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CAST: Adria Arjona, Dan Stevens, Eric Wareheim, Reginald VelJohnson, Michael Biehn, Alex Pereira, Drew Starkey, Rebecca Hall. Directed by Adam Wingard.
REVIEW: Laced with Kinky Sex, Drugs and Eurotrash pop, alongside homages to John Carpenter, RoboCop, Jason Voorhees and “The Texas Chainsaw Massacre,” “Onslaught” is a satiric government conspiracy theory flick that delivers gore but not many thrills.
Set in the near future, “Onslaught” finds retired Army sniper Celeste (Adria Arjona) living off grid in a New Mexico desert trailer park. “I like it here,” she says. “I feel safe.”
Suffering from PTSD and haunted by her violent past, she is caught off guard when her daughter Daisy’s (Blake Kennedy) baby daddy unexpectedly drops the child off for a weekend visit. Celeste wants a quiet visit with her but is troubled by nearby suspicious military activity.
Turns out, she has every reason to be suspicious. German mad scientist Dr. Hans Kammler (Dan Stevens) is using the cover of the top-secret facility to create genetically engineered super soldiers. With names like Crybaby (Tyler Hall), Cockroach (Dave Campbell) and The Butcher (Alex Pereira), they are the most lethal soldiers known to man.
“Once they begin killing,” Dr. Kammler cackles, “they will not stop. They are the human equivalent of a heat-seeking missile.”
When the super soldiers escape, chaos reigns as they go on a killing spree. “These men are conditioned to kill until they are stopped.” To keep her daughter safe Celeste dusts off her long buried special set of skills to keep her family out of harm’s way. “I’m just going to say a lot of bad words, okay?” she says apologetically to Daisy.
A collection of influences bound together with blood splatter, excentric performances and one liners, “Onslaught” comes together as a gory conspiracy-driven satire of secret government programs and militarized power.
Director Adam Wingard, working from a script by Simon Barrett, has gory good fun while highlighting the serious notion of unethical behaviour by the military and government. The blood-soaked messaging isn’t subtle, and often played for laughs, particularly by Dan Stevens, whose mad scientist with a penchant for German techno music and licking his wife’s feet, is based on SS general Hans Kammler. It’s a willfully strange performance, perfect for the movie’s old-school exploitation vibe, and the movie feels unpredictable when he’s on screen.
When he’s not on screen, however, the movie plays out pretty much how you might imagine it will. Adria Arjona is a credible action lead, and “Dancing with the Stars” and “Die Hard” actor Reginald “Wrong trailer park, mother******!” VelJohnson adds a dollop of charm as Celeste’s Vietnam veteran neighbor and comrade in arms, but the genetically altered villains are essentially just relentless Jason Voorhees types with glowing eyes and bad dispositions.
They are brutal, and a violent scene in a gas station convenience store is grim display of random violence, but overall, they aren’t as menacing as the movie needs them to be.
“Onslaught” is stylish and satirical but delivers more political subtext than actual thrills.
SYNOPSIS: In “Ella McCay,” a new dramedy written and directed by sitcom legend James L. Brooks, and now playing in theatres, the idealistic 34-year-old titular character must juggle family, marriage and responsibility when she becomes governor of her state.
CAST: Emma Mackey, Jamie Lee Curtis, Jack Lowden, Kumail Nanjiani, Ayo Edebiri, Julie Kavner, Spike Fearn, Rebecca Hall, Albert Brooks, and Woody Harrelson. Written and directed by James L. Brooks.
REVIEW: A mix of family drama and political underdog tale, “Ella McCay” is a kernel of a good idea with a good cast wrapped up in an over-stuffed melodrama.
British actress Emma Mackey plays all-America go getter Ella McCay. She scored top marks in class, became a lawyer, married her high school sweetheart and unexpectedly became governor of her state when the sitting governor (Albert Brooks) is offered a cabinet position in the federal government.
As she works to secure free children’s dental services, among other pet programs, family drama threatens to undo everything she’s worked to achieve.
In a story about a dysfunctional family, the most dysfunctional thing about the story is the script, written by James L. Brooks, who also directs.
Brooks specializes in television shows (“The Mary Tyler Moore Show” and “Taxi”) and movies (“As Good as It Gets” and “Broadcast News”) that effortlessly flip flop between humor and heartache. Those elements are all present in “Ella McCay,” but they feel strained and unfocussed, like puzzle pieces that don’t fit together. The idiosyncratic script veers all over the place, leaping from one contrived situation to another, never finding an overall tone to tie the episodic story together.
As a result “Ella McCay” makes for baffling viewing.
Despite handing in a committed performance as the title character, Emma Mackey battles against overwritten dialogue in a movie that wants to be a character-driven look at life, love and loyalty, but is, instead, a collection of feels, raked up like fallen leaves in the fall, and thrown haphazardly at the screen.
Like the title character, the movie “Ella McCay” wants it all, but succeeds only in proving that sometimes, more is less.
Hot on the heels of 2023s “Godzilla Minus One,” the first ever Academy Award winner in the giant reptile’s decades long film career, comes “Godzilla x Kong: The New Empire.” The Oscar winning movie focussed on drama more than destruction, but the new film is pure spectacle. A ballet of kaiju chaos for fans.
Set three years after “Godzilla vs. Kong,” the last entry in the MonsterVerse franchise, a new threat has emerged. “For most of human civilization, we believed that life could only exist on the surface of our planet,” says Kong Research Director Dr. Ilene Andrews (Rebecca Hall). “What else where we wrong about? This world has more secrets than we could possibly imagine.”
Having defeated Mechagodzilla the last time around, the Godzilla, and his atomic breath, and King Kong, the ruler of a subterranean ecosystem deep within the Earth called Hollow Earth, face a new threat.
When Andrews discovers large red hand marks on Skull Island, imprints that did not come from Kong, it becomes clear there is another giant ape with his eye set on taking over Skull Island, and beyond.
Even at 337 feet (102.7 m), and equipped with a giant axe and a mechanized power glove, Kong isn’t capable to do battle on his own.
“They don’t have to like one another,” says the “hippy dippy Ace Ventura” veterinarian Dr. Trapper (Dan Stevens) of Kong and Godzilla. “They just have to work together.”
Val Lewton and generations of horror/suspense directors who followed, kept their monsters off screen as long as possible. It was less-is-more filmmaking, that understood your brain would fill in the blanks; that what you didn’t see would be scarier than anything they could show you. It allowed the imagination to run wild, but “Godzilla x Kong” leaves nothing to the imagination. It is a bigger-is-better movie, the cinematic equivalent of a Monster Truck Rally.
It’s all about Kong, Godzilla and new characters like the 318 foot (96.8 m) tall simian Titan Skar King and an adorable-but-feisty mini-Kong named Suko, loud and proud, in action, leaving a trail of carnage behind them.
The human characters exist only to explain things, provide occasional comic relief, utter lines like, “What the bloody hell is that?” and look in awe as the Titans do battle. On the plus side, Brian Tyree Henry and Dan Stevens do look like they’re having fun.
The CGI is dodgy from time to time, the clunky story is essentially an excuse to pit Kong and Godzilla against other Titans and it doesn’t have the grace or emotion of “Godzilla Minus One,” but “Godzilla x Kong: The New Empire” turns it up to 11. It’s a crowd pleaser, although milage may vary depending on your level of fandom of Rock ‘Em Sock ‘Em action, that comes in and goes out with a roar.
The long-term effects of abuse and control are detailed to vivid and violent effect in “Resurrection,” a new psychological thriller starring Rebecca Hall now playing in theatres.
Hall is biotech executive Margaret, a confident and mentor leader at work, a loving single mother to daughter Abbie (Grace Kaufman) at home. Her off hours are occupied by feverish physical training and a fling with married coworker Peter (Michael Esper).
Into her carefully constructed and compartmentalized life comes David (Tim Roth), an unwelcome visitor from the past. At first his presence exists only in the periphery. He attends a conference, almost unnoticed, sitting several rows in front of Margaret. Later, she sees him at a department store, and confronts him as he reads a newspaper in a park.
Turns out, David wants to rekindle their relationship, an abusive situation Margaret ended twenty-two years ago by fleeing, changing her name and rebooting her life. But, two decades later, the scars of their time together remain. Margaret is instantly flooded with memories of his physical punishments, which he paradoxically calls “kindnesses,” and the disappearance of their son Benjamin.
Fearing for Abbie’s safety, as well as her own, Margaret slowly unravels as David attempts to reassert his control over her.
“Resurrection” is a tough movie to describe without giving away salient plot points. It is the story of the lengths a person will go in defence of their loved ones and sanity. The more outlandish aspects of the story—no spoilers here!—only dig their hooks in because of the power of the performances.
Margaret’s turn from self-confidence to dazed-and-confused is expertly handled. From discipline to desperation, Hall’s change is complete. Her transformation is most effective in its subtlest moments, when her shifts in mind set are telegraphed by the twitch of an eye or a faint change in posture. A seven-minute monologue that reveals the nature of Margaret and David’s history is played out in one long, unedited close-up and is a master class in how to present exposition that hits all the right emotional notes.
Roth has less to do, but brings an air of menace to every frame of film he appears in.
“Resurrection” culminates with a horrifying scene that throws everything that came before into question. It confronts the audience with a gory scene that asks, How much of what we’ve just seen is real, and how much is fantasy? It is an unforgettable scene in the style of Ari Aster or David Cronenberg, but overpowers the film’s interesting look at female trauma, gaslighting and repression.
Set during the 1920s Harlem Renaissance, “Passing,” a new drama starring Tessa Thompson and Ruth Negga and now streaming on Netflix, is a story of childhood friends whose bond is threatened when they reconnect twelve years after school.
Based on the 1929 novel of the same name by Nella Larsen, “Passing” begins as Irene (Thompson), the upper-middle-class wife of Harlem doctor Brian (André Holland), is approached by former schoolmate Clare (Ruth Negga) in the lobby of a fancy hotel on a steamy hot New York afternoon. “Pardon me,” Clare says, “I don’t mean to stare, but I think I know you.” At first Irene doesn’t recognize her old friend. It has been years since they’ve spoken and Clare, with her bleached hair and eyebrows, is almost unrecognizable.
They get caught up, exchange stories, but time has passed and the former friends find they have little in common. Irene spends her time working as a volunteer fighting for the rights of Black people in her community. Clare, on the other hand, has been “passing” as white. Her husband John (Alexander Skarsgård) is a loudmouthed racist who has no idea about his wife’s racial identity. “Have you ever thought of what you’d do it John ever found out?” Irene asks.
Sensing trouble, buttoned-down Irene isn’t keen to rekindle the friendship but the charismatic wild card Clare ingratiates herself into the fabric of Irene’s carefully cultivated life with devastating results.
Director Rebecca Hall has carefully reconstructed the era of almost a century ago with exquisite period details, beautiful black-and-white photography and old fashioned, boxy 4:3 aspect ratio to examine very current explorations of race, identity and societal position. Thompson and Negga inhabit that world as they both deliver nuanced, introspective performances that are never overwhelmed by the film’s high style or themes.
“Passing” is an elegant, quiet film that allows for the leads to fully inhabit the characters and explore the interpersonal undercurrents that keep the story afloat. A fine mix of craft and emotion, “Passing” should appeal to the head and heart.
“The Night House,” a new thriller starring Rebecca Hall and now playing in theatres, explores the psychological damage left behind after tragedy and secrets tear a couple apart.
When we first meet upstate New York high school teacher Beth (Hall) she is lost in grief in the aftermath of her husband Owen’s (Evan Jonigkeit) sudden death. She’s angry, self-medicating with alcohol to dull the pain.
At night, alone in the beautiful lake house he built for them, she is tormented by ghostly visions. Bloody footprints appear, the stereo snaps on by itself to play “their song” and there are loud knocks at the door, but when she opens the door, there’s nobody there. During the daylight hours, she’s left with her grief and a nagging sense that Owen left behind as many secrets as he did memories.
Her friend Claire (Sarah Goldberg) and neighbour Mel (Vondie Curtis-Hall) offer support, but the horrifying visions and aural experiences continue, pushing her to the edge. As she packs up his things, clothes, books, the compiled ephemera of a life, she uncovers evidence that Owen had a hidden life involving the occult and a number of women who look remarkably like Beth.
“The Night House” is a gothic psychological horror film anchored by Hall’s remarkable performance. She turns the idea of the grieving widow on its head, playing Beth as indignant and unsympathetic. As she cycles through the stages of grief, focusing on the anger, it’s gut wrenching. An early scene with the mother of one of her students complaining about her son’s poor grade is brutal in its honesty laid bare. She is an open wound and Hall commits to the edgier aspects of the character, allowing the viewer a window into Beth’s world.
Director David Bruckner builds plenty of atmosphere and a sense of the strange that keeps the off-kilter story afloat despite the script’s leaps of logic. As Beth’s inner turmoil escalates the story adds in too many elements that don’t go anywhere like a second house in the woods and Beth’s doppelganger. As the script becomes more and more convoluted the intensity built in the film’s first half dissipates.
“The Night House” is a provocative look at grief with a great lead performance but is undone by a drawn-out approach to the story.
