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The Long Game (2024) – Movie Review

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The Long Game (2024) – Movie Review

The Long Game, 2024.

Directed by Julio Quintana.
Starring Jay Hernandez, Dennis Quaid, Cheech Marin, Julian Works, Jaina Lee Ortiz, Brett Cullen, Oscar Nunez, Paulina Chávez, Gregory Diaz IV, José Julián, Christian Gallegos, Miguel Ángel García, Gillian Vigman, Richard Robichaux, Jimmy Gonzales, Michael Southworth, Mykle McCoslin, Chet Grissom, Boo Arnold, Larry Jack Dotson, Mariana Alvarez, and Heather Kafka.

SYNOPSIS:

In a segregated Texas, five Mexican-American teenage caddies were prohibited from playing at the country club where they worked. Against all odds, they formed their own team, built a one-hole course in the fields, and won the 1957 Texas State championship. Based on a true story.

Golf is a significant focus in director Julio Quintana’s period piece, racially-charged sports drama The Long Game. It’s also not the game that the title is referencing. That would be more of a mental game of when to pull ahead and when to play nice with insecure, racist white people that is, sadly, as relevant as it is today than it was in the mid-1950s for the true story of a scrappy Mexican-American high school golf team who went on to win a Texas state championship.

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In a time for sports when minorities were either considered a humiliating form of entertainment or thankless help, this complicated reality at least one of the boys, Joe Trevino (Julian Works), is aware of (and has further reinforced unto him by his father) almost prevents him from joining the team entirely. What good could come from trying to compete with white teens on their turf when the rules will be bent and broken to stack the deck against talented minorities, anyway? Yes, these are sports clichés despite being an unfortunate, unfair true-to-life past, but the filmmakers (which includes a screenplay from Paco Farias, Julio Quintana, and Jennifer C. Stetson based on the novel by Humberto G. Garcia) smartly stay focused on these mindsets.

For one, it’s frustrating that there are minorities here who either feel the need or are talked into playing nice with white people and told that further stoking their flames will only provoke more drama and violence. There is a key moment here where a white teenage golfer is practically saying every racist thing imaginable to one of the Mexican-American players, begging to be punched in the face. We want to see it happen, but when that character is told to stand down, not let the nastiness get to him, and let his actions on the course speak for itself, it’s probably the right call for this era even if we still desperately want to see this kid knocked on his ass. In 2024, however, there would be no excuses or reason to let that racial harassment fly, with the consequences for such a scuffle possibly feeling more balanced. Or maybe I’m talking out of my ass, and the world hasn’t changed all that much. Nevertheless, The Long Game succeeds at inciting such conversations.

It is those smaller, thought-provoking political moments that compensate for what is otherwise a straightforward sports movie about an underdog team of likable kids trying to find their footing in life. Even the presence of Dennis Quaid here as war hero Frank Mitchell with connections and a key to allow his former military squad mate turned high school superintendent JB Peña (Jay Hernandez) access to the golf course for the team to practice is wise enough to never stick with his perspective for too long and go down the dreaded white savior path. The character has a thing or two to learn about complicity in prejudiced behavior and some wartime guilt, none of which overwhelms the rest of the experience.

As for JB, his motives initially aren’t entirely pure. At first, he puts together the team as an alternative punishment for giving teenagers community service, following the recognition that they had thwacked a golf ball through his car door windshield while he was on the road. He sees talent in them, but he also sees an opportunity to coach on the same segregated golf course that denied him a country club membership. From there, he bonds with the kids and enters into several discussions on race relations with them, most of which make up the most engaging aspects of the film. Each kid shows some distinct personality, with one romantic subplot, although those personal elements to the narrative here are less satisfying.

The second half of The Long Game leans into the sporting aspect and golf tournament, although there is still a surprising amount of edge for this film that somehow got away with a PG rating despite numerous instances of harsh language and racial slurs. In the best way, it feels like the PG rating of yesteryear, where movies were allowed to be authentic and challenge younger audiences. It’s moving and inspiring in the expected ways, but also a smart examination of race relations for the time that can be traced to today for further analysis, a time where it’s hopefully okay to punch a racist in the face.

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

Robert Kojder is a member of the Chicago Film Critics Association and the Critics Choice Association. He is also the Flickering Myth Reviews Editor. Check here for new reviews, follow my Twitter or Letterboxd, or email me at MetalGearSolid719@gmail.com

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‘Black Rabbit, White Rabbit’ Review: Disqualified for the Oscars, Tajikistan Drama Is an Inviting, Meandering Meta-Narrative

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‘Black Rabbit, White Rabbit’ Review: Disqualified for the Oscars, Tajikistan Drama Is an Inviting, Meandering Meta-Narrative

Selected by Tajikistan but ultimately not accepted by the Academy to compete in the Oscar international feature category, “Black Rabbit, White Rabbit” begins ambitiously, with a famous quote from playwright Anton Chekhov about setups and payoffs — about how if a gun is established in a story, it must go off. Moments later, an inviting long take involving a young man selling an antique rifle ends in farcical tragedy, signaling an equally farcical series of events that grow stranger and stranger. The film, by Iranian director Shahram Mokri, folds in on itself in intriguing (albeit protracted) ways, warping its meta-fictional boundaries until they supersede its characters, or any underlying meaning.

Still, it’s a not-altogether-uninteresting exercise in exploring the contours of storytelling, told through numerous thematically interconnected vignettes. The opening Chekhov quote, though it might draw one’s attention to minor details that end up insignificant, ensures a heightened awareness of the movie’s artifice, until the film eventually pulls back and becomes a tale of its own making. But en route to this semi-successful postmodern flourish, its character drama is enticing enough on its own, with hints of magical realism. It begins with the tale of a badly injured upper-class woman, Sara (Hasti Mohammai), discovering that her car accident has left her with the ability to communicate with household objects.

Sara’s bandages need changing, and the stench of her ointment becomes a quick window into her relationships. Her distant husband rejects her; her boisterous stepdaughter is more frank, but ultimately accepting; her gardener and handyman stays as diplomatic as he can. However, the film soon turns the gunfire payoff in its prologue into a broader setup of its own, as a delivery man shows up at Sara’s gate, insisting that she accept delivery for an object “the deceased man” has paid for.

Mokri eventually returns to this story (through a slightly tilt-shifted lens), but not before swerving headfirst into a seemingly unrelated saga of extras on a film set and a superstitious prop master, Babak (Babak Karimi), working on a shot-for-shot remake of an Iranian classic. A mix of rapid-fire Tajik, Persian and Russian dialogue creates dilemma upon dilemma when Babak’s ID goes missing, preventing him from being able to thoroughly check the prop ammunition for an assassination scene.

Danger begins to loom — a recent Alec Baldwin case even warrants a mention on-screen — as the notion of faulty firearms yanks Chekhov’s wisdom front and center once more, transforming it from a writing tip into a phantasmagorical inevitability. In keeping with the previous story, the props even communicate with each other (through subtitles) and begin gossiping about what might come to pass.

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After establishing these narrative parameters through unbroken, fluid shots filmed at a sardonic distance, Mokri soon begins playing mischievous temporal games. He finds worthwhile excuses to revisit scenes from either different angles or with a slightly altered aesthetic approach — with more proximity and intimacy — in order to highlight new elements of his mise-en-scène. What’s “real” and “fictional,” even within the movie’s visual parlance, begins to blur in surreal ways, largely pivoting around Babak simply trying to do his job. However, the more this tale engorges through melodic, snaking takes, the more it circles around a central point, rather than approaching it.

The film’s own expanse becomes philosophically limiting, even though it remains an object of curiosity. When it’s all said and done, the playfulness on display in “Black Rabbit, White Rabbit” is quite remarkable, even if the story’s contorting framework seldom amounts to much, beyond drawing attention to itself. It’s cinema about cinema in a manner that, on one hand, lives on the surface, but on the other hand, invites you to explore its texture in ways few other movies do.

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‘Christmas Karma’ movie review: A Bollywood Carol with little cheer

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‘Christmas Karma’ movie review: A Bollywood Carol with little cheer

Kunal Nayyar in ‘Christmas Karma’
| Photo Credit: True Bit Entertainment/YouTube

Christmas jumpers are all I can remember of this film. As this reimagining of Charles Dickens’ A Christmas Carol dragged on with sickly-sweet sentimentality and song, my eyes constantly tried to work out whether those snowflakes and reindeer were printed on the jerseys or, if knitted, how complicated the patterns would have been.

Christmas Karma (English)

Director: Gurinder Chadha

Starring: Kunal Nayyar, Leo Suter, Charithra Chandran, Pixie Lott, Danny Dyer, Boy George, Hugh Bonneville, Billy Porter, Eva Longoria, Mia Lomer

Storyline: A miserly businessman learns the true meaning of Christmas when visited by ghosts of Christmas past, present and future

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Runtime: 114 minutes

Gurinder Chadha, who gave us the gorgeous Bend it Like Beckham (who wants to make aloo gobi when you can bend the ball like Beckham indeed) has served up an unappetising Bollywood song-and-dance version of Dickens’ famous Christmas story.

A still from the film

A still from the film
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A curmudgeonly Indian businessman, Ishaan Sood (Kunal Nayyar), fires his entire staff on Christmas Eve—except his accountant, Bob (Leo Suter)—after catching them partying at the office. Sood’s nephew, Raj (Shubham Saraf) invites him for a Christmas party which he refuses to attend.

He returns home after yelling at some carol singers for making a noise, the shopkeeper (Nitin Ganatra) at the corner for his business decisions and a cabbie (Danny Dyer) for being too cheerful.

His cook-housekeeper, Mrs. Joshi (Shobu Kapoor) tells him to enjoy his dinner in the dark as he has not paid for heat or electricity. He is visited by the spirit of his dead business partner, Marley (Hugh Bonneville), who is in chains with the spirits of all the people he wronged. Marley’s spirit tells Sood that he will be visited by three spirits who will reveal important life lessons.

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A still from the film

A still from the film
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The Ghost of Christmas Past (Eva Longoria), with Day of the Dead makeup and three mariachis providing musical accompaniment, shows Sood his early, happy days in Uganda as a child and the trauma of being expelled from the country by Idi Amin.

Sood comes to Britain where his father dies of heartbreak and decides the only way out is to earn a lot of money. He meets and falls in love with Bea (Charithra Chandran) but loses her when he chooses paisa over pyaar even though he tries to tell her he is being ruthless only to earn enough to keep her in luxury.

The Ghost of Christmas Present (Billy Porter) shows Bob’s twee house full of Christmas cheer, despite the roast chicken past its sell-by date, and his young son, Tim, bravely smiling despite his illness.

The Ghost of Christmas Future (Boy George, Karma is sure a chameleon!) shows Sood dying alone except for Bob and Mrs. Joshi. He sees the error of his ways and throws much money around as he makes everything alright. He even ends up meeting up with his childhood friend in Uganda.

Apart from the mixed messages (money makes everything alright, let us pray for the NHS but go to Switzerland to get well) and schmaltzy songs, Christmas Karma suffers from weak writing and wooden acting.

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Priyanka Chopra’s Hindi rendition of George Michael’s ‘Last Christmas’ runs over the end credits featuring Chadha and the crew, bringing back fond memories of Bina Mistry’s ‘Hot Hot Hot’ from Bend it Like Beckham. Even a sitar version by Anoushka Shankar is to no avail as watching this version of A Christmas Carol ensures bad karma in spades.

Christmas Karma is currently running in theatres

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Dust Bunny

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An orphaned girl hires her hitman next-door neighbor to kill the monster under her bed. This R-rated action/horror movie mashup has lots of violence but surprisingly little gore. However, there are still many gruesome moments, even if they’re just offscreen. And some language and a strange portrayal of Christian worship come up, too.

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