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Movie Review: “Blue Heron”

Past and present magically merge in this emotionally loaded ode to childhood memories

Blue Heron
Starring  Eylul Guven, Amy Zimmer, Edik Beddoes & Iringó Réti
Written and directed by Sophy Romvari
Rated PG-13

In limited release Friday, April 24; expanded release May 8

In mythology, the blue heron—an elegant bird that swoops gracefully into the water and then back into the sky—symbolizes a bridge between the physical and the spiritual. It’s an apt metaphor for this impressively crafted, quietly intense, emotionally charged drama seen at first though the eyes of a child, then later re-examined by the young woman she becomes.

We first meet little Sasha (Eylul Guven) when she arrives with her family for a summer retreat on Canada’s Vancouver Island in the 1990s. Sasha has three brothers, and the oldest, Jeremy (Edik Beddoes), is a young teen with some pronounced behavioral issues. He’s quiet, sullen and unresponsive, but artistically gifted. And he plays dead on the doorstep, shoplifts from stores and walks across the ridge of the rooftop like it’s a tightrope. His parents (Iringó Réti and Ádám Tompo) worry that he may harm himself, or others.

Sasha takes this all in, so do we. We watch and listen, as she does, as her parents discuss what to do with their teenage son who’s become increasingly hard to manage. Is he “just acting out,” or are there more profound developmental issues? A learning disability? Oppositional-defiant disorder? “He’s troubled,” says his mother, “but he’s not crazy.”

Canadian writer-director Sophy Romvari inventively blends past and present, memories and reality, when “adult” Sasha (Amy Zimmer) takes up the story, 20 years down the road, bothered by not knowing what was wrong, exactly, with her brother, or what eventually happened to him. Romvari has noted that Blue Heron is semi-autobiographical, inspired by her own childhood, and the film drops subtle hints at that very connection—with a shot of young Sasha holding her father’s movie camera, or later, grown-up Sasha making a documentary film about her brother. It blends the director’s memories into a movie—about a director making a movie of her memories, and filling in the gaps.

Blue Heron is rich in little details, with the sights and sounds of life. It captures the everyday rhythms of Sasha’s family, giving them calm, almost elegant portent—as the kids play and squabble, the mom peels a potato, or the dad clicks away with his camera. When Sasha and her brothers are on the bed in front of a TV, we know from the sound that they’re absorbed with Bugs Bunny and Elmer Fudd in a Looney Toons cartoon; as grown-up Sasha sits soaking in her bathtub watching an old movie, we can tell from the dialogue it’s Cary Grant’s 1940 screwball newspaper comedy His Girl Friday. Those off-camera audio clues nod to the screwed-up situation with Jeremy that taxed his parents before spiraling out of their control.

At one point, the dad shows his kids the “magic” of how a photograph he’s just taken of them becomes an 8×10 image in his basement darkroom. They watch in wonder and the image slowly materializes, revealing a scene from only moments ago. “Time is going backward,” he tells them.

Time goes backward in Blue Heron, but I won’t spoil the surprise by telling you exactly how. Let’s just say that Sasha gets to re-experience her childhood in a most unique way, one that bridges the physical and the spiritual, the real and the remembered, the mundane and the mystical. It’s about mental health, the magical moments that shape our lives, and moving on.

And like a blue heron, it will swoop into your heart before soaring toward the heavens and leaving you with a song—a very appropriate 1990s tune by Daniel Johnston called “Some Things Last a Long Time.”

Indeed, they do, like childhood memories.

Neil Pond

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Movie Review: “Michael”

Sanitized King of Pop biopic sidesteps the icky parts of Jackson’s troubling legacy

Michael
Starring Jaafar Jackson, Colman Domingo & Nia Long
Directed by Antoine Fuqua
Rated PG-13

In theaters Friday, April 24

The new musical biopic of Michael Jackson is heavy on the music but lite on the bio.

Centered on Jackson’s strained relationship with his domineering father, Joe, from the mid-1960s through the ‘80s, it sidesteps the controversies, scandals and accusations that later tarnished the superstar’s reputation.

But if you’re looking to get your groove on with Michael Jackson’s greatest hits, here you go. The film recreates more than a dozen performances, recording sessions and familiar music videos, like “Thriller” and “Beat It.” Young Juliano Valdi does a commendable job as preteen Michael, getting walloped with daddy Joe’s belt for every musical misstep he makes with his older brothers Jermaine, Marlon, Tito and Jackie. Jackson’s real-life nephew, Jaafar Jackson, steps into the role as teenage Michael. He bears some natural resemblance to his late uncle, but dress him in iconic MJ outfits, top him with a Jheri curl, and give him Michael’s evolving, ever-smaller nose, and you might forget for a few fleeting moments that you’re not seeing the real deal.

Oscar-nominated Colman Domingo keeps the plot pot astir as the temperamental Jackson patriarch, Joe, who can’t accept that Michael spreads his solo wings apart from the Jackson 5 boy band. Nia Long, best known for her role on TV’s NCIS: Los Angeles, is Joe’s long-suffering wife, Katherine, who loves cozying up with her youngest son and a tub of popcorn on the couch to laugh along to the antics of The Three Stooges and Charlie Chaplin.

As Michael’s star rises, we see other recognizable faces, including Michael Myers as the head of CBS Records, Miles Teller playing the entertainment lawyer who becomes Michael’s manager, and Black-ish star Deon Cole as boxing promoter Don King.

We watch Michael indulge his love of animals, turning his home into a menagerie with a pet rat, a snake, a llama, a giraffe and the chimp he named Bubbles. (Somewhat distractingly, Bubbles is clearly an overly cute CGI creation.) We see Michael visit hospitals and burn centers—especially after his own scalp catches fire during an ill-fated TV commercial shoot for Pepsi—to comfort sick kids.  

Director Antoine Fuqua (whose other films include Southpaw, Training Day and the 2016 remake of The Magnificent Seven) has a handle especially on the live performance scenes, which do pack a musical punch. But there’s a soft-pedal, generic feel to the drama, a paint-by-numbers path straight out of the “musical biopic” playbook. Michael Jackson might have been a lot of things, but paint-by-numbers wasn’t one of them.

There’s moonwalking, crotch-grabbing, sequined gloves and fancy footwork galore. One of Michael’s first producers, Berry Gordy (Power Book’s Larenz Tate) tells him to keep still in the recording booth, because he keeps slip-sliding in and out of range of the microphone. Michael is fascinated by Peter Pan and Never Never Land, the story’s place where children never grow up, where childhood never ends.

The movie ends with Michael taking the stage in London in 1988, just after the release of his seventh album, Bad.

But it stops short of Michael’s sad last act—overdosing on medications administered by his personal physician in 2009—after a media circus of criminal indictments, courtroom appearances and an eventual acquittal on 13 charges of child molestation. That omission might have something to do with the film being financed by Jackson’s estate, which likely wanted to steer clear of anything icky.

But it’s hard to forget all that as part of Jackson’s tarnished legacy, as this disinfected, feel-good tribute seemingly wants to do. It wants us to remember Jackson as the King of Pop, fulfilling his wish to become the biggest star in the world, but not how he lost much of his reputation in the process, alone and adrift in his own Never Never Land.  

—Neil Pond

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Movie Review: “I Swear”

Compassionate biopic shows the humanity of Tourette’s syndrome

I Swear
Starring Robert Aramayo, Maxine Peake & Peter Mulan
Directed by Kirk Jones
Rated R

In theaters April 24

Sometimes John can’t control what he says or does. He spits food, spews obscenities, punches, jerks and slaps. He has the neurological condition known as Tourette’s syndrome, so named for the French physician who first chronicled what he called “convulsive tic disorder.”

The aptly titled I Swear is an inspiring and solidly composed biopic based on John Davidson, a real-life Scotsman who suffered most of his life with Tourette’s and later became recognized—by the Queen of England, no less!—as a crusader for people with his condition. A 1989 BBC documentary, John’s Not Mad, brought even more attention to his cause.

This film, which was released late last year in Great Britian, now comes to America. And you need to see it, I swear!

The cast is first-rate. Young Scott Ellis Watson makes a most impressive movie debut as teenage John, a soccer-playing lad whose facial tics, verbal outbursts and bodily spasms get him into trouble at school, and at home. Robert Aramayo, who played Eddard Stark in two seasons of HBO’s Game of Thrones, is nothing short of phenomenal in the leading role as grownup John. He’s already received a Best Actor trophy from the British Academy Film Awards (Britain’s Oscars). If Dustin Hoffman can get an Academy Award nomination for playing an autistic savant in Rain Main, Aramayo certainly deserves a nod for I Swear.

Maxine Peak also does an excellent job as Dottie, the sweetly sympathetic mom of one of John’s buddies, who warmly takes John into her own family when his mother (Shirley Henderson, from the movie-verses of Harry Potter and Bridget Jones) becomes exasperated with his constant flair-ups, which drive his father to leave. Peter Mullen, a prolific Scottish actor and director, plays Tommy, who becomes John’s advocate and mentor—and gives him a job—at a local community center.

John eventually starts a support group for others like him, widening the circle to their frazzled parents as well. I suspect that a lot of the onscreen extras, portraying kids and adults navigating life with Tourette’s and all its bumps, blips and bruises, are doing just that—living it, not just acting it. Kudos to I Swear for also showing the reality of Tourette’s. 

Director Kirk Jones, who also wrote the screenplay, recreates John’s world across the decades, framing it with sweetness, dabs of humor and moments of wrenching hurt. We watch as the school headmaster (Ron Donache, also a Game of Thrones alum) continually thrashes John’s upturned hand with his belt, turning his palm into a pulp; thinking John’s tics are just prankish tricks, he tries to beat his “unacceptable” behavior into submission. A soccer scout wonders aloud if John is “disabled.” We see how John’s outburst at a movie ruins his date—and his chances—with a schoolgirl pal. We see him fraught with misery, trying to take his own life. People stare, flinch or laugh when he cuts loose with a shout, a racial slur or a scatological profanity. John gets arrested when his Tourette’s takes over and lands him into a barroom brawl, and later a courtroom. A couple of guys beat him so badly he ends up in the hospital, all because he blurted out “slut” at a young woman.

It’s painful to watch, knowing that John understands what he’s doing but, despite medication to manage, he’s powerless to restrain it. Until, that is, a kindly therapist (Carolina Valdés) throws him a lifeline with a new device that helps control his uncontrollable neurological misfires. Finally, for the first time, he can have a “normal” interaction with a stranger on a train or walk into a public library without disrupting the quiet and the calm.

“The problem is not Tourette’s,” John says to a group of parents at one point. “The problem is people don’t know enough about Tourette’s.” And he set out to teach them.

This compassionate Scottish crowd pleaser about a man with an often-misunderstood neuro-motor disorder has a lot it can teach us all.

—Neil Pond  

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Movie Review: “You, Me & Tuscany”

Halle Bailey stars in comedic, Italian-flavored tangle of romance, food and family

Michael (Regé-Jean Page) and Anna (Halle Bailey)

You, Me & Tuscany
Starring Halle Bailey, Regé-Jean Page and Lorenzo de Moor
Directed by Kat Corio
Rated PG-13

In theaters Friday, April 10

Halle Bailey, who starred as Ariel in Disney’s 2023 live-action remake of its 1989 animated musical classic, is still longing to be “Part of Your World” as Anna, a culinary school dropout who takes a trip to Italy. Low on funds but relishing the exotic break from her life back in New York City, she crashes an empty villa and pretends to be the fiancé of its absentee owner, cooking up a comedic swirl of faked identity, a pretend engagement and accelerated wedding plans.

And a chaotic romantic triangle with two Tuscan-hunk cousins who grew up as brothers, Michael and Matteo (Lorenzo de Moor and Bridgerton’s Regé-Jean Page).

“It’s complicated, I guess,” Anna says at one point.

You, Me & Tuscany won’t win any awards, but it will likely find its target audience with movie lovers who love unpretentious, feel-good yarns, dreamy romances with photogenic stars, one-liner laughs, picture-postcard scenery and some zingy dashes of PG-13 spice—like the little mini-taxi nicknamed something that sounds like American slang for, well, you’ll know it when you hear it. And when the cousins’ boisterous, oversexed aunt holds up a vegetable when it reminds her of her ongoing “side-dish” fling with her plumber, well, you’ll get that, too.

The movie shares some cinematic roots with other sunny Mediterranean romantic romps, like Roman Holiday, Under the Tuscan Sun and A Room with a View. It also makes a nod to My Big Fat Greek Wedding with its jabbering gaggle of colorful extended-family “locals” and an early scene featuring Nia Vardalos, the star of three Big Fat flicks.  

And foodies will love the focus on Italian nourishments, from pasta to panini and wine, wine and more wine, and ripe grapes plucked right off the vine. There’s also a singing gardener (Emanuele Pacca), a wizened old aunt (Stefani Casini), a jealous ex- (Desirée Pöpper), a cute little piglet and a tour bus of wisecracking sightseers turned on seeing Anna and Michael making out, soaked to the skin from vineyard sprinklers.

Bailey, who’s also an accomplished singer (in the R&B sister duo Chloe & Bailey) even gets to croon a little bit of “Let Me Love You,” the smooooooth Grammy-nominated 2004 “oldie” from the artist known as Mario.

Will Anna get back in the kitchen, in a part of the world where “food is life”? Which delicious dude will she end up with? Who’ll win the big annual barrel race through town? And how in the world does she keep producing stylish outfits—a wardrobe’s worth of skirts, midriff tops and low-cut, cleavage-showcase blouses—from the small carry-on she brought on the trip?

As Anna says, it’s complicated. And mostly predictable, with few surprises, some laughs and tame innuendos, and a warmhearted message about family—the one you’re born with, and the one you find. If you’re not overly picky about plot points, just sit back and enjoy the sights and the scenery, the men and the menu, as Anna works her way out of a knotty Tuscan romantic tangle. Salut!

Neil Pond

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Movie Review: “The Super Mario Galaxy Movie”

Popular videogame plumber brothers embark on a new high-energy fantasy quest

The Super Mario Galaxy Movie
Voices by Chris Pratt, Jack Black, Anya Taylor-Joy and Glenn Powell
Directed by Aaron Horvath & Michael Jelenic
Rated PG

In theaters Wednesday, April 1

Don’t worry if you don’t know your Koopa Troopas from your Toads, your Koopalings from your Lumas. Even if you’ve never laid eyes on the Mushroom Kingdom, Yoshi’s Island or Goomba Village, you’ll nonetheless be dazzled by this latest animated installment of the wildly popular Nintendo videogame franchise.

And there’s never a dull moment as plumber brothers Mario (voiced by Chris Pratt) and Luigi (Charlie Day) join Princess Peach (Anya Taylor-Joy) on a zippy mission throughout the cosmos to find the princess’ abducted sister, Rosalina (Bree Larson), the “mother” of the babbling, star-shaped Lumas. It’s a cosmic fairytale, a ferociously whimsical, candy-coated stardust-sprinkled fantasy romp as they encounter bad guys, dinosaurs, gigantic spaceships, floating galleons and literally dozens of characters from the Super Mario universe while running an obstacle-course gauntlet of videogame-like perils.

The animation is eye-popping, the storyline wildly imaginative, the setups super-saturated in detail. I particularly enjoyed the Casino, with Princess Peach racing around a massive roulette wheel, and the blaster than turns its targets into babies. Videogame fans will love a scene that connects the onscreen action to a screen-within-the-screen and the movie’s pixelated roots in the ‘80s.

Listen closely and you’ll recognize some familiar voices, including Jack Black as the villainous, scene-stealing Bowser, the King of the Kroopas, and Benny Sadfie as his son, Bowser Jr. Donald Glover is Yoshi, the little green dino with the golly-whopping tongue. Luis Guzmán is the toad-like king Wart, Issa Rae has a scene as the hive highness Honey Queen, and Glen Powell swoops in as the suave, Han Solo-ish Fox McCloud.

How popular is Super Mario? Well, the previous film, 2023’s The Super Mario Brothers Movie, trailed only Barbie at the box office, grossing more than $1.3 billion. Look for this one to be a real crowd-pleaser too.

So join the party for this bright-n-lively, action-packed romp across the universe, a family-friendly flight of imagination with a colorful plumber-adventurer and his crew who’ve been keeping gamers entertained and engaged now for more than 40 years.

—Neil Pond

Movie Review: “Project Hail Mary”

Ryan Gosling stars as a reluctant astronaut on a wild ride to save the sun.

Project Hail Mary
Starring Ryan Gosling and Sandra Hüller
Directed by Phil Lord and Christopher Miller
Rated PG-13

In theaters Friday, March 20

Ryan Gosling is far out—far, far, far out—in this sweeping sci-fi space epic that heads to the edge of the universe before reaching down deep into your heart.

The La La Land star plays Ryland Grace, a middle-school science teacher who becomes a reluctant astronaut. “I put the not in astronaut,” he protests. But his resistance is for naught, as he’s…well, conscripted for a NASA mission to a distant solar system, nearly 12 light years away. His specific science smarts are needed to find out how to defeat a rapidly growing organism that’s gobbling up solar energy…from our sun as well as others. Unless it’s stopped, he’s told, in 30 years life on Earth will be over and out.

The mission is called Project Hail Mary, because it’s a desperate, deep throw into the cosmos, a fraught last chance at staying in the game of life. Acclaimed German actress Sandra Hüller (The Zone of Interest) has a significant role as the head of the project, back on Earth.

At one point, we get a glimpse of the mementos Grace has brought with him on the trip. One is a T-shirt from his teaching days with a play on the periodic table; it reads, “AH! The element of surprise.” There are several surprises in this splendidly engaging and wildly entertaining tale, including its generous seasoning of sly, spry humor. Directors Phil Lord and Christopher Miller—collaborators on Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs, The Lego Movie, the Spider-Verse franchise, and 21 Jump Street and its sequel—certainly know how to sprinkle the wit around. Watch and listen closely to catch the nods to Alien, Close Encounters and an iconic franchise about a boxing champ, and the gal he’s fighting for.

But this mission’s secret weapon is Gosling, a truly versatile actor with an arsenal of likeability. Grace is shocked to discover, after his induced hibernation, that he’s the sole survivor of his spaceship’s crew. Then he comes across another space traveler, an alien who moves like a spider made of stone. Grace nicknames him Rocky—and learns that he’s also the lone survivor of his own mission to save his planet’s star from a slow death.

The core of the movie is the growing relationship between Grace and Rocky as they learn how to communicate and collaborate, becoming soulmates and friends in the process. Told in flashbacks as well as “real time,” there are twist and turns, thrills, elation and tears before it’s all over. Trust me when I say you might find yourself reaching for your hankie.

Project Hail Mary has the eye-popping scope, spectacle and scale of a modern-day 2001: A Space Odyssey, blended with the resonate emotional heft of ET. I particularly dug the music, from the ethereal soundtrack by award-winning British composer Daniel Pemberton to the well-chosen needle drops with songs of Harry Styles, The Beatles and Kris Kristofferson.

Movies have been going into space for well over a century, all the way back to the dawn of the 1900s and French filmmaker Georges Méliès’ A Trip to the Moon. (Gosling himself starred, in 2018, as astronaut Neil Armstrong in First Man.) But Project Hail Mary is a modern standout, one of the first truly great, impressive films of the year, an uplifting assertion that we’re all in it together, no matter what corner of the sky we call home, that bravery—and friendship—can take many shapes and forms.

And that students anywhere—and I mean anywhere—would love to have Ryan Gosling as their supercool science teacher.

Project Hail Mary scores a movie touchdown.

—Neil Pond

Movie Review: “Reminders of Him”

Page-to-screen adaptation travels a road full of plot potholes, in an orange Ford pickup

Reminders of Him
Starting Maika Monroe and Tyriq Withers
Directed by Vanessa Caswill
Rated PG-13

In theaters Friday, March 13

Fans of the romantic fiction of author Colleen Hoover likely already know that her 2022 novel Reminders of Him has been movie-tized, the third adaptation of her work to hit the screen. And they’ll likely lap up every movie morsel of this sappy saga about a young mom fighting to reconnect with her four-year-old daughter after serving time in prison for causing the car crash that resulted in the death her boyfriend, Scotty.

Maika Monroe stars as Kenna, who returns to her Wyoming hometown and a not-exactly-warm welcome, especially from Scotty’s parents (Bradley Whitford and Lauren Graham), who now have custody of their granddaughter, Diem. Things get complicated—and steamy—when Kenna meets the hunky former NFL player-turned-bartender Ledger (Tyriq Withers), who happened to be the best friend of her former lover.

How it all works out won’t surprise readers of Hoover’s treacly prose. Reminders of Him is predictable, pedestrian romantic glop, with some glaring questions in its plot potholes and few surprises, except perhaps seeing country hitmaker Lainey Wilson in her acting debut, playing a twangy supermarket manager.

The dialog is cringe-worthy pablum, with characters saying things like “While you’re obliterating your liver, you might as well keep an eye on your chlamydia,” and “I want to meet the human that Scotty and I made.” Whitford and Graham, two well-established actors, are given pitifully little to do, and Laney Wilson’s character drops completely out of the story after a couple of scenes. The little girl who plays Kenna’s daughter, Zoe Kosovic, gets plenty of “cutey-pie” camera closeups, a few more than the mewing little feline who plays Kenna’s kittycat.

If you catch my drift that I didn’t really like Reminders of Him, you’re right. But I always remember something my kindergarten teacher, Miss Alma Jackson, told me eons ago, about how if you can’t say something nice, don’t say anything. So here are a few nice things about the movie.

– Withers’ character tools around in a Ford pickup painted bright orange, like the General Lee in The Dukes of Hazzard, for no explicable reason. Perhaps his character grew up watching Bo and Luke and singing along with Waylon Jennings to “Good Ol’ Boys.” And maybe Laney Wilson’s song, “Heart Like a Truck,” was really about Ledger’s ride.

– Maika Monroe is a bona fide scream queen, with a resume that includes It Follows, Longlegs and and Resident Evil Requiem. Seeing her in Reminders of Him reminded me of seeing her in other movies that had some real chomp and bite, and maybe a serial killer or zombies.

– It’s an hour and fifty-some minutes long—mercifully, just under two hours. Longer would have been excruciating.

– It’s the only film I’ve ever seen bold enough to think someone saying “a friggin’ pigeon” is repeatedly funny. So, it at least has the conviction to stand up for its punchlines, even as viewers scratch their heads and wonder, “Why is that funny?”

– Tyriq Withers is cut. You could hear an audible swoon from the overwhelmingly female audience when he took off his shirt. That’s some serious torso power. I can’t image the number of sit-up reps he did to get those washboards.

It won’t win any awards or catapult its actors to the next strata of stardom. But Reminders of Him might scratch an itch for moviegoers who want to gorge on some empty cinematic calories, gaze upon the rare sight of an orange pickup—and get out a good shirtless swoon or two.

Neil Pond

Movie Review: “undertone”

Paranormal podcast triggers a hellzapoppin’ dive into deep-dish delirium

undertone
Starring Nina Kiri & Michèle Duquet
Directed by Ian Tuason
Rated R

In theaters Friday, March 13

For decades, horror movies have fright-fueled our fears of technology run amok, with haunted TVs and videotapes, and supernatural spins on telephone calls, toys, artificial intelligence and the internet. This stylishly terrifying tale adds a new link in the chain of hi-tech horrors with an after-hours podcast that becomes a portal for unspeakable evil to flourish.

Nina Kiri (she played Alma in The Handmaid’s Tale) gives a bravo solo performance as Evy, a podcaster who has moved back home to take care of her dying, barely breathing mother (Michèle Duquet).When Evy and her co-host partner (a heard-but-never-seen Adam DeMarco) dive into some audio files a couple has anonymously sent them for their 3 a.m. paranormal podcast, strange and unsettling things start to happen.

The movie’s title (also the name of the podcast) is intentionally lowercase, suggesting something underneath and unheard, lurking below and hidden.

In a most impressive debut, director Ian Tuason weaves a masterful minimalist tapestry of creeping dread and doom, using only two characters onscreen and never going outside the rooms of their house. As befitting a movie built around a spooky podcast, the sound is a major component of the mounting terror. We hear what Evy hears, through her headphones or inside the house, forcing us to use our imagination about what might be going on.

There are screams, crying, bangs and thumps in the night, whooshes and other weirdness. The whistle of a teakettle, the tortured tick of the hands of a clock, and the alarmed ring of the telephone are potently chilling. Tuason meshes religious iconography (an open Bible, a painting of The Last Supper, a subplot about prayer) with ancient demonology, murderous moms and infanticide, and the suggestion that children’s nursery rhymes are backward-masked with horrific hidden-message wickedness.

And Evy announces at one point that she’s pregnant.

As she spirals into madness, the movie builds toward a lights-out climax that…well, you’ll have to use your ears to fill in what your eyes can’t see. But in this case, hearing is certainly horrifying enough.

undertone dares you to come along for its hellzapoppin’ dive into deep-dish delirium, a place of demons and death rattles, with a guarantee that you’ll never hear “London Bridge” or “Baa Baa Black Sheep” the same way again.

—Neil Pond

Movie Review: “Epic”

New fine-tuned Elvis doc reminds us why he’ll always be The King.

EPIC
Starring Elvis Presley
Directed by Baz Luhrmann
Rated PG

In IMAX theaters Friday, Feb. 20, and wide release Friday, Feb. 27

Australian director Baz Luhurmann’s 2022 movie Elvis starred Austin Butler as Elvis. This new one upgrades to the real deal: Elvis as Elvis, and more Elvis-y than ever. EPIC stands for Elvis Presley in Concert.

And that’s exactly what it is, and what makes it epic. It’s Elvis in concert like you’ve never seen Elvis before. Using recently unearthed and newly restored performance footage, old Super8 home movies and TV appearances, it’s a masterfully orchestrated immersion into the remarkable, iconic arc of Presley’s unmatched career, using his own words as narration. Much of the speaking—Elvis talking about his childhood, military service, musical influences, movies, fame, singing, his parents and more—comes from previously unreleased archival interviews, which the movie expertly interweaves throughout.  

A lot of the performance footage is from concerts filmed for two previous movies, Elvis: That’s the Way It Is (1970) and Elvis on Tour (1972). But now it’s been meticulously cleaned up and sharpened into strikingly vivid detail and definition, re-edited with enhanced audio that replicates what it must have felt like to be there live. It’s a movie you don’t just see and hear, you feel—the explosive chords, the bone-shaking seismic rumble of bass guitar, the percussive wallop of drums. It’s the energy, the excitement, the emotional mojo of watching Elvis so clearly, so up close and personal, curling his lips into that megawatt smile and making you feel like you’re right there with him. 

We also see Elvis in the Army and on The Ed Sullivan Show, where he was famously shown from only the waist up to not unsettle viewers with his pelvic gyrations. (We hear Elvis say music makes him feel like he’s got “ants in my pants.”) We watch as his singing superstardom leads him to Hollywood, where he languished in the doldrums of unchallenging acting roles. (Cue “Edge of Reality,” which he recorded in 1970, and its line about “life’s dream lies disillusioned.”)

And we’re along for the ride as he rehearses, then takes his show to Las Vegas for his triumphant musical comeback after all those cheesy films. Over the course of 90 minutes, we see or hear bits of some 75 songs, and some in their entirety, from “Hound Dog,” “Heartbreak Hotel” and “Don’t Be Cruel” to “In the Ghetto,” “Polk Salad Annie” and “I Shall Be Released.” You’ll hear Elvis put his own spin on Beatles, Simon and Garfunkel and the Righteous Brothers. It’s jam-packed, start to finish, with music.

We see women wailing, swooning, rushing the stage, grabbing, trying to wrangle a kiss or rip away a piece of his high-collared jumpsuit. We see his manager, Col. Tom Parker, whose dubious machinations kept Elvis from touring internationally, working at a feverish pace, and likely cut him out of money he should have received (cue “Devil in Disguise”). We see Elvis joshing with his backup singers, the Sweet Inspirations, and at home with wife Priscilla and their daughter, Lisa Marie. We learn how he winds down after the hormonal surge of a show by singing old gospel songs for hours with his backup quartet, the Jordanaires.   

But mostly we get Elvis being Elvis, singing, sopping wet with flop sweat, whipping and karate-kicking up a storm on stage, moving like he’s goosed with electrical current, grooving, teasing, pleasing, playing the audience like a showroom-sized instrument, building them up, calming them down, leaving them breathless at the end. “You started to rev it up,” Sammy Davis Jr. tells him after a show, “and it never stopped!”

For legions of Elvis fans, indeed, it’s never stopped.  He’s been gone now for almost 50 years, but this fine-tuned virtuoso documentary, this glossy and glorified salute, reminds everyone anew why he’ll always be The King.

Neil Pond

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Movie Review: “Wuthering Heights”

Margot Robbie and Jacob Elordi are the eye candy in this sexed-up, not-so-sweet new spin on Emily Brontë’s classic tale of toxic love

“Wuthering Heights”
Starring Margot Robbie and Jacob Elordi
Directed by Emerald Fennell
Rated R

In theaters Friday, Feb. 13

When you see children laughing at a hanged man’s visible erection in the opening scene, you know you’re in for a wild ride in director Emerald Fennell’s engorged adaptation of Emily Brontë’s enduring tale of love, longing, obsession and revenge on the bleak, tempest-tossed moors of old England in the 1800s.

There have been dozens of adaptations of Wuthering Heights over the decades, as films, TV series, plays and operas. Fennell, a provocative director (Promising Young Woman, Saltburn) who likes to color outside the lines, wanted quote marks around the title to perhaps suggest that her version takes some, ahem, creative liberties as it romps around the ol’ Yorkshire block. I don’t recall any of the previous versions—with Sir Laurence Olivier, Richard Burton, Ralph Fiennes and Timothy Dalton—having a soundtrack so heavy on Charli XCX, or a sweaty, voyeuristic BDSM session in the horse barn.

“This” version stars Margot Robbie as Catherine and Jacob Elordi, who plays Heathcliff, who first meet as children (where their characters are played by Charlotte Mellington and Owen Cooper, who won an Emmy as the young murder suspect in the acclaimed TV miniseries Adolescence) and form a bond that turns into love. Years later, as adults, Catherine marries for money (to the suave aristocrat Edgar Linton, played by Shazad Latif), and the heartbroken Heathcliff gallops away on horseback.

When he returns, shorn of his hirsute, caveman-ish locks and more hunky-cool than swarthy, it sets up the story’s tangled, thorny and ultimately tragic romantic triangle, with loads of horny heavy breathing and heaving sex—in horse-drawn carriages, on beds and kitchen tables, in rain-soaked woodlands and fog-shrouded coastal planes. In between episodes of amped-up amour, Catherine indulges in some self-pleasuring on a rockpile, and Heathcliff gets freaky with a whip, chains…and Linton’s kinky, hot-to-trot sister (Alison Oliver). It’s 50 Shades of Play, Victorian-style.

As one character instructs early on, “Check his breeches for soilage.” Uh, yes.

Gotta give a couple of shoutouts here, to Hong Chou as the see-all, know-all servant Nelly, a paragon of cool restraint in the middle of all the rampant horn-doggery. And esteemed British character actor Martin Clunes plays Catherine’s miserable poppa, Earnshaw. He’s a scene stealer as he wallows in self-inflicted shambles and has trouble holding onto his temper, his money, his estate…and his rotting teeth.

The movie alternates between squalor and sumptuousness, from mud and blood and hog butchering to high-falootin’ parlor games and luxurious boudoirs. Robbie slips into dozens of gowns and dresses, cool little sunglasses and multiple hairstyles. Elordi, the former star of Euphoria who most recently played the “monster” in Guillermo del Toro’s Frankenstein, rocks soiled stable-boy peasant wear and, later—after his moorland makeover—a hipster earring and a gold tooth. Sometimes, the whole cinematic experience feels more like watching set changes for a two-hour Vogue photo shoot.

It oozes eroticism but remains emotionally distant, an overheated, overcooked, overstuffed and overwrought exercise in campy style over solid substance, a toxic-relationship tale pairing an eye-candy couple of Hollywood hotties. But if you’re dying for a randy, bodice-bustin’ love story that doesn’t end well, try this one on for size. It may not go down as the definite take on a heartrending romance for the ages, but it’s probably the only flick you’ll see this year with end credits for “candle wrangler,” “horse master” and “tooth molder” as well as drone operators.

—Neil Pond

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