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July 12, 2013

The Way, Way Back


Grade: B -
Directors: Nat Faxon and Jim Rash
Starring: Steve Carell, Toni Collette, Liam James, Sam Rockwell, AnnaSophia Robb, Rob Corddry, Amanda Peet and Maya Rudolph
MPAA Rating: PG-13
Running Time: 1 hr. 43 min.

The Hollywood assembly line is just as geared to churn out faux-indie dramatic comedies as another sight & sound show about fighting robots. Although (or Because) The Way, Way Back debuted at January’s Sundance Film Festival, even its late July release date is transparently strategic: late enough to avoid the summer box office behemoths, late enough in the year that it won’t be totally forgotten once awards time rolls around, but far enough removed from November and December that it won’t get capsized by higher quality film fare.

Still, just because something is mass-produced—whether it’s food, cars or movies—doesn’t mean it can’t also be enjoyable. And in the wake of a summer season filled with sequels of the week, superheroes, zombies and Johnny Depp wearing a freakin’ crow on his head, a serviceable coming-of-age dramedy, no matter how generic, is a welcome diversion.

It’s a tumultuous time for 14-year-old Duncan (Liam James), who is conscripted to spend the summer with his divorced mother Pam (Toni Collette) at the Massachusetts beach house of her new boyfriend, Trent (Steve Carrell), and Trent’s catty teenage daughter Stephanie. On the ride down, Trent rates Duncan’s current life worthiness at three on a 10-point scale, effectively establishing both Trent’s passive-aggressive churlishness and his strained relationship with Duncan.

It’s no small irony that the name of Trent’s cottage is “Riptide,” as a morass of conflicting psychological forces rules this roost. The mood gets no better once Trent’s circle of friends comes calling, including Betty (Allison Janney), the boozy flibbertigibbet neighbor, and Kip (Rob Corddry) and Joan (Amanda Peet), Trent’s equally shallow pals.

Isolated and ostracized at every turn, the dour Duncan finds solace in two places. First is Susanna (AnnaSophia Robb), Betty’s strikingly grounded daughter, who takes an instant liking to her newfound neighbor. The other is Water Wizz, an area aquatic park where Duncan takes furtive bike rides to work and hang out with Owen (Sam Rockwell), one of the park’s longtime employees and resident wiseacre.

Making their directorial debuts, writers Nat Faxon and North Carolina native Jim Rash—both last seen winning an Oscar for their screenplay for “The Descendants”—reportedly drew on their own childhood experiences to craft their latest script. But, there’s also a snapshot of This Boy’s Life, a morsel of Meatballs and a layover in Adventureland. Moreover, from the adult actors’ ages to the conspicuously 80s soundtrack, the film seems more fixated on the arrested development of this group of Generation Xers facing their midlife crossroads.

It’s a sledgehammer of a metaphor that Water Wizz serves as Duncan’s personal oasis away from the rest of his complicated life. Given the neuroses enveloping Duncan’s home life, it’s comforting that Owen’s friendship lacks any ulterior motive, and that Susanna’s fondness comes without strings or wavering.

Nevertheless, James plays the latest iteration of a young actor’s role familiarized by Anton Yelchin/Josh Peck/Logan Lerman/Reece Thompson/etc. (Jesse Eisenberg and Michael Cera are two of the few members of this club to separate themselves from the pack). However, Owen is a role tailor-made for Rockwell, who is given the meatiest dialogue and reciprocates with the one performance that awards voters are most likely to remember from way, way back in July.


*Orginally published at INDYWeek.com

March 11, 2009

Race to Witch Mountain

Star Drek



Grade: C

Director: Andy Fickman

Starring: Dwayne Johnson, AnnaSophia Robb, Alexander Ludwig, Carla Gugino, Ciarán Hinds, and Tom Everett Scott

MPAA Rating: PG-13

Running Time: 1 hour, 39 minutes


Can you smell what The Rock is cooking? Take a whiff of Dwayne Johnson’s recent career arc, and you’ll detect a heaping helping of Disneyfied family-fare mixed with a dash of muscle-flexing action for flavor. Sadly, his latest concoction, Race to Witch Mountain, is yet another bankable but bland entrée that leaves you hungry for more.


Disney revisits their Witch Mountain franchise in an innocuous diversion that makes for pleasant enough viewing granted you do not bother applying even a modicum of logic. Otherwise, you’ll wonder why two Aryan aliens (a delightful AnnaSophia Robb and dour Alexander Ludwig) who assume human form and exhibit superpowers – one can alter his molecular structure and the other is capable of reading minds, levitating objects, blowing things up, operating a car telepathically, etc. – need the help of a Las Vegas cabbie (Johnson, now officially sans his “Rock” moniker) whose woebegone backstory is belied by the fact that, well, he looks like The Rock.


Aided further by a defrocked astrophysicist (the underutilized Carla Guigno) and a dog (the animal, not this movie, though the term aptly applies to both), the teen E.T.s are on a mission to deliver some gizmo holding the secret to environmental renewal back to their dying native planet. Standing in the way of their wormhole home is an intergalactic assassin patterned after Predator and a cadre of government MIBs led by Ciarán Hinds (wearing a constipated scowl).


Indeed, this derivative film blindly assimilates contemporary alien-movie conventions more than Disney films of yore, despite brief cameos by Kim Richards and Ike Eisenmann, the former child stars in the 1970s Witch Mountain films. Johnson is affable enough, but it is hard to know whether it is the one-note Disney roles or one-note performances that inhibit his growth as an actor and box office behemoth. This is no exaggeration: Johnson once exhibited more charisma during any five minutes of “WWE Monday Night Raw” than the entirety of his film career thus far. Perhaps it’s high time for The Rock to take a trip down Know Your Role Boulevard.


Neil Morris