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“OUTSTANDING: A COMEDY REVOLUTION” My rating: B (Netflix)

100 minutes | No MPAA rating

Part history lesson, part celebration of out culture, Page Hurwitz’s “Outstanding” digs into the world of gay standup comics.

Remarkably, Hurwitz has so much material to work with that there’s merely a passing reference to Ellen DeGeneres, the once and future queen of gay comics.

There are the usual clips of the comics doing their thing on stage and on the TV screen.  Among the notable talking heads who help put it all in perspective are Bruce Vilanch, Rosie O’Donnell, Guy Barnum, Lily Tomlin and Margaret Cho.

Big chunks of the doc are devoted to iconic gay performers like Robin Tyler (quite possibly the first out comedienne of the modern era) and style icon and angry observer Sandra Bernhard, who added some spice to the boring Reagan years.

And near the end the film looks into the rise of the new lesbian comics like Fortune Feimster and  Hannah Gadsby.

If I have a criticism of the film it’s that it overwhelming deals with lesbian comics over gay men…although much attention is paid to Eddie Izzard, whose embrace of trans ethos puts him in a class by himself.

Some of the artists featured here are worthy of stand-alone documentary treatment.  But the omnibus approach taken by Hurwitz provides an effective look at the variety and breadth of gay comedy…and whets the viewer’s appetite for more.

Eddie Murphy

“BEVERLY HILLS COP: AXEL F” My rating: C (Netflix)

118 minutes | MPAA rating: R

Early on in “Beverly Hills Cop: Axel F” Eddie Murphy’s cop Axel Foley is admonished:

“Watch your ass out there. You’re not 22 any more.”

Wise advise. The folks who made this movie should have heeded it.

This effort from director Mark Molloy and a small army of writers (Danilo Bach, Daniel Petrie Jr., Will Beall) tries to recapture the magic of the original 1984 “Beverly Hills Cop,” a magic that has been slipping away a bit more with every sequel.

The filmmakers bring back old cast members (Judge Reinholt, John Ashton, Bronson Pinchot) and toss in a couple of newbies (Joseph Gordon Levitt, Kevin Bacon and Taylour Paige, Murphy’s real-life daughter here playing Axel’s estranged offspring).

But the real problem is that they expect the 63-year-old Murphy to portray the same insouciant, fast-talking, street hustling Axel Foley of 40 years ago. That Axel was a sassy kid. The new Axel is closer to grumpy old man.

The plot finds our man leaving Detroit for L.A. when his long-alienated daughter, now a criminal attorney, is threatened by a dirty cop running the city’s anti-drug unit. There’s no mystery here; we know from square one that Kevin Bacon’s character is badly bent and it’s just a matter of time and several chase scenes before Axel wraps everything up.

There is some modest pleasure in seeing Murphy share the screen with his child; Paige is adequate in the angry daughter role, but there’s nothing here to write home about.

Mostly this new Axel adventure reminds us of just how good Murphy was a couple of years back in the rollicking and oddly heartfelt “Dolemite Is My Name.” More of that, please.

Kieran Shipka, Stanley Tucci

“THE SILENCE”  My rating: C+ (Netflix)

90 minutes | MPAA rating: PG-13

My initial review of “The Silence” began with these words: “The Silence” is such a blatant ripoff of “A Quiet Place” that John Krasinksi should be collecting its residuals.

We’re talking about a family being stalked by sightless creatures that respond to sound.  The only reason this particular bunch have a fighting chance is that they all know sign language thanks to a teenage daughter who is hearing impaired.  They can communicate without talking.

Here’s the thing. Apparently “The Silence” was based on a book published in the mid-teens, and was in production at the same time as “A Quiet Place.” Which raises the question of whether Krasinski’s film ripped off the premise of “The Silence.”

To this I have no answer. I will observe, however, that “A Quiet Place” is the superior film.

whatever. “The Silence” has been reasonably well made by director John R. Leonetti.  And he has assembled a surprisingly classy cast.

The always-reliable Stanley Tucci is the father.  Miranda Otto (the “Lord of the Rings” franchise) is the mother.  There’s the deaf daughter (Kieran Shipka…she played Dan Draper’s kid on “Mad Men”), a little brother (Kyle Breitkopf), an asthmatic grandma who always coughs at the wrong time (Kate Trotter) and a family friend (John Corbett) who seems to have better survival skills than his fellow city dwellers.

The baddies are  aerial lizards, about the size of flying squirrels.  One can mess you up, but when they attack as a flock you’re a goner. (Hmmm….maybe some of this film’s profits should go to the Hitchcock estate…there are a lot of visual references to “The Birds”.) Anyway, the special effects are convincing.

It’s a survival story with the family escaping civilization and trying to find a safe spot out in the sticks while avoiding the usual dangers of the post-apocalyptic playbook (tongue-less religious zealots, anyone?).

A momentary escape from reality.

| Robert W. Butler

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Judi Dench, Ali Fazal

“VICTORIA AND ABDUL”  My rating: B-  

112 minutes | MPAA rating: PG-13

Dame Judi Dench — who won an Academy Award for portraying one British monarch (Elizabeth I in “Shakespeare in Love”) and was nominated for playing another (Victoria in “Mrs. Brown”) — now goes for the trifecta with “Victoria and Abdul.”

Stephen Frear’s comic costume drama finds Dench once again in the glum mourning clothes of Queen Victoria, this time late in the monarch’s reign.

As you’d expect, this great actress eats up the screen, in the process compensating for a screenplay that isn’t exactly sure what it wants  to say.

This Victoria remains the isolated, lonely widow who in “Mrs. Brown” found companionship (and perhaps chaste romance) with her Scottish gamekeeper.  But now, several years down the road, she’s  getting a bit dotty. Dozing off at state dinners is  standard operating procedure. And she’s a voraciously fast diner, posing a problem for others who are expected to stop chewing when she does.

Victoria’s advisers and hangers on (played by a Who’s Who of Brit thesps like Michael Gambon, Tim Piggot-Smith and Olivia Williams)  are running the show in her intellectual absence. The  Queen’s influence is  limited to picking menus.

Based on a little-known historical incident,“Victoria and Abdul” centers on the arrival in court of Abdul Karim (Ali Fazal), one of the Queen’s Indian subjects who prior to this has been a humble clerk in a prison.

Abdul is tapped to represent India at the Queen’s Diamond Jubilee not because of his standing but because of his, er, standing — he’s a lanky fellow and clueless British officials reason that a tall man will look better presenting Her Majesty with a rare and precious gold coin from the subcontinent.

What nobody counts on is that the old gal will look into Abdul’s Omar-Sharif eyes and strike up a remarkable friendship, one that revitalizes Victoria’s mental faculties, sharpens her interest in affairs of state and threatens the status quo of the royal household.

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Eddie Izzard

“WHISKEY GALORE”  My rating: C+

98 minutes | No MPAA rating

Fueled by whimsey, a genuine feel for Scottish village life and cast with a small army of familiar Brit character actors, “Whiskey Galore” wants to capture some of the droll charm of “Local Hero” or “The Englishman Who Went  Up a Hill But Came Down a Mountain.”

But something’s missing.

This remake of 1949’s “Whiskey Galore” (regarded by many as a classic English comedy) looks good and, thanks to a soundtrack of Celtic folk music, sounds good.

But once the initial charm wears off — about 20 minutes in — the picture (Peter McDougall wrote it; Gilles McKinnon directed) bogs down in a sort of desultory sameness.

World War II has bypassed the tiny Scottish island of Todday, where life goes on pretty much as it has for the last century. But the war is about to hit Todday where it hurts.

“The island is dry,” solemnly announces the publican as he pours the last of his stock of whiskey.

“It’s been a terrible war,” laments one old barfly who exits the pub, lies down on the cobblestones and promptly expires from lack of drink. Before long every citizen wears a hangdog expression and is snapping at his fellows.

“It’s the whiskey drought,” someone explains. (more…)

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