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Review: In the Olympics closing ceremony, Paris' inspired story sputters with a Hollywood ending

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Review: In the Olympics closing ceremony, Paris' inspired story sputters with a Hollywood ending

And so the two weeks when I become interested in athletics every four years have drawn to a close, with a ceremony to mark the occasion. There were many ceremonies along the way, of course, and the Olympic Games are themselves a sort of ceremony writ large, a ritual against which the athletes of Earth measure their worth — though obviously they are busy with international competitions in the years between games, winning medals and trophies and setting world records. But the world has agreed that this is the Big Show, as the world agrees on little else.

Since this is technically a television review, let me just say, before we get to the spectacle, that what came between the opening and the closing, as something to see, was exceptionally well presented — at least if you were watching via Peacock. (I can’t speak to NBC’s broadcast coverage, apart from the opening ceremony, where the commentary was intrusive and uninformative, and the closing, about which more below.)

It was a platform one could dive from in any direction, a well-executed interface that allowed one to follow any sport in any number of ways — everything, anytime, from before the beginning of an event until well after the end, into what I think of as the hugging round. So many hugs! All that goodwill and affection, not just among teammates but between competitors, who represented diversity among and within nations, whatever the peculiarities of their individual governments and nativist movements. It’s a world you want to live in. (The Olympic spirit: It’s not just about the gold, silver and bronze.) An illusion, perhaps, but as Marlene Dietrich said, “You can’t live without illusions, even if you must fight for them.”

One of five giant Olympic rings moves into place during the closing ceremony of the 2024 Paris Olympics at Stade de France.

(Wally Skalij / Los Angeles Times)

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As for Paris, the staging of the games — and “staging” feels like the right word — in and around the central city felt inspired, somehow at once very old-fashioned and brand new. To be sure, there were parts and people of Paris that remained unseen, if not intentionally hidden. But erecting temporary open-air stadiums below the Eiffel Tower, in the Place de la Concorde and in the gardens of Versailles demonstrated that a host city might have something to show the world outside — literally outside — its big arenas, something essential to the spirit of the place. (Though, with its many parks and large public spaces, it might be better fitted to the task than any other city.) Putting swimmers in the Seine might not have been the healthiest idea, but it had a look. Races run over crooked cobblestone streets, crowded with spectators, were doubly exciting for being run over crooked cobblestone streets, crowded with spectators.

At last to the closing ceremony: It was almost by definition an anticlimax, given that the games were over — if not yet “officially” over — and every race had been run, if only just barely. (The women’s marathon winners received their medals during the ceremony.) But given artistic director Thomas Jolly’s idiosyncratic opening show, set upon the Seine, one would have expected something interesting, if not on its own explicable. If the opening was an often confusing but certainly stimulating cavalcade of images and events, the closing was presented as a single, stately, snail’s-pace theater piece — something like Robert Wilson directing the Cirque du Soleil. It was bookended by a prelude in the Tuileries — where a choral rendition of Edith Piaf’s apropos “Sous le ciel de Paris” accompanied French swimming champ Léon Marchand taking a bit of Olympic flame to pass on to us — and a Gallic version of a Super Bowl halftime show, anchored by the band Phoenix.

Alain Roche plays a piano hanging vertically during the closing ceremony.

Alain Roche plays a piano hanging vertically during the closing ceremony.

(Wally Skalij / Los Angeles Times)

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The central piece had to do with the founding and revival of the Olympic games, and began with a golden winged figure descending to an abstract Earth to meet, after a solo dance passage, the silvery rider and still-mysterious hooded torch-runner we saw in the opening ceremony, the latter carrying a pole from which the Greek flag unfurled. The Voyager discovered the long-lost Olympic rings. Opera singer Benjamin Bernheim, in a robe made from recycled VHS tape, sang the “Hymn to Apollo” accompanied by Alain Roche, playing a piano suspended in the air, perpendicular to the ground. Numerous gray figures exhumed giant rings, which rose into the air, one by one, while performing tricks upon their interior scaffolding. An (inflatable?) replica of the “Winged Victory of Samothrace,” as famously found in the Louvre, rose from the floor. Lights in the stands — from wristbands worn by the audience — produced giant animated athletic events as one might find painted on a Greek vase. The five airborne rings arranged themselves in the familiar Olympic pattern.

Then came pyrotechnics, the pop show and the protocol — speeches (lovely, generous), declarations, lowering the Olympic flag and turning the games over to the 2028 host. H.E.R., sporting a white Stratocaster like the one Hendrix played at Woodstock, performed “The Star-Spangled Banner,” demonstrating once again that it’s a song best handled by an R&B singer. Paris Mayor Anne Hidalgo handed the flag to L.A. Mayor Karen Bass, accompanied by America’s gymnast sweetheart Simone Biles, and the show went jarringly Hollywood.

Tom Cruise holds on to the Olympic flag as he talks with L.A. Mayor Karen Bass and U.S. gymnast Simone Biles.

Tom Cruise takes the Olympic flag from Los Angeles Mayor Karen Bass and gymnast Simone Biles during the closing ceremony.

(Wally Skalij / Los Angeles Times)

Tom Cruise, whose status as an international superstar was enough to excuse his presence, abseiled into the stadium, took the Olympic flag from Bass and Biles and drove off with it on a motorcycle, out of the Stade de France and into a filmed piece in which he rode into a cargo plane, skydived into the Hollywood Hills and affixed three extra O’s to the Hollywood sign to create an image of the Olympic rings. He passed the flag on to a series of Olympians: first, cyclist Kate Courtney, who passed it to Olympic sprinter Michael Johnson, who passed it to skateboarder Jagger Eaton, who arrived at Venice Beach. Then the Red Hot Chili Peppers, Billie Eilish and Olympics ambassador Snoop Dogg performed in another filmed piece — recorded in Long Beach, actually — that looked like nothing so much as an MTV “Spring Break” special. (I’m pretty sure those palm trees were trucked in.) Aesthetically, it was like leaving a dark theater after a mysterious foreign film and walking to bright sunlight in a noisy American mall.

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Happily, things did not end there. We returned to the darkness of the Stade de France, where the French singer Yseult performed an unusually subtle, sensitive version of “My Way,” whose English lyrics are by Paul Anka, but whose music, by Jacques Revaux, is French. (The original, “Comme d’habitude,” has lyrics by Gilles Thibaut and Claude François.) In case you wondered, why “My Way”?

The commentary was no less inessential with the addition of Jimmy Fallon, who also has a show on NBC.

Yseult performs "My Way" during the closing ceremony.

Yseult performs “My Way” during the closing ceremony.

(Wally Skalij / Los Angeles Times)

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Review: Belgium’s Dardenne brothers return with clear-eyed, compassionate ‘Young Mothers’

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Review: Belgium’s Dardenne brothers return with clear-eyed, compassionate ‘Young Mothers’

Now in their early 70s, Jean-Pierre and Luc Dardenne have spent their filmmaking careers worrying about the fate of those much younger and less fortunate. Starting with the Belgian brothers’ 1996 breakthrough “La Promesse,” about a teenager learning to stand up to his cruel father, their body of work is unmatched in its depiction of young people struggling in the face of poverty or family neglect. Although perhaps not as vaunted now as they were during their stellar run in the late 1990s and early 2000s — when the spare dramas “Rosetta” and “L’Enfant” both won the Palme d’Or at Cannes — the Dardennes’ clear-eyed but compassionate portraits remain unique items to be treasured.

Their latest, “Young Mothers,” isn’t one of their greatest, but at this point, the brothers largely are competing against their own high standards. And they continue to experiment with their well-established narrative approach, here focusing on an ensemble rather than their usual emphasis on a troubled central figure. But as always, these writers-directors present an unvarnished look at life on the margins, following a group of adolescent mothers, some of them single. The Dardennes may be getting older, but their concern for society’s most fragile hasn’t receded with age.

The film centers around a shelter in Liège, the Dardennes’ hometown, as their handheld camera observes five teen moms. The characters may live together, but their situations are far from similar. One of the women, Perla (Lucie Laruelle), had planned on getting an abortion, but because she became convinced that her boyfriend Robin (Gunter Duret) loved her, she decided the keep the child. Now that she’s caring for the infant, however, he’s itching to bolt. Julie (Elsa Houben) wants to beat her drug addiction before she can feel secure in her relationship with her baby and her partner Dylan (Jef Jacobs), who had his own battles with substance abuse. And then there’s the pregnant Jessica (Babette Verbeek), determined to track down the woman who gave her up for adoption, seeking some understanding as to why, to her mind, she was abandoned.

Starting out as documentarians, the Dardenne brothers have long fashioned their social-realist narratives as stripped-down affairs, eschewing music scores and shooting the scenes in long takes with a minimum of fuss. But with “Young Mothers,” the filmmakers pare back the desperate stakes that often pervade their movies. (Sometimes in the past, a nerve-racking chase sequence would sneak its way into the script.) In their place is a more reflective, though no less engaged tone as these characters, and others, seek financial and emotional stability.

The Dardennes are masters of making ordinary lives momentous, not by investing them with inflated significance but, rather, by detailing how wrenching everyday existence feels when you’re fighting to survive, especially when operating outside the law. The women of “Young Mothers” pursue objectives that don’t necessarily lend themselves to high tension. And yet their goals — getting clean, finding a couple to adopt a newborn — are just as fraught.

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Perhaps inevitably, this ensemble piece works best in its cumulative impact. With only limited time for each storyline, “Young Mothers” surveys a cross-section of ills haunting these mothers. Some problems are societal — lack of money or positive role models, the easy access to drugs — while others are endemic to the women’s age, at which insecurity and immaturity can be crippling. The protagonists tend to blur a bit, their collective hopes and dreams proving more compelling than any specific thread.

Which is not to say the performances are undistinguished. In her first significant film role, Laruelle sharply conveys Perla’s fragile mental state as she gradually accepts that her boyfriend has ghosted her. Meanwhile, Verbeek essays a familiar Dardennes type — the defiantly unsympathetic character in peril — as Jessica stubbornly forces her way into her mystery mom’s orbit, demanding answers she thinks might give her closure. It’s a grippingly blunt portrayal that Verbeek slyly undercuts by hinting at the vulnerability guiding her dogged quest. (When Jessica finally hears her mother’s explanation, it’s delivered with an offhandedness that’s all the more cutting.)

Despite their clear affection for these women, the Dardenne brothers never sugarcoat their characters’ unenviable circumstance or latch onto phony bromides to alleviate our anxiety. And yet “Young Mothers” contains its share of sweetness and light. Beyond celebrating resilience, the film also pays tribute to the social services Belgium provides for at-risk mothers, offering a safety net and sense of community for people with nowhere else to turn. You come to care about the flawed but painfully real protagonists in a Dardennes film, nervous about what will happen to them after the credits roll. In “Young Mothers,” that concern intensifies because it’s twofold, both for the mothers and for the next generation they’re bringing into this uncertain world.

‘Young Mothers’

In French, with subtitles

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Not rated

Running time: 1 hour, 46 minutes

Playing: Opens Friday, Jan. 16 at Laemmle Royal

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Movie Review – Night Patrol (2025)

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Movie Review – Night Patrol (2025)

Night Patrol, 2025.

Directed by Ryan Prows.
Starring Jermaine Fowler, Justin Long, Phil Brooks, Dermot Mulroney, Freddie Gibbs, RJ Cyler, YG, Nicki Micheaux, Flying Lotus, Jon Oswald, Mike Ferguson, Evan Shafran, Zuri Reed, Kim Yarbrough, Nick Gillie, Dennis Boyd, Colin Young, Brionna Maria Lynch, Dartenea Bryant, Reed Shannon, Leonard Thomas, and TML.

SYNOPSIS:

An L.A. cop discovers a local task force is hiding a secret that puts the residents of his childhood neighborhood in danger.

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There is a storm brewing between the Zulu gang and LAPD, particularly the titular racist night patrol comprised of officers who conspicuously only come out at night. They feed on the blood of Black people, typically poverty-stricken ones driven into gang culture under the impression that no one will care.

Within the first five minutes of co-writer/director Ryan Prows’ Night Patrol, that unit (which is spearheaded by Phil Brooks’ Deputy, better known by his wrestling name CM Punk, putting that assertive and aggressive showmanship to work even if his limitations as an actor are limited and on display) is killing unarmed Black civilians minding their own business, notably the girlfriend of RJ Cyler’s Wazi, previously seen in a flash forward opening impaled and bloodied in an interrogation room, setting the stage that, yes, all-out war is inevitable.

That’s all well and good with a tantalizing horror concept ripe for sociopolitical commentary, except Ryan Prows and his crowded team of screenwriters (Tim Cairo, Jake Gibson, and Shaye Ogbonna) seemingly have no idea what to do with it or say that hasn’t already been made clear from the first 15 minutes. This is most evident in the three-act chapter structure, which switches perspectives from LAPD officers to night patrol to the project housing that becomes the battle stage, where it becomes confounding who the protagonist is supposed to be.

Justin Long’s Ethan Hawkins seems like an upstanding cop partnered with Xavier (Jermaine Fowler), the brother of Wazi, who had grown tired of the African mysticism their mother, Ayanda (Nicki Micheaux), relentlessly preaches and jumped sides to the police force. However, Ethan isn’t afraid to let out his corrupt, racist side if that’s what he has to do to get in with night patrol and bring them down from the inside.

At times, the filmmakers can’t decide how much they want the supernatural and African mysticism aspects to influence the action and the story. Although the visual effects are impressive (containing everything from exploding heads to regenerating bodies), the entire stretch of battling is bogged down by characters rambling about rules and what they are possibly dealing with, while throwing in other pointless thoughts. This is also a film that goes out of its way to make its villains damn near impossible to kill, only for the reveal of how that must be accomplished to come across flat, with the final fight specifically being a severe letdown after some otherwise serviceable violent carnage.

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As mentioned, Night Patrol is aimless, sometimes too comfortable switching perspectives, even if it means killing off a main character, simply because the filmmakers have no idea what else to do with them. At one point, a character mentions culture (among other things) being the only way to fight back against these supernatural beings, but it’s yet another aspect that comes across as a thought rather than an explored concept. One of last year’s best films already did that with much more profundity, style, and absorbing entertainment. As for this disjointed and scattered genre exercise, one can get everything out of it from a rudimentary understanding of the premise and concept.

Flickering Myth Rating – Film: ★ ★ / Movie: ★ ★

Robert Kojder

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Comedian Joel Kim Booster marries video game producer Michael Sudsina: ‘Never felt so certain’

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Comedian Joel Kim Booster marries video game producer Michael Sudsina: ‘Never felt so certain’

Emmy-nominated comedian Joel Kim Booster is “just really happy” nowadays. Why? He’s a married man.

Kim Booster, the star, screenwriter and executive producer of gay rom-com “Fire Island,” has married video game producer Michael Sudsina in a December wedding that he said made for “the best day of my life, no contest.” The 37-year-old “Loot” star unveiled his nuptials on Wednesday, sharing the New York Times’ coverage of the milestone.

“I’ve never felt so certain and so loved,” Kim Booster captioned his first bunch of wedding photos. His “Urgent Care” podcast co-host Mitra Jouhari, and “Fire Island” co-stars and “Las Culturistas” podcast hosts Bowen Yang and Matt Rogers were among the friends who attended the ceremony at the Exploratorium in San Francisco, according to the photos. Comedians Patti Harrison, Cat Cohen, Ron Funches and Emmy-nominated “Loot” co-star Michaela Jaé Rodriguez also showed up for the happy couple.

“More pictures will be coming, in fact I might never stop,” Kim Booster warned his followers. “I’m just really happy.”

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Kim Booster’s credits include comedy series “Shrill,” “Search Party” and “Big Mouth,” but he broke out with the 2022 film “Fire Island.” The comedy, touted as a spin on Jane Austen’s “Pride and Prejudice,” follows a group of friends — some who find unexpected romances — on vacation at the popular New York LGBTQ destination. He received two Emmy nominations in 2023 for the film.

Sudsina, 32, is a games producer for “League of Legends” developer Riot Games and has worked on several of the gaming giant’s titles including “Valorant” and its Emmy-winning Netflix series “Arcane.”

The newlyweds tied the knot more than four years after striking up a romance amid the COVID-19 pandemic. The New York Times reported that the spouses sparked a romantic connection in May 2021 while on vacation with friends in Puerto Vallarta, Mexico, and officially became boyfriends later that year. Moments from their Mexico vacation reportedly inspired tender scenes in “Fire Island.”

Kim Booster proposed to Sudsina in September 2024 while they were on vacation in Jeju Island, the South Korea island where the actor was born and adopted from, the NYT reported. Sudsina told the outlet, “I feel when I’m with Joel, I’m in a rom-com.”

“I love that we both have already worked through so much and continue to meet new versions of each other and continue to grow together,” he added. “I think he’s going to be an amazing father, an amazing partner, an amazing friend.”

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