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Taron Egerton, Jurnee Smollett

“SMOKE” (Apple+)

Sociopaths and psychopaths  are the common currency of today’s streaming environment. 

The problem, of course, is that now we’re so inundated with psychotic characters that they’ve become a bit ho-hum. It really takes something special to grab our attention.

Enter “Smoke,” a miniseries from crime specialist Dennis Lehane that delivers not one but two world-class psychos, both of whom specialize in setting things on fire.

Loosely based on the real case of an arson investigator who spent his spare time starting the blazes he was allegedly trying to solve, this show stars the chameleonic Taron Egerton as Dave Gudsen, chief arson detective for a municipal fire department in the Pacific Northwest.

Davis is a fascinating study in two-faced fiendishness.  He’s got a huge ego which he tries to hide behind a facade of professional composure and good-guy cameraderie,  but his megalomania keeps oozing out around the edges. He loves to give presentations in which he shocks his audience by planting incendiary charges in wastepaper baskets, timing them to go off at key moments during his talk. 

At home Dave’s ass-hat smugness  is quickly alienating his wife and stepson.

And he’s writing a novel (a desperately bad one) about an arson investigator very much like himself, a brilliant fellow who can run circles around the bad guys while satisfying every erotic fantasy of his curvy female partner.

Dave’s real-life female partner, Michelle (Jurnee Smollett), can only roll her eyes at this fiction.  She rather quickly goes from admiring her new mentor to suspecting that Dave may himself be responsible for a series of fatal arson incidents.

The scripts take a slow burn approach (sorry about that) in revealing Dave’s double life and the reluctance of his long-time boss (Greg Kinnear) and other colleagues to grasp just what’s going on.

Ntare Guam Mbaho Mwine

Meanwhile, there’s that second psycho, a pathetically sad but genuinely scary fellow named Freddy Faso (Ntare Guam Mbaho Mwine). This friendless loner lives in a shabby apartment, mans a grill at a fast-food franchise and dreams of joining the mainstream.  Fat chance. Freddy is a loser in virtually every way. A man without a voice, he makes himself heard by setting fires to punish those individuals (other customers celebrating at the local bar, his bosses) who he blames for his own misery.

Freddy is such a weirdly compelling/repellant character that Mwine’s performance should be incorporated into college courses about mental health.

And the fact that “Smoke” gives us one arsonist tracking down another arsonist (kinda like Dexter stalking other serial killers) turns the show into a sort of moral yo-yo.

And  while we’re cataloguing the series’ assets, let’s not forget a late-in-the-proceedings appearance by John Leguizamo, nothing short of superb as Dave’s former partner, who has long suspected he was teamed with a firebug and has now come out of a boozy, drug-riddled retirement to lend his hand in the investigation.

That said, not everything about “Smoke” works.  There’s a rather unnecessary backstory about Smollett’s character, who as a child was almost burned to death by her crazy mom.  And in the next to the last episode the writers throw Michelle a wildly improbably curveball that the show almost can’t recover from.

At nine episodes “Smoke” feels a bit padded.   But the high points compensate in the end.

Owen Wilson, Peter Dager

“STICK”(Apple+)

I didn’t expect many surprises from “Stick,” and I didn’t get many.

But what I got was sufficient. The show is funny and diverting and occasionally even shows a little heart.

Owen Wilson plays Pryce Cahill, a former professional golfer now fallen on some very hard times. Then he discovers Santi (Peter Dager),  an unknown teenage golfer who might just be the lovechild of Lee Trevino and Tiger Woods.  

Pryce decides to go on a tour of golf tournaments with the kid, bringing along the boy’s mother (Mariana Trevino) and Pryce’s former caddy, the gloriously misanthropic Mitts (Marc Maron).The goal is to somehow recover his long-lost pride and, hopefully, humiliate his long-time rival Clark Ross (Timothy Olyphant), who now runs a world-class golf club. (Is this supposed to reference Trump? Not sure.)

Among the supporting players are Judy Greer as Price’s long-suffering but still supportive ex-wife, and Lilli Kay as the evocatively gender jumbled waitress who becomes Santi’s first love.

Anna Maria Mühe

“WOMAN OF THE DEAD”(Netflix)

A female undertaker becomes an angel of vengeance in “Woman of the Dead,” a German thriller that is more nuanced than it first sounds.

When her policeman husband is killed in a hit-and-run outside their mortuary in the Austrian  Alps, Blum (Anna Maria Mühe) goes looking for answers.  What she uncovers  over the course of two seasons is a conspiracy of very rich men who make snuff films starring illegal immigrants lured to Germany by the promise of good jobs.

Blum is a fascinating character, a doting mom of two who spends her days embalming corpses. Even weirder, the recently dead often talk to her from their perch on the slab.  Is this her imagination? Is Blum a bit bonkers?

She apparently has no qualms about personally eliminating the men she blames for her husband’s demise. So as viewers we’re torn between her need for answers and her shocking vigilantism. Will she get away with it?  Do we want her to?

It helps that Mühe isn’t movie-star glamorous.  We can definitely see her as a wife and mother.

And should your attention wander, there’s always the spectacular mountain scenery.

| Robert W. Butler

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Lu is Partridge as Sid Vicious, Anson Boon as Johnny Rotten

“Pistol”  (Hulu): I never cared much for the angry artlessness of the Sex Pistols. Even so, one must admit that for a band that existed for less than three years, these Brit oafs made an indelible impression on rock ‘n’ roll.

The miniseries “Pistol” was created and largely written by Craig Pearce, frequent collaborator (“Moulin Rouge,” “The Great Gatsby” “Elvis“) of fellow Aussie Baz Luhrman. 

Danny Boyle (“Trainspotting,” “Slumdog Millionaire,” “Steve Jobs”) directed all six episodes, and is undoubtedly the single biggest factor in the show’s successful nailing of the punk scene.  Even for those who have no taste for the music, “Pistol” brilliantly presents — through camera angles, film stock, editing, set and costume design and especially some brilliant acting — the environment that birthed that rebellious genre.

It’s a social history lesson presented on a scale that is both epic and intimate. Not to mention overflowing with nervous energyl

After watching this series I finally understood the band’s importance.  (And it wasn’t for their music.)

The source material is Lonely Boy, the 2016 memoir by Steve Jones, the band’s guitarist and ostensible leader. Toby Wallace approaches the role of Jones with equal parts sex appeal, inner intelligence and outer oafishness. In the mid-70s he was on his way to becoming a career criminal when he drew the attention of  clothing shop entrepreneur Malcolm McLaren (a stone-cold brilliant Thomas Brodie-Sangster), an erudite and foppish hustler who avows anarchy but is at heart a voracious capitalist.

It is this Svengali’s idea to start a band with which to promote his clothing boutique, SEX.  Thus the birth of the Sex Pistols, an ensemble initially possessing few musical skills but exhibiting a full tank of rage, contempt  and ironic detachment.

As lead singer John ”Johnny Rotten” Lydon Anson Boon commands his every scene like a snarling feral rat.  Johnny is an insufferable asshole but don’t accuse him of duplicity; he’s just as snide, repellant and bitter in real life as in the spotlight. Later they’re joined by heroin-soaked Sid Vicious (Luis Partridge), who cares much more about getting his hair right than hitting the proper notes.

All the high (and low) points of the Pistols saga is on display here — the bad behavior, eyebrow-raising encounters with Britain’s staid media, drugs and drink.  In a sense it’s a predictable rise-and-fall-of-a-rock-band saga, but the details turn it into something truly memorable.

The series has a superb and expansive cast of supporting players, including Sydney Chandler as Jones’ Ohio-born squeeze Chrissie (the final episode delivers a forehead-slapping reveal: she is the future Chrissie Hynde of “Pretenders” fame);  Emma Appleton as Sid’s maddening groupie-with-a-vengance American muse and needle partner Nancy Spungen, and Maisie Williams (yes, GOT’s Arya Stark) as a punk fashion icon so buried beneath spiky hair and garish face paint that I didn’t recognize her until I read the cast list. 

Paul Walter Hauser, Taron Egerton

“Black Bird”  (Apple +): This prison drama from Dennis Lehane (“Mystic River”) features possibly the finest acting now available on streaming.

And, no, I’m not exaggerating.

Taron Egerton (“Kingsman,” “Rocketman”) does a complete transformation to get into the skin of Jimmy Keene, a swaggering real-life crook and lady’s man who after his conviction for drug distribution agreed to go undercover in a prison for mental cases.  

He was offered a full pardon if he could get a confession — or at least compelling evidence — of the crimes of fellow inmate Larry Hall (Paul Walter Hauser), who is being held for the murder of a young girl but in fact may have a dozen or more victims across several states.

There are the usual prison pic tropes at work here…Jimmy must negotiate a dangerous inmate heirarchy (Tony Amendola is chilling as a Mafia don who quietly rules the roost),  corrupt guards and other scary stuff.  Moreover, Jmmy cannot reveal his secret mission, meaning he’ll get no help from the prison administration and will have to survive by his own wits.

While a couple of cops (Greg Kinnear, Sepideh Moafi) work the case from the outside, Jimmy must befriend Hall, a muttonchopped mountain who talks in a soft childish voice and is infuriatingly slow to reveal much about himself. Hauser, who was terrific as one of the goons in “I, Tonya” and the star of Clint Eastwood’s “Richard Jewell,” smashes this one out of the park. Comparisons to Anthony Hopkins’ Hannibal Lecter are appropriate.

There’s also a heartbreaking subplot involving Jimmy’s father, a broken-down ex-cop played by the late Ray Lotta in his last film role.

Ultimately it comes down to an acting duel between Hall as a quietly terrifying psychopath and Egerton as a wiseass egotist who undergoes a near-total mental/emotional meltdown under the pressures of his assignment.

| Robert W. Butler

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Tom Hardy, James Gandolfini

Tom Hardy, James Gandolfini

“THE DROP”  My rating: C+  (Opens Sept. 12 at the Glenwood Arts, Eastglen 16 and Cinetopia theaters)   

106 minutes | MPAA rating: R

One of these days Tom Hardy is going to star in a film equal to his talents and then, hoo boy, watch out.

Until then we’re going to have to be satisfied with the Brit actor being the best thing in flawed efforts like “Lawless,” “Locke” and “Warrior” or as a first-rate supporting player in films like “Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Spy” and “Inception.”

In “The Drop”  the native Londoner plays Bob Saginowsky, a mumbling Brooklyn bartender who is so quiet, gentle and inoffensive that he reminds of the inarticulate Brooklyn butcher at the center of 1955’s “Marty” (for which Ernest Borgnine won the Oscar).

The solitary Bob has a soft spot for aged neighborhood lushes who can’t pay their tabs, much to the chagrin of his cousin Marv (James Gandolfini), who runs the tavern. He goes to mass several times a week (but never takes communion…what’s up with that?)  He lives alone in the house where he grew up…it’s like a time capsule of the 1960s.

And early in the film he adopts an abused pit bull puppy he discovers whimpering in a trash barrel on a frigid New York night.

For such a low-keyed guy, Bob is in a pretty hairy business. Cousin Marv’s Bar (a few years back Marv was forced to sell it to Chechen gangsters), is one of several “drop bars” where the local bookies deposit their daily take according to a top-secret schedule.

If you know when Marv’s is that day’s drop bar, you might be able to get away with a big haul.

The overly complicated screenplay by Dennis (Mystic River) Lehane — based on one of his short stories — balances Bob’s “domestic” life (including a tentative romance with the dog-loving waitress Nadia, played by Noomi Rapace) against the ever-more-dangerous machinations at the bar.

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