Sunday, May 17, 2020

Blood and Money Review



I imagine Tom Berenger's reaction when he received the script to "Blood and Money," the new thriller based in the Maine mountains of Allagash, was something like "you know I've been meaning to go skiing."

Playing a retired Vietnam vet who spends his last days hunting deer and avoiding the booze, Tom is far too good an actor for material like this, but he's a true professional, elevating thankless dialogue and tired motivations with a level of intense detachment, looking mildly frustrated as we watch him go through his bland routine of smoking his way between scenes of him eating and reading the newspaper.

One day he accidentally shoots a woman he mistakes for a buck, he panics and flees the scene, only to realize he left a cigarette butt nearby and must go back. But not before learning she's a criminal wanted for robbing a casino, which is where the creaky plot thickens. He steals the money only to immediately be pursued by the dead corpse's partners in crime. The holes in this raggedy narrative as big enough you could fit the Oscar-nominated lead's head through it, but film's strong points are strong enough to keep it from being forgotten beneath fresh snow.

His character is one that could only exist in the movies, as he's shot, soaked, and sick but always able to get right back up. But we buy it all because of our star, hardly speaking any words but always dominating the shot. He's a presence on film, squinting in almost every frame as his eyes burn through your TV; you can tell he's thinking but you're not sure about what, prepared for the worst and ready to explode, like a windup toy that hasn't gone off yet. This separates him from other aged action stars like Liam Neeson and Sylvester Stallone, as his reactions to both peril and drama is the same stony stare, his face cracked from age with thick creases of experience.

John Barr makes his directorial debut here, and he knows how to stage a shot, with the powdered landscape being equally an impressive actor as Berenger. Frames are filled with the icy isolation, which not only provides the movie with a signature look but also to give another element of danger for our hero. He has to combat the cold as well as crooks, hugging small fires and always on the lookout for a new shelter. Filmed on location in Maine, instead of just being set there, helps cement the picture's impressive verisimilitude; the uneven terrain has actors moving in a way a soundstage could never replicate.

I liked the craft behind "Blood and Money," the level of authority from Tom and the surprising artistry of Barr's freshmen effort. In a world were we're all locked inside as the sun shines along outside, it's nice to see people outside playing in the snow.

Saturday, May 16, 2020

Scoob! Review



There is no reason for "Scoob!" to exist, except to make money milking the public's nostalgia for the classic Scooby-Doo. Only this is not your parents Scooby-Doo. It's not your childhood's Scooby-Doo. It's not even your kid's Scooby-Doo. This is a tired tale of friendship with Hanna-Barbera paint job; replace the familiar faces with any other group of archaic characters and you would have a film equally unsatisfying.

While COVID-19 is causing ruin to most everything, it will no doubt benefit Warner Bros. Pictures with their direct-to-streaming strategy here. The world didn't need another movie based on the popular canine (it didn't even need the others while we're at it), but with kids begging their parents for entertainment, this will probably make a lot of money. And for what? For bright colors to bounce to the beat of generic pop-songs to the tune of goodwill and keeping your promises? The message taught is so treacle and tedious, without wit or sense of fun.

The heavy-handedness to everything most egregious, as the picture comes to an absolute halt while feelings are hurt, emotions are shared, and relationships are patched up, during which time the visuals stop being fun to look at. The characters just stand around and exchange dialogue, like a CGI soap-opera without the inherent satire.

Acting as not only a reboot to Scooby-Doo but also to launch the, gulp, Hanna-Barbera shared cinematic universe, we follow the titular doggy (voiced by the omnipresent Frank Welker) meet his equally hungry pal Shaggy (a very out-of-place Will Forte), up to the formation of the gang's famed Mystery Inc. So far, about what you would expect, but things go off the rails as soon as the cast join up with the Blue Falcon (Mark Wahlberg, who sounds as if he's having fun at least) to take down the evil Dick Dastardly (Jason Isaacs). The turn to incorporate other properties means forgoing critical pillars to the Scooby-Doo franchise: the villain is a normal person, and there is no actual sleuthing.

To the movie's credit, the source material has never been the strongest, with characters whose personality boils down to a single description (Shaggy likes food, etc.,). I get it. But the film does nothing but stretch out already thin ideas into a feature film. Animation is not cheap; there are millions of dollars on display, and all we get is an afterschool special.

I'm probably wrong here. Kids will likely enjoy this, and fans certainly will bask in the bright colors with their sentimental-goggles pressed tightly against their face. Parents will simply want to know if it's appropriate for their kids, which it is. But film criticism is more than just that. How many stars should it get? Why does it matter? Why am I reviewing this? Why did I see this? Only to waste my time, and yours I guess. I'm sorry, but that's the way the Scooby Snack crumbles.