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“THE PENGUIN LESSONS” My rating: B(Netflix)

115 minutes | MPAA rating: PG-13

I’ve avoided watching “The Penguin Lessons” because, well, penguins and lessons. Sounded just a bit too emotionally pushy, you know?

Having finally watched this Peter Cattaneo-directed effort, I can report that my misgivings were misplaced.  The film is subtle, unsettling and about as unsentimental as a movie with a two-foot-tall feathered costar could be.

It helps that the film is based on the real-life story of Tom Michell, a British educator who in the 1970s found himself teaching English to the boys in a posh boarding school in Argentina.

When we first meet Michell (Steve Coogan), he’s a wryly caustic fellow oozing ennui.  We’ll learn much later that he’s attempting to outrun a personal tragedy.

On a seaside vacation to nearby Uruguay, Michell stumbles across a flock of penguins who have succumbed to a massive oil spill.  He retrieves the lone surviving bird and cleans it up in his hotel room (to be honest, his kindly display is intended to impress the woman he met that night at a dance club).

Anyway, once rescued the penguin refuses to leave. Michell is stuck with the fishy-smelling creature, reluctantly smuggling it back to Argentina in a backpack. He tries to pawn off the bird on anyone who’ll take it (a customs official, the local zoo) but ends up secreting it in his on-campus apartment.

The setup screams “cute,” but director Cattaneo and screenwriter Jeff Pope deftly sidestep all the pitfalls. For one thing, there’s no attempt to anthropomorphize the penguin.  He’s basically an eating machine that waddles. No personality to speak of — although just by being his cute, mute self he elicits confessional revelations from the humans who hang with him.

The eccentric creature — dubbed Juan Salvador by his savior — also proves a classroom asset, focusing the attention of the normally unruly rich twits who attend the school. Grades actually start improving, much to the delighted surprise of the stuffy headmaster (Jonathan Pryce).

Here’s where “The Penguin Lessons” turns the tables.  Michell was on hand for the military coup that for several years turned Argentina into a fascist camp where more than 30,000 citizens were “disappeared” for their political, intellectual and moral proclivities.

One of these unfortunates is Anna (Julia Fossi), a young cleaning lady at the school who is an outspoken liberal and always taunting Michell for his political indifference. Michell witnesses Anna being snatched off the street by a pack of government thugs. Appalled by his own cowardice for not interfering, he joins the girl’s grandmother (Vivian El Jaber) in a months-long search to discover Anna’s fate.

Now this is pretty dark stuff…and darker still because it mirrors recent images of masked ICE agents snatching dark-skinned people off America’s streets.

Coogan is a specialist at humanizing vaguely repellant characters, and here he quietly and efficiently limns Michell’s moral journey.  The supporting players are all fine, from the leads to the entitled adolescents who occupy Michell’s classroom (they could have called this “The Dead Penguin’s Society”).

Jenna Ortega

“DEATH OF A UNICORN” My rating: C (Netflix)

107 minutes | MPAA rating: R

Not even an A-list cast can do much with “Death of a Unicorn,” a hodgepodge of myth, father-daughter bonding, greedy rich folk and a big dose of gut-splattering violence.

Alex Scharfman’s film (he both wrote and directed) finds corporate attorney Elliott (Paul Rudd) and his surly daughter Ridley (Jenna Ortega) cruising down a mountain road en route to the alpine compound occupied by Elliott’s employers, a family of pharmaceutical robber barons.

At first Elliott thinks he’s hit and killed a deer.  Actually it’s a honest-to-God unicorn, a creature whose long horn is capable of delivering psychedelic experiences, healing diseases and even bringing the dead back to life.

Their moneyed hosts (Richard E. Grant, Will Poulter, Téa Leoni) quickly realize the creature’s powers could be a game-changer and launch plans to harvest whatever other unicorns may be frolicking in the woods.

What they don’t realize is that these creatures are malevolent, with the fangs of a carnivore, the speed of a charging rhino and the ability to crash through doors and walls.

The tone is all over the place.  “…Unicorn” wants to be a satire of corporate greed, but it’s hitting at a pretty obvious target. (Drug executives? Really?) Meanwhile it’s hard to root for the unicorns…they’re some mean mofos. 

And the violence is wildly gruesome…yet we’re supposed to laugh.  Those are some mixed messages.

Adolescent Ridley advocates a more humane approach to the whole situation; gradually bringing Dad Elliott into her corner.  Of course, you can’t exactly wave the flag of peace when these monsters are laying siege to your aerie.

| Robert W. Butler

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Michael Douglas

“FRANKLIIN” (Apple+)

 I love just about everything about “Franklin”…except for Franklin himself.

So let’s be brutally honest here: Michael Douglas as Benjamin Franklin? Just doesn’t work.

I’m not saying Douglas makes the series unwatchable. It’s not that off-putting.

But Michael Douglas the movie star is here wrestling with Michael Douglas the actor…and the movie star wins.  More on that later.

This 8-part series (the writers are Kirk Ellis and Howard Korder, adapting Stacy Schiff’s non-fiction A Great Improvisation; all episodes are directed by TV vet Timothy Van Patten) takes us to Paris in the late 1770s.  

Inventor/journalist/all-round Renaissance man Benjamin Franklin, now 71, has been dispatched by the rebellious American colonies to seek France’s aid in the fight for freedom.

Accompanied by his teenaged grandson/secretary Temple (Noah Jupe), the wily old Franklin gets to work seducing French society, determined to secure money, arms and men for the American cause. Meanwhile British agents are bent on undermining those efforts.

“Franklin’s” scripts are the very model of effective historic drama. The intrigues of the French court are presented in all their complexity (the French characters speak French with English subtitles); meanwhile more personal dramas are playing out. (Every time a character or situation popped up that seemed like a writer’s invention, I’d do a bit of research and discover that it’s all based on fact.)

Despite his age, Franklin sets the French ladies aswooning…especially Madame Anne-Louise Brillon (Ludivine Sagnier), a composer who sees in Franklin the possibility of sexual equality. (The series is coy about whether Franklin had physical relations with these women, but controlling his active libido apparently was a lifelong struggle.) 

Meanwhile in a parallel story line, young Temple finds himself seduced by the many vices of upper-crust French society.  

The physical production is spectacular; much of the series appears to have been filmed in the actual historic settings.  The costuming (and the ladies’s wigs, oh, my!) are sumptuous.

All good.  

And then you have Douglas’ central performance.  I’m not sure exactly how I envisioned Franklin as a personality, but this wasn’t it.  Douglas’ Franklin in grumpy, dour and, frankly, not nearly charming enough.

But what really bugged me was his hairline.

Portraits of Franklin show him with long locks, but bald from his brows to the crown of his head. Douglas, though, has a hairline positioned several inches lower than that.  

Another thing: the real Franklin had a physique not unlike a potbellied stove.  But Douglas’ Franklin is notably trim.

The overall effect is less balding old man than aging rock star.  I came away with an impression of an actor more concerned with looking good than with nailing an historic truth.

Jeff Daniels

“A MAN IN FULL”(Netflix):  

Jeff Daniels is so adept at playing good guys (he was Atticus Finch on Broadway, for Chrissake) that when he shows a dark side (as in the Western “Godless”) it’s a shock.

In “A Man in Full” he portrays a fellow who in another show might be a villain. But because he’s played by Daniels we get a more nuanced approach.

Charlie Croker (Daniels) is an Atlanta real estate mogul who mixes good ol’ boy charm with a cutthroat business sense.  The plot of this David E. Kelley-scripted three-parter centers on Charlie’s efforts to avoid ruin…he’s a billion dollars in debt to a local bank that’s maneuvering to seize his assets.

Now Charlie probably deserves whatever comeuppance awaits him, but Daniels is so good we end up rooting for him to find a way out.  Also, the bank executive bearing down on him (the great Bill Camp) is such a nasty piece of work Charlie seems benign by comparison.

“A Man in Full” is less about finance, though, than about characters.

There is, for instance, Charlie’s current trophy wife (Sarah Jones)  who turns out to be a whole lot smarter and empathetic than one anticipates.

There’s  his ex Martha (Diane Lane) and their son (Evan Roe), who view the old mover and shaker with equal parts resignation, affection and wariness.

And especially there’s a bank underling (Tim Pelphrey), a sort of milquetoast everyman seeking to redress old hurts.  He ends up dating Lane’s character…but whether he’s bent on revenge or actual romance (this is Diane Lane we’re talking about) even he can’t decide.

As directed by Regina King and Thomas Schlamme, “A Man in Full” swoops in, throws some dramatic haymakers and sharply drawn performances, and concludes before wearing out its welcome.

“SECRETS OF THE OCTOPUS” (Disney +):

Octopi may be the coolest animals on Earth.

That’s the impression left by the three-part “Secrets of the Octopus,” a Paul Rudd-narrated nature documentary.

I mean, an octopus can change its color and skin texture to blend in with its surroundings.  We see one of these creatures using tools…a discarded shell becomes a shield to protect the octopus from predators.

Octopi appear to show other signs of intelligence, including a sense of curiosity about human visitors. And despite a reputation for being loners, some species live in colonies and one displays a relationship with a fish…the fish serves as a hunting dog, sniffing out and pointing to prey hidden in the coral and sand.

Think of this series as an expansion of the Oscar-winning “My Octopus Teacher.” 

It’s almost too much (the three hours feel a bit padded). But the underwater cinematography is so gorgeous — and the creatures themselves so weirdly compelling — that you can’t tear yourself away.

| Robert W. Butler

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Paul Rudd as Moe Berg

“THE CATCHER WAS A SPY” My rating: C+

98 minutes | MPAA rating: R

Crammed with famous faces and centering on a bit of real-life WW2 cloak-and-dagger that almost defies credulity, “The Catcher Was a Spy” is both a thriller and a flawed character study of a man who refused to be characterized.

Indeed, even before he was recruited by the O.S.S. and trained to be an assassin, Morris “Moe” Berg (portrayed here by Paul Rudd…probably too boyish for the role) was a bundle of puzzling contradictions.

Berg had degrees from Columbia, Princeton and the Sorbonne; he spoke seven or eight languages fluently and could get by in several others.

Yet he made his living as a professional baseball player, serving as the second string catcher for the Boston Red Sox.

As presented in Ben Lewin’s film, he is well spoken, erudite and bisexual, augmenting his domestic life with a live-in girlfriend (Sienna Miller) with visits to underground gay nightspots.

Shortly before the beginning of the war Berg was named to an all star team (Babe Ruth and Lou Gehrig participated) on a good will tour of Japan.  While there he became convinced that war was inevitable and, on his own, climbed to the roof of a Tokyo skyscraper so that he could film military installations and harbor facilities.

He later presented his reels to William “Wild Bill” Donovan (Jeff Daniels), then running the O.S.S., the precursor to the C.I.A. Donovan was sufficiently impressed by Berg’s intellect, patriotism and facility with foreign languages to give him a job…but not before asking: “Are you queer?”

Berg’s answer sealed the deal: “I’m good at keeping secrets.”

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sausage-party-post1“SAUSAGE PARTY”  My rating: B

90 minutes | MPAA rating: R

The animated “Sausage Party” is so thick with puerile sexuality that a viewer must choose between bailing on the whole experience or embracing it in a spirit of unfettered adolescent humor.

I  mean, here’s an R-rated movie about a hot dog named Frank (Seth Rogen) who dreams that Brenda (Kristen Wiig), the bun he has worshipped from afar, will open up and allow him to nestle his full length in her soft, spongy interior.

Other characters include a lesbian taco with a Mexican accent, a bottle of tequila that talks like a wise old Indian chief, a neurotic jar of honey mustard, a box of grits and even a used condom. Then there’s  Lavosh — a Middle Eastern wrap — who is always exchanging insults with a Jewish bagel. The villain of the piece is the megalomaniac Douche (yes, a feminine hygiene product).

These characters are brought to life by a Who’s Who of voice talent that includes Salma Hayek, Bill Hader, David Krumholtz, Danny McBride, Craig Robinson, Jonah Hill, Edward Norton, Michael Cera, Paul Rudd and James Franco.

Narratively “Sausage Party” feels likes something a bunch of stoners dreamed up at 2 in the morning (duh).

It’s July 3 in the supermarket, and all of the products sitting on the shelves are pumped because so many of them will be “chosen” by the “gods” (i.e., human shoppers) and taken out of the store to what they are sure will be a paradisiacal eternity in the Great Beyond. They  celebrate their imminent liberation in a rousing song (music by Alan Menken).

Frank and his fellow wieners (they’re crammed in eight to a package) have been gazing lustfully at a nearby package of buns (six to a package…go figure), awaiting the day they will be joined in the hereafter,  “where all your wildest and wettest dreams come true.”

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Rudd * Aniston * Theroux“WANDERLUST” My rating: C+ (Opening wide on February 24)

98 minutes | MPAA rating: R 

Ever since his genius comic riffing in “I Love You, Man,” KC native Paul Rudd has been Hollywood’s go-to guy for off-the-cuff hilarity.

He’s at it again in “Wanderlust,” a dork-among-the-hippies comedy, and he’s the reason to check it out.

Rudd plays George, who with his wife Linda (Jennifer Aniston) is trying to make ends meet in the tough world of Manhattan. As the film begins they are completing the purchase of a condo – actually a closet-sized studio – and dreaming of life as property owners.

But George loses his job and Linda’s plan to sell her documentary film (about penguins with testicular cancer) to HBO collapses. Soon they’re on the road to Atlanta to crash with George’s boorish brother, a porta-potty king.

Looking for a bed and breakfast, they stumble into Elysium, a old-style commune in the Georgia woods that’s absolutely overflowing with pot-puffing, Frisbee-tossing, granola-munching, downward-dogging, instrument-strumming, walk-around-stark-naked bunch of latter-day hippies.

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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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