Game Night

The timing seems just right for a smart comedy to hit theatres. I was just thinking that it’s been a while since I’ve had a good laugh in the theatre. Fortunately, there is more depth and story to this one than you might expect, and notably strong characters (a fantastic cast as well). Warner Bros. has the action-comedy market cornered ever since “Horrible Bosses” in 2011. “We’re the Millers,” (2013) and “Central Intelligence” (2016) brought in well over $100 million each, and I would expect that “Game Night” will follow suit (unless everyone just keeps going to “Black Panther”).

Max (Jason Bateman) and Annie (Rachel McAdams) are an uber-competitive couple bonded through their love of all types of games. The opening montage shows their meet-cute, and the evolution of their love story from trivia night to a charades proposal and a Dance-Dance-Revolution wedding reception. It’s a bit much, but we get the point, and they are actually a pretty cute couple. They host weekly game nights, and seem to have a pretty good life (without the depth of knowing their careers) when things get a bit out of control. Max’s Brother, Brooks (Kyle Chandler) comes to town and introduces them to a whole new game. From there, it’s a mix of mystery and action, but always grounded with sharp comedy.

John Francis Daley (“Freaks and Geeks,” “Horrible Bosses”) is one of the creative minds behind the film, and besides being a nice guy in real life (no big deal, I met him once), he once again shows that he is in fact one of the stronger writers in the action/comedy genre. It doesn’t hurt that he has Jason Bateman to work with either. Directing “Game Night” isn’t a challenge, but he does manage to keep the audience’s attention by moving the story along at a nice pace.

Bateman and Chandler are fantastic as the brothers, but I tend to enjoy most anything they do. “Arrested Development” and “Friday Night Lights” are both up there in terms of all-time favorite shows, and they both just seem so natural and cool on screen, it is very entertaining. McAdams has been out of the spotlight since, well, “Spotlight” but returns light-hearted and with remarkably strong chemistry with Bateman.

Jesse Plemons completely steals the show as Gary, the no-nonsense police officer neighbor who so desperately wants to be a part of game night. His lines are delivered with an almost uncomfortable precision, and his posturing and visage is an uneasy blend of aggression and rigidity, but that makes it all the more hilarious. His Bichon Frise accessory, Bastian, adds to the absurdity of his character, but surprisingly he serves as an anchor for the film.

Michael C. Hall makes a rare surprise cinematic appearance as well, which is a nice touch since his “Dexter” ship sailed off in a lackluster fashion. Jeffrey Wright (one of my all-time favorites; get this guy some leading roles, please!) leaves his mark on the film in a brief but intentionally exaggerated role, and it’s fantastic as well.

There is a lot to like about this film. Maybe it’s the ripe timing of its release, and maybe it’s the strong cast. The story itself isn’t anything we haven’t seen before; unsuspecting participants in a real kidnapping mystery, thinking it’s a game then finding themselves entangled in the subsequent chain of events. But that’s not the point. The point is pure fun. Bateman has proven that he’s got dramatic acting chops, but comedy is his wheelhouse, and I for one will continue seeing his work. Skip game night, and go see “Game Night.” 8/10.

50 Shades Freed

Just in time for Valentine’s Day is the finale we’ve been collectively holding our breath for is finally here. The climax to the most unlikely literary success since the Twilight franchise. Will Ana and Christian live happily ever after in their naughty billionaire Seattle fantasy world? Will generic antagonist Jack disrupt their perfect bondage-clad, masochistic world? Will Christian’s wandering eye spark a jealous rage by his new bride? You have to find out for yourself during date night. Or not.

The film begins with the wedding, creating some irony in the title. The bachelor of the century is finally off the market but can he change his primal ways? The pair struggle to navigate married life, finally have the discussion about children (a bit late, isn’t it?), and face off against both of their past demons with some passionate relations sprinkled in, spending lavish amounts of money on adventures and luxuries while pretending to have careers of their own.

Jamie Dornan and Dakota Johnson remain simply acceptable in the roles. Johnson actually steps up to add a bit more depth to the character that was missing from the first two films, but that might be the result of slightly sharper writing and faster-paced direction. She didn’t bother me as much as she did in the first two films, but I still don’t see what Christian sees in her. Dornan was mis-cast from the start. Nothing more than brooding eye candy, the audiences will swoon but he’s not going to win any awards that aren’t named after a deep red berry.

Director James Foley (“Glengarry Glen Ross,” “50 Shades Darker”) improves slightly on the sequel from last year. Maybe the bar has been lowered, or maybe my perspective has softened after seeing the first two films. Either way, this one is a bit refreshing and some of that success has to be attributed to the director.

The thing I’m reticent to share is that I bought into the hype. I read all three novels in a fairly short amount of time, and found myself waiting for something good to happen as I criticized the poorly-constructed narrative. The sixteen hundred pages came and went without arousing any literary satisfaction on my part, yet I have to commend E.L. James for pulling a Rowling and staking nearly one hundred million dollars on amateur female erotica. Well done, E.L.

As I sat in the cold, dark theatre, surrounded by overly-excited women (I was literally the only person in the room ….) I began to suspect that I wasn’t the target demographic for this film. But what I keep wondering is what the real appeal is. The film isn’t well-done, the actors are pedestrian and perhaps even mis-cast in the first place, but then it struck me. “Pretty Woman,” “Cinderella,” “Twilight,” and even Disney’s “Sophia the First” (I have a 3 year-old). They all carry this fantasy theme of a normal girl plucked from obscurity by a wealthy, suave, handsome man. It’s the fairy tale. But the wrinkle is the deep-rooted flaws in Christian Grey, so Anastasia not only gets her happy ending, but she gets an opportunity to fix an emotionally broken man. Two birds with one stone!

“Fifty Shades Freed” is not a good film by any stretch of the imagination, but it is better than its predecessors. Maybe the relief of knowing that this cultural phenomenon has reached its climax will help us all forget that it happened in the first place. 5/10.

Black Panther

2018 is going to be a busy (translate = profitable) year for Marvel Studios. Television notwithstanding, “Black Panther” is the first of eight scheduled films that should introduce us to new heroes, villains, and visual effects that will certainly leave audiences in awe. Granted, not all eight fall within the Marvel Comics Extended Universe, but they are all Marvel character vehicles nonetheless.

“Black Panther” picks up where “Captain America: Civil War” left off; T’Chala (Chadwick Boseman) is returning to his home of Wakanda, Africa to assume the throne of his people after the death of his father. A beautiful land shrouded in mystery and isolation, its people live in this juxtaposition of tribal heritage and technological advancement. T’Chala struggles with his desires to help the greater good, while his inner circle begs him to refrain from exposing their utopian society. When his crown is challenged by Erik “Killmonger” Stevens (Michael B. Jordan), their whole existence is threatened and T’Chala must rise to meet the demands of a king.

Ryan Coogler (“Creed”) delivers a demographic-crossing blockbuster with the ease of a veteran film maker. Hot on the heels of “Wonder Woman” and its feminist ceiling dismantling, we are seeing a revolution in the industry as he’s poised to become the first non-white man to shepherd a film across the global billion-dollar mark (that’s right, I’m calling it now). He displays deep thematic allegories through the fantasy of an action film; colonization, racial dominance, humanity, tribal allegiance, and of course, good versus evil. The beauty and magic is that his version of evil is a concoction of the most empathy-invoking villain we’ve seen in the MCEU yet. More on that later.

Chadwick Boseman is outstanding, and adds significant depth to the character that was established in “Civil War.” He breezes through the film with a confident, fierce look and his dialogue unravels his motives more and more, creating what may be the face of the Avengers franchise once the Infinity War is over.

Michael B. Jordan plays the antagonist, Killmonger, with an absolute heartbreaking edge. At first it seems that he is simply an urban kid from Oakland with a grudge, but as the character develops, his motives are pure and understandable with a deep-seeded hurt that you can feel every time he speaks his mind. I liked him more and more as the film went on, and I only wish he had more screen-time. I’ve said it before, a man versus man conflict is only as good as the villain. It’s what makes or breaks the film, and “Black Panther” hit it right on the mark. Jordan is tremendous. Surrounding the two stars is an impressive collection of actors (Forest Whitaker, Lupita Nyong’o, Daniel Kaluuya, Danai Gurira, and Letitia Wright) who bring strong performances all around. Andy Serkis and Martin Freeman play the token white men (never said that before), and Serkis is entertaining as usual, but it’s strange to see him in the flesh and not as Gollum, an ape, or a “Star Wars” creature.

Since it is the last entry before the highly anticipated “Infinity War,” I was disappointed in the post-credit scene. I think this is an area Marvel has lost their edge significantly. It was predictable if you’ve seen the other films, and just might be an Easter egg for what’s coming in the next film, but it was a bit too brief. I have a theory, but won’t bore you here. Okay, Captain America is going to die. There, you have it.

The visual effects are stunning as usual, and Coogler gives us a fresh avenue for future films, and I’m generally very impressed. My two main complaints, however nitpicky, are that the love interest, Nakia (Nyong’o), never really develops much chemistry with our hero. They fizzle when on screen together, and that may be the point but I truly wanted more in that relationship. Also, the film spends a lot of time setting up the tone and feels a bit slow at times. Minor complaints for an incredibly strong film that has such high expectations. I can’t wait to see T’Chala again in May. 9/10.