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Bridget Everett, Jeff Hiller

“SOMEBODY SOMEWHERE” (Max):

Fans of humanistic comedy (i.e. “Ted Lasso,” “Shrinking”) should make a beeline for all three seasons of “Somebody Somewhere,” an endearing and rudely hilarious series about life’s losers.

Or are they?

Bridget Everett, famed (and infamous) for her raunchy cabaret act, stars as Samantha, a fortysomething single woman with a voracious appetite for beer and unhealthy food whose bawdy/blowsy persona masks personal hurts and deep longings.

(Is there a better title than “Somebody Somewhere” to describe romantic yearning?)

Samantha gets through life with a little bit of help from her friends…and what a collection of distinct personalities! 

Her sister Tricia (Mary Catherine Garrison) is the most conventional of the lot, dealing with the end of her marriage by opening a gift shop full of homey items embroidered with profane exclamations.

Best bud Joel (Jeff Hiller) is a gay man whose initial weirdness (who the hell cuts his hair?) is quickly eclipsed by his soulful decency.

Then there’s transexual Fred (Murray Hill), a university professor who seems to be an expert in just about everything.

“Somebody Somewhere” takes place in Manhattan KS, and while most of the series is shot in Illinois (aside from a few establishing shots of Kansas landmarks) there are enough references to K-State, K.U. and Kansas City to make Midwesterners feel right at home.

Laughter through tears.  My favorite emotion.

Preston Mota, Taylor Kitsch

“AMERICAN PRIMEVAL” (Netflix):

The Western, once a staple of American entertainment, has been saved from extinction by the rise of streaming services.

The latest to hit the small screen is “American Primeval,” an astonishingly bloody miniseries that stomps on plenty of toes.

The essential plot is far from novel.  A solitary and sulky mountain man (Taylor Kitsch) reluctantly finds himself guiding a woman from the East (Betty Gilpin) and her tweener son (Preston Mota) across the West for a rendezvous with the husband she hasn’t seen in many years.

Turns out the lady is more than she seems.  Back in civilization she’s wanted for  murder, and their journey is complicated by pursuing bounty hunters.

That’s just one aspect of the yarn cooked up by writer/creator Mark L. Smith (“The Revenant”) and director Peter Berg.

 As a background to all this there’s the  1857 Mormon War and the infamous Mountain Meadow Massacre in which an LDS militia — fueled by religious hysteria and political paranoia — disguised themselves as Native Americans to wipe out an entire wagon train whose leaders made the mistake crossing Utah on their way to Oregon.

The militia officers are painted with a painfully heavy brush…basically they are conscienceless psychos.  We also meet LDS prophet Brigham Young, played by Kim Coates, who has traded in his motorcycle from “Sons of Anarchy” for a horse and an eye-rolling display of duplicitous villainy. 

Needless to say, 21st century Mormons will take umbrage.  Historian have long wondered just how much Young had to do with the massacre, but Smith’s script actually shows the Mormon leader ordering the butchery.

There’s yet another plot, this time centering on a Mormon man (Dane DeHann) who loses both his scalp and his wife (Saura Lightfoot-Leon) to marauding Native Americans. He takes off after his missing spouse without bothering to wash his face of the blood that drips from his savaged hairline.

One of my favorites is the famous explorer and trapper Jim Bridger (Shea Whigham), who from his base in Wyoming’s Ft. Bridger interacts with most of the major characters. 

And there’s a U.S. army officer (Lucas Neff) whose diary entries, read as narration, help set the scene.

“American Primeval” has its share of historic incongruities (uh…there are no mountains outside St. Joseph MO). And while it shares with “Lonesome Dove” multiple characters and plot threads, its overall feel is more bleak and cynical than inspirational. Certainly there are no characters to enchant us in the way Gus and Woodrow did on their cattle drive.

Still,  this series has some kiiller scenery and the action is brutal and merciless.  Squeamish viewers will spend a fair bit of time staring down at their laps.

“SQUID GAME – Season 2” (Netflix)

Sometimes you can’t go home again.

So it is with Season 2 of “Squid Game,” the smash Korean series about a secret island where life’s unfortunates  play deadly games in the hope of walking away with a fortune.

Lee Jung-jae reprises his role as Song Gi-hun, who in the first season won the game (meaning he was the sole survivor). Tormented by what he experienced and determined to make the game’s organizers pay, he spends his fortune trying to find that mysterious isle.

Eventually he ends up back in the game, using his knowledge of the place to plan a takeover attempt.

This time around, though, something’s off. The characters are painfully  one-dimensional, less real people than symbols (trans woman, fugitive from North Korea, religious fanatic, etc.). 

In a new twist for this season, one of the players is a plant. Lee Byung-hun portrays one of the game’s organizers who befriends our hero and helps him foment rebellion — though why he does this is never explained.

It all ends with a cliffhanger and a wait of another two years for the third season.  I don’t think I’m up for it.

| Robert W. Butler

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Chadwick Boseman, Sienna Miller

“21 BRIDGES” My rating: C (Opens wide on Nov. 22)

99 minutes | MPAA rating: R

To the extent that it delivers a series of adrenaline-stoked action sequences and a ridiculously high body count, Brian Kirk’s “21 Bridges” should satisfy audiences looking for a thrill.

And that’s about it.

Not even the presence of the versatile  Chadwick Baseman (whose roles range from Jackie Robinson and Thurgood Marshall to the Black Panther) and the eerily transforming Sienna Miller can elevate this piece above “mehhh” status.

The first half of Adam Mervis and Matthew Michael Carnahan’s screenplay (and by far the better half) is a manhunt told from the points of view of two couples — a pair of crooks on the run  and a pair of cops on their heels.

In the opening sequence a couple of well-armed thugs, Michael and Ray (Stephan James, Taylor Kitsch) hit a posh New York City restaurant late at night after closing.  They’ve been told there’s 30 kilos of cocaine hidden in the eatery; they are perplexed to discover it’s more like 300 kilos, way more than they can carry out.

To further complicate matters,  a bunch of cops show up.  Maybe they are looking for a late-night snack.  In any case, there’s a gun battle that leaves eight of New York’s finest headed to the morgue.  The perps take off running.

Stephan James, Taylor Kitsch

The filmmakers at least try for plausible back stories.  Michael and Ray are ex-military; Ray is by far the more ruthless of the two, but Kitsch gives him just enough charisma to keep us interested.  Michael basically finds himself in over his head.

On the other side of the coin are detectives Andre Davis (Boseman) and Frankie Burns (Sienna Miller, almost unrecognizable with no makeup), thrown together to manage a city-wide manhunt for the cop killers.

Again, an attempt is made to provide some depth to the characters.  Davis is himself the son of a slain cop who regularly faces Internal Affairs hearings for his marksmanship (eight fatal shootings in as many years); he maintains he never fires first. Burns is a single mom with a Brooklyn accent.

To keep the crooks from leaving town, Davis imposes a 1 a.m.-to-sunup closure of all 21 bridges leading into and out of Manhattan Island.  He’s got five hours before the quarantine will be lifted and rush hour begins. (Thus the movie’s title…though once the roads are blocked the film never returns to them. Another title would have been “21 Body Bags.”)

An already perplexing case is made even more unmanageable by the dead officers’ revenge-minded colleagues (J.K. Simmons plays their precinct chief). These cops have a bad habit of killing witnesses before Davis can interview them.

In the film’s second half it dawns on Davis that there may be more to this case than meets the eye…we’re talking corruption in high places. (And you can only imagine the paperwork demanded of our hero after personally killing a dozen people.)

“21 Bridges” has been well made.  The acting is OK. The shots of NYC at night are sometimes eerily atmospheric.

On the whole, though, the film is more blah than bad. Instantly forgettable.

| Robert W. Butler

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Brendon Gleeson, Taylor Kitsch

Brendon Gleeson, Taylor Kitsch

“THE GRAND SEDUCTION”  My rating: C+ (Opening June 27 at the Glenwood Arts)

113 minutes | MPAA rating: PG-13

 

We know exactly what the Canadian comedy “The Grand Seduction” is trying to do.

Only problem is that it’s been done so much better by movies like”Local Hero” and “Doc Hollywood” and the TV show “Northern Exposure.”

The premise has “quaint” and “quirky” scrawled all over it.  For a full generation, the residents of the tiny fishing village of Tickle Head on the coast of Newfoundland have watched their tiny burg deteriorate. The once-busy harbor is now all but empty. Nowadays nobody fishes for a living.  Just about every adult  is on welfare.

There’s a slim chance that a petrochemical company may be enticed to set up a recycling plant there.  One of the requirements, though, is that Tickle Head have a full-time physician.

So the locals, led by the usually inactive Murray French (Brendan Gleeson) — whose totem animal should be a hibernating, grouchy bear — launch a massive deception to lure an M.D.  Their target is Dr. Paul Lewis (Taylor Kitsch), who after a run-in with the law is assigned to do a few weeks of public service in Tickle Head.

Murray and company use the Internet to find out everything they can about Paul. Learning that he’s a cricket fanatic, they create a team of former fishermen and outfit them with makeshift uniforms and equipment (a sawed-off rowboat oar becomes a cricket bat). Even more galling, as long as the doc is in town the menfolk who gather to watch cable TV in the local bar must eschew the hockey championship while pretending to be enthusiastic about reruns of famous cricket matches.

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lone-survivor-wahlberg“LONE SURVIVOR” My rating: B (Opens wide on Jan. 10)

121 minutes | MPAA rating: R

A superior action film based on real events, “Lone Survivor” is a modern update of the classic “lost patrol” movie in which a small unit of soldiers is trapped behind enemy lines and, often, doomed to fight to the last man.

It was inspired by Operation Red Wings, a 2005 mission in which four Navy SEALs were dropped in the mountains of Afghanistan to locate and keep tabs on a Taliban war lord.  As the title suggests, it didn’t go well.

The opening credits of writer/director Peter Berg’s action drama unfold against documentary footage of the grueling (some might say sadistic) training that potential SEALs must negotiate to become part of this elite fighting force. It’s so rough that bodies and spirits begin to break down. For some classes the dropout rate is 90 percent.

The ones who last are tough bastards.

The film proper begins with one of the SEALSs, Marcus Luttrell (Mark Wahlberg), being evacuated by a rescue team. He’s been badly wounded and dies as the medics scramble to revive and stabilize him.

Berg’s screenplay, adapted from the non-fiction book by Luttrell and Patrick Robinson (obviously, Luttrell lived to tell the tale), then flashes back several days as the four members of Operation Red Wings are briefed and make preparations for their mission.

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“THE BANG-BANG CLUB” (Now available)

The movies love war correspondents.

For one thing, it’s an inherently dramatic profession. And then there’s the compelling ambivalence of civil wars without clear-cut rules of combat, of conflicts where it’s hard to differentiate between soldier and civilian.

Two classics of the genre are “Under Fire” (1983) with Nick Nolte and Gene Hackman and Oliver Stone’s “Salvador” (1986).

More recently the upheaval in the Balkans has generated several memorable combat correspondent flicks, like “Welcome to Sarajevo” (1997) and “The Hunting Party” (2007).

These movies always pivot on questions of ethics and mortality.

First, should a journalist (writer, photographer, broadcaster) ever take sides, even if genocide is involved? Second, what are the chances of said journalist getting his/her head blown off?

The latest entry to the genre is “The Bang-Bang Club,” a mostly factual recreation of life in South Africa in the early 1990s (more…)

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