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by Tony Medley
Presumed Innocent (9/10):
8-part miniseries Apple TV+. Based on
Scott Turow’s novel, this is a remake of the 1990 blockbuster hit that
grossed $221 million. Forget that movie, this is a compelling tale well
directed by Greg Yaritanes (5 episodes) and Anne Sewitsky (2 episodes).
Jake Gyllenhaal plays Chicago prosecutor Rusty Sabich who finds himself
accused of a brutal rape and murder of fellow prosecutor Carolyn
Polhemus (Renate Reinsve).
He is defended by
former District Attorney Raymond Horgan (Bill Camp). But out to get him
is the new DA Nico Della Guardia (O-T Fagbenle), who assigns Tommy Moto
(Peter Sarsgaard) to prosecute.
The acting is top
notch. Sarsgaard gives an award-quality performance as the dogged “bad
guy” prosecutor, but so does Gyllenhaal as the inscrutable protagonist.
That’s not to downplay the performances of the others, who are
excellent, including Camp and Ruth Negga, who plays Rusty’s wife,
Barbara, who is as much a victim here as Rusty.
While I didn’t watch
the entire series in one sitting, I did watch it in a short period of
time because it grabbed me from the outset. However, Apple did not
provide the final episode to the press, so I don’t know how it ends.
Hit Man (8/10):
115 minutes. R. Director Richard
Linklater has been a mixed bag with me. I thought his three romances set
in Paris, Before Sunrise (1995), Before Sunset (2004), and
Before Midnight (2013) well-conceived but disappointing. However,
his Me and Orson Welles (2008), is one of the best films I’ve
seen in the 21st century.
This is one of his
better efforts. He takes the true story of a mild-mannered professor
(Glen Powell) who somehow finds himself a faux hit man for his local
police department to entrap people into hiring himself to kill people,
and then charging and convicting them. That’s the true part.
The Hollywood part
is that he gets romantically involved with one of his “clients” (Adria
Arjona) and therein the story becomes Hollywood fiction. That’s OK
because Powell gives a sterling comedic performance masquerading as a
killer, and Arjona is convincing enough as the gal who catches his
heart. In theaters and on Netflix.
Firebrand (5/10):
120 minutes. R. Katherine Parr (Alicia Vikander), the sixth and last
wife of Henry VIII (Jude Law), is little known nor long remembered
(divorced, beheaded, died, divorced, beheaded, survived!). Director
Karim Aïnouz tells the story of what must have been a remarkable woman.
Unfortunately,
Hollywood raises its ugly head and the story Aïnouz tells, while
presenting some truth, adds a lot of unnecessary Hollywood
embellishment. While it might make a reasonable fictional tale, the true
story would be a lot better.
Law presents Henry
as truly despicable, which might be true. While Vikander and Judd give
good performances, perhaps the best performance in the film is by Simon
Russell Beale who plays Stephen Gardiner, an obsequious toady who did
his best to bring Katherine down.
The way Aïnouz tells
it, the marriage was awful and the way he depicts their “lovemaking”
cringeworthy. The film is far too long and ends with an outlandish
assertion, not supported by any facts of which I am aware.
The Nature of Love (3/10) July 12 Laemmle
Royal: 112 Minutes. NR.
This is apparently
intended to be a romcom, but director/scriptwriter Monia Chokri has a
much different definition of both comedy and romance than I. Sophia (Magalie
Lépine-londeau) is in an apparently happy 10-year marriage to Xavier
(Francis-William Rhéaume) when she meets a sexy contractor, Sylvain
(Pierre-Yves Cardinal) and falls for him. Chokri tries to say she falls
in love, but it looks more like falling in sex.
With no seeming
guilt, she pursues a relationship with him. Chokri apparently has no
empathy with the cuckolded Xavier, who is almost immediately discarded
from the story. There is little mention of how he reacts to his wife
running off with another man. Chokri’s ignoring this part of the story
shows a low appreciation of the effects of betrayal and unfaithfulness.
As to “comedy,” I
didn’t see anything in the film that was remotely humorous. So, it’s not
romantic and it’s not funny. What’s the point? In French.
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