George Clooney, Renée Zellweger, John Krasinski, Jonathan Pryce. Romantic comedy. Written by Duncan Brantley & Rick Reilly. Directed by George Clooney.
FILM SYNOPSIS: This quick-witted romantic comedy is set against the backdrop of America’s nascent pro-football league in 1925. Clooney plays Dodge Connolly, a charming, brash football hero who is determined to guide his team from bar brawls to packed stadiums. But after the players lose their sponsor and the entire league faces certain collapse, Dodge convinces a college football star to join his ragtag ranks. The captain hopes his latest move will help the struggling sport finally capture the country’s attention.
Welcome to the team Carter Rutherford (John Krasinski), America’s favorite son. A golden-boy war hero who single-handedly forced multiple German soldiers to surrender in WWI, Carter has dashing good looks and unparalleled speed on the field. This new champ is almost too good to be true, and Lexie Littleton (Zellweger) aims to prove that’s the case. A cub journalist playing in the big leagues, Lexie is a spitfire newswoman who suspects there are holes in Carter’s war story. But while she digs, the two teammates start to become serious off-field rivals for her fickle affections.
PREVIEW REVIEW: Just one fly in the ointment. We’ll get to that in a moment. First, the positive. George Clooney is incredibly gifted. His looks and persona resonate with those of the stars of Hollywood’s Golden Era. (Burt Lancaster and Clark Gable had nothing on this guy.) He’s a true movie star and a talented actor as sly with comedy (O Brother, Where Art Thou?) as he is provocative with drama (Michael Clayton). What’s more, he seems to have spent time watching the work of the masters, from John Ford and Orson Welles to Lubitsch and Cukor, (not to mention the Coen Brothers), for he now applies the same sparkle to the films he directs. To top off his gifts, he’s wise. He surrounds himself with cinematographers, art and set decorators and other technicians who make him look brilliant. He knows when to rein in actors and when to give them screen space. Indeed, performers like working with him because he makes them feel important and they trust his judgement. And from all indications, Mr. Clooney is a nice guy. Man, he’s got it packaged, doesn’t he? When it comes to making movies, he’s as good as you get.
And so is this film. With more than a wink and a nod to His Girl Friday, handsome Clooney and hubba-hubba Zellweger banter with zesty repartee seldom seen in today’s movies. With its brassy score, golden hue look, and award-worthy art and set decoration, plus a witty script that incorporates the right touches of zaniness, whimsy and heart, the production is the best film of the year – well, so far.
Now for that ointment-covered fly. Mr. Clooney uses the expression “G..D…” in nearly every film he stars. He does it here, as well. And to prove that women are just as emancipated as men, Ms. Zellweger also uses the profane term. Now, I’ve gone on about this misuse of God’s name a great deal in the past. You know where I stand. Don’t have to say anymore. I realize that. But if the world’s biggest movie star uses it in every film, no matter the genre, I intend to rebuff its use and the actor’s ignoring of the fourth Commandment as often as he brakes God’s rules. (By the way, the film is all about the fun of breaking all the rules.)
All right, so profanity is irreverence toward God, big deal. In the grand scheme of things, profanity falls short as one of the great no-nos. Right? Wrong! Showing reverence toward the Almighty, which includes not taking His name in vain, is right at the top of the list of Ten Commandments, found in Exodus 20. This ruling comes before covetness, adultery and, yes, killing. “You shall not misuse the name of the Lord your God, for the Lord will not hold anyone guiltless who misuses his name” (Exodus 20:4 NIV).
Every time I hear George Clooney take God’s name in vain I wonder if he knows it’s like fingernails on a chalkboard to Believers? Would that fact make him more circumspect concerning its use?
Distributor: Universal
Jodie Foster, Abigail Breslin, Gerard Butler. Action/adventure/sci-fi/comedy.
FILM SYNOPSIS: A young girl’s imagination rules the island she and her dad call home. It is an existence that mirrors that of her favorite literary character, Alex Rover - the world's greatest adventurer. But Alexandra, the author of the Rover books, leads a reclusive life in the big city – just her, her quirks, and the imaginary protagonist of her bestsellers. When Nim's aquatic scientist father gets lost at sea, the ten-year-old (played by the much older Breslin) gets spooked by a suddenly smoking volcano, the scrape on her knee and the approaching ship with the name Buccaneer. With the aid of a laptop and a twist of fate, Nim is about to be rescued by the phobic author of her favorite books.
PREVIEW REVIEW: Rather than a love/hate response to the screening, my emotional reaction is more of a like/ho-hum response. For non-discriminating children, it’s passable entertainment. After all, it’s a kid ruling an island surrounded by adoring sea lions and smarter-than-the-average pelicans, and a volcano to explore. But once they get to the point where children ask questions about credibility, I think even they will become disenchanted.
As for accompanying adults, most will become fidgety after the promising beginning begins to remind them of TV’s Flipper. Ms. Breslin is nearing that awkward age, when cuteness takes a backseat to adolescent awkwardness. As for Ms. Foster, well, her performance explains why she doesn’t do more comedy.
Nim sleeps with her head resting on the back of a walrus that never seems to get into the water, and her pet pelican squawks and honks communication to his (or her) humans with all the reasoning ability of Bullwinkle’s Mr. Peabody, the pedantic dog who traveled through time. Alexandra Rover displays every neuroses of TV’s Monk, without the comic prowess of Tony Shalhoub, and Nim, who’s supposed to be bright and helpful to her scientist father, doesn’t know how to care for a scraped knee. And the invading pirates turn out to be non-threatening tourists from a cruise ship, disappointing as there is no climatic battle scene. Then there’s that volcano that threatens to erupt. By film’s end, it’s quickly forgotten. Not a phrase studio publicists want to hear – “quickly forgotten.”
But it’s not a bad film. Like I said, kids may get a kick out of it. Parents, bring a book.
Distributor: Fox/Walden
Owen Wilson, Leslie Mann, David Dorfman, Danny McBride and Josh Peck. Written by Kristofor Brown & Seth Rogen. Directed by Steven Brill.
FILM SYNOPSIS: Ryan (Troy Gentile), Wade (Nate Hartley) and Emmit (David Dorfman) attend their first day at high school and they’re pumped…until they meet up with Filkins (Alex Frost), a school bully who comes off like a little Hannibal Lecter. Before they become completely engulfed in Filkins’ reign of terror, they seek out some protection by placing an ad in Soldier of Fortune magazine. Their best response – and the cheapest – comes from Drillbit Taylor (Owen Wilson), a down-on-his luck soldier of fortune who lives a homeless – he likes to say “home-free” – existence on the beach. He enrolls them in some physical and mental training, while planning on ripping off their parents.
PREVIEW REVIEW: There are moments of amusement, but it lacks any punch either as a comedy or as a life lesson. The audience laughs while the overweight kid stuffs an entire Twinkie into his mouth, the skinny kid tries to find a muscle as he stands in front of a full-length mirror, and the writers vomit out every teen theme we’ve already been forced to digest from the past twenty years. While these caricatures could have represented adolescent angst, here they are used only as comic fodder. Trying to find humor in any other aspect of this charmless scrapyard of a comedy is more of a chore than doing high school homework.
I think everyone involved has talent, it’s just not well represented here. Everything is forced, from the portrayal of the demonic bully who has all the adults fooled, to the quirky charm of the film’s star. It’s not the worst movie of the year. But by the time we critics begin making such lists, this film will be completely forgotten.
Distributor: Paramount
Angela Bassett, Rick Fox, Jenifer Lewis, David Mann. Comedy. Written, directed, produced and floors swept by Tyler Perry.
FILM SYNOPSIS: A working mother who’s just lost her job suddenly learns that the father she never met has just passed away. Desperate for help, she attends the funeral in Georgia and gets to know her bizarre and sometimes crude Southern family. While there she also meets a man who may change her life.
PREVIEW REVIEW: Mr. Perry doesn’t like nor feel a need for film critics. Why should he? They usually find fault with his work and his fan base is loyal every opening weekend. It’s a frustration for this reporter as Mr. Perry is one of the few filmmakers who manage to inject some spirituality into his films. He’s not afraid to show a character pray or show people attending church services. Of course, he never allows such themes to override crude humor, but at least he unapologetically states that we are spiritual beings as well as mental and physical.
While we reviewers could nitpick concerning his filmmaking skills, my main problem with his work is that he tries to do it all. Some great filmmakers can, some can’t. Charlie Chaplin could. Jerry Lewis couldn’t. (Mr. Lewis was always at his best when others wrote, directed and produced his films – The Nutty Professor being the rule’s exception.)
There’s a dose of faith here, and several discussions about doing the right thing there, but as with all of Mr. Perry’s productions (he’s played Media, the granny with an attitude, in several of his films), the characters are more stick people than fully realized, and the story excessive where I think the filmmaker meant to be profound. Had he allowed others to take control of his script and directing chores, the faults may have been corrected.
Allow me to explain why this review was so late. Mr. Perry does not like critics and because of the opening support his productions get, he doesn’t feel required to allow us to preview his work. While this seems logical (he is very wealthy and attendance is high), still, critiquing films is a part of the movie-releasing mix. Moviemaking is an artistic endeavor; therefore it must be examined. While few filmmakers pay heed to the reviewer’s insights, they owe their audience the right to be informed. What’s more, Mr. Perry needs to start listening to others. Oh, he can stay on this same coarse, but to take his abilities to a higher plane, he needs to let other pros do their jobs.
Though a filmmaker has a vision of how he or she wants the film to look, it’s a communal artistry and functions best when professionals are allowed to apply their trade by doing what they do best. Though egocentric moviemakers end up wealthy, their petulance and egomania do the art form a disservice.
Don’t let studios and egocentric moviemakers dictate to you what you will see or not. Wait until the reviews come out so you can get an idea of what the film is about and read the content (the reason for the rating), usually supplied by Christian reviewers, in order to judge its suitability. ‘Cause once they have your bucks, they win.
Distributor: Lionsgate
Jim Carrey, Steve Carell, Seth Rogen, Carol Burnett. Kids/Family Animated. Written by Cinco Paul, Ken Daurio. Directed by Jimmy Hayward, Steve Martino.
FILM SYNOPSIS: The imaginative elephant Horton hears a cry for help coming from a tiny speck of dust floating through the air. Suspecting there may be life on that speck and despite a surrounding community that thinks he has lost his mind, Horton is determined to help.
PREVIEW REVIEW: It has a great look, and certainly it is family friendly, but the whimsy of Dr. Seuss is missing in this version of the Doctor’s classic. Far better than the previous two live-action Dr. Seuss stolen classics (How the Grinch Stole Christmas and The Cat in the Hat), these filmmakers wisely chose to do an animated version and Mr. Carrey gives us a gentler, less manic side of his persona as Horton, but the metaphoric tale has been stretched just a little beyond its welcome. New dialogue has been added, the rhyming removed (mostly), and the melodious narration of Hans Conried in the 1970 TV cartoon is nowhere to be found. Updated to include references to global warming in order to satisfy those who believe Manhattan will soon be drenched in melted glaciers, the CG heavy feature becomes a hypnotic eco message – a long one.
Kids may enjoy the movement, the color and the manic humor, but I suspect some will get nearly as fidgety by the third act as accompanying adults. My choice would be to buy the recently released animated TV version (make your own popcorn). The remastered DVD came out March 4 and contains three bonus episodes from the best of Dr. Seuss, including Butter Battle Book, Daisy-Head Mayzie and Horton Hatches the Egg! Also included: a kid-friendly sing-a-long music video and an Emmy nominated 90-minute documentary hosted by actress Kathy Najimy. The documentary tells the story of Dr. Seuss’ life through celebrity skits, music and animated clips from his best-loved stories.
Distributor: 20th Century Fox