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Elizabeth Banks, Zac Galifianakis

“THE BEANIE BUBBLE” My rating: B-(Apple+)

110 minutes | MPAA rating: R

Notwithstanding a transformative performance from funny guy Zac Galifianakis and solid work from his three leading ladies, Apple+’s “The Beanine Bubble” left me wondering just what message its creators wanted to send.

Part cautionary tale, part character study, part historical recreation, this feature debut from directors Kristin Gore and Damian Kulash  manages to entertain even while spreading itself so thin that there’s a gaping hole in its middle.

“The Beanie Bubble” is based on the real-world  rise and fall of Ty Warner, a designer whose plush Beanie toys made him a multi billionaire in the 1990s. The Beanies weren’t just huggable animal toys for the kiddies…by some weird quirk of mass psychosis and greed they became unregulated investment instruments. Customers snatched up each new Beanie character with the dream of re-selling the dolls at an immense profit.

Kind of like crypto before crypto.

Galifianakis, Geraldine Viswanathan

The screenplay by Gore and Zac Bissonette (the latter the author of a  best-selling nonfiction study of the Beanie Baby phenomenon) borrows its basic form from no less a cinematic landmark than “Citizen Kane.”  Like Orson Welle’s masterwork, this is a study of an enigmatic individual through the eyes of those who knew him…in this case three women key to Warner’s personal and private life. (We’re told that while fictional, these three characters are based on real women in Warner’s past.)

Moreover, the film assumes a twisted  timeline, darting back and forth between incidents that covered more than a decade.  The tale could easily have been told chronologically; the choice to slice and dice the narrative may have been seen as a way of keeping the audience on its toes.  I frequently found it confusing.

Elizabeth Banks portrays Robbie, a working class gal who under Warner’s tutelage grows from auto repair shop employee to high-powered entrepreneur. She not only partners with Warner to build the Beanie brand, she becomes his lover (despite having a physically handicapped husband whom the film conveniently forgets).  Thing is, their “partnership” was never formalized, so that when the inevitable breakup arrives, Robbie has no legal standing.

Sarah Snook, Galifianakis

The second woman in Warner’s life is Maya (Geraldine Viswanathan), a teen who rejects her parents’ dreams of a medical career to sign on as a part-time receptionist at Warner’s Ty Inc. Maya is a smart cookie who immediately sees the possibilities of marketing Beanie toys through a new invention called the Internet. She’s also the one who realizes that Beanie fans are using newfangled sites like ebay to resell the toys for huge profits, thus creating a market that Ty Inc. may cannily manipulate by limiting the kinds and numbers of new toys manufactured.

Both Robbie and Maya, in their retelling of events, claim that Warner is an insecure child-man, a decent enough designer but a short-sighted businessman, and that it was their innovations that led to the company’s success.  (If customers rioting at toy stores can be considered a success.)

Like Robbie, Maya is financially screwed by Warner, who keeps her on at minimum wage despite her obvious value.

And both women make the case that once they left the company, Warner ran it into the ground, culminating with the burst of the so-called Beanie Bubble that left hundreds of thousands of “investors” holding the bag.

The third voice in all this belongs to Sheila (“Succession’s” Sarah Snook), the single mother of two young girls who finds herself falling for the charmingly boyish Ty Warner. The guy seems too good to be true…and of course he is.

Holding it all together is Galifianakis’ flamboyant turn as Warner.  Despite his outrageous pastel suits and effeminate edges, this is not an overtly comic character.  But he is wildly entertaining, overflowing with infantile enthusiasms and, once you get past the shiny package, some dark interior rumblings. 

It’s a tough gig.  Yeah, there’s plenty of business for an actor to sink his teeth into, but ultimately the Ty Warner we get is the one the three women want us to see.  Galiafanakis has to make his character come alive within the limitations imposed on him by his three narrators.

For those accustomed to Galifaniakis going for the big laugh, be aware that he here keeps himself on a short leash. This may be his best effort yet at pure acting.  He loses himself in the role  (there were times when I forgot it was him). But at heart his character remains something of a maddening mystery.  

| Robert W. Butler

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Paul Dano as the young Brian Wilson

Paul Dano as the young Brian Wilson

“LOVE & MERCY” My rating: B+

120 ninutes | MPAA rating: PG-13

Several pages in The Book of Great American Lives should be reserved for the Beach Boys’ Brian Wilson, whose 72 years have been packed with genius, celebrity, madness and redemption.

There’s more to the Wilson saga than could ever be wedged into just one movie, but Bill Pohlad’s “Love & Mercy” spectacularly chronicles one man’s rise-fall-rise in riveting human (and musical) terms.

Pohlad, a first-time feature director with an impressive list of producing credits (“12 Years a Slave,” “Into the Wild,” “Brokeback Mountain”) and screenwriters Oren Moverman and Michael A. Lerner have come up with a brilliant way of presenting Wilson’s story.

They’ve made two movies: one set in the 1960s starring Paul Dano as the young Brian, the other in the mid-’80s with John Cusack taking on the role. They so cannily entwine the two that just as the first, earlier story is spiraling into tragedy, the second tale, of the middle-aged Brian, is struggling toward recovery.

Let’s acknowledge up front that neither Dano nor Cusack looks much like the real Brian Wilson. Nor do they really resemble each other.

Doesn’t matter. Through some sort of cinematic alchemy, each actor nails the essence of Wilson at different stages of life. And far from triggering a disconnect, the casting of two performers in the same role enhances the story’s richness.

“Love & Mercy” opens with a montage of newsreel-like re-creations of the early Beach Boys in action — on the concert stage, posing for publicity photos on the beach (most of them were not actually surfers), playing for a “Shindig”-like TV show (go-go girls as a backdrop).

These are the heady days of innocence, fame and hit singles. We sense almost immediately, though, that the songwriter and arranger, Brian, stands apart from the group. He’s an odd duck, unnerved by live performances, crippled by panic attacks and driven to create music that he can hear in his head but must struggle to capture on tape.

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“OUR IDIOT BROTHER” My rating: C- (Opening wide Aug. 26)

90 minutes | MPAA rating: R

The only person likely to win any awards for “Our Idiot Brother” is the anonymous editor who cut the trailer. This unsung hero took an aggressively unfunny comedy and so effectively manipulated bits and pieces as to evoke potential ticket buyers’ memories of other, much funnier Paul Rudd films like “I Love You Man.”

But make no mistake, this is bottom-drawer stuff that, by all rights, should have shuffled straight off to home video.

And what makes it even more discombobulating is that “Brother” wastes a slew of good comic actors.

Ned (Rudd) may not be precisely an idiot, but he’s slow enough on the uptake to be in perennial trouble. Also he cannot lie. When a cop in uniform asks him for some weed, Ned takes pity on the poor flatfoot and sells him some. Result: Prison.

Newly out, Ned is passed back and forth among his three sisters. His childlike pechant for honesty gets him in one scrape after another.

Sister Liz (Emily Mortimer) doesn’t appreciate it when Ned reveals that her filmmaker husband (Steve Coogan in typical supercilious mode) is having an affair with the ballerina who is the subject of his latest documentary.

Sister Miranda (Elizabeth Banks), a magazine journalist, tries to use a source’s off-the-record comments in her latest piece. Ned calls her on it.

And Sister Natalie (Zooey Deschanel), in a relationship with another woman (Rashida Jones), doesn’t appreciate Ned letting it slip that she’s pregnant by an artist friend.

The best that can be said for this film from director Jesse Peretz and writers David Schisgall and Evgenia Peretz is that the hirsute Rudd (he looks like a very happy Jesus) exudes a sweetness that helps make up (though not nearly enough) for the script’s lack of cleverness and wit.

I mean, didn’t anybody read the screenplay?

| Robert W. Butler


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