Crum on Showbiz

By Steve Crum

Allsion Janney’s literally gritty portrayal is reason enough to see Lou, an action thriller that is also an engaging character study of the title character. It turns out very soon into the story that Lou Adell (Janney) is a cross between a typical Liam Neeson hero and Rambo.

Indeed it is the hard-edged Lou who lives alone in the wilderness of Oscar Island in Washington. It is Lou who reminds her nearby tenant Hannah to pay her due rent. It is Lou whose heroic demeanor kicks in immediately after Hannah’s little girl, Vee, is kidnapped. 

The story, by Maggie Cohn and Jack Stanley, grabs immediately as we get an idea of Lou’s personality—including her despair. Once Vee is taken, the pace for from rapid to breakneck. Aided by Vee’s mother, Hannah Dawson (Jurnee Smollett), the two forge through dense forest and waterways. Lou’s tracking and survival skills are akin to military commando precision (with good reason—but no spoiler from me here!). 

Just to add vim to the vigor, the kidnapper (played by Logan Marshall-Green) is a war criminal and ex-Green Beret. So it becomes mini-Army versus mini-Army, per se. Lou has a secret that greatly adds to her prowess. Perhaps it is needless to say, but the resulting violence is therefore elevated. This movie is definitely “R” for bloodshed. 

Directed by Anna Foerster (Underworld: Blood Wars), the taut film showcases Lou as an imperfect action hero with social and psychological issues. 

Mention should be made of Michael McDonough’s impressive cinematography. The wilderness depiction as well as the climactic lighthouse sequence particularly work well. 

I would also rate Janney’s character a “C” for caked-on dirt, head to feet. 

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GRADE on an A-F Scale: B

By Steve Crum

Samaritan makes for a just vehicle when it comes to an aging (76 year-old) action movie star. Did someone say Sylvester Stallone? He perfectly fits the proverbial bill. (Sly also co-produced Samaritan.) Here is a superhero story told from the point of view of a 13 year-old boy who has idolized a superhero who has actually lived. The boy, Sam Cleary, is well played by Javon “Wanna” Walton. 

Specifically, Sam lives in Granite City (?) wherein decades back, the legendary Samaritan repeatedly clashed with his villainous twin brother, Nemesis. Their climactic battle was catastrophic with both siblings killed. 

This “dark take on superhero movies” is based on the book Samaritan by Bragi Schut, Marc Olivent and Renzo Podesta. Director Julius Avery has fashioned the setting in a seedy part of a large, fictitious city. (NOTE: Superman had Metropolis, Batman—Gotham, and so on.) 

The first third of the 101-minute film centers on Sam as he frets over helping his nearly destitute single mom with finances. In desperation, he accepts a job assisting gang leader Reza (Moises Arias). Soon the boy get personal attention from Reza’s boss, Chris (Pilou Asbaek). Complications arise, triggering Reza to attack Sam. 

Enter Joe Smith (Stallone), the local garbage collector living alone in a modest high rise. Turns out Joe, who wears a hoodie in public, has been spying on Sam from his window for some time. Guess how he reacts when sees Sam physically threatened. Yep, the old recluse comes to the rescue with seemingly super strength. The boy, now safe, recognizes the elder’s power as his long sought Samaritan—which Joe denies. The two bond, reluctantly on Joe’s part. Nonetheless, the rest of the movie is filled with Joe’s keeping Sam safe from gangsters. 

Stallone pulls off the ruse believably enough that the climactic, action-jammed conclusion has its breathtaking moments. 

Special effects are quite good with dazzling pyrotechnics in big time display—a lot of finale explosions and fires. An earlier display of Stallone’s character literally readjusting his twisted limbs is impressive, but would be even more so if Netflix’s Stranger Things had not already essentially included the wowser visual. 

Despite a surprise switch ending, it is doubtful Samaritan will ever prompt a sequel. 

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GRADE on an A-F Scale: C

By Steve Crum

Remember those sleazy drive-in movies of the 1960s and ‘70s, which were filled with sex and violence usually mixed with teenagers and monsters? It was a time when Russ Meyer reigned as the smut king of B-movies.

Local filmmaker De Miller obviously does, and serves up a halter top full of parody in his second direct-to-video film, High Stakes. It played to a receptive and sporadically giggling Granada Theatre audience of more than 100 at its world premiere on July 7 (1995).

Many of its actors, minus name stars Cathy Turner, Tiny Tim and Jerry Mathers, attended.

Aimed at what producer-director Miller says is “foreign markets,” High Stakes takes the cliché plot of a car (really a van in this version) breaking down on a deserted road, forcing the passengers (three barely clad young women—headed by Olympic medalist Turner) to seek help in a nearby spooky house (the exterior of the reputedly haunted Sauer Castle in Argentine). 

At the door they are greeted by the ghastly Rentfield (Tiny Tim, not requiring any additional make-up to perform in character, in one of several scenes shot in March). The plot and blood thicken. A family of vampires resides within, and conveniently three of them are males. Bring on the gratuitous sex! Leering, touching, kissing and, did I mention, leering occupies most of the paired-up couples’ time during the several days (?) the bimbo…er, young ladies spend at the abode waiting for delivery of a new distributor for their vehicle. 

The videoplay, as written by Miller (who also edited) and son, Mark, includes two scenes that go beyond the 52 separate cleavage and short-shorts posterior closeups. One has Remus, vampire brother of Romulus (Get it? Hey, these are the jokes in this humor-in-vein flick.), changing into a dog so he can secretly leer at Nina (future Penthhouser Chrissy Mountjoy) as she steps from the shower. Then there is a graphic-without-showing-genitalia intercourse scene between Remus and Lucy. 

Though not rated, the video (which was projected with some difficulty on the giant screen) would weigh-in at a strong “R.” Parents of the few children attending the screening were probably aghast. 

The plot does include the old stake-in-the-heart sequence, and a turn by Mathers as professor Von Heavensing (instead of Von Helsing, ouch). Unfortunately, Mathers was only available for his scene one day, and a lengthy, talky sequence has him mostly behind a cluttered desk, explaining how to kill a vampire to Turner and cohort. Then they carry out his instructions. Golly, but it might have been a blast to see The Beaver himself drive the stake.

The best moment in the film is a double, double take between Tiny Tim and guests assembled in the living room. There is no real meaning or purpose, but it comes in from left field and works in a humorous, surreal way. 

Tim’s otherwise hammy performance ranks a nose better than the rest of the cast, who should at least be given credit for memorizing their lines. 

Credit Max Groove for an impressive sound recording and musical track that often suggests Ennio Morricone’s low and driving heartbeat sound in The Thing. 

High Stakes is a local product and, like fellow local filmmaker Todd Scheets’ direct-to-video horror efforts, the audience is limited. In other words, few reading this critique will ever see High Stakes or even Miller’s promised upcoming, big-budgeted production, Godfathers, Da Movie?

Even so, it is hoped that Miller’s obvious talents will go beyond parody laced with soft-core porn, salable as that is. 

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GRADE on an A-F Scale: D-

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NOTE: The above review first appeared in The Kansas City Kansan newspaper on July 11, 1995. Immediately after the issue hit the stands, I received a phone call from De Miller. He was furious, accusing me of not getting enough sex in my life. From all indications, High Stakes went nowhere after its “world premiere.” However, Miller did publish a book based upon his movie. For awhile, the book was available on Amazon. That was a couple of decades ago, however. Miller has since moved from KCK to Florida, and is now producing Christian movies. High Stakes is nowhere to be mentioned in his biography on either Amazon or the Internet Movie Data Base. The bios of Jerry Mathers and Tiny Tim do not list it either.

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By Steve Crum

The great entertainer, Jimmy Durante, first said his catchphrase a century ago: “I’m surrounded by assassins!” That line is apropos for 2022’s spy vs spy spectacular, The Gray Man, 129 minutes of nearly non-stop action and violence. 

Clearly, it is a movie as devoted to fists, guns, and kicking as much as the Fast and Furious series showcases speeding cars. In fact, The Gray Man is the first in a planned series based upon Mark Greaney’s novel of the same title. Banking on the success of this first adaptation, which has been showing on Netflix since its limited theatrical release, is key. It is a big bucks gamble, among the most expensive production budgets in Netflix history. 

But so far, so very OK. The popularity of The Gray Man is attributable to its production team, including the screenplay and direction: The Russo Brothers, Joe and Anthony. Joe helped write the movie; Anthony and Joe directed. (Joe even has an unbilled acting role.) The two have teamed numerous times previously, handling similar duties on four Marvel movies (2 Captain Americas and 2 Avengers). And their list goes on from the Emmy Award winning TV series, Arrested Development, to a dozen other movies and TV shows. 

Stars Ryan Gosling and Chris Evans lead a capable cast that includes Billy Bob Thornton, Alfre Woodard, Ana de Armas and Jessica Henwick. Their “capability” also rests on their gymnastic abilities to kick box, jump, fisticuff, and fire weaponry. The arsenal and action are seemingly endless here. 

I will not get into plot specifics for a couple of reasons. The first is the spoiler factor. Secondly, there are so many characters, possessing so many similar names. For example, Ryan Gosling’s “Court” Gentry is a CIA black ops assassin  given the code name “Sierra Six.” Then there is “Sierra Four.” Add to the mix assassins like the Chris Evans’ psychopathic Lloyd Hansen, who is hired to capture Six. While the plot thickens, per se, why not add even more CIA agents and more assassins? Who is to be trusted? 

Before answering that ongoing question, Six is repeatedly either attacked or trying to physically thwart some bad guys—and gals. There is even a huge twist on this theme at the film’s conclusion. (It surprised me!)

Really, the action is so engulfing that one forgets to take any reasoning breather. 

I have to add that the Russos’ casting of their Captain America good guy Chris Evans is brilliant. It is against type, but it works beautifully. What a great baddie. 

The Gray Man is a fun and frantic diversion which is a somewhat distant cousin to James Bond’s 007 and all the other secret agent “O’s.” Gosling is no Sean Connery or Daniel Craig, but he does nicely as Six. 

The meaning of the title The Gray Man? It is never explained but infers “ghost” or “chameleon”—perfect qualities to have when hiding. 

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GRADE on an A-F Scale: B

This lengthy piece ran in two editions of The Kansas City Kansan newspaper, Feb. 23 and March 16, 2002. Twenty years ago, buying movie tickets via your cell phone was mostly unheard of. That said, dealing with cell phones in theaters has become an even worse problem. Also, those were the days before the many movie streaming channels we now have. Just put my thoughts in retrospect. (Incidentally, the illustrations are mine.)

By Steve Crum

Do you know what really ticks me off? As Lassie once barked, “Ticks.” Dog-eared jokes aside, there are a number of things about the moviegoing experience that dig under my nails, and raise my Hollywood hackles. Since a perk of writing movie reviews is getting free screening passes, I rarely pay to get into a movie. Otherwise, I would moan about the escalating ticket prices. That said, any treats I get at a screening I pay for out of pocket. More on that later. 

MOVIE THEATER PARKING

Are there really that many handicapped folks coming to the theater? One Kansas City area theater’s parking lot gives the first two rows—long rows—to Reserved-For-Handicapped parking. I had to park so far from the front doors a few weeks ago (and there were 19 handicapped spots vacant) that I was limping by the time I trekked from my North 40 parking spot. 

And let’s get a cop outside to direct the banana land traffic after the show lets out. Add a packed theater, late night, and you have potential vehicular trauma. 

CATTLE LINES

What else would you call the roped-off mazes (inspired by theme parks) that keep 100-plus human beefers in line at screenings? Surely this does not happen to paying customers. But with non payers possessing passes at a free evening screening, it is first-come, first-served for empty seats. But the masses have to be contained so no one feels cheated. Head-‘em up, move ‘em in. (A 2022 NOTE: Since this was written, KC movie critics have reserved seating and do not have to stand in line.) 

BUYING TICKETS

I rarely have to buy tickets, but when I do, it truly exasperates me to have to stand outside, like I am at Kemper Arena, to purchase a ticket A wind chill of 15 below adds to my overall joy. Young lady, that ticket roll you have inside your warm ticket-taker room could make a fine little bonfire. 

USHERS

The old days are over. Ushers were people dressed in military style uniforms who were hired to seat the audience while holding snappy looking flashlights. They would also patrol the aisles throughout the movie, checking for rude souls. That was then. Goodbye, ushers. Hello, rude souls. 

BACK SEAT KICKERS

There are those numbskulls who kick the back of your seat. (This is also a problem on airplanes.) And it is usually in an erratic, yet rhythmic tempo. Sometimes it is a kid, sometimes an adult. What is it with you people? Are you unaware? Is there a psychotic, nervous strain in your lowly developed family? Or are you just trying to start something? I usually give a half-over-the-shoulder look without making eye contact—as a display of irritation. I also rock my seat forward and back, if possible, to help ward off rude feet. 

My ex-wife had her way of dealing with seat kickers. She would merely stand up, turn around, and firmly curse them out. It was effective. But her target always looked like he or she wanted to punch ME out, since I was the man sitting beside her. 

THE RUDE SHOE

Then there is the low life who hoists a foot between seat backs, resting a stanky shoe near the side of my face. These are violators of another kind. Oops, I accidentally poured my Diet Coke all over your guilty flip flop.

CELL PHONES

Cellular phones have become my numero uno gripe in life. And not just at the movie theater. Why does anyone want to share a phone conversation with nearby strangers? I don’t. I was at a meeting recently when a person in the audience got a call on her cell phone. The nifty ring sounded like a Bach Toccata except. “Hello,” she said at a very audible sound level. “Hello?” she repeated. “Hello,” once again. She finally did leave the area to continue her conversation, but ONLY because she had poor phone reception where she was sitting. When she came back in, the meeting had resumed smoothly. Then her phone chimed again, and the “Hellos” began anew. She left the room again, too. Thank you, Alexander Graham Bell. 

At the movie theater, the problem is the ringing. I have yet to hear any actual phone conversations going on during a movie. But maybe I am just a popcorn kernel lucky in that respect. 

BLABBERERS

An ongoing problem is people who talk during the movie. I do not care whether you are telling what is happening next in the movie (actually I DO care) or spouting off about the weather in Olpe. Just refrain from taking. Zip the lips. Open the ears and eyes. Or close them. Just shut up.   

BABIES & INFANTS

There is nothing that makes me both sad and angry as when a baby or small kiddo starts crying or talking during the most repulsive scene in an R-rated movie. I could kick some parental buttocks. Why would any decent parent bring a kid to such a movie? It is selfishness, my friends. The “adult” parents want to see the flick at any cost. Grow up, you parents who do this irresponsible thing! And wait until your own kids are grown before bringing them back to a movie house. 

MOVEMENT DURING END CREDITS

The movie concludes and end credits start rolling. This is a cue for Cro-Magnons in the audience to immediately stand up to leave, in the process blocking the vision for those still seated who want to read the credits. Too bad for the early leavers. Sometimes there is an additional scene following the credits. Leave early, you miss it. Airplane, Lethal Weapon II and A Bug’s Life come to mind.

In A Bug’s Life, the additional “outtakes” (a joke unto itself since this is an animated film) occur as the credits roll. I recall when the credits began at the screening, half the audience were on their way down the aisles to exit. Then they all froze in standing place to watch, effectively blocking those who had remained seated. 

Add to the disruption those who stand up and start talking on their way to the exit. Unnerving.

THEN THERE ARE THOSE SNACK LINE IDIOTS…

•Who wait until it is their turn at the counter to start figuring out what they want.

•Who HAVE to take a giant swig the second they receive their drink at the counter. 

•Who devour that huge bite of popcorn direct to mouth—no hands, while you patiently wait directly in back of them at the counter. And they always do it while facing you, to make sure you get a good, butter-topped view. Oink. 

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There is a lot to be said for watching a movie at home. 

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