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Thor: Love and Thunder (2022)

10 Monday Apr 2023

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(For this Easter Sunday of NaPoWriMo, the Day 9 prompt was for a straightforward sonnet about love, which has plenty of room for exploration. I decided to explore one of the weightier themes from this superhero film with “Love” in the name.)

From modern film to Jesus on the cross,
‘Tis clear that sacrifice is love most plain,
For those who benefit feel more than loss
But flattered gratitude to ease the pain.
While many lovers may well entertain
A chance to prove their love to that extreme,
They must feel all their efforts are in vain
When death creeps in with no intent or scheme,
No bullet to prevent, no dark regime,
No clear and present danger to oppose.
What can one do when bladder, brain, bloodstream
Wreak sabotage where no mere hero goes?
Sometimes only our presence soothes the hour
When sacrifice is not within our power.
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MPA rating:  PG-13

I am very forgiving when it comes to the Marvel Cinematic Universe. I would defend the likes of Thor: The Dark World or Eternals when people badmouth them, and while Marvel’s overall quality does vary, I consider the brand remarkably consistent in entertainment value. Perhaps my natural affection for the MCU delayed my actual feelings for Thor: Love and Thunder, because I remember calling it a good movie when walking out of the theater last year. Yet the more I thought of it and especially after watching it again, I have to admit it:  Thor: Love and Thunder is the first Marvel film I outright dislike. That’s not an especially unusual opinion, considering its generally poor fan reception, but it’s the first time I’ve agreed with the criticisms to this extent.

There’s nothing wrong with the basic plot of the film, which aimed to reunite Chris Hemsworth’s Thor with his old girlfriend Jane Foster (Natalie Portman) after her nearly decade-long absence from the franchise. Jane is suffering from stage four cancer and seeks out the broken pieces of Thor’s hammer Mjolnir, which grants her the powers of Thor (as “Mighty Thor”) and heals her when in her superpowered state. The two Thors must then rescue Asgardian kids from Gorr the God Butcher (Christian Bale), a deity-hating menace plotting to eliminate all gods.

There are traces of good ideas, notably in the action scenes with Gorr, one of which is a moon-wide slugfest with eldritch creatures all rendered in black and white. Bale is unrecognizable and downright creepy in the villainous role, yet he emotes all the grief and rage of a character whose faith was shattered beyond saving. Likewise, Portman handles her emotional moments well, even if it’s ultimately sad that her character was brought back just to deepen Thor’s sense of loss.

Those few positive points indicate the issue: the film is at its best in the serious moments, which are too much of a contrast with its otherwise silly atmosphere. Considering how many films and heartaches Thor has been through, writer-director Taika Waititi seems intent on keeping him a goofball, which worked well in Ragnarok, but the constant comedy isn’t as easily sustained here (though admittedly I chuckled at the screaming goats every time). From Thor’s first big scene “saving” an alien shrine by destroying it, he doesn’t act like the veteran hero he should be by this point. That’s just one example of the film’s lack of consistency, which also affects Jane’s story, as when Mjolnir, meant to help Jane fight off the cancer, somehow ends up hurting her instead. Plus, Tessa Thompson’s Valkyrie is barely of use, while the role of stony sidekick Korg (Waititi himself) has been over-promoted to narrator status.

The film’s biggest misstep for me is the second-act visit to Omnipotence City, a realm of gods from across cultures and planets. Considering the first Thor was careful to clarify that Thor and the Asgardians were not actual gods but just wielders of alien powers and advanced technologies, this film muddies the waters enormously and begs the question “What is a god in the MCU?” We see the cowardly Zeus (a meh Russell Crowe), future threat Hercules (Brett Goldstein), and various other deities of all shapes and sizes, so it seems that all “gods” exist in this world except the one God of the Bible, the one that Captain America invoked in The Avengers. Then there’s the fight scene with Zeus’s guards, who leak an excessive amount of gold blood as Thor’s crew battle them. It would be a distressingly gory scene if the blood were red, but does that mean gold blood is a sign of a god? Thor and other Asgardians have shed red blood before, so are they somehow not gods like the others? The whole sequence adds little to the plot, sort of confirms Gorr’s negative opinion of gods in general, and irked me deeply with the questions it raises with no intention of answering them.

Thor: Love and Thunder is a decent superhero film on its own, so I’d probably watch it again, but it’s a glaring failure as a would-be conclusion to at least part of Thor’s story. Many revisions might have buffed out some of the plot flaws, improved the discordant tone, and found better uses for the characters, like the Guardians of the Galaxy who essentially are given a glorified cameo at the beginning, again contrasting with what the end of Endgame seemed to promise. I hope Hemsworth will return as Thor again with a tighter and more serious story, treating this as just a speedbump to something more satisfying. Even if I appreciate what they were going for with this film’s ending, Thor deserves better.

Best line: [Who am I kidding? Of course, it’s the screaming goats.]

Rank: Honorable Mention (barely)

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Paint (2023)

08 Saturday Apr 2023

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(Sorry for missing yesterday, but I’m back for Day 8 of NaPoWriMo. Today’s prompt was a doozy, trying to incorporate elements of the “Twenty Little Poetry Projects” all in one poem. It’s a lot, so I tried incorporating the myriad guidelines into a rambling painting session.)

The empty canvas is an infant’s soul,
Clean at birth, no stain or man’s control.
Let’s paint on it.

First, we’ll start with what some will know
As the verdant foe of cold and snow,
Or as I call it, green.

Yes, let’s dab that canvas, guys,
And stab pine needles through its eyes,
But gently, gingerly, with care,
Enough so folks know you were there.
Then spread it out, now up and down,
And give that tree a royal crown
So it will reign with a foliate fist
Of eau de Nil, that egotist.

And now, let’s cleanse our pallet with blue,
So pure, you’ll hear the ocean too.
Then spread it wide with broader strokes.
This humble painter knows you folks
Enjoy a sky to complement
That oak below who’s so content.
So paint it deep, then add some whites
For cotton clouds like leukocytes.
If one’s not right, try painting three
Or hanging upside down like me.
Then daub more blue down here too, fellas,
For waves to make Lake Tahoe jealous.

And now the browns down on the ground;
Just smell that lucky dirt you found.
Those aren’t just smears; they’re mulch and gravel,
Perfect for the hiker’s travel.
We’ll add a boulder by the tree’s toe –
The tree must have dropped it years ago.
And at last, let’s add a friendly bush,
No thorns to prick, just blooms to push.
Picasso, eat your heart out.

Now how about them apples, y’all.
You taste that lakeside aerosol?
Museums everywhere will plead
For your next work. It’s guaranteed.
Sure, no one’s breaking down my door,
But I’m not bitter. I’m not sore.
Who cares how long since my debut?
An infant soul’s awaiting you.
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MPA rating: PG-13 (for drug use and innuendo)

For the first time, I checked out the Mystery Movie periodically hosted by Regal Cinemas, where you don’t know what movie you’re walking into, just that it’s an early pre-release showing. While I was hoping for perhaps Dungeons & Dragons or Space Oddity, I was admittedly a little disappointed when it turned out to be Paint, the indie comedy with Owen Wilson playing a very Bob Ross-like TV painter named Carl Nargle. Yet it turned out to be good that my expectations were low, since I enjoyed this quaint little satire more than I thought I would.

Carl has spent decades hosting the popular show Paint on his Vermont public broadcasting network, and he’s become used to being treated as a local celebrity, idolized especially by all the women working at the network. Yet when the manager Tony (Stephen Root) brings in a young new talent named Ambrosia (Ciara Renée in her film debut) to revitalize the station, Carl’s comfortably stagnant world comes crashing down as he must decide what he values most.

Paint’s humor thrives on its gentle quirkiness, such as when Tony has to ask the always softspoken Carl if he’s yelling at him, but it also does a fine job at humanizing characters that could have been mere caricatures. Under a poofy perm, Wilson excels in the lead role, and though some of his behavior is problematic and his rivalry with Ambrosia resentful, the film manages to make the jerks in every situation not too jerky as to be unlikable. The reactions from everyone involved are understandable and never get too spiteful, with even Carl admiring Ambrosia’s talent. Michaela Watkins is also strong as Carl’s conflicted ex Katherine, and Root’s Tony is winsomely smarmy as he tries to suck up to whoever will get the station higher ratings.

With its behind-the-scenes drama and ego-poking humor, I could draw a comparison to 1991’s Soapdish, another film that pitted an established star against a popular newcomer. And considering how many comedies these days try to draw laughs from being as outrageous and R-rated as possible, I enjoyed this film’s hilariously subdued eccentricity and almost profanity-free script. It may seem at times like an SNL skit stretched to feature length, but Paint is a charmer worth seeing intentionally.

Rank: List Runner-Up

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The Mercy (2018)

06 Thursday Apr 2023

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(For Day 6 of NaPoWriMo, the prompt was to base a poem off of some other poem in a different language from the Poetry International website, drawing inspiration from the sounds and letters. I used “Jailhouse Haikus” by Basque poet Kirmen Uribe, and tried to mimic the flow of the sounds while tying the meaning to this film about an unfortunate sailor.)

Bane of chart and map,
Against which straight courses drift –
An ignorant man.

Hang on and look out,
Bet and build and don’t compare –
Better to just dare.

Look, the open sea.
I’ll sail, only heart speaking.
Error? I care not.
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MPA rating: PG-13

We’re so used to underdog biopics being tales of misjudged heroes overcoming adversity and earning their place in history over all the naysayers. Think Rudy, Rocky, and The Rookie. After all, why would anyone want to watch an underdog story that doesn’t end happily? That is the question I was left with after seeing The Mercy, a biographical drama starring Colin Firth as amateur sailor Donald Crowhurst. In the late 1960s, Crowhurst came up with a ship design that he felt confident could win the Sunday Times Golden Globe Race, in which sailors would circumnavigate the globe alone on their yachts. The first half of the film has all the hallmarks of an inspirational history lesson, with Crowhurst betting his home and his business on one crazy idea he believes he can make happen, yet it’s no spoiler for anyone familiar with the notorious tale that things do not go as planned.

I debated whether or not to disclose the film’s ultimately sad turn, but I felt it was worth including, and it’s hardly a secret when looking up the movie. As an American, I had never heard of Crowhurst’s story and so was not expecting the ultimate tragedy of the tale. It’s a sad and open-ended account in real life, so the same is true for the film, which tries to fill in some gaps with speculations beyond the logs Crowhurst left behind. I will credit Firth, as well as Rachel Weisz as his devoted wife Clare, both of whom give excellent and nuanced performances. There is a place for tragic heroism and stories that remind us that well-intentioned hubris is no guarantee of success, if only to contrast with the overabundance of stories telling us the opposite. It’s just hard not to be disappointed at the reminder.

Best line: (Sir Francis Chichester, famed sailor) “To only do what has been done before is to live one’s life in the shadow of other men.”

Rank: Dishonorable Mention

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See How They Run (2022)

05 Wednesday Apr 2023

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(For Day 5 of NaPoWriMo, the prompt was for a poem concerning laughter at an inappropriate moment, so laughing at death immediately came to mind.)

The man is dead there on the floor.
I should be shocked and horrified.
And yet I cannot quite get past
The way he died.

He just had finished purchasing
A ranch out west, and then he slipped.
His leg flew out and knocked a pail,
And thus he tripped.

A shocked transcriptionist was there,
Recording everything they said.
She quickly called on 911,
But he was dead.

When I arrived to scan the scene,
I was in danger of a gaffe.
Death deserves a tear, yet I
Just had to laugh.

It rose up when I realized
He’d bought the farm (but that’s not it).
He also kicked the bucket too.
My tongue I bit.

It happened when I chanced to check
The transcript of the anecdote.
It ended with his final “Aaahhhh…”
That’s all she wrote.
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MPA rating: PG-13

Not every good movie has to be a huge blockbuster or an awards contender. With a good script and a talented cast, even small and unassuming films can be a credit to their genre. The whodunit genre is having a bit of a renaissance, thanks largely to Rian Johnson’s Benoit Blanc films, but See How They Run continues that welcome trend with a much more understated murder mystery than Johnson’s splashier entries. Set around the real-life long-running play The Mousetrap back in 1950s London, the story follows world-weary Inspector Stoppard (Sam Rockwell) and eager-to-please Constable Stalker (Saoirse Ronan) as they investigate the murder of a Hollywood director (Adrien Brody) who was adapting The Mousetrap into a movie. And naturally they have no shortage of suspects, including a prissy screenwriter (David Oyelowo), an adulterous producer (Reece Shearsmith), and actor Richard Attenborough (Harris Dickinson).

The film boasts an appealing, old-fashioned style that lends itself to moments of dry humor, as when Constable Stalker slips a few groan-worthy puns into her description of the crime scene. And the use of flashbacks and clever camerawork add to the mystery, which is nothing special in retrospect but still kept me guessing until the reveal. Plus, I’ll freely admit to a bit of a celebrity crush on Saoirse Ronan, and this is one more charming and lovable character to her credit. The contrast and banter between her and Rockwell are a joy as he repeatedly has to rein her in from jumping to conclusions in their investigation. See How They Run may not be a favorite whodunit, but it’s a quaint and enjoyable one that I’ll happily revisit.

Best line: (Stalker, telling Stoppard her notes about Oyelowo’s character) “Mervyn Cocker-Norris, overrated playwright.”
(Cocker-Norris) “Celebrated playwright.”
(Stalker) “Oh, I’m so sorry, sir. I can’t read me own handwriting.”

Rank: List Runner-Up

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Old (2021)

04 Tuesday Apr 2023

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(For Day 4 of NaPoWriMo, the prompt was for a triolet, an eight-line poem with a particular rhyme scheme and pattern of repeated lines. Honestly, these are my favorite prompts, trying out forms that I don’t normally think of on my own.)

Your age is just a number, friend,
But numbers have been known to kill.
Like currency you have to spend,
Your age is just a number, friend,
A short-term loan you can’t extend,
And everybody foots the bill.
Your age is just a number, friend,
But numbers have been known to kill.
_________________________

MPA rating:  PG-13

M. Night Shyamalan doesn’t exactly have the best track record when it comes to his movies, but every new project deserves a fair chance, regardless of past failures. And even if his films often don’t stand up to scrutiny, they are still typically well-made and excel at conjuring an atmosphere of low-key suspense. Old very much fits that mold. Based on a French-Swiss graphic novel called Sandcastle, the film mainly focuses on the Cappa family, made up of father Guy (Gael García Bernal), mother Prisca (Vicky Krieps), and children Trent and Maddox, whose recuperative vacation takes a dark turn as they and other tourists (Rufus Sewell, Ken Leung, Abbey Lee, and others) become trapped on a beach which ages them quickly.

As with most Shyamalan productions, the less you know going in, the better. Age itself may not seem like that much of a boogeyman, but the anxiety of watching years waste away in a matter of hours is rather effective, especially as health issues become more pronounced in this accelerated timeframe. (One scene involving bones breaking repeatedly is especially nightmarish.) And the seemingly peaceful beach is a lovely and unsettling locale, like a passive observer of the ordeal playing out on its white sands.

But of course, the story, despite its detail-oriented execution, has that Shyamalan fragility, with an explanation for the larger narrative that makes enough sense while watching to earn an “ahhh” but then falls apart when you consider all the logistical issues that apparently never bothered the writer-director. The script also takes some bewildering turns, often doesn’t follow its own logic, and doesn’t develop most of the characters beyond superficial hopes and fears. Old isn’t an outright bad film, but it’s a brittle one and further proof that Shyamalan’s talents could benefit from a good co-writer.

Best line: (Prisca, to her son, offering the theme of the film) “Stop wishing away this moment.”

Rank: Honorable Mention

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Dungeons & Dragons: Honor Among Thieves (2023)

04 Tuesday Apr 2023

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(For Day 3 of NaPoWriMo, the prompt was to write opposite lines for a short poem, but I did the opposite and went off-prompt today. A little late, but I’m keeping up.)

In 1981, a nerd was playing with his friends
A tabletop role-playing game the nerd alone defends.
He said to them, while glowing after conquering a foe,
“It’s such a shame the other kids don’t care or want to know
How cool this game and world can be, the quests and fun campaigns.
It’s luck and skill and fantasy colliding in our brains.
They could make it a movie, and stories – they have plenty.”
“Yeah, that’ll be the day,” scoffed Matt, ere rolling a Nat 20.
But as the years went by, the province once reserved for nerds
Expanded to the everyman, I’d say a good two-thirds.
And as the world in comic books and wizards was immersed,
The nerds all wore a smile, knowing they had loved it first.
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MPA rating:  PG-13

I will just say up front that I have very little prior knowledge of the Dungeons & Dragons brand. Most of what I know comes from Stranger Things, Big Bang Theory, and random snippets of Critical Role, but while I’ve never played the game, I do love fantasy, as my passion for Lord of the Rings will attest. Based on the trailer, I had high hopes for Dungeons & Dragons: Honor Among Thieves, which is why I am thrilled that it both met and exceeded those expectations. This D&D movie is an absolute blast, an action-packed crowdpleaser that knows its world and how to use it effectively.

One thing I do know about D&D is that characters fall into certain archetypes and skills, which is the case for the winning ensemble in the movie. We have bard Edgin Darvis (Chris Pine), who comes up with plans and backup plans; barbarian Holga Kilgore (Michelle Rodriguez), Edgin’s right-hand muscle; two-bit sorcerer Simon Aumar (Justice Smith); shape-shifting druid Doric (Sophia Lillis); paladin Xenk Yendar (Regé-Jean Page), and rogue Forge Fitzwilliam (Hugh Grant). The core members of the party are Edgin and Holga, who are betrayed during a heist gone wrong and are unable to return to Edgin’s teenage daughter Kira (Chloe Coleman). By the time they get out of prison, they find they must rescue her from a treasure-filled castle and an evil necromancer, leading them to recruit all the help they can get.

The common comparison for the film’s band of misfits becoming a found family is Guardians of the Galaxy, and it’s a valid one, considering its diverse cast, quippy humor, and penchant for heists and escapes. Yet I dare say D&D is even more fun, perhaps because its brand of comedy appealed to me more, like a hilarious sequence of asking questions with a series of reanimated corpses. The actors deserve a lot of credit as well. Pine is a reliably likable leader, and I liked his camaraderie with Rodriguez without any romantic tension needing to be interjected. Grant is amusingly unctuous as a conniving politician, while Page serves as a great foil for the others, stepping in for one side quest and playing the whole mythic hero role completely straight-faced.

Beyond that, I was giddy with the number of fantasy elements used in inventive ways, from a portal-gun staff to a gravity reversal spell to a menagerie of fantastical creatures, all brought to life with outstanding effects. One stand-out scene had Lillis’s shapeshifter repeatedly changing into various animals as she flees a castle in one long and thrilling tracking shot, while another involves an actual dragon in a dungeon with a set piece of jaw-dropping scale. A stadium sequence with the main party dodging creatures within a maze brought to mind the coliseum battle from Attack of the Clones, one of my favorite Star Wars scenes that is also marvelous here. It also boasts some amazing scenery reminiscent of Middle-earth, though this is apparently set in a campaign setting called the Forgotten Realms.

Of course, it’s not above criticism, the easiest being that the plot may seem overstuffed with characters and incidents, as if the filmmakers had trouble parting with their favorite scenes. But honestly, I wouldn’t cut anything either. One tangent seeking out an enchanted helmet ultimately adds little to the plot, but it serves an important role for Simon’s growth as a character and a magician. It’s actually shocking how smoothly the various settings and action scenes flow and all the characters are balanced, each getting a moment to shine, whether a joke or a cool scuffle or an emotional beat. And while the film is loaded with lore and exposition, the fantasy names it tosses around only give the indication that this world is larger than this one film shows and hardly bog down the fun and momentum of the story. A roll of the dice that certainly paid off, Dungeons & Dragons: Honor Among Thieves feels like the return of wildly entertaining fantasy epics, a la Pirates of the Caribbean, a light-hearted affair with good-hearted rogues and a world begging for a franchise. If subsequent chapters are anything like this one, I’m all in.

Best line: (Forge Fitzwilliam) “I don’t want to see you die. Which is why I’m gonna leave the room.”

Rank: Top 100-Worthy

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Three Thousand Years of Longing (2022)

02 Sunday Apr 2023

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(For Day 2 of NaPoWriMo, the prompt was to write surrealist answers/examples for various words and string them together into a poem. While my answers might be more flowery than surreal, I used the words thunder, mercurial, longing, ghost, miracle, and elusive for the lines below, while also including ties to this rather surreal film.)

A god that sobs when left behind.
A wedding ring in a drawer, unworn.
A king-size bed, half-cold at night.
A margin note for readers unborn.
An artifact forgotten yet found.
A smile in the eyes to match the mouth.
_____________________

MPA rating:  R (for violence, sex, and nudity, not constant but rather blatant)

When I saw the trailer for Three Thousand Years of Longing, it was bizarre and bombastic, seemingly in keeping with the director of Mad Max: Fury Road, George Miller himself, and I thought that Everything Everywhere All at Once might have a worthy competitor for weirdest film of the year. Yet one must remember that Miller also wrote and produced Babe, so he’s clearly a filmmaker with range. Based on the short story “The Djinn in the Nightingale’s Eye” by A. S. Byatt, Three Thousand Years of Longing is indeed an odd film, spanning the millennia of a genie’s life, yet it’s far more pensive and wistful even than the trailer might indicate. Yes, there is a scene where a man’s head drips off his body and turns into a giant fly, but that’s more of the exception rather than the rule when it comes to this film’s brand of fantastical.

The framing story belongs to British scholar Alithea Binnie (Tilda Swinton), a lonely soul who sees only metaphor in the tales of ancient myth and magic and so is surprised when a huge, wispy figure emerges from a bottle she bought in a Turkish bazaar. It is a Djinn (Idris Elba), and while he desires to grant Alithea the expected three wishes, she is more cautious than most. Instead, she listens to the Djinn’s stories of what brought him to his present bottle, anecdotes of repeated tragic romance, cruel kings, twists of fate, and unwise wishes, all of it leading to the shared bond of their overlapping stories and a wish of her own.

It’s hard to say whether Three Thousand Years of Longing is my kind of movie. This kind of weaving of episodic threads together into universal themes of love and loneliness certainly appeals to me, and Swinton and Elba are a brilliant unlikely pair as they evoke their quiet mutual longing for what seems unreachable. Yet the film also relishes in short bursts of excess, which contrast more with the main plot than the Doof Warrior’s flaming guitar did in Fury Road, and they feel more unnecessary as the plot takes some uncomfortable turns, like a brief section dedicated to a prince’s fetish for an obese harem.

George Miller deserves his label from the trailer as a “mad genius.” The film looks amazing with its stylized flashbacks and lavish production, and yet below all the indulgence, it retains a genuinely emotional core, like the subtle comparison drawn between the Djinn’s centuries of self-soothing trapped in his bottle and Alithea trying to convince herself she’s content being alone. And I was admittedly impressed to learn how much actual Turkish history was incorporated into the narrative. Yes, even the prince with the fat harem (look up Ibrahim the Mad). From its fantastical mixing of history and mythology to its surprisingly tender denouement, Three Thousand Years of Longing may lack cohesion, but it has style and originality to spare, which is becoming increasingly rare these days.

Best line: (Alithea) “Love is a gift. It’s a gift of oneself given freely. It’s not something one can ever ask for.”

Rank: List Runner-Up

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Puss in Boots: The Last Wish (2022)

26 Sunday Mar 2023

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Why waste your youth on worry?
Why brood on doubt and death?
When in your prime,
You have the time
To not count every breath.

It’s normal to be stupid,
Or so the stupid say.
The less you heed,
The less you need
To care about each day.

But age, regret, or wisdom
Eventually take hold
To some degree.
Stupidity
Dies out before it’s old.

It’s up to each what value
Upon their life is placed.
But when the fun
And games are done,
Don’t let it be a waste.
_____________________________

MPA rating: PG

I would not have expected one of my favorite films from last year to be a sequel separated from its franchise by eleven years, from a studio I thought I had stopped caring about. In 2022, DreamWorks Animation delivered two of their strongest films in recent years, first with The Bad Guys and then with the long-neglected sequel Puss in Boots: The Last Wish. Both clearly took inspiration from Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse in their dynamic, painterly animation style merging 2D and 3D, but Puss in Boots also managed to integrate it with the existing style of Shrek, to masterly effect. You may have heard others singing this film’s praises in recent months, and yep, I’m one of them.

The first Puss in Boots film was a fun standalone adventure, a spin-off of the Shrek universe focusing on Antonio Banderas’ fan-favorite character Puss in Boots, the dashing outlaw/legend of the fairy tale world. Whereas that was an origin story, The Last Wish focuses on the latter days of Puss’s illustrious career, after he’s frittered away eight of his nine lives and has grown complacent laughing in the face of death. When a mysterious wolf proves to be too much for him, the feline swordsman feels he has no choice but to retire. Yet the promise of a wish sends him rushing to find a fallen star, alongside his old flame Kitty Softpaws (Salma Hayek Pinault), an incessantly friendly dog (Harvey Guillén), and a collection of more cutthroat wish-seekers.

Puss in Boots can seem like the kind of character better suited for a sidekick role, his self-aggrandizing personality most appealing in small doses. Yet The Last Wish uses that to its advantage in making the preservation of that façade Puss’s driving goal while simultaneously poking holes in it through the other characters. Kitty is the only returning character from the prior film, and she represents what Puss has given up for the sake of his ego. And Guillén’s nameless mutt, nicknamed Perrito, is the kind of character that promises to be annoying yet is infectiously nice enough to win anyone over, even his begrudging feline comrades who aren’t used to unbridled sincerity.

The villains are a special highlight, an entertaining mix of characters and motivations, from Big Jack Horner (John Mulaney) as the straight evil mastermind to Goldilocks (Florence Pugh) and the Three Bears (Ray Winstone, Olivia Colman, and Samson Kayo) as a Cockney crime family with more sympathetic edges. And then there’s the Wolf (Wagner Moura), one of the best animated antagonists in recent memory, who has such an effectively chilling presence that it’s no wonder the ever fearless Puss in Boots quakes at his stark whistle. All these characters clashing periodically on the way to a shared goal may seem overly frenetic at times, but their distinct motives and the way they bounce off each other make for a highly enjoyable quest, kept unpredictable by genius creative touches like a map that changes the terrain depending on who holds it open.

Puss in Boots: The Last Wish is a triumphant return for the long-dormant Shrek universe. It excels in that rare balance of light entertainment for kids and subtler serious themes for adults, such as the looming specter of mortality or the easily missed value of a found family. Banderas steps into the role with panache, like he never left it; Mulaney sounds like he’s having a blast hamming it up as a power-hungry villain; and Guillén brings a perfect adorability to Perrito, who is the true heart of the film. And the beautifully rendered action is top notch, using the Spider-Verse similarities to its own stylistic advantage rather than just being a copycat.

I distinctly remember watching Shrek 2 as a kid because my mom surprised me with a visit to the movies after school, and it just happened to be a great one. Somehow, I got the feeling that some kid today is going to look back on Puss in Boots: The Last Wish with the same fondness. As much as Guillermo del Toro’s Pinocchio deserved its accolades, I really wish that it hadn’t overshadowed DreamWorks’ best film in years. But, as this movie testifies, there are more important things than wishes anyway.

Best line (showing great comedic interactions):
(Goldilocks) “I thought you were on a spiritual retreat.”
(Kitty Softpaws) “Namaste.”
(Goldilocks) “And you’re supposed to be dead!”
(Puss) “I got better.”

Rank: List-Worthy

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My 2023 Blindspot Picks

08 Wednesday Mar 2023

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It’s that time once again, when I look through the long list of intriguing or recommended films I’ve been putting off watching and select twelve for the year ahead. My seventh year of this Blindspot series may be starting a little late, but I am determined this time to finish all of these movies before 2023 is over. It helps that I don’t have a trilogy like last year.

As with every Blindspot selection, I’ve tried to combine a mixture of various years and genres. I can blame my own project of writing a musical for why I’ve included three musical films on the list, but they all promise to be quite different. (Believe me, I was tempted to include more.) In addition, we have an old Italian classic, sci-fi both absurdist and epic, a horror favorite, a romantic sports comedy, a star-studded ensemble piece, and one of the last Studio Ghibli films I have yet to see. Time will tell if any of these movies end up being new favorites, but I can’t wait to find out.

In alphabetical order, my Blindspot picks for 2023 are:

8½ (1963)

Brazil (1985)

The Fifth Element (1997)

The Fountain (2006)

Jerry Maguire (1996)

London Road (2015)

Ship of Fools (1965)

Sunset Boulevard (1950)

The Tale of the Princess Kaguya (2014)

The Thing (1982)

The Umbrellas of Cherbourg (1964)

The Wiz (1978)

2022 Blindspot Ranking

07 Tuesday Mar 2023

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I’m thrilled to have finally finished my sixth year of this Blindspot series, even if this collection of cinema ended up spilling over into 2023. Overall, I think it was a largely positive year, with all twelve films being worth the watch and the top two being new entries for my Top 365 List. Going in, I never would have guessed this worst-to-best ranking, so it’s proof that a good Blindspot list should always have surprises. Now to pick out a new list for 2023…

12. The Rocky Horror Picture Show (1975)

Campy but perverse horror musical with some solid tunes propping up an incoherent story

11. The Road Home (1999)

Slow but nostalgic tale of rural young love under Chinese Communist rule

10. Apu Trilogy (1955, 1956, 1959)

Classic Indian saga of Apu growing from a poor boy to young scholar to a father; not the most entertaining but artistically important

9. The Frighteners (1996)

Enjoyable Peter Jackson horror comedy with a muddled tone and impressive-for-the-time effects

8. Grand Canyon (1991)

Poignant ensemble of city dwellers facing crossroads in their lives; tries a bit too hard to be meaningful

7. Murder by Death (1976)

Silly pastiche of mystery novel tropes and characters with a splendid ensemble cast

6. Better Off Dead (1985)

Scattershot dark comedy that thrives on its 1980s-ness and John Cusack as a likable slacker with a death wish

5. Shutter Island (2010)

Ominous psychological thriller with DiCaprio in fine form and a predictably unpredictable plot

4. Chef (2014)

Feel-good culinary saga of Jon Favreau’s chef-turned-food-truck-operator finding the perfect outlet for his passions

3. Children of Men (2006)

Gripping dystopian thriller with piercing social commentary and brilliant direction from Alfonso Cuarón

2. Short Term 12 (2013)

Deeply personal, insightful, and well-acted glimpse into the shattered lives of troubled youth in need of trust and connection

1. National Velvet (1944)

All-time classic about an English country girl and the horse she believes in, bolstered by a family who believes in her