Ewan McGregor, Naomie Harris

“OUR KIND OF TRAITOR” My rating: B-

107 minutes | MPAA rating: R

With “Our Kind of Traitor” Hollywood may have gone to the John le Carré well one too many times.

It’s not that the feature from director Susanna White (“Nanny McPhee Returns” and a whole load of TV)  is bad.

It just feels overly familiar. PBS, cable channels, Amazon and Netflix seem awash in Brit espionage fare, particularly titles with the le Carré pedigree. “Our Kind of Hero” tends to get lost in the mix.

Stellan Skarsgaard

Stellan Skarsgaard

Brit couple Perry (Ewan McGregor), a university lecturer, and his girlfriend Gail (Naomie Harris), an attorney, are vacationing in Marrakesh. Alas, the exotic setting is doing little to alleviate their relationship issues.  Having sex seems like more of a chore than a pleasure.

Soloing at a local restaurant, Perry is befriended by Dima (Stellan Skarsgard), a garrulous Russian accompanied by a bunch of fellow Russkies whose sharp clothes do little to disguise their thuggish demeanors.

Dima drafts the reluctant Perry for a night of clubbing. The next day he schedules a tennis game with his new bud. And Dima introduces Perry and Gail to his family (wife, three or four kids).

Anyone who’s ever seen a spy thriller knows that the unsuspecting Englishman is going to get in way over his head.

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bfg“THE BFG” My rating: B-

117 minutes | MPAA rating: PG

Among the great gifts given by young Steven Spielberg to the movies was a  sense of wonder.

Films like “Close Encounters,” “E.T.” and “Raiders of the Lost Ark” are plenty smart, but they work because of the childlike awe with which Spielberg approaches his stories.

A 69-year-old Spielberg brings back the awe with “The BFG,” a fantasy designed to tickle the kid in each of us.

Based on Roald Dahl’s 1982 children’s book, “The BFG” (it stands for “Big Friendly Giant”) soars on a couple of terrific lead performances, astonishing special effects work and a droll sensibility.

The film also represents the last screenplay by the late Melissa Mathison, whose kid-friendly credits include “The Black Stallion,” “E.T.”  and “The Indian in the Cupboard.”

Ten-year-old Sophie (a terrific Ruby Barnhill) lives in a London orphanage and dreams of escape. One night she spies an immense dark figure moving furtively through the streets.

Confronting this vision she soon finds herself in Giant Land where she is a guest/captive of The BFG (Mark Rylance), whose job it is to collect and redistribute children’s dreams.

The BFG is a benign eccentric who converses in his own brand of Yoda-speak, tossing around tongue-twisting words like “frobscottle” and “snozzcumber.”

BFG is a vegetarian, but the same cannot be said for the other giant inhabitants of the place. These skyscraper-sized Neanderthals have a taste for human flesh (especially children) and bear appropriately gruesome names like Bloodbottler and Fleshlumpeater (their voices are provided by Bill Hader, Jemaine Clement and Rafe Spall, among others). Continue Reading »

tickled“TICKLED” My rating: B

91 minutes | MPAA rating:R

As if the Internet wasn’t creepy enough, along comes “Tickled,” a documentary so suffused with anxiousness and oozing such an intimidating pall that it turns even the childlike act of tickling into a perversion.

David Farrier is a New Zealand broadcast journalist who specializes in offbeat human interest stories.  When he found an Internet site devoted to “competitive endurance tickling” he figured it was worth looking into.

The videos showed young men being tied up and tickled by other young men with fingers, feathers, even electric toothbrushes. The videos are both playful and sadistic, seemingly innocent yet weirdly homoerotic.

But as soon as he began making inquiries, Farrier received cease and desist letters from Jane O’Brien Media, the company apparently behind the videos. The firm sent a trio of “negotiators” from the U.S. to Aukland to confront Farrier and threaten him with legal actions that would gobble up his time and resources.

Most of us would bail. Not Farrier: “I didn’t want to give in to a bunch of bullies.”

And so — with friend and co-director Dylan Reeve — he began sniffing around the world of competitive tickling. Continue Reading »

Matthew McConaghy

Matthew McConaughey

“THE FREE STATE OF JONES”  My rating: C+

139 minutes | MPAA rating: R

A little-known and thought-provoking slice of Civil War arcana gets the full Hollywood treatment in “The Free State of Jones.”

Too bad it rarely rises above the level of a well-staged history lesson.

Written and directed by Gary Ross and starring Matthew McConaughey, this long (2 hours 20 minutes) epic is a Southern-fried melding of “Robin Hood” and “Spartacus.”

McConaughey plays Newton Knight, a real-life Mississippian who comes to believe he and his fellow poor whites are dying in the war for a system that only enriches wealthy slave owners.

Going AWOL from the Confederate army, Newton returns to his native Jones County, joining other fugitives — escaped slaves and army deserters — in an impregnable swamp.

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Liam Helmsworth

Liam Helmsworth

THE DUEL” My rating: C- (Opening June 24 at the Town Center)

118 minutes | MPAA rating: R

Should the revisionist Western “The Duel”  be read as an anti-Trump screed?

Unintentionally, maybe — the film surely was in the works long before the Donald announced his intention of becoming our next president.

But the themes it pursues — a willful strongman, race hatred (especially against Mexicans), an insular world view — sure make it seem like a contemporary political commentary.

As it turns out, how “The Duel” reflects current political currents is its strongest feature.

As a horse opera Kieran Darcy-Smith’s drama is pretentious, overwritten, painfully unsubtle and thoroughly ridiculous.

Texas Ranger David Kingston (Liam Hemsworth) is given an undercover assignment. An alarming number of dead bodies — most of them Mexicans — have been washing downstream from a mysterious and insular border town.

The burg is presided over by The Preacher (Woody Harrelson), a charismatic snake handler and faith healer who totally controls the lives of his congregants.

Buff, bald and over the top, Harrelson might actually be auditioning for the role of  Judge Holden in an upcoming film version of Cormac McCarthy’s Blood Meridian.

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dark“DARK HORSE”  My rating : B  

85 minutes | MPAA rating: PG

Grand ambition, small-town eccentricity, class snobbism and gorgeous horseflesh collide happily in “Dark Horse,” a documentary guaranteed to charm every animal lover or anyone who ever cheered for the little guy.

Louise Osmond’s film follows the life and career of Dream Alliance, a wildly personable horse who rose from the humblest of origins to win the 2009 Welsh Grand National.

Of course, it’s more than just the story of an equine champion.  “Dark Horse” is also the story of a ragtag bunch of local folk who got it into their unsophisticated heads that they could pool their modest resources to break into a sport dominated by royalty and nobility.

It all began when Janet Vokes, a barmaid in an economically strapped Welsh mining town, overhead a pub patron talking about his frustrating and financially draining spell as part owner of a Thoroughbred race horse.  Janet — a hard-working gal who would often juggle several jobs — decided there was no reason why she shouldn’t realize her dream of owning a racehorse.

No reason except lack of money, access to horses and the knowhow to breed and train the noble creatures.

Apparently, she’s a hell of a saleswoman. She got her dubious husband Brian — round, bearded, toothless — to get on board and in short order had convinced a syndicate of townspeople to cough up 10 pounds a week each toward the project.

They found a Thoroughbred mare idling away in a nearby pasture, bought her for a fraction of the asking price, had her bred with a promising stud and…and the result was a foal they named Dream Alliance in honor of their little syndicate.  They found a professional trainer willing to take on their animal and damned if Dream Alliance didn’t start winning races.

Of course, in doing so the horse pretty much upended the hoity toity world of racing. A bunch of no-nothings from a crumbling mining burg produce a champion?  Unheard of.

Yet Alliance — a horse with a personality as strong as that of the legendary Seabiscuit — became a sensation. Continue Reading »