I appear on “CTV News at 6” with anchor Andria Case to talk about the best movies and television to watch this weekend, including the antiheroes of “Thunderbolts*” and the crime caper “Another Simple Favor.”
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Fast reviews for busy people! Watch as I review three movies in less time than it takes to make the bed! Have a look as I race against the clock to tell you about the antiheroes of “Thunderbolts*,” the crime caper “Another Simple Favor” and the bio pic “Being Maria.”
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SYNOPSIS: Seven years after the frenemy mystery “A Simple Favor,” comes a sequel to Prime Video appropriately called “Another Simple Favor.” Anna Kendrick and Blake Lively are reunited as Stephanie Smothers and Emily Nelson, with director Paul Feig, for another adventure.
The last time we saw them, vlogger Stephanie and Emily’s husband Sean (Henry Golding) facilitated sending Emily to jail. Now, she’s out and asks Stephanie to be her maid of honor at her extravagant wedding on the Isle of Capri. Cue the murder and mayhem. “To old friends and new beginnings,” Emily says, toasting Stephanie with a martini. “And not getting poisoned,” adds Stephannie.
CAST: Anna Kendrick, Blake Lively, Andrew Rannells, Bashir Salahuddin, Elizabeth Perkins, Michele Morrone, Alex Newell, Elena Sofia Ricci, Henry Golding, and Allison Janney. Directed by Paul Feig.
REVIEW: At oner point in the action Alison Janney says, “It doesn’t make any sense.” She is, of course, not referring to “Another Simple Favor,” but she could have been. A zig-zaggy sequel to the 2018 thriller, it features enough plot twists to give Agatha Christie whiplash. The sun-drenched island of Capri setting still allows for many dark corners for this story of murder, messy relationships and mafia to unfold.
Despite the ridiculous story swerves, it’s all played with a relatively straight face. The chemistry between Anna Kendrick and Blake Lively keeps things sparkly, but with a wink. It’s as if the characters know the things they are doing are implausible, but they’re happy to be along for the ride.
Kendrick brings her trademarked likability which plays in nice contrast to Lively’s charismatic screw loose take on Emily. Together they weather the script’s red herrings, holding the splintered story together with the sheer force of their chemistry.
The sinister tone of the original is missing, and it goes on a bit too long, but the sense of absurdity that drove the 2018 film is here in abundance. In other words, it’s a crime story that doesn’t take itself too seriously, and neither should you.
I join the Bell Media Radio Network national night time show “Shane Hewitt and the Night Shift” for “Booze & Reviews!” This week I review the glamorous mystery “Another Simple Favor” and suggest cocktails to match with the movie’s Italian backjdrop!
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SYNOPSIS: In “It Ends with Us,” a new domestic abuse drama based on the bestseller of the same name by Colleen Hoover, and now playing in theatres, Blake Lively plays Lily, a young woman who relocates to Boston to find a new life, and romance with wealthy neurosurgeon Ryle (Justin Baldoni). When the ghosts of the past revisit themselves on her new relationship, Lily must take control and take charge of her own destiny.
CAST: Blake Lively, Justin Baldoni, Brandon Sklenar, Jenny Slate, Hasan Minhaj. Directed by Justin Baldoni.
REVIEW: “It Ends with Us” raises issues of the lingering, intergenerational effects of domestic abuse but is let down by its uncomplicated portrayal of the complex dynamics that motivate the characters. The film’s cycles of abuse themes are provocative, but director Baldoni (who also stars as Ryle), and screenwriter Christy Hall blunt the story’s impact by not digging deep enough. Abuse is a thorny, ugly subject, and nobody wants to see explicit representations of it on screen, but “It Ends with Us,” while well-meaning, simplifies the issue to the point of melodrama. Sincere melodrama, but melodrama none the less.
Lively is compelling as Lily, and her performance brings with it, when appropriate to the situation, heaping helpings of charm, warmth and courage. She nicely cast, as is Isabela Ferrer who plays young Lily in the flashback scenes. Ferrer not only looks like Lively but brings the same range to the role.
As Ryle’s sister and Lily’s BFF Allysa, Jenny Slate is also a welcome presence.
(MILD SPOILER ALERT) In theory Ryle is a walking contradiction. Charming and successful, he’s also a bit of a stalker with a violent streak. He’s a healer who breaks things when he gets angry. Baldoni plays him with a thin skin, as a man guided by his passions, for better and for worse.
Trouble is, the relationship at the heart of the film, between Lily and Ryle, always feels at arm’s length. Their meet-cute yearns to have a charming cat-and-mouse vibe, but other than some low-wattage sparkle, they don’t display a great deal of chemistry in this extended scene.
It doesn’t help that screenwriter Hall inserts exposition that is meant to be the kind of “naked truth telling” used so effectively in her movie “Daddio.” Unfortunately, the revelations feel less like “get to know you” confessions than hints of things to come later in the film.
When “It Ends with Us” takes a dramatic turn in its second hour, the stakes are raised and the culture of abuse themes come into focus, but over-all it feels padded by slo-motion montages (scored to the ironically named “Nothing’s Gonna Hurt You Baby” by Cigarettes After Sex), Hallmark style dialogue and romance movie clichés. Still, it’s hard not to root for Lily as Lively guides her on her emotional journey.
Imagine learning that the plane crash that claimed your family wasn’t an accident but a covered-up terrorist attack. You would be angry and perhaps hungry for revenge but few would go to the lengths as “The Rhythm Section’s” Stephanie Patrick (Blake Lively) in her search for justice. “I’ll find the people who did this,” she says. “I’ll kill every last one of them.”
Like so many people touched by unimaginable tragedy Patrick turns to drugs and alcohol to blunt the simmering wellspring of emotion that always seems ready to bubble over. In the three years since her family perished in a plane crash she has been pushed to the edge, despondent, leading a life of survivor guilt—she was supposed to be on the plane—and rage. “I have nothing left,” she says.
When a journalist tells her the crash was actually a case of terrorism and not mechanical failure or an act of God she springs into action, morphing from down ‘n out to knock ‘em out; part La Femme Nikita, part Lisbeth Salander. “I’ve been dying for three years,” she says to one of her victims. “For you it will only be a few minutes.”
Revenge dramas should be snappy. They should bring the viewer into the story, give them a reason to care about the vengeance but most of all they should be satisfying. Each act of retribution should give our dark sides an electrifying jolt. Unfortunately, “The Rhythm Section” misses each and everyone of these beats. The boilerplate script combined with slack pacing and predictable twists and turns are prettied up with an indie movie sheen but there’s not much here beyond some hand held theatrics and exotic locations.
Lively throws vanity out the window, making the most of an underwritten character. Unlike many other movies in this genre, she isn’t an instant super-spy. She’s jittery, struggling with the job of revenge, which, if we cared about what was happening on screen, might have been a nice twist on the usual insta-spy genre.
For all its style “The Rhythm Section” feels like the victim of a ruthless paring down. The story is truncated without enough information to get invested in the characters. A glimpse or two of Stephanie’s life before the plane crash—the o-so-brief flashbacks don’t count—would have deepened our connection to her and her pain so later, when the going gets rough, we would still be paying attention.
The name Paul Feig is closely associated with comedy but with “A Simple Favor” he takes a step away from the laughs to present a story of intrigue and suspense that begins with a friend asking for a little help.
The labyrinthine plot begins with Stephanie (Anna Kendrick), the plucky single mom of a young son. She’s a keener, a food vlogger who is always the first to volunteer for everything at her son’s school. When she meets Emily (Blake Lively), the blunt talking mother of her son’s schoolmate, she is smitten. Stephanie is lonely, a widower who pours herself into work and her son’s life. With Emily she discovers the pleasures of pouring a martini in the afternoon as a “reset” for the day. The pair bond almost immediately despite Emily’s warning, “You do not want to be friends with me, trust me.”
When Emily asks Stephanie for the “simple favour,” of picking her son up after school, the eager mom agrees. Trouble is, Emily disappears into the great wide open, leaving Stephanie stuck with a child and grieving husband (Henry Golding). As she struggles to find closure and poke around in the corners of Emily’s life she discovers her friend wasn’t quite the person she thought she was. “Secrets are like margarine,” Steph says, “easy to spread but bad for the heart.”
From here the film deep dives into a twisty-turny story of intrigue, misplaced love and insurance scams.
Midway through Stephanie asks, “Are you trying to Diabolique me?” It’s a call back to a 1955 psychological thriller that saw terrible people plan a murder while maintaining a perfect alibi. There are missing bodies and other comparisons to “A Simple Favor” but the similarities end there. Feig gets great performances from Kendrick and Lively but is a bit too leisurely in getting into the meat of the matter.
The opening scenes of the friendship building between the two women sparkle. Kendrick is wide eyed and naïve, with just a hint of the darkness that may lie beneath her perfectly manicured soccer mom exterior. By comparison Lively is an exotic beast, decked out in designer clothes and perfectly tousled main of blonde hair. Her candour puts Stephanie and the audience off balance. She loves her son Nikki, but money woes occupy her mind. Despite living in a rand home with all the amenities she’s on the verge of bankruptcy. “The nicest thing I could do for Nikki,” she says, “is blow my brains out.” Their friendship always seemed unconventional but Emily’s frankness hints at what is to come.
That’s the good stuff. From there “A Simple Favor” becomes a maze of good and bad intentions, fake outs, incest and gaslighting. Motivations shift and the twists pile up as the plot takes a darker tone. Trouble is, it takes too long to get where it is going. The interplay between the characters remains enjoyable but as they become increasingly unreliable narrators the story feels convoluted and stretched.
In this mixed-up, shook-up world there are fewer and fewer things we can count on as absolutes. One of them is that there will be a new Woody Allen movie every year with a jaunty jazz soundtrack and credits written in the Windsor Light Condensed font. His new film, “Café Society,” the story of a frantic young romantic trying to find himself in 1930s Hollywood, is slice of comfort cinema with all of Allen’s trademarks intact.
Bobby Dorfman (Jesse Eisenberg) is a native New Yorker who jumped coasts to take up in Los Angeles. The slightly neurotic east coaster is not a natural fit in Tinsel Town, but his powerhouse uncle Phil (Steve Carell) helps out, giving him a job at his powerhouse talent agency and introducing him to a beautiful secretary named Vonnie (Kristen Stewart). By day he does odd jobs for Phil—“Menial errands are my specialty,” Bobby says, “but I don’t see a great future in it.”—while on the weekends he slowly falls for Vonnie. They share a disdain for industry talk and Hollywood’s catty innuendo and a love of cheap Mexican food but she doesn’t share his feelings. Unfortunately (for Bobby) Vonnie has a mostly absent boyfriend.
Enter romantic plot complications and Bobby hightails it back to New York where he goes into the nightclub business with his gangster brother Ben (Corey Stall). Finally successful, he marries and has a child with Veronica (Blake Lively), who he nicknames Vonnie, betraying the feelings he harbours for his west coast love. When Vonnie number one returns to New York for a visit the film offers up a line that sums the situation up, “Life is a comedy written by a sadistic comedy writer.”
A light-hearted tapestry, “Café Society” is embroidered with the odd punch line and hints of melancholy. It’s a comedy tinted with heartbreak, a look at true love and unsatisfactory options. It returns Allen to the fertile ground he ploughed with “Annie Hall” and “Manhattan” and while this film isn’t a classic on those terms, it’s an engaging look at life and love buoyed by great performances.
Eisenberg does the best Woody Allen impression we’ve seen on screen in some time, but there’s more to him than simply aping the master. His journey from nebbish to notable is believable and gives the movie its heart.
Co-star Stewart hands in what may be her first truly adult role. She plays Vonnie as level-headed in a sea of dreamers. When Bobby describes Joan Crawford as “larger-than-life” she replies, simply but compellingly, “I think I’d be happier life-sized.” It’s the line that sums up her character and Stewart makes the most of it and Vonnie.
“Café Society” is a welcome uptick after Allen’s last two films, “Magic in the Moonlight” and “Irrational Man.” For Woody’s fans it may feel familiar but in the most soothing of ways.
Former “Gossip Girl” actor Blake Lively not only stars in “The Shallows,” she appears in virtually every frame of the film.As a woman surfing alone off an isolated island, she is attacked by a Great White shark and must use her wits to get to safety. Vanity Fair dubbed it, “Lively or Death.” The screenplay appeared on the 2014 Blacklist, the annual list of the “most liked” unmade scripts in Hollywood, and has been described as “Jaws” meets “127 Hours,” but the woman vs. nature struggle sounds more like Blake’s “Castaway” to me.
Lively is Nancy Adams, a medical school drop-out spending an idyllic day hanging ten on a secret Mexican beach recommended to her by her late mom. “What did you say the name of this place was?” she asks a local. “This is paradise,” he coos. Beautiful and remote, it seems perfect for a restful and relaxing day, but trouble soon comes to paradise when she is stranded on a rock two hundred feet from shore. As an experienced surfer Nancy should be able to make it back to the beach easily. Unfortunately there is a toothy, bloodthirsty Great White shark looming between her and safety. “I’m not dying here,” she grunts while forming a plan to avoid becoming shark bait.
The Great White in “The Shallows” makes the shark in “Jaws” seem laid-back. Seemingly inexhaustible in his hunt for humanoid tartar, he is a constant menace to the lithe Lively. It’s one long nautical nightmare for Nancy as she plots to outsmart and outswim her finned tormenter.
Cinematically it’s not as much of a nightmare. The setup is minimal, and as far as actual thrills go, less isn’t more in this case. Less is actually less. There are some moments of tension—Spielberg trained us that any underwater shot pointed up at a swimmer or surfer means impending doom—but too much of the film involves Nancy and her seagull sidekick marooned on the rock.
Director Jaume Collet-Serra occasionally embraces the film’s b-movie ascetic—he actually has the shark go airborne in one spectacular attack—but mostly he’s willing to treat the look of the film like a “Sports Illustrated” layout with vengeful sharks. He does use some effective tricks—we don’t see much of the shark until late into the film and one grizzly scene spares us the bloody details by focussing on Lively’s horrified face rather than the action—but the Nature v Nancy storyline isn’t amped up enough to for us to care if she becomes fish food or not.
