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Noble Torres as young Karamakate

“EMBRACE OF THE SERPENT” My rating: B (Opens March 11 at the Tivoli)

125 minutes | No MPAA rating

Mixing elements as diverse as “Apocalypse Now,” “Aguirre, Wrath of God” and the hallucinogenic “El Topo,”  the Columbian-lensed “Embrace of the Serpent” is less a conventional narrative than a sort of head trip that audiences are invited to inhabit for two hours.

Shot in ravishing widescreen black and white and propelled by a natural soundtrack so intense you feel you’re stranded in a South American jungle, Ciro Guerra’s films tells the story of two river journeys 40 years apart.

In the years before World War I Theo (Jan Bijvoet), a German scientist and explorer, shows up in the jungle camp of Karamakate (Nilbio Torres), an astonishingly handsome young  shaman who has lived most to this life in solitude.   Theo is dying of a jungle fever and Karamakate, who claims that he is the last surviving member of his tribe, agrees to paddle this white man upstream to the land of his childhood,  where there exists a flower whose curative powers are Theo’s only hope for survival.

That journey alternates with another river journey taking place four decades later. This time Karamakate, now an old man (and portrayed by Antonio Bolivar)  accompanies an American scientist (Brionne Davis) in retracing that journey. They are searching for that same medicinal plant, although the American’s motives may be more mercenary than scientific.

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Fred Andrews

Fred Andrews

When 62-year-old Fred Andrews died on Feb. 24 after a five-year battle with cancer, he left behind more than the nationally recognized film festival he created from scratch.

He also passed on to those who knew him a lesson in perseverance. “Can’t” was not part of his vocabulary.

In 1997, Andrews founded the Kansas City Filmmakers Jubilee, which since has merged with the Kansas City International Film Festival.

You’d expect a guy who founded a film festival to be some sort of cineaste. A film professor, perhaps, or a filmmaker.

Andrews was neither (though in the weeks before his death he completed a documentary about Kansas City barbecue and music). He was a big, bearded guy in jeans and plaid shirt who did tech work for Sprint.

Andrews was a film lover, but not in an academic or intellectual sense. He knew next to nothing about film theory, film production or film criticism.

He was just a guy who got a thrill from going to the movies, which is why he volunteered to work with the Kansas City Film Society.

There Andrews met local filmmakers, an underground army of aspiring moviemakers toiling in obscurity, working day jobs and devoting their weekends to capturing their dreams on film. They relied on volunteer casts and crews and financed their low-budget efforts by hook or by crook, all in the hope that someone would see their work.

“They all told me that their biggest need, other than money, is an audience,” Andrews would say. “I thought that was something we could help them with.’’

So he got to work organizing the first Jubilee, which ran for one weekend and featured 23 entries from local film and video artists.

By the second year the number of films exhibited had tripled, and Andrews had enlisted partners like the Film Society, the Independent Filmmakers Coalition, UMKC Continuing Education Arts & Sciences and the Kansas City Art Institute

By the fourth year the fest had ballooned into a nine-day extravaganza. Not only did filmmakers from all over the globe fly into town to show their movies, but the Jubilee offered seminars on cinema technology and financing geared to the needs of struggling filmmakers. Continue Reading »

Tina Fey...embedded

Tina Fey…embedded

“WHISKEY TANGO FOXTROT” My rating: B-

112 minutes | MPAA rating: R

Despite Tina Fey’s name above the title, “SNL’s” Lorne Greene as a producer, and a trailer that makes it look like a barrel of yuks, “Whiskey Tango Foxtrot” is not exactly a comedy.

Oh, there are some great laughs here. But this film from writer/directors Glenn Ficarra and John Sequa (“I Love You Phillip Morris,” “Focus,” “Crazy, Stupid, Love”) aims for bigger targets and generally hits them.

Based on journalist Kim Barker’s memoir of reporting on the Afghan war, “Whiskey Tango…” is about a more-or-less complacent American gal who gets bitten by the bug of high-intensity, risk-taking journalism.

As the film begins TV news writer Kim Baker (Fey) hasn’t a clue what she’s doing in the war zone that is Afghanistan. She’s naive about Muslim culture (particularly as it applies to mingling the sexes). She’s embedded with a unit of Marines who politely tolerate her ignorance (she discovers that a “wet hooch” is a tent with a shower), though they gradually warm up to her.

And she succumbs to the party atmosphere that explodes every booze-filled night as Western journalists — virtual prisoners in their frat house of a Kabul compound — let off steam through mass misbehavior.

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Tom Hardy as Reggie and Ronnie Kray

Tom Hardy as Reggie and Ronnie Kray

“LEGEND” My rating: B

132 minutes | MPAA rating: R

Brit thesp Tom Hardy was up for an Oscar this year for his supporting work as a  murderous fur trapper in “The Revenant.”  But the Academy folk overlooked his greatest performance(s) of 2015 when they failed to recognize Hardy’s work in “Legend.”

In this crime drama from writer/director Brian Helgeland (“A Knight’s Tale,” “42,” and the screenplays for “L.A. Confidential” and “Mystic River”) Hardy plays two characters drawn from real life.

In the 1960s identical twins Reggie and Ronnie Kray were the kings of crime in London’s East End. But although they shared identical genes, the siblings could hardly have been more different.

Reggie was a spiffy-dressing, silver-tongued charmer and lady’s man. With his breezy glad-handing style he could have been a politician. And if Reggie  couldn’t get what he wanted with charm, there was always the option of a mind-changing beat-down.

(For all the fear they generated, the Krays weren’t terribly bloodthirsty — at least by American gangster standards. Their stock in trade was intimidation…the mere threat of bodily harm usually was sufficient.)

Ronnie, on the other hand, was a hulking, brooding psychopath who radiated brutal potential. Plus he was openly bisexual at a time when homosexual acts were still illegal (not that any sane individual would exhibit even a trace of homophobia in his presence). One shudders at the physical abuse his sexual partners must have undergone.

 

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Theo Rossi, Michael Harney and Karen Allen

Theo Rossi, Michael Harney and Karen Allen

“BAD HURT” My rating: B

101 minutes | No MPAA rating

More than three decades after winning our hearts in “Raiders of the Lost Ark,” Karen Allen reveals herself to be an actress of heartbreaking power.

In Mark Kemble’s “Bad Hurt” she plays Elaine Kendall, matriarch of a struggling blue collar household in New York’s Staten Island. It’s a family threatening to spin apart at any moment; only Elaine’s monumental determination keeps it more or less whole.

The Kendalls have been dealt a tough hand.  Their oldest child, Kent (Johnny Whitworth) has returned from Middle Eastern duty a drug-scarfing wreck literally living in the attic. No job, no prospects. Even the V.A. is tired of dealing with him.

Their second child, DeeDee (Iris Gilad) is a four-year-old mind in a 35-year-old body. Though she works assembling cardboard boxes for a company that caters to impaired individuals, she must be constantly watched. Particularly concerning is her relationship with another developmentally developed young man who, she says, “put his fingers in me.”

The third and final Kendall offspring is Todd (Theo Rossi, Juice on TV’s “Sons of Anarchy”), who drives a shortbus for neighborhood retirees and dreams of becoming a police officer, although he has failed the entrance exam numerous times. He may be a borderline loser, but compared to his siblings Todd is a paragon of responsibility.

The strain of dealing with the kids for so many years has driven Elaine’s husband Ed (Michael Harney of “Orange is the New Black”) to drink. He’s currently on the wagon, but a relapse might happen at any time. Meanwhile the Kendalls’ marriage is shaky — Ed has moved out to a makeshift bedroom in the backyard garage.

It’s a tense, frequently explosive yarn, with just about every cast member getting at least one big moment.

And it comes as no surprise to learn that writer/director Kemble (here adapting his stage play with co-writer  Jamieson Stern) has a sibling with developmental problems. The film’s depiction of DeeDee and her infantile but genuine love for her co-worker Willie is tender, sad and often unexpectedly funny. (And you’d best believe “Bad Hurt” needs all the comic relief it can muster.)

This is Kemble’s first feature film, and for the most part it works. Once we accept that one family could face so many obstacles, the film gets to work illustrating the ways in which we humans deal with the weight of so heavy a load.

 

| Robert W. Butler

(Clockwise from left): Tugba Sunguroglu, Ilayda Akdogan, Gunes Sensoy, Elit Iscan and Doga Zeynep Doguslu

(Clockwise from left): Tugba Sunguroglu, Ilayda Akdogan, Gunes Sensoy, Elit Iscan and Doga Zeynep Doguslu

“MUSTANG” My rating: B+ (Opens March 26 at the Tivoli)

97 minutes | MPAA rating: PG-13

The Oscar-nominated (for best foreign language film) “Mustang” already has been denounced in some quarters as anti-Islamic and/or anti-Turkish.

But the true target of writer/director Deniz Gamze Erguven’s remarkable film is patriarchy, a social system hardly exclusive to any one religion or country.

At first glance this effort from Erguven (born in Turkey but since adolescence a resident of France) and co-writer Alice Winocur  looks like a clone of Sofia Coppola’s 1999 “The Virgin Suicides.”

In a seaside Turkish burg five orphaned sisters (their ages range from 10 to 16) are being raised by their grandmother, who does the nurturing, and by a bachelor uncle, a lawyer who by virtue of his sex is considered the head of the household and the last word on all matters involving his wards.

As the film begins the girls have just been freed for summer vacation and celebrate by romping in the surf with several boys from their school.  They’re all fully dressed and, by Western standards, their play seems harmless enough.

But some busybody notices the girls riding on the shoulders of the boys as they joust in the waves, and word gets back to Uncle Erol (Ayberk Pecan), who goes ballistic at the impropriety of it all. The girls are accused of salaciousness and subjected to medical exams to ensure that they remain virgins.

It’s not so much that the girls are rebellious as they are naturally happy, rowdy, mischievous young people. Granted, the fierce energy exhibited by these beautiful “mustangs” has an unmistakably sexual component, but the girls know the ground rules.  Even the oldest, Sonay (Ilayda Akdogan), who sneaks out at night to be with her boyfriend, confides to her siblings that she practices anal sex so that she can go to her wedding a virgin.

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triple-9-dom-195_192_T9_KA_R34_RV_3_W10_SL_rgb-e1444670190309“TRIPLE 9” My rating: C+

115 minutes |MPAA rating: R

John Hillcoat’s new crime thriller “Triple 9” is only slightly less apocalyptic than his film of Cormac McCarthy’s “The Road.” And “The Road,” of course, was about the literal end of the world.

With a big cast of fine actors (few of whom, oddly, get to do much acting) and a sprawling urban canvas reminiscent of Michael Mann’s “Heat,” this is the story of one-time good guys who are now bad guys.

Terrell (Chiwetel Ejiofor) and Russell (Norman Reedus) are former military special forces types now earning a living planning big capers on behalf of the Russian mob.  As the film begins they’re pulling off a daring bank robbery that almost goes south (and leaves them covered in red dye) thanks to Russell’s loser brother, Gabe (Aaron Paul).

Chietol Ejiwifor

Chiwetel Ejiofor

Terrell and Russell are so effective at what they do because they have inside help. Marcus (Anthony Mackie) and Jorge (CliftonCollins Jr.) are police detectives gone rogue. They not only help in planning these crimes, they suit up to participate. And then they help the thieves cover their tracks.

To say that these guys lack a moral compass is an understatement. Matt Cook’s screenplay never asks why or how our protagonists were corrupted; certainly the characters aren’t into soul searching.

But the result is a taut film that feels weirdly uninhabited…as a viewer I’d be at least as interested in how these guys came to this low ethical state as I am in the mechanics of their heists.

Their saving grace is that as bad as they are, they aren’t as bad as the Russian crime tsarina Irina (Kate Winslet), who’s about as hard a lady as you could ever meet.  For this tough cookie pulling the teeth of a couple of miscreants, locking them  in a car trunk and setting the whole thing on fire is all in a day’s work.

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Hugh Jackman, Taron Egerton

Hugh Jackman, Taron Egerton

“EDDIE THE EAGLE”  My rating: B- 

 144 minutes  | MPAA rating: PG-13

In the movies, a great story trumps just about every other consideration.

“Eddie the Eagle” is a stolidly inartistic effort burdened with washed-out cinematography, just-OK special effects and a faux-Vangelis soundtrack.

But the more-or-less real-life yarn it tells is such a laugh-inducing, lump-in-the-throat-producing audience pleaser that criticism is beside the point.

The 1988 Winter Olympics in Calgary, Alberta, gave us the Jamaican bobsled team, subject of the 1993 film “Cool Runnings.” But another oddity of those games was Eddie Edwards, a geeky Brit who showed up as the sole member of his country’s ski jumping team.

Eddie, who had taken up the sport only a year earlier, was clearly out of his league competing against the world’s best. But his goofball personality and obvious love of the sport won over the crowds, who dubbed him Eddie the Eagle and made him a celebrity.

In Dexter Fletcher’s film, Eddie is played by Taron Egerton, who in “Kingsman: The Secret Service” played the street punk who becomes a sophisticated James Bond-ish spy. Here he’s virtually unrecognizable, hiding behind a blond mop, bottle-bottom eyeglasses and an expression of earnest bewilderment.

Far from being a suave secret agent, Egerton’s Eddie is more like Forrest Gump. He’s not feeble-minded, exactly, but he’s childlike enough to believe that dreams come true. And just bright (and lucky) enough to figure out how to get there.

The screenplay by Sean Macaulay and Simon Kelton plays fast and loose with the facts of Eddie Edwards’ life and quest for Olympic immortality. What it gets right, though, is their subject’s never-say-die determination.

In a brief prologue we see Eddie as a boy with “weak knees” and a leg brace that squeaks with every step. Despite a near-total lack of athletic ability, he obsesses about competing in the Olympics. Continue Reading »

**, Maggie Smith

Alex Jennings, Maggie Smith

 

“THE LADY IN THE VAN”  My rating: B

104 minutes | MPAA rating: PG-13

Imagine Maggie Smith’s Dowager Countess  from “Downton Abbey” as an imperious, demanding bag lady.

That’s the premise of “The Lady in the Van,” and it is less off putting than this description suggests.

For one thing, it’s based on real events.  Playwright Alan Bennett, who wrote the screenplay from his memoir, was for years host to Miss Shepherd, an old lady who lived in his London driveway in a series of rusting vans.

For this act of charity he was routinely dismissed by his ungrateful guest, who had her own way of doing things and saw no reason to change. Apparently she believed that this preferential treatment was rightfully hers.

The film from Nicholas Hytner (“The History Boys,” “The Madness of King George”) chronicles that bizarre relationship, which went on for 15 years.

There’s a temptation to regard Bennett (played by Alex Jennings) as some sort of saint. (After all, this “houseguest” saw to her bodily functions simply by squatting in the drive.)

So that we’ll know that Bennett wasn’t a holy fool or a complete sucker, he has written into the screeenplay conversations with himself.

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Stephen James (right) as Olympian Jesse Owens

Stephan James (right) as Olympian Jesse Owens

“RACE” My rating: B-

134 minutes | MPAA rating: PG-13

“RACE”  2 1/2 stars   PG-13   134 minutes

Eighty years, a world war and a civil rights revolution later, the story of Olympic track star Jesse Owens still packs a wallop.

Here was an African-American athlete who had to endure racism at home yet became the standard bearer for the American Olympic team at the 1936 Berlin games, winning a record four gold medals.

Owens provided so conclusive a refutation of Nazi racial theories that Adolf Hitler left  the stadium so he wouldn’t be photographed congratulating a black man.

As you’d expect, “Race,” the cleverly-titled film about the ’36 games — is inspiring. But it is also insipid.

When it’s dealing with the big issues of history and race, this film from director Stephen Hopkins (“The Ghost and the Darkness,” “Predator 2” and a ton of TV) generally gets it right, placing Owens’ achievements against a background of discrimination and political upheaval that makes them all the more impressive.

On the level of personal drama, though, “Race” feels like a standard-issue sports movie: not exactly wince-worthy, but cliched and superficial.

But, hey, you can’t be too disappointed in a film that offers as one of its characters the great German documentarist Leni Riefenstahl.

The screenplay by Joe Shrapnel and Anna Waterhouse alternates between Owens’ personal story — that of a high school track star who wins a scholarship to Ohio State University, sets world records and aims for the Olympics — and the societal and political convulsions of those years.

In the private story line Jesse (“Selma’s” Stephan James) gets tough love from track coach Larry Snyder (KC’s Jason Sudeikis, in his first serious dramatic role). He becomes famous, falls for a fancy lady, then thinks better of it and seeks forgiveness from the hometown gal (Shanice Banton) by whom he has a young daughter.

But it’s pretty obvious that training montages and an unremarkable romance didn’t inspire the screenwriters. What lights their fire is the chance to re-create the world of the 1930s.

For example, at a meeting of the U.S. Olympic Committee, member Jeremiah Mahoney (William Hurt) squares off against chairman Avery Brundage (Jeremy Irons) over whether, by going to Berlin, American athletes are endorsing Naziism. The scene plays like a moral and intellectual battle of giants. Continue Reading »