Precarious relationships. Films reviewed: Lurker, The Roses, Splitsville
Hi, this is Daniel Garber at the Movies for culturalmining.com and CIUT 89.5 FM.
Some couples are made in heaven. Others seem like accidents waiting to happen. This week, I’m looking at three new movies about strained relationships. There’s a power couple whose marriage has lost its strength; a pair of couples whose open marriages are closing up fast; and a Stan who wants to be closer to his idol.
Lurker
Wri/Dir: Alex Russell
Matthew (Théodore Pellerin: Genesis, Solo) is a young man who lives with his mom. He likes music, fashion and art, and loves shooting videos using an obsolete camera. He works in an LA clothing store — along with an even younger guy named Jamie (Sunny Suljic: mid90s) — and devotes a lot of his spare time to updating his socials. But his life is changed forever when Oliver (Archie Madekwe) wanders — seemingly at random — into his store.
Matthew seizes the day, and subtly change the music tracks being played to ones he knew would appeal to Oliver. Why? Because Matthew has been stanning him for years — he’s a superfan. And it seems to work: he is invited to hang with Oliver’s entourage in his swank home. He’s insulted and belittled but is gradually accepted into that crowd (and he never tells them he’s a Stan for Oliver). He shoots videos and starts doing crucial work for the band. They become — almost — good friends. He’s in hog heaven. And as he rises up the ladder in his precipitous climb to peripheral stardom, he discretely stabs his rivals — that is, anyone who threatens his newfound status — in the back. He ends up accompanying the band on their trip to London… but he takes one step too far, and once again he is just a normal person. But he has one
more trick up his sleeve. Can he work his way back into the sphere of that celebrity? And at what cost?
Lurker is a fascinatingly eerie psychological drama about the rise, fall and rise of an ordinary person within the life of a celebrity. (It’s in the style of classic movies like All About Eve or A Star is Born. But it’s not about someone trying to replace a star, but rather to be closer to the star, a part of his life.) And there’s a non-sexual homoerotic subtext to the whole film as Matthew and Oliver’s power dynamic keeps shifting. Madekwe is an English actor in movies like Midsommer and Saltburn, and Pellerin is a fantastic young Quebecois, in movies by Sophie Dupuis and Xavier Dolan, and they work well together. This is writer-director Alex Russell’s first feature ( he’s best known for TV shows like The Bear) but he clearly has something going here that works.
Lurker is a good (and kinda creepy) movie.
The Roses
Dir: Jay Roach
Ivy and Theo (Olivia Coleman, Benedict Cumberbatch) are a happily married professional couple in northern California. Theo is a prize winning architect, while Ivy is a chef. They met at a business meeting in London where they had impromptu, furtive sex in a walk-in fridge — instant kismet. They left England forever and set up camp in America, to raise their twin kids whom they both love dearly. That was ten years ago.
Theo’s careers has blossomed: he has built his magna opus; a modern nautical museum with a sailboat planted on the roof. Ivy mainly cooks at home but recently opened a sleepy crab shack on the beach. But one evening unexpected gale-force winds drastically alter both their lives. The winds blow down his masterpiece, leaving the glass and wooden building, and his reputation as an architect, in ruins. But that same night a leading food critic braved the storm and ate a meal at her restaurant… and the rave review launches her career.
Soon Theo is taking care of the twins (training them for some athletic prize) while Ivy’s food empire continues to grow. The busier Ivy gets, the more depressed and resentful Theo becomes. Their marriage in tatters, they try counselling and other measures, but nothing seems to work. Can the Roses get back together? Or is their marriage doomed to fail?
The Roses is a remake of the hit 1989 film The War of the Roses, a dark comedy about the tooth-and-nail fight over a house by a divorcing couple. This version leaves out the war, and concentrates more on the laughs. Unfortunately it’s not very funny. There’s a bunch of Saturday Night Live veterans (Kate McKinnon, Andy Samberg), and famous comic actors (like Jamie Demetrioum, Zoe Chao, and Sunita Mani) who read their lines before the camera, but they’re extremely unfunny. I love Olivia Coleman (The Favourite, The Lost Daughter, Mothering Sunday, Empire of Light) and usually like Benedict
Cumberbatch ((Doctor Strange, Spiderman, The Power of the Dog) but their usual dry, caustic wit is not evident here. And any War of these Roses is left until the final 15 minutes.
The Roses isn’t terrible, but it’s not very good, either.
Splitsville
Dir: Michael Angelo Covino
Carey and Paul (Kyle Marvin, Michael Angelo Covino) have been best friends since they were kids. Carey’s scruffy, messy but always sympathetic; he works as a teacher in a private school. Paul is a hotshot real estate dealer, putting together huge ventures in Manhattan. They both “married up”, ordinary guys with beautiful women. Carey’s partner Ashley (Adria Arjona) is a counsellor, and a firecracker in bed. They’ve only been together a short time. Julie (Dakota Johnson) is a professional potter who looks like a model. She and Paul have been married for awhile, and have a rambunctious son to show for it. Carey and Ashley are on their way to visit Paul and Julie in their lakeside villa for a summer vacation, when a chain of events changes their lives. Ashley performs a sexual act on Carey as he’s driving the car, but it’s witnessed by another car driving past, leading to a major accident, death, and Ashley wanting a divorce. (Hence the title Splitsville.) Carey arrives at Paul and Julie’s a complete mess. They comfort Carey and tel him they have an open marriage. And when Paul drives back to the city, Carey sleeps with Julie since it doesn’t matter anyway. But it does matter, which leads to a major dustup between the best friends. And puts Paul and Julie’s marriage into question. Can either couple get back together? Can Carey and Paul’s friendship be repaired? And who will end up with whom?
Splitsville is a cute sex-comedy about relationships. Apparently Covino and Marvin, the actors and co-writers, are friends in real life, which comes through both in their patter and their physical interactions; you get the feeling they’ve been having no-holds-barred punch-outs and wrestling matches since they were toddlers. Some of the scenes are totally original — like when Carey is trying to hold onto a
bunch of goldfish in plastic bags while on a roller coaster ride. And there are novel situations, too: Carey decides to continue to live with Ashley after they split up, and he takes pains to make friends with each guy she sleeps with, so all the guys end up sticking around in their tiny apartment. There are lots of amusing scenes that make you chuckle, but it rarely makes you laugh. And way too many dick jokes (including a lot of visual ones).
Splitsville may not be the best date movie, but it’s not bad, ether.
Splitsville, Lurker and The Roses all open this weekend in Toronto; check your local listings. This is Daniel Garber at the Movies, each Saturday morning, on CIUT 89.5 FM and on my website culturalmining.com.
Good not good. Films reviewed: Bombshell, A Hidden Life, Cats
Hi, this is Daniel Garber at the Movies for culturalmining.com and CIUT 89.5 FM.
Ever watch something that’s bad, but still has good parts? Or a beautifully rendered piece of art that doesn’t live up to its potential? This week, I’m looking at three new films, that I liked but didn’t like, or hated but still enjoyed. There’s one farmer in wartime Austria, three women at Fox News, and a hundred cats in London.
Dir: Jay Roach
It’s Fox News studios in New York City. Megyn Kelly (Charlize Theron) is a top TV journalist and news anchor, Gretchen Carlson (Nicole Kidman) is co-host of Fox & Friends, Donald Trump’s favourite show, and newcomer Kayla Pospisal (Margot Robbie) is a committed conservative evangelical, trying to advance her career. What do these three women have in common? Theyre all smart, conservative and attractive (Carlson is a former Miss Minnesota.) And they were all hired by Roger Ailes (John Lithgow). Ailes is the highly profitable Fox News CEO, the man who singlehandedly shifted cable journalism from neutral news-source to a font
of blatantly partisan right-wing talking points, leaving CNN in its dust. He’s also paranoid and hideously ugly, called Jabba the Hut behind his back.
The Fox News he runs is a place where cameras are positioned to show off female newscasters’ legs. Male employees advance because of their work. Female employees are also judged on looks, and work in a blatantly sexist office culture. And Ailes is the centre of it all, using his position power to exploit, harass and sexually assault young women. Kelly shares her
concerns with her husband and Pospisal with her lesbian lover and Fox News staffer (Kate McKinnon) who says she doesn’t want to hear about it. But Carlson refuses to take this lying down. She launches a lawsuit against Ailes and Fox News. But will other journalists, like Kelly and Pospisal (a composite character based on real people) join her struggle, or stay loyal to Ailes?
Bombshell is a fast-paced news drama based on recent real-life events. It’s told in a light, punchy and easy-to-digest format, which makes the few dramatic scenes showing sexual harassment all the more powerful. Theron, Kidman and Robbie are all terrific and believable in their roles. On the ther hand, the movie barely touches on the awfulness and deceit of Fox News itself. And while it skewers Ailes it leaves the notorious Rupert Murdoch strangely untouched. Bombshell tells a great story, as seen by three strong women, around sexual harassment, but doesn’t concern itself with other political matters.
Wri/Dir: Terrence Malick
It’s WWII in Austria. Franz Jägerstätter (August Diehl) is a simple farmer deeply in love with his wife Fani (Valerie Pachner). They live with his mother, her sister and their three little girls inthefoothills of a dramatic mountain range. Together with their neighbours they till the fields, harvest the grain and carry it, on the back of a donkey, to the miller. They go to church on Sunday and dress up in masks and costumes to honour the harvest. Their life is idyllic until… Franz gets drafted for army duty a second time. Enough, he says. I’m not going. No more Heil Hitler’s, no more military uniforms, no more separation from my wife and kids. Enough! Neighbours and government officials try to convince him to sign a loyalty oath, but he refuses. He is sent to prison, leaving his wife and sister-in-law to plow the fields among neighbours who aren’t friendly anymore. Only their constant letters keep them sane and I love. Will Franz sign the oath, or will he stay steadfast to his beliefs, even at risk of death?
A Hidden Life is a lush and beautiful rendering of a simple act of resistance in wartime anschluss Austria. It’s directed by Terrance Mallick, and is instantly recognizable by its swirling images, breathy voiceovers, lush music and stunning camerawork. People clutch earth in their fingers, and reap fields with scythes. Good passionate acting, featuring cameo performances by Matthias Schoenaerts, Franz Rogowski, and the late, great Bruno Ganz.
On the other hand… it’s three hours long. Three hours! Why does it take so long to tell such a simple story? Why? It’s not exactly boring or tedious since it’s done so beautifully, but similar stories have already been told (and in a more dramatic fashion, like Oliver Hirschbiegel’s 13 Minutes/Elser – Er hätte die Welt verändert). As a movie critic, I try to avoid terms like “self-indulgent”, but this movie is strictly for fans of Terrence Mallick.
Dir: Tom Hooper
It’s nighttime in a fantastical, pre-gentrified London, where abandoned alley cats rule the streets. The Jellicle Cats are gathered for their annual meeting, presided over by Old Deuteronomy (Judy Dench), who will choose one cat to be reborn. Each contestant performs before the queen: There are dancers (Francesca Hayward, Steven McRae) singers (Taylor Swift, Jennifer Hudson), comics (Rebel Wilson, James Corden), a
magician dressed in black and white (Laurie Davidson) and even an old theatre cat (Ian McKellen). But the age-old ceremony is challenged by the evil Macavity (Idris Elba) who is kidnapping each cat after their performance. Who will be chosen to ascend to the skies? Will peace and order return to the Jellicle cats? And can newbie Victoria join the gang?
Cats is a strange hybrid of theatre, and movie special effects. Each act is performed on a vast soundstage, keeping close to how it would look before a live
audience. The cat people’s faces and bodies are human, but augmented, using CGI, with cat ears, moving tails and furry bodies. Some of them wear elaborate costumes, while others run around “naked”, covered in sleek fur. But they’ve all been digitally neutered, with no sign of breasts or genitals anywhere. The script is abysmally bad, almost babyish, with “jokes” like cat got your tongue? and relentless fat jokes. Fat jokes? Really?
Music ranges from torch songs to chorus lines. There are a few great scenes, like cockroaches
doing elaborate Busby Berkeley formations as Rebel Wilson eats them, one by one; and impressive dance routines, along with some good songs… but I can’t figure out who the movie is trying to appeal to? Small children? Theatre buffs? Taylor Swift fans? I don’t think it knows, either.
Still… I kinda liked it, if just for the spectacle of it all. It’s bad, but it’s watchable and loaded with great singers dancers and prize-winning actors all of whom are far, far more talented than the material they’ve been given.
And I think these weird cat people will haunt my sexual nightmares for years to come.
Bombshell, A Hidden Life and Cats all open today in Toronto; check your local listings.
This is Daniel Garber at the Movies, each Friday morning, on CIUT 89.5 FM and on my website, culturalmining.com.
Black Friday. Movies reviewed: White Raven, Save Yourself, James White, Trumbo PLUS Blood in the Snow
Hi, this is Daniel Garber at the Movies for culturalmining.com and CIUT 89.5 FM.
Today is Black Friday, a bizarre, uniquely American festival that worships the gods of conspicuous consumption. This week no shopping movies, but I’m riffing on the Black Friday colour scheme. There’s a biopic about a Hollywood screenwriter who was blacklisted; a drama about a man named White who gets the blues from taking care of his mom; and an all-Canadian horror film festival that flies the national colours of red and white in the form of Blood in the Snow.
White Raven
Dir: Andrew Moxham
(Spoiler Alert!) Kevin, Jake, Dan and Pete (Andrew Dunbar, Aaron Brooks, Shane Twerdun, Steve Bradley) are old school buddies. Now they’re grown ups — a business exec, a pilot, a restauranteur, and a guide — but they still go camping together every year. They need to commune with nature and hash it out with their buddies while shot-gunning cans of brewsky. So, all kitted-out in the full lumbersexual regalia of toque, beard and plaid, they turn off their smartphones and march off into the woods. They are heading for White Raven Falls, a place rife with native legends. Sure they have their problems at home — drinking, infidelity, girlfriend troubles — but now’s the time to forget all that. Problem is, one of the four has a screw loose. He hears voices coming from White Raven Falls telling him what he has to do… or whom he has to kill. Who will survive this camping trip into the unknown?
Another horror movie also playing at Blood in the Snow is not a boys’ brewcation, but a girls’ road trip.
Save Yourself
Dir: Ryan M Andrews
(Spoiler Alert!) Kim, Crystal, Sasha, Lizzie and Dawn (Jessica Cameron, horror favourite Tristan Risk, Tiana Nori, Caleigh Le Grand, Lara Mrkoci) are a team of horror filmmakers on the verge of success. They’re riding high from fan adulation at their world premier — and all the parties and sexual opportunities that come with it. So they’re all geared up for their long roadtrip to LA. But after a day on the highway they unwittingly find themselves the guests of an odd family, the Sauters, on an isolated farm. These people are weird. Mom speaks with a sinister German accent, daughter stays locked up in her bedroom, son likes hunting a bit too much and Dad (Ry Barret) is partial to weird medical experiments. The “serial” they serve in this place ain’t breakfast cereal. (Shades of Eli Roth’s Hostel here.) Will they all work together to escape from this real-life horror movie, or is it every woman for herself?
These two movies are similar in plot but quite different in style. White Raven is a slow-moving, realistic psychological thriller, while Save Yourself is much faster, with lots more action, fights, and gore. I preferred the second one. Total over-the-top fantasy, but with the satisfaction of heroines fighting villains that are truly evil.
James White
Wri/Dir: Josh Mond
James White (Christopher Abbott) is the prodigal son who returns to his Manhattan home under a cloud. His dad has just died and mom, a retired and divorced schoolteacher, has stage four cancer. James just wants to party with his best friend or stay home with his girlfriend. But he ends up as his mom June’s caregiver.
June (Cynthia Nixon, Sex in the City) is not an easy patient. She moans and groans and screams and cries under constant pain. She pukes and poops her pants. She wanders off in the middle of the day, getting lost in the supermarket. The police get called, the nurses don’t show up, there’s no room at the cancer hospice. And if James isn’t there, she lays
on the guilt trips. James is a total mess himself. So he takes it out on everyone he sees, punching out insipid partygoers who don’t share his grief. Hospital administrators, doctors, and friends of the family are all evil and every conversation is torture for him. Will James and June ever get through this trying time?
James White is a hyper-realistic movie about suffering, illness death and all around miserableness. It makes Still Alice, last year’s dying mom movie, seem like Disneyland in comparison. The acting is OK and the story sad with a few tender moments (with some strange Oedipal undercurrents going on). If you’re in the mood for depression and relentless, vomiting sound-effects, this one’s for you. Otherwise, stay away.
Trumbo
Dir: Jay Roach
It’s the late 1940s and Hollywood is booming. Dalton Trumbo (Bryan Cranston from Breaking Bad) is a scriptwriter at the top of the heap. He revels in the perqs his success at MGM has brought him: a sprawling ranch home, swank cars and membership at the top clubs. He’s friends with the famous and glamorous. Until he gets a knock on his door from the FBI asking him: are you now or have you ever been a member if the Communist Party? He and the rest of the Hollywood 10 are summoned to Washington. They are
ordered to appear before HUAC, the House Un-American Activities Committee and name names. He refuses, of course, and is sent to prison on the dubious charge of “contempt of congress”. But this leaves him blacklisted, unable to sell his scripts to any of the studios. He’s forced to move to a smaller home, enduring rocks through his window and contempt from his former Hollywood so-called friends and allies. He writes B movies under assumed names for the schlockiest studio in town, churning out cheap scripts as fast as he can type. He has a family to support. But is his relentless work alienating the ones he loves – his wife (Diane Lane) and
his kids? And can he stand up to the wrath of rightwing figures like gossip columnist Hedda Hopper (played by a venomous Helen Mirren in a wonderful performance), and will he ever make his way back rot the top of the heap?
Trumbo is a lot of fun. It’s clearly “Oscar Bait” but enjoyable nonetheless. It holds to that weird Hollywood formula they think will win an Oscar: liberal in story but conservative in style, linear, non controversial, vanilla and easily palateable. And it doesn’t deal with the widespread purges and blacklisting of the McCarthy Era, just sticks to what happened in Hollywood. But I liked this movie — it’s a lot of fun, and definitely worth seeing.
James White and Trumbo both open today in Toronto: check your local listings. And White Raven and Save Yourself are playing at B.I.T.S. which runs through the weekend. Go to bloodinthesnow.ca for details.
This is Daniel Garber at the Movies, each Friday morning, on CIUT 89.5 FM and on my website, culturalmining.com



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