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Steven Spielberg on the set of 'The Lost World: Jurassic Park' (1997), preparing to kill the dog, perhaps?

For Hicksflicks.com, Friday, June 14, 2019

EDITOR’S NOTE: The recent box-office hit ‘John Wick, Chapter 3: Parabellum’ is still in theaters, the third in a film trilogy that began with bad guys fatally shooting the title character’s dog. And all three movies are all about obeying the rules. Or not. Which reminded me that some 22 years ago I wrote a column about how dogs were never killed in action movies … unless Steven Spielberg was the director. It’s a rule. Or it WAS a rule. Well, OK, it’s just a rule I made up. Published on Aug. 3, 1997, this ‘Hicks on Flicks’ column (actually, just the first half of a longer column that was also about another subject) ran under the headline, ‘Only Spielberg has the guts to kill “The Dog” in films.’

More things I found myself thinking about when I should have been paying better attention to the movies:             

Only Steven Spielberg can kill The Dog.

In action movies, The Dog always survives.

Dozens — even hundreds — of human beings may perish in disaster thrillers, but The Dog always manages to escape. And usually comes out as unscathed as the hero.

This has been an especially prolific cliché since "Independence Day" last year, when Vivica A. Fox's pooch barely escaped a blast in a tunnel filled with cars that flew end over end.

As a result, "Independence Day" set the tone — the First Lady may bite the dust, but not The Dog.

     

It's no surprise when Boomer the dog barely escapes with his life in 'Independence Day' (1996).

Further examples:

    — In "Daylight," Sylvester Stallone leads a small band of survivors out of a tunnel that has been sealed at both ends and is on the verge of collapsing under the Hudson River. Will The Dog drown in one of those dangerous underwater undertakings, or will it prove to be a better swimmer than some of the humans?

    — In "Dante's Peak," after a volcano loses its cool in the Great Northwest, The Dog is perched on a rock that is surrounded by molten lava. Pierce Brosnan drives by in a jeep (that apparently has fireproof tires) but will he be able to save our four-pawed friend from a serious hot foot?

    — In "Volcano," after Los Angeles residents have been the victims of a volcanic eruption beneath the city, The Dog is trapped in a burning house. Will Tommy Lee Jones and friends get Rover outta there before the timbers collapse?

    — In "Speed 2: Cruise Control," after Sandra Bullock and Jason Patric have been battling bad guy Willem Dafoe for two hours, The Dog is on a small boat that is about to be smashed to smithereens. Will the little guy somehow survive the wreckage?

    — And in "Spawn," The Dog disappears after a violent fight between the title character (Michael Jai White) and the evil Clown (John Leguizamo), with only its collar left intact. Will "Spaz" surprise the audience by showing up safe and sound in the final reel?

The answer to all of these questions is, of course, a resounding "Yes."

     

In 1997 it was very unexpected when the T. rex in 'The Lost World: Jurassic Park' turned this pooch into a dino hors d'oeuvres (off-screen, of course).

It's a movie. And they never kill The Dog in a movie.

Unless the movie is directed by the mighty Steven Spielberg. He isn't one to follow the crowd. And he may be the only guy with enough clout to get away with this kind of thing.

So, in "The Lost World: Jurassic Park," The Dog is depicted as a pet in suburban San Diego when the T. Rex tramples the backyard while using the swimming pool as a watering hole.

And though the moment is not graphically demonstrated (it occurs off screen), the audience is made painfully aware that the T. Rex has turned The Dog into a dino-munchie.

Thus, the new Movie Rule: Only Steven Spielberg can kill The Dog.

And even Spielberg won't SHOW The Dog being killed.


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DID SOMEBODY WISH FOR THIS?

  

For Hicksflicks.com, Friday, May 24, 2019

Yet another Disney re-do, an apparent horror spin on Superman’s origin story and a well-reviewed documentary lead off this weekend’s new movies.

“Aladdin” (PG). With considerable CGI assistance, Disney’s latest live-action remake of one of its classic animated features retells the oft-filmed “Arabian Nights” story of a young street thief who discovers a magic lamp and is granted three wishes by a big blue genie (Will Smith in the role made famous by Robin Williams). With Mena Massoud, Naomi Scott and the voices of Alan Tudyk (as the parrot Iago) and Frank Welker (reprising his voice roles from the original film: Abu the monkey, the Cave of Wonders and the tiger Rajah).

“The Biggest Little Farm” (PG). Evicted from their small Los Angeles apartment because their dog barks too much, a naïve couple decides to begin farming on 200 acres in the foothills of Ventura County. This documentary chronicles eight years of developing uncooperative land into a wildly diverse farm.

“The White Crow” (R). Actor Ralph Fiennes directed and co-stars in this biographical film about acclaimed ballet artist Rudolf Nureyev (Oleg Ivenko) and his defection to the West. Based on Julie Kavanagh’s book “Rudolf Nureyev: The Life; screenplay by David Hare (“The Hours,” “The Reader”).

  

“Brightburn” (R). After struggling to have a baby, a couple (Elizabeth Banks, David Denman) finds a child that has crash-landed on Earth from another world. But he ain’t no superhero. They think the boy is an answer to their prayers but as he grows older, the lad reveals dangerously sinister powers.

“Photograph” (PG-13, in Hindi with English subtitles). This Indian romantic drama has a struggling street photographer in Mumbai being pressured by his grandmother to marry, so he convinces a shy stranger to pose as his fiancée. Naturally, an unexpected (to everyone but the audience) romance follows. (Exclusively at the Broadway Centre Cinemas.)

“Booksmart” (R). On the eve of their graduation two high school seniors, who are academic superstars (Kaitlyn Dever, Beanie Feldstein) but are socially inept, decide to cram all the partying they missed while studying into one night in this raunchy teen comedy. With Lisa Kudrow, and “Saturday Night Live” alums Jason Sudeikis, Will Forte and Mike O’Brien.


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THE BOSTONIANS

     

For Hicksflicks.com, Friday, June 14, 2019

EDITOR’S NOTE: Merchant Ivory Productions was a notable movie company in the 1980s having produced such Oscar winners as ‘Howards End’ and ‘A Room with a View,’ among many others. Another film in its canon, which seems to have been forgotten, is this one, now getting new life with a Blu-ray upgrade from the boutique label the Cohen Media Group. My review was published in the Deseret News on March 15, 1985. (And by the way, Vanessa Redgrave did receive an Oscar nomination for her performance here.)

So, the question is, does Vanessa Redgrave deserve an Oscar nomination for her role in “The Bostonians”? And the answer is yes, most assuredly.

But then, so does the entire cast here, including Christopher Reeve in what has to be his single best onscreen performance yet.

Based on the Henry James novel, “The Bostonians” is about a psychological tug-of-war as Olive Chancellor (Redgrave), a repressed middle-aged matron, vies with her distant cousin Basil Ransome (Reeve), a male chauvinist of the first order, for the affection of Verena Tarrant (Madeleine Potter), a young woman who has become a vibrant symbol of the women’s movement in 1875, struggling to get women to vote.

As the opening scenes set it up, Verena is an up-and-coming representative/spokesperson of the movement but her presentation is as much a sideshow as anything else, with her charlatan father performing spiritual tricks first.

Olive sees in Verena something special, however, and becomes her Svengali, taking Verena into her home and convincing her she should commit her life to the movement, even urging her to never marry.

     

Vanessa Redgrave, left, Madeleine Potter, 'The Bostonians'

Basil is also taken with Verena, however, though for decidedly different reasons. He is a struggling young lawyer in New York, trying to get published some of his outdated views, formed largely through his upbringing as an old-fashioned Southern gentleman. His politics are completely the opposite of hers and Verena looks upon him as a challenge to convert.

Olive, however, sees Basil as “the enemy.” She doesn’t seem to care for men at all but Basil in particular is a threat — and not just to the movement. As a result, Basil and Verena meet only surreptitiously at first, then more openly. Soon, Verena is in love with him, despite their disparate views, and Olive fears losing her forever.

“The Bostonians” is a low-key, intelligent look at people and obsessions, wrapped up in an interesting view of the women’s movement, which makes it an extremely timely film — more so than most movies that are set in our modern day and age.

In that regard, however, the women’s cause is not always viewed favorably, and the ending of this film may disturb some. But there are more levels being explored here than lie on the surface, and they are perhaps best summed up with a brief speech by a supporting character late in the film, as she makes note of deeper-running human motivations.

Linda Hunt, the Oscar-winning actress who played Billy Kwan in “The Year of Living Dangerously,” has that role, and she is excellent as a doctor who seems rather indifferent to the cause but whose wise observation of it from a more distant view makes her the one character who probably understands it best.

     

There are other mesmerizing supporting performances in this film, including Jessica Tandy, wonderful as an older woman in the movement; Nancy Marchand, as a wealthy New York woman whose son is in love with Verena; Nancy New as Olive’s sister, who has her eyes on Basil; and Wallace Shawn, as a greedy journalist out to exploit Verena.

But in the three leads, Reeve, who uses his considerable physical presence and charm to great advantage here, proves once and for all that he has the talent when he’s given the script; Redgrave as a most unhappy woman who lives through what she helps Verena become, is fascinating; and Potter, as a woman who seems to have always been something of a pawn for others, is quite complex and carries it off very well. All are magnificent.

Director James Ivory has an exciting eye for detail and photography, and obviously knows how to get the best from his performers. And the script, by Ruth Prawer Jhabvala, is intelligent and very well developed.

My only complaints about this film have to do with its opening and closing scenes. The first few set-up moments come all too fast and are a bit jumbled, as if it’s in too great a hurry to escape the starting gate. And the ending is far too flat and unsatisfying, considering all that has gone before.

“The Bostonians” on the whole, however, is a fine-tuned film, with a great cast, and should more than satisfy those who have missed having a nice adult piece of entertainment in local theaters.

It is unrated, but would doubtless carry a PG – and then purely for its adult themes. There is no profanity, sex, nudity or violence.


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This site is all about movies, well mostly, and it's also about me, I guess, but I'll try to keep my ego in check.

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SHOAH

     

For Hicksflicks.com, Friday, June 14, 2019

EDITOR’S NOTE: A talking-heads documentary with subtitles that plays at more than nine hours? You’ve got to be kidding. Daunting, I know. And yet this film by the late Claude Lanzmann, which was shown in two segments in theaters some 33 years ago, is as riveting as a movie can be. It’s available on the Criterion Collection label but the Salt Lake Film Society is bringing it back to town for big-screen showings at the Tower Theater as part of its series, ‘The Greatest: Life-Changing Documentaries.’ My review was published in the Deseret News on Oct. 24, 1986.

Movies come to town quite frequently with advance publicity hyping them to the stars. The word “masterpiece” is used so often by national critics and subsequently adopted as part of the newspaper ads that it becomes faint praise and is viewed with skepticism. Particularly by local critics.

In the case of “Shoah,” however, no amount of praise adequately prepares the audience — or the critic — for what unfolds on the screen. Here is a work so personal, so powerful, so tremendously moving that it must be seen and felt to be understood.

French filmmaker Claude Lanzmann, who spent some 11 years on this project, has managed to document on film an oral history of the Holocaust. This is the testimony of survivors. Mostly we see and hear victims but there are also a few former Nazi soldiers, all witnesses to atrocities so shocking that you might think mere words could not adequately convey their horror.

And yet that is exactly what happens in this film.

Lanzmann just lets them talk. The people he interviews tell their stories, unraveling for us the events that involved them during the war. Sometimes the camera cuts to the places where these events occurred but the shots are of these places as they look today. No stock footage or photographs of bodies or lime pits or victims lining up at gas chambers here. The result is an eerie contrast to what is being spoken.

          

Claude Lanzmann, director of 'Shoah,' died last year at age 92.

And as the stories are told, audience members’ imaginations fill in the visual gaps, making it all the more horrifying and real. The emotion in the voices of the victims will send chills up your spine and you may come closer to understanding what it was like than you ever have before.

There are so many people who tell stirring stories here that it’s hard to single out a few, but among the hardest to forget is a barber named Abraham Bomba who, toward the end of the film, talks about being forced to cut the hair of women who were about to be summarily executed.

While telling the story he is cutting the hair of a customer in a barbershop in Israel, and as he gets into a particularly heart-wrenching memory he breaks down, asking Lanzmann to stop the camera. But Lanzmann instead gently coaxes him to finish the story, and the result is extremely emotional.

Also memorable are Filip Muller, who describes the crematoriums and tells how he tried to walk into the gas chambers with his people when he could no longer bear watching them suffer, but was told by his comrades to live so he could testify about what he saw; Jan Karski, a Pole who had buried the events he witnessed in his psyche for decades before consenting to be filmed by Lanzmann, and is still quite reluctant as we see him; Rudolph Vrba, a Hungarian Jew who escaped Auschwitz to warn his countrymen.

And there are many others.

     

What is perhaps most remarkable about “Shoah” is that Lanzmann, without conventional theatrical devices such as music or camera movements or quick edits or avant-garde documentary techniques, makes his film compelling by virtue of its straightforward, non-theatrical approach.

By simply letting these people tell their stories and by not interfering except to explore particular questions he feels have not yet been answered – and he has a talent for exploring quite deeply without ever seeming to badger – Lanzmann allows the audience to feel as if it has been invited to listen to these stories, instead of being a voyeuristic eavesdropper, as is the case with most films.

“Shoah” is more than a movie. It is living history.

And, yes, I’ll go a step further and add that this movie truly is indeed a masterpiece. And I don’t think I’ve ever used that word in describing a movie before.

“Shoah” is occasionally in English but mostly in several foreign languages with English subtitles. It is unrated but would probably be rated PG for some profanity and adult themes.

(As a footnote, one of the things that makes “Shoah” so remarkable in keeping up its level of interest is that it is roughly 9 ½ hours long. As a result, it is split into two parts, to be shown on separate evenings during the week at the Utah Theater. See the newspaper ad for specific times for Parts I and II.)


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RAMBO: FIRST BLOOD PART II

     

For Hicksflicks.com, Friday, June 14, 2019

EDITOR’S NOTE: ‘First Blood,’ in which Sylvester Stallone introduced his one-man army Rambo character, was a surprise hit in 1982, ranking No. 13 for the year in box-office dollars. So a follow-up was inevitable, and three years later ‘Rambo: First Blood Part II’ was an even bigger hit — No. 2 for the year, behind ‘Back to the Future’ and ahead of ‘Rocky IV.’ Yes, Stallone was riding high. Now, each of the first three ‘Rambo’ movies has earned a new 4K release from Lionsgate Home Entertainment, so here’s my review of the second film in the franchise, ‘Rambo: First Blood, Part II,’ which was originally published in the Deseret News on May 29, 1985.

Sylvester Stallone, he of the droopy eyelids, the Schwarzenegger biceps and the crooked sneer/smile — depending on whether he’s playing Rocky or Rambo — is back as the latter in “Rambo: First Blood, Part II.”

Here’s a movie that knows its audience. You want action? You want violence? You want a fast pace? You want a bigger-than-life hero who overcomes all — and I mean all — odds? You want a plot that panders to our need to hate the government for what it did to us in Vietnam?

“Rambo” delivers.

And it undeniably delivers with style and excitement, which is more than you can say for Chuck Norris’ lethargic “Missing In Action,” which had a nearly identical plot (as did “Uncommon Valor” before “MIA”).

As a result, on a purely visceral level, “Rambo” is kind of fun. Whaddaya want, brains too?

The film begins with Rambo in prison after his “First Blood” escapades, during which he literally destroyed a small Colorado town, single-handedly of course, after being mistreated by local authorities.

     

      Sylvester Stallone, 'Rambo: First Blood, Part II'

He is visited by his old commanding officer (Richard Crenna) who tells him the government needs him for a secret mission — to go back to an old POW camp in Vietnam and photograph any survivors who might still be there.

Rambo looks the commander in the eye and says, “Sir, do we get to win this time?”

And we’re off, transplanting the jungles of Colorado (in the first film) for the jungles of Vietnam (subbed here by Mexico).

Of course, Rambo doesn’t just take pictures. He’s not going to photograph those guys — he’s going to rescue them. All by himself. And what a rescue. He single-handedly blows away literally hundreds of Vietnamese and Russian soldiers with everything from arrow bombs to heavy helicopter gunnery held in one hand.

In fact, the body count on this film has to be one of the highest in history — including World War II documentaries.

Stallone co-wrote the “Rambo” script — which probably means he re-wrote it to suit his own talents. And it has the Stallone stamp all over it. We see close-ups of his glistening, gleaming biceps in the hot jungle sun; we see close-ups of the sneer as he warns the double-crossing diplomat that he’s coming to get him; we see close-ups of his mud-laden body as he jumps out of nowhere to attack a bad guy. But we don’t hear much in the way of dialogue.

     

The biggest mistake the original “First Blood” made was to have Stallone babble on with an incomprehensible monologue at the end, something to do with how badly Vietnam veterans have been treated. The sequel has the same preachy ending, but here it is reduced to two or three grunts. Wise move.

And that pretty well points the difference between this film and the other MIA “rescue” films. “Rambo” is streamlined, sleek and to the point. Rambo don’t take no guff from nobody — and the film is structured in the same manner.

That doesn’t mean “Rambo” makes any more sense or is any less ridiculous than other films of this ilk. When Stallone mumbles, “I’ve always believed the mind is the best weapon,” the audience has to laugh.

And “Rambo” is no more sensitive to the real MIA issue, either. It’s just a better action film. And that’s enough for a moderate recommendation.

“Rambo” is rated R for violence — and there’s mayhem aplenty (more bodies than any film since “The Terminator,” and that’s saying something). There is also some sex, brief partial nudity and profanity.