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Paws of Fury: The Legend of Hank Review: A Meta Treat
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Ten manufacturing corporations, two distributors, and three administrators unite to deliver a brand new animated martial arts comedy to life. Paws of Fury: The Legend of Hank is about in a land stuffed with cats. We comply with a canine named Hank (Michael Cera) who has been tasked with defending this land as their new samurai. What seemed to be merely a rip-off of Kung Fu Panda with canines and samurai as an alternative of pandas and Dragon Warriors has surprisingly ended up as a enjoyable journey that stands by itself because of its well-written screenplay and a terrific humorousness.
The trailers for this movie marketed two important elements of the film that make it work and separate Paws of Fury from the remaining. The primary is the meta nature of the writing, which is the best asset Paws of Fury has to supply. This film breaks the fourth wall in a fashion just like The Emperor’s New Groove, with a few of the most outrageous jokes to reach in a kids’s film this yr. When you thought the Bond-style opening credit of Minions: The Rise of Gru was probably the most ridiculous meta-reference of a 2022 animated summer season movie, buckle up for a constant collection of gags that may make Deadpool proud.
Past the self-aware nature of the movie, there are a lot of surprisingly humorous jokes with deceptively sharp writing that made me snort even louder than the youngsters within the theater. The comedy pops on this film in a approach that not each animated movie can pull off, and a part of this boils right down to how this undertaking was realized. Initially titled Blazing Samurai, this film is loosely based mostly on the 1974 movie Blazing Saddles, directed by Mel Brooks. Brooks portrays the Shogun on this film, and plenty of of Brooks’ fourth wall breaks and parodical sensibilities shine via on this movie.
The story is admittedly formulaic. Paws of Fury follows Hank, a canine who desires to be a samurai. Sadly, he doesn’t fairly get the chance to be developed as a personality earlier than his name to motion. Nonetheless, as soon as he’s put accountable for defending a city of cats, he enlists the assistance of once-great samurai Jimbo (Samuel L. Jackson) to coach him. We’ve seen this story. I do know it, it, and the filmmakers understand it. That’s why an enormous shining arrow studying “As soon as Nice Samurai” falls from the ceiling, pointed at Jimbo. The writers knew this was a cliché story and as an alternative of enjoying it straight, they merely had a enjoyable time telling it.
Moreover the meta-comedy, the advertising and marketing additionally marketed one other facet of the movie, which can deliver extra adults into the seats: the stacked solid. Cera and Jackson are the 2 main gamers, they usually each crank their movie star personas to the max as this mismatched duo in two great performances. The movie’s antagonist is Ika Chu, portrayed by Ricky Gervais, who lends his completely sarcastic voice to the function. A star-studded solid that features George Takei, Gabriel Iglesias, Djimon Hounsou, and Michelle Yeoh is a big promoting level for the movie, they usually all do a superb job of their roles.
Paws of Fury: The Legend of Hank isn’t top-tier cinema. It’s not on the stage of different 2022 animated movies like Marcel the Shell with Sneakers On or Lightyear, nor will it attain the meme-ability of Morbius or Minions: The Rise of Gru. As an alternative, it is a quick, breezy film that solely runs for 85 minutes with out credit, in line with the characters within the movie. You can too anticipate a few of the loudest laughs of the yr. Even when the film can really feel a bit of too spinoff with its Kronk rip-off and predictable story, it’s a innocent piece of leisure that delivers all the things the trailers promised.
SCORE: 8/10
As ComingSoon’s evaluate coverage explains, a rating of 8 equates to “Nice.” Whereas there are just a few minor points, this rating implies that the artwork succeeds at its objective and leaves a memorable influence.
Disclosure: The critic attended a press screening for ComingSoon’s Paws of Fury: The Legend of Hank evaluate.
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Reagan Is Almost Fun-Bad But It’s Mostly Just Bad-Bad
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Dennis Quaid in Reagan.
Photo: Showbiz Direct/Everett Collection
Reagan is pure hagiography, but it’s not even one of those convincing hagiographies that pummel you into submission with compelling scenes that reinforce their subject’s greatness. Sean McNamara’s film has slick surfaces, but it’s so shallow and one-note that it actually does Ronald Reagan a disservice. The picture attempts to take in the full arc of the President’s life, following him from childhood right through to his 1994 announcement at the age of 83 that he’d been diagnosed with Alzheimer’s Disease. But you’d never guess that this man was at all complex, complicated, conflicted — in other words, human. He might as well be one of those animatronic robots at Disney World, mouthing lines from his famous speeches.
Dennis Quaid, a very good actor who can usually work hints of sadness into his manic machismo, is hamstrung here by the need to impersonate. He gets the voice down well (and he certainly says “Well” a lot) and he tries to do what he can with Reagan’s occasional political or career setbacks, but gone is that unpredictable glint in the actor’s eye. This Reagan doesn’t seem to have much of an interior life. Everything he thinks or feels, he says — which is maybe an admirable trait in a politician, but makes for boring art.
The film’s arc is wide and its focus is narrow. Reagan is mainly about its subject’s lifelong opposition to Communism, carrying him through his battles against labor organizers as president of the Screen Actors Guild and eventually to higher public office. The movie is narrated by a retired Soviet intelligence official (Jon Voight) in the present day, answering a younger counterpart’s questions about how the Russian empire was destroyed. He calls Reagan “the Crusader” and the moniker is meant to be both combative and respectful: He admires Reagan’s single-minded dedication to fighting the Soviets. They, after all, were single-minded in their dedication to fighting the U.S., and the agent has a ton of folders and films proving that the KGB had been watching Reagan for a long, long time.
By the way, you did read that correctly. Jon Voight plays a KGB officer in this picture, complete with a super-thick Russian accent. There’s a lot of dress-up going on — it’s like Basquiat for Republicans, even though the cast is certainly not all Republicans — and there’s some campy fun to be had here. Much has been made of Creed’s Scott Stapp doing a very flamboyant Frank Sinatra, though I regret to announce that he’s only onscreen for a few seconds. Robert Davi gets more screentime as Leonid Brezhnev, as does Kevin Dillon as Jack Warner. Xander Berkeley puts in fine work as George Schultz, and a game Mena Suvari shows up as an intriguingly pissy Jane Wyman, Reagan’s first wife. As Margaret Thatcher, Lesley-Anne Down gets to utter an orgasmic “Well done, cowboy!” when she sees Reagan’s “Mr. Gorbachev, tear down this wall” speech on TV. And my ’80s-kid brain is still processing C. Thomas Howell being cast as Caspar Weinberger.
To be fair, a lot of historians give Reagan credit for helping bring about both the Gorbachev revolution and the eventual downfall of the U.S.S.R. and its satellites, so the film’s focus is not in and of itself a misguided one. There are stories to be told within that scope — interesting ones, controversial ones, the kind that could get audiences talking and arguing, and even ones that could help breathe life into the moribund state of conservative filmmaking. But without any lifelike characters, it’s hard to find oneself caring, and thus, Reagan’s dedication to such narrow themes proves limiting. We get little mention of his family life (aside from his non-stop devotion to Nancy, played by Penelope Ann Miller, and vice versa). Other issues of the day are breezed through with a couple of quick montages. All of this could have given some texture to the story and lent dimensionality to such an enormously consequential figure. But then again, if the only character flaw you could find in Ronald Reagan was that he was too honest, then maybe you weren’t very serious about depicting him as a human being to begin with.
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‘Don’t Let’s Go to the Dogs Tonight’ Review: An Extraordinary Adaptation Takes a Child’s-Eye View of an African Civil War
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Alexandra Fuller‘s bestselling 2001 memoir of growing up in Africa is so cinematic, full of personal drama and political upheaval against a vivid landscape, that it’s a wonder it hasn’t been turned into a film before. But it was worth waiting for Embeth Davidtz’s eloquent adaptation, which depicts a child’s-eye view of the civil war that created the country of Zimbabwe, formerly Rhodesia — a change the girl’s white colonial parents fiercely resisted.
Davidtz, known as an actress (Schindler’s List, among many others), directs and wrote the screenplay for Don’t Let’s Go to the Dogs Tonight and stars as Fuller’s sad, alcoholic mother. Or, actually, co-stars, because the entire movie rests on the tiny shoulders and remarkably lifelike performance of Lexi Venter — just 7 when the picture, her first, was shot. It is a bold risk to put so much weight on a child’s work, but like so many of Davidtz’s choices here, it also turns out to be shrewd.
Don’t Let’s Go to the Dogs Tonight
The Bottom Line Near perfection.
Venue: Telluride Film Festival
Cast: Lexi Venter, Embeth Davidtz, Zikhona Bali, Fumani N Shilubana, Rob Van Vuuren, Anina Hope Reed
Director-screenwriter: Embeth Davidtz
1 hour 38 minutes
Another those smart calls is to focus intensely on one period of Fuller’s childhood. Don’t Let’s Go to the Dogs Tonight is set in 1980, just before and during the election that would bring the country’s Black majority to power. Bobo, as Fuller was called, is a raggedy kid with a perpetually dirty face and uncombed hair, who’s seen at times riding a motorbike or sneaking cigarettes. She runs around the family farm, whose run-down look and dusty ground tell of a hardscrabble existence. The film was shot in South Africa, and Willie Nel’s cinematography, with glaring bright light, suggests the scorching feel of the sun.
Much of the story is told in Bobo’s voiceover, in Venter’s completely natural delivery, and in another daring and effective choice, all of it is told from her point of view. Davidtz’s screenplay deftly lets us hear and see the racism that surrounds the child, and the ideas that she has innocently taken in from her parents. And we recognize the emotional cost of the war, even when Bobo doesn’t. She often mentions terrorists, saying she is afraid to go into the bathroom alone at night in case there’s one waiting for her “with a knife or a gun or a spear.” She keeps an eye out for them while riding into town in the family car with an armed convoy. “Africans turned into terrorists and that’s how the war started,” she explains, parroting what she has heard.
At one point, the convoy glides past an affluent white neighborhood. That glimpse helps Davidtz situate the Fullers, putting their assumptions of privilege into context. Bobo has absorbed those notions without quite losing her innocence. Referring to the family’s servants, her voiceover says that Sarah (Zikhona Bali) and Jacob (Fumani N. Shilubana) live on the farm, and that “Africans don’t have last names.” Bobo adores Sarah and the stories she tells from her own culture, but Bobo also feels that she can boss Sarah around.
Venter is astonishing throughout. In close-up, she looks wide-eyed and aghast when visiting her grandfather, who has apparently had a stroke. At another point, she says of her mother, “Mum says she’d trade all of us for a horse and her dogs.” When she says, after the briefest pause, “But I know that’s not true,” her tone is not one of defiant disbelief or childlike belief, as might have been expected. It’s more nuanced, with a hint of sadness that suggests a realization just beyond her young grasp. Davidtz surely had a lot to do with that, and her editor, Nicholas Contaras, has cut all Bobo’s scenes into a sharply perfect length. Nonetheless, Venter’s work here brings to mind Anna Paquin, who won an Oscar as a child for her thoroughly believable role as a girl also who sees more than she knows in The Piano.
The largely South African cast displays the same naturalism as Venter, creating a consistent tone. Rob Van Vuuren plays Bobo’s father, who is at times away fighting, and Anina Hope Reed is her older sister. Bali and Shilubana are especially impressive as Sarah and Jacob, their portrayals suggesting a resistance to white rule that the characters can’t always speak out loud.
Davidtz has a showier role as Nicola Fuller. (The movie doesn’t explain its title, which hails from the early 20th century writer A.P Herbert’s line, “Don’t let’s go the dogs tonight, for mother will be there.”) Once, Nicola shoots a snake in the kitchen and calmly wanders off, ordering Jacob to bring her tea. More often, Bobo watches her mother drift around the house or sit on the porch in an alcoholic fog. But when her voiceover tells us about the little sister who drowned, we fathom the grief behind Nicola’s depression. And wrong-headed though she is, we understand her fury and distress when the election results make her feel that she is about to lose the country she thinks of as home. Davidtz gives herself a scene at a neighborhood dance that goes on a bit too long, but it’s the rare sequence that does.
There is more of Fuller’s memoir that might be a source for other adaptations. It is hard to imagine any would be more beautifully realized than this.
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Film Review: The Deliverance – SLUG Magazine
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The Deliverance
Director: Lee Daniels
Lee Daniels Entertainment, Tucker Tooley Entertainment and Turn Left Productions
Streaming on Netflix: 08.30
When I give a movie a weak review, more often than not it’s because, on some level, I feel that the director didn’t succeed at making the film they set out to make. When I given a scathing review, it’s usually because the movie they were trying to make was an awful idea from the beginning. And every so often, there’s a movie like The Deliverance that leaves me with no clue what the filmmaker was trying to achieve, yet no less certain that they failed at it.
Ebony Jackson (Andra Day, The United States vs. Billie Holiday) is a single mother struggling with a tough financial situation and far too frequently turning to alcohol to escape her problems. Ebony and her kids—Nate (Caleb McLaughlin, Stranger Things), Shante (Demi Singleton, King Richard) and Andre (Anthony B. Jenkins, Never Let Go)—hope to have a fresh start in Pittsburgh, with the help of her mother, Alberta (Glenn Close, Fatal Attraction, Hillbilly Elegy), a cancer patient undergoing treatment and newly-devout Christian who makes no secret of the fact that she disapproves of Ebony’s life choices. The tension between the two is palpable. Ebony is temperamental and frequently verbally abuses her children, even smacking them on occasion, and a social worker named Cynthia (Mo’Nique, Precious: Based On The Novel Push by Sapphire) is constantly looking over her shoulder, and not without reason. The children have unexplained bruises, Ebony is drunk at all hours of the day and she and her mother—who was abusive to Ebony as a child—are constantly fighting. The kids aren’t exactly having the time of their lives, as Nate faces bullying in the neighborhood, Shante pines for her absent father and young Andre finds solace in an imaginary friend named Trey. And just when it seems that things couldn’t get worse, in addition to their tendency to be covered in unexplained bruises, the kids all start to display frighteningly bizarre behaviorfirst at school, then at home—including speaking in tongues, climbing backwards up the walls, sobbing uncontrollably, and eating their own feces. It eventually becomes clear to Ebony that the kids are possessed, though, of course, no one believes her, so she brings in an expert, Reverend Bernice James (Aunjanue Ellis-Taylor, King Richard, Origin) to perform an exorcism. These demons aren’t going to go with out a fight (possession is nine tenths of the law, after all) and Ebony must battle the forces of evil for the very souls of her family.
The Deliverance is a disjointed mess, with much of the first half of the film being an involving family drama and shifting on a dime to become an insipid and exploitative inner city take on The Exorcist. Daniels was inspired by the Ammons haunting case of 2011, which also involved a mother using demonic possession to explain her kids frequent absences from school, as well as their bruises, and has been largely debunked. It’s very hard to get around the feeling that the film is in remarkably bad taste in regards to its treatment of child abuse, and it reaches a point where it becomes truly baffling. A message of avoiding a judgemental view of our neighbors and recognizing that we never know what a person is going through is certainly worthwhile. It’s at best questionable as to whether that should extend to giving the benefit of the doubt to an alcoholic parent who asserts, “I’m not hitting my kids, the Devil is!”. The movie is far too dark and disturbing in its depiction of real world problems to be fun in any way, yet when it moves into full on horror mode, it loses all credibility as fact-based drama, leaving the clear question: why does this movie exist? By the end of the film, Ebony’s choice to get back together with the kids’ father and “try to make things work” immediately had me wondering if I’d just watched a supernatural take on The Parent Trap.
Day gives an intense and riveting performance, making Ebony starkly human—even if she’s rarely likable—and she single-handedly gives the film redeeming value. Close is a legendary actress who is long overdue an Oscar, and as a big fan, it’s more than a bit frustrating to watch her reduced to seeing if she can get a Best Supporting Actress win out of playing a cancer patient on her deathbed who grows fangs when the demon takes hold and starts spouting obscenities and racial slurs. The combination of fangs and the baldness that comes with chemotherapy gives Close a vampiric appearance, and deliberately using the effects of cancer to make a character look more creepy is an odious ploy that needs to be called out. Daniels owes a lot of people an apology for this crass choice. Ellis-Taylor is effective as the wise Reverend, and in a different film it could be an effective performance, but her arrival here simply signals that the movie is going completely off the rails. The young actors who play the kids give impressive performances, but they all deserve a far better vehicle.
The Deliverance is the kind of movie that keeps your attention to the end, then leaves you feeling used and angry when it’s over. There’s no denying that there’s a certain degree of skill involved in the filmmaking, but it’s all put toward such an unworthy end that if anything, that just gave me more to hold against it. This isn’t the first time that a major Netflix original has left me wishing that it was getting a more substantial theatrical run, but it is the first time that my reasoning was the knowledge that it would largely be ignored in theaters, whereas it’s likely to hurt many an unsuspecting viewer on streaming. –Patrick Gibbs
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