Susan Granger’s review of “The Expendables 3” (Lionsgate/Millennium Films)
This latest installment in Sylvester Stallone’s action franchise is filled with beefy heroes, a really bad guy and an endless barrage of bullets as the murder and mayhem continues.
The opening sequence features a helicopter-versus-train battle in which Barney Ross (Stallone) and what’s left of his crew help a fellow mercenary, a knife expert known as Doctor Death (Wesley Snipes), escape from incarceration. Barney needs Doc to help him intercept an arms deal in Somalia. But their mission fizzles when they discover the bigwig brokering the deal is Conrad Stonebanks (Mel Gibson), a former Expendable whom Barney thought he’d killed when he went rogue. Determined to take down sociopathic Stonebanks, Barney dismisses his former crew (Dolph Lundgren, Randy Couture, Terry Crews, Jason Statham. Jet Li) and – with the help of Bonaparte (Kelsey Grammer), hires younger, more agile and tech-savvy newbies (Kellan Lutz, Antonio Banderas, Glen Powell, mixed-martial-arts champ Ronda Rousey, boxer Victor Ortiz). Ferried by competitor Trench (Arnold Schwarzenegger) and joined by Agent Drummer (Harrison Ford), who wants Stonebanks to stand trial for war crimes at The Hague, they’re off to do the CIA’s dirty work once again. Only, things don’t go exactly as planned.
Co-screenwriter Stallone make sure every action icon gets a token scene, while director Patrick Hughes propels the formulaic soldiers-of-fortune story. If you’re curious why Bruce Willis is a ‘no show’ after appearing in the first two movies, apparently, he wanted $4 million for four days’ work; Stallone offered him $3 million, so Willis walked. But Wesley Snipes is back, self-referentially alluding to his real-life issue with tax evasion. Stallone uses his usual three expressions: sorrowful, strained and sneering, so it’s up to loquacious Antonio Banderas to enliven the tedium.
FYI: Pirates were able to steal a print, most likely from an independent special-effects finishing firm, releasing it on the Internet in July so 2.2 million fans were able to download it free.
On the Granger Movie Gauge of 1 to 10, “The Expendables” is a tired 3, filled with punishing chase scenes and repetitive gunfire.
Susan Granger’s review of “If I Stay” (Warner Bros.)
It’s curious that the current crop of teenage tragedies adapted from Young Adult fiction, like “The Fault in Our Stars” and now “If I Stay,” so adeptly incorporates the essential question that sustains all cinematic suspense: Will the protagonist survive? And in this case, she must make the choice herself.
In Portland, Oregon, Mia (Chloe Grace Moretz) is a teenage rebel. A classical music nerd, she’s passionate about playing the cello, idolizes Yo-Yo Ma and Beethoven and has her heart set on attending Julliard. That stuns her free-spirited parents (Mireille Enos, Joshua Leonard), former rock ‘n’ rollers, and her younger brother (Jakob Davies). But her super cool boyfriend Adam (Jamie Blackley) understands, even though he fronts a rocker band. Then, one day, when a snowstorm blankets the landscape, there’s a horrific automobile accident which decimates her family. Seriously injured, hovering between life and death, Mia must choose between returning to pick up the pieces of her shattered existence or simply letting it all go, slipping into the radiant light that beckons her.
“Isn’t it amazing how life is one thing and then, in an instant, it becomes something else””
Scripted by Shauna Cross (“Whip It”) from Gayle Forman’s best-selling 2009 novel, it’s directed by documentary filmmaker R.J. Cutler (“The September Issue”), making his motion picture debut. In Cutler’s adaptation, Mia’s in a state of limbo; her dilemma evolves through a series of flashbacks that reveal not only her deep, abiding love for her family but also her anguished conflict between pursuing her musical ambition and her desire be with the man she adores.
While Chloe Grace Moretz (“Let Me In,” “Carrie”) wrestles with raw, soul-searching, chemistry spikes with hunky Jamie Blackley. But it’s Stacy Keach, as Mia’s grandfather, who delivers the most memorable performance, delivering a subtly haunting hospital-bedside speech.
FYI: Alisa Weilerstein did the cello playing – and her overcoming-adversity story is also fascinating (http://www.opus3artists.com/artists/alisa-weilerstein)
On the Granger Movie Gauge of 1 to 10, “If I Stay” is a poignant, sensitive 7 – a tension-filled tearjerker which should satisfy its intended audience.
Susan Granger’s review of “Let’s Be Cops” (20th Century-Fox)
Oh, let’s not! In this colossal waste of time and talent, thirtysomething nitwits Ryan (Jake Johnson), a former college quarterback who never made it to the NFL, and Justin (Damon Wayans Jr.), a low-level video-game designer, dress up in what look like genuine police uniforms for a Purdue University reunion that they mistakenly believe is a costume party. As they walk back home afterwards, they suddenly discover that they’re suddenly given the respect and power they’ve missed in ordinary life in Los Angeles. So when Ryan finds a used police car for sale on eBay, they take their impersonations one step further – by purchasing bullet-proof vests and other paraphernalia, learning law enforcement lingo and going out on patrol in their disguises.
While Justin enjoys the attention of Josie (Nina Dobrev), a beautiful waitress who yearns to be a Hollywood makeup artist, their charade misfires when they encounter a gang of Eastern European mobsters, headed by Mossi (James D’Arcy), a veritable psychopath, who shows intense interest in the little restaurant where Josie works. Accompanied by Segars(Rob Riggle), a veteran cop who, at first, thinks they’re authentic, they find themselves entangled in a criminal investigation that’s ‘way above their pay-grade.
Lamely scripted by Nicholas Thomas and director Luke Greenfield (“The Animal”), this tedious wannabe action comedy misfires from the get-go, as gag-after-gag falls flat. And it doesn’t help much that Keegan-Michael Key, Natasha Leggro, and Andy Garcia turn up in generic supporting roles. Not surprisingly, the discarded scenes that accompany the concluding credits are funnier than anything that preceded them. Let’s put it this way: since Damon Wayans Jr. and Jake Johnson co-star on “New Girl,” let’s hope they don’t give up their television jobs.
On the Granger Movie Gauge of 1 to 10, “Let’s Be Cops” is a rotten 2. You have the right to refrain.
Susan Granger’s review of “Calvary” (Fox Searchlight Pictures)
Opening with a quote from St. Augustine: “Despair not, one of the thieves was spared. Presume not, one of the thieves was not.” Set in a small village on the wind-swept coastline of Ireland, this subtly provocative thriller begins when a good-hearted cleric, Father James (Brendan Gleeson), is threatened in the confessional booth. Sexually abused – years ago – by a pedophile priest who has since died, one of Father James’s bitter parishioners is determined to wreak revenge by killing him in exactly seven days: “I’m going to kill you because you’ve done nothing wrong.”
Over the next week, weary Father James wrestles not only with the concept of his own mortality but also the declining influence of the Catholic Church in contemporary society, as he confronts various members of the rural community, gruffly making amends and meeting with disparate suspects, all of whom have been unrepentantly sinning for many years.
There’s the sinister, perversely atheistic doctor (Aiden Gillen) and the rich, despairing businessman (Dylan Moran), along with the vulgar butcher (Chris O’Dowd), whose promiscuous wife (Orla O’Rourke) is blatantly having an affair with an African immigrant auto mechanic (Isaach de Bankole). He counsels a jailed serial rapist/killer (Domhall Gleeson, Brendan’s real-life son) and is scorned by a policeman (Gary Lydon) and male prostitute (Owen Sharpe). It seems that Father James’s only benign acquaintances are an elderly American author (M. Emmett Walsh) and a philosophical Frenchwoman (Marie Josee Croze) whose husband just died. Finally, Father James, a widower before he became a priest, tries to counsel his confused, suicidal daughter, Fiona (Kelly Reilly), who perceives his becoming ordained in the Church as abandonment.
An Oscar nomination seems inevitable for Brendan Gleeson, who propels the elliptical, ticking-clock psychodrama, conceived by Irish writer/director John Michael McDonagh (“The Guard”) and magnificently photographed by Larry Smith. Filming took place over a period of 29 days in the weather-beaten fishing village of Easkey in County Sligo, Ireland.
On the Granger Movie Gauge of 1 to 10, “Calvary” is an intense, compassionate 8, revolving around the complicated concept of forgiveness.
Susan Granger’s review of “What If” (CBS Films)
What if you had charismatic Daniel Radcliffe as your leading man? Wouldn’t you strive for the most interesting, original vehicle possible to separate this now 25 year-old man from his Harry Potter past? That obviously didn’t concern Toronto-based director Michael Dowse (“Goon”), who dives into a cloying, predictably formulaic rom-com, based on Nora Ephron’s observation, “Men and woman can’t be friends because the sex part always gets in the way,” which Billy Crystal verbalized in “When Harry Met Sally” (1989).
Med school dropout Wallace (Daniel Radcliffe) has become a hermit, living in the attic of his sister’s home, ever since he caught his former girlfriend cheating on him. Cautiously venturing out one night, he meets a flirtatious animator, Chantry (Zoe Kazan), at a party given by his blowhard best-friend Allan (Adam Driver). Composing cleverly cynical refrigerator-magnet poetry, they hit it off immediately, but she’s already living with Ben (Rafe Spall), a high-powered diplomat with the United Nations. So they become friends, sort of, since Wallace has feelings for her that are definitely not platonic. Not surprisingly, when globe-trotting Ben departs for Dublin for six months, Chantry and Wallace become inseparable, kind of.
Adapted by screenwriter Elan Mastai from T.J. Dawe and Michael Rinaldi’s stage-play “Toothpaste and Cigars,” it’s coyly sweet and snarky, never establishing a consistent tone – with hip, yet trifling banter passing for dialogue and Chantry’s whimsical cartoons quickly becoming an annoyance.
Making an interesting transition to adult roles, Daniel Radcliffe seems to be channeling Hugh Grant in his bashful-yet-brash British mannerisms. With big blue eyes and chipmunk cheeks, Zoe Kazan works her theatrical heritage; she’s the daughter of screenwriters Nicholas Kazan and Robin Swicord and granddaughter of director Elia Kazan. Adam Driver is familiar from HBO’s “Girls,” while Rafe Spall is the son of British character actor Timothy Spall. In supporting roles, Megan Park plays Chantry’s promiscuous sister and Mackenzie Davis is Allan’s hot-to-trot girl-friend.
On the Granger Movie Gauge of 1 to 10, What If” is a trifling, tedious 3. It’s not even worth placing on your Netflix queue.
Susan Granger’s review of “The Giver” (The Weinstein Company)
Published back in 1993, Lois Lowry’s young-adult novel was a touching, dystopian fantasy, centered on a 12 year-old boy. If it had been filmed back then, it would have preceded similar stories like “Ender’s Game,” “Elysium,” “Divergent,” and the “Hunger Games” franchise. But now, it’s just one more bland, teen-centric story, set in the distant future, depicting a post-apocalyptic society of “true equality.”
The Community, as it’s called, is supposed to be Utopia. Classless, climate-controlled, and conflict-free, it’s an isolated world that’s free of poverty, famine and other forms of suffering. Choice is unknown; achieving sameness is everyone’s goal. Tranquility reigns, enforced by “precision of language,” meaning people are constantly apologizing and saying, “I accept your apology.”
Upon ritually graduating from childhood and receiving his lifetime job assignment, Jonas (Brendan Thwaits) is chosen by the Chief Elder (Meryl Streep) to be the next Receiver, meaning he’s to be taught by the titular Giver ( bearded Jeff Bridges), a tormented soul who holds the collective cultural memories. As Jonas learns about the pain of love and war, and the ecstasy of art and music, he becomes determined to ‘free’ not only his family (Alexander Skarsgard, Katie Holmes), including a continually crying infant, but also one special girl, Fiona (Odeya Rush).
In this disappointing screen adaption by Michael Mitnick and Robert B. Weide, directed by Philip Noyce (“Patriot Games,” Salt”), the protagonist has been transformed from a child into a young adult, which dilutes the impact of the ethical/moral conflicts and loss-of-innocence theme but allows for a sweetly plausible romance and some vaguely religious overtones. Working with production designer Ed Verr5eaux and cinematographer Ross Emery, Noyce creates this eerie, not-so brave new world monochromatically, allowing Jonas to slowly notice subtle bits of color, eventually including vivid greens, blues and reds. Except for Jeff Bridges and Meryl Streep, the actors are nondescript, delivering strangely stilted, unmemorable performances.
On the Granger Movie Gauge of 1 to 10, “The Giver” is a platitudinous, all-too-familiar 5, unlikely to satisfy avid fans of Lois Lowry’s Newberry Medal-winning book.
Susan Granger’s review of “Step Up: All In” (Lionsgate)
The fifth flick in this franchise fades a bit, perhaps because there’s a tediously melodramatic storyline and not enough dancing. And no Channing Tatum. The leading man chore falls to self-centered Sean (Ryan Guzman), who decides to stay in Los Angeles when his group, the Mobsters, returns to Miami.
“There’s a magic that happens when you dance,” he says. “The world is in synch and, for one perfect moment, you feel alive.” Taking work as a janitor in a dance studio owned by the immigrant grandparents of Moose (Adam Sevani), he spots a VH1 promo for a TV reality-show dance contest called The Vortex, hosted by a preening, Lady Gaga-like diva, Alexxa Brava (Poland-born Izabella Miko). Since the prize is a coveted three-year contract at Caesar’s Palace, Sean and Moose, who has landed a job at an engineering lab, set about recruiting a new crew composed of Moose’s old pal Andie (Brianna Evigan), along with Hair (Chris Scott), Vladd (Chad Smith), Monster (Luis Rosado) and Jenny Kido (Mari Koda), dancers featured in past “Step Up” movies. This disparate assemblage decides to call themselves LMNTRIX, pronounced “elementrix.” When they arrive in Sin City, they find themselves on a collision course with both The Mobsters and The Grim Knights, headed by their perennial rival, Jasper Tarik (Stephen “Stevo” Jones).
Laboriously scripted by John Swetnam (“Into the Storm”) and energetically directed by former competitive ballroom dancer-turned-music video helmer Trish Sie, it’s formulaically predictable and utterly bland, except for the musical numbers. Working with three additional choreographers, Sie abandons the flash mobs in the street, which were featured in previous films, in order to concentrate on ensemble dance-offs that become fantastic extravaganzas, set to cutting-edge club music. Starting with the opening number, one routine is more flashy, daring and colorful than the next – culminating in the gigantic, Cirque du Soliel-like, nine-minute finale, complete with pyrotechnics.
On the Granger Movie Gauge of 1 to 10, “Step Up: All In” is a faltering 4, except for the dance sequences.
Susan Granger’s review of “Into the Storm” (Warner Bros.)
Far too timely in the season of tornados, this action-packed, natural disaster thriller features professional storm-chasers, thrill-seeking amateurs and some teenagers caught in the wrong place at the wrong time.
Set in the region of the Midwest region known as Tornado Alley, it begins on Graduation morning at Silverton High School. As vice-principal, Gary Fuller (Richard Armitage) is in charge of making sure everything runs on time – without a hitch. Problem is: the weather report worries him. A widower/single father, he’s shepherding two sons, Donnie (Max Deacon) and Trey (Nathan Kress), through their difficult teenage years. Although it’s Donnie’s responsibility to film the ceremony, he sneaks off to hang out with Kaitlyn (Alycia Debnam-Carey), helping her with a video project concerning environmental awareness, leaving his younger brother in charge of the camera. Suddenly, a tremendous storm approaches, bringing with it a professional storm-chasing team, headed by documentary filmmaker Pete Moore (Matt Walsh) with Allison Stone (Sarah Wayne Callies) as his meteorologist and three camera operators (Lee Whittaker, Arlen Escarpeta, Jeremy Sumpter). Plus, there are the adrenaline junkies, Donk (Kyle Davis) and Reevis (Jon Reep), whose crazy, daredevil antics are supposed to temporarily ease the tension with a little humor.
Populated by generic, one-dimensional characters who speak in clichés, it’s written by John Swetnam and directed by Steven Quale. What makes viewing it memorable are the intense, amazingly realistic visual effects, which depict not only the wind and rain but also the monstrous impact of several cyclones striking the same place at the same time, leaving destruction in their wake. There’s also a provocative issue revolving around how reality television has made stars of several real-life storm chasers, prompting scores of people to take irresponsible risks in order to capture the video or image that will make them rich and famous.
On the Granger Movie Gauge of 1 to 10, “Into the Storm” is a suspenseful 6, a truly terrifying thrill ride.
Susan Granger’s review of “Get On Up” (Universal Pictures)
Tate Taylor’s unconventional James Brown biopic chronicles the chaotic life of the Godfather of Soul – but not in any chronological order. It begins with the incident that led to Brown’s arrest following a 1988 high-speed police chase and then cuts to reveal sequences from his childhood in a shack in the backwoods of South Carolina, where he was abused by his father (Lennie James) and deserted by his mother (Viola Davis), leaving him in the care of a paternal aunt (Octavia Spencer), a brothel madam. During these jumbled flashbacks, Brown breaks the so-called fourth wall, addressing the audience to express his innermost feelings.
Not surprisingly, James Brown (Chadwick Boseman) grows into a life of petty crime. Arrested in Toccoa, Georgia, for stealing a man’s three-piece suit from a car, he sings at a gospel concert for penitentiary inmates. His innate talent so impresses Bobby Byrd (Nelsan Ellis), the frontman for the Famous Flames, that he persuades his mother to allow Brown to move in with them when he’s on parole. Joining up with promoter Ben Bart (Dan Akyroyd), the rest is musical history.
Awkwardly scripted by brothers Jez and John-Henry Butterworth from a story by Steven Baigelman, it’s briskly directed by Tate Taylor (“The Help”), whose biggest coup was casting charismatic Chadwick Boseman, who played Jackie Robinson in “42.” Boseman is brilliant, energetically re-creating Brown’s strut, swagger, and rubber-legged shimmy, including his spectacular splits. The filmmakers’ problem lies with focus and making the contradictions in Brown’s personal life palatable, including roughing up DeeDee (Jill Scott), one of his wives. Known as the hardest working man in show business, James Brown was totally self-made, influencing a generation of hip-hop R&B singers-dancers like Michael Jackson, Prince, Usher and Chris Brown. But his ego was colossal. Few could address him by his first name, his temper tantrums were legendary, and his drug-addled paranoia eventually did him in.
On the Granger Movie Gauge of 1 to 10, “Get On Up” is a swingin’ but scrambled 6. Lacking cohesion, it never quite finds its rhythm.
Susan Granger’s review of “The Hundred-Foot Journey” (DreamWorks Pictures/Disney)
Gastronomes will be salivating as Lasse Hallstrom revisits “Chocolat” (2000) territory. Impressively introduced by executive producers Steven Spielberg and Oprah Winfrey, the story revolves around a displaced family from India that opens Maison Mumbai, 100-feet directly across the road from Le Saule Pleureur, a Michelin-starred, classical French restaurant.
When the rickety car carrying the emigrant Kaddam family breaks down near the idyllic village of Saint-Anton-Noble-Val in France’s rural Midi-Pyrenees region, Papa (Om Puri) decides that he’s found the perfect place to open a boisterous, Bollywood-esque eatery – much to the dismay of widowed Madame Mallory (Helen Mirren), a stern, snobbish perfectionist whose celebrated country inn specializes in elegant haute cuisine, catering to the aristocracy, including the President of France. Tempers flare and knives are brandished in a territorial culture clash, as the rustic rivalry between the two establishments heats up. More complications erupt when a competitive, love/hate relationship develops between earnest Hassan Kaddam (Manish Dayal), a self-taught, extraordinarily talented cook, and Mme. Mallory’s slyly ambitious sous chef, Marguerite (Charlotte Le Bon), who teaches Hassan how to find wild mushrooms on the riverbank. While tradition-bound Mme. Mallory covets another Michelin star, Hassan Kaddam, toting his family’s exotic spice box, must grapple with the emotional price one pays for international success, including coping with Parisians’ desire for nouveau metro molecular fare.
Based on Richard C. Morais’s 2010 best-seller, adapted for the screen by Steven Knight (“Locke”), it’s directed by Lasse Hallstrom, who serves up so many mouth-watering scenes – like a surprisingly seasoned omelet, steaming boeuf bourguignon and perfectly plated pigeon with truffles – that the lush photography of Linus Sandgren deserves special mention, along with A.R. Rahman’s lively score. Masters of their craft, Helen Mirren (“The Queen”) and Bollywood star Om Puri are irresistible as sparring partners, even though their emotional trajectory, admittedly, seems foreordained, as does the romance between Manish Dayal and Charlotte Le Bon.
On the Granger Movie Gauge of 1 to 10, “The Hundred-Foot Journey” is a deliciously poignant, highly improbable 7, a spicy fairy tale for foodies.