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September 07, 2018

Peppermint

Trump the Movie

Grade: C –
Director: Pierre Morel
Starring: Jennifer Garner, John Gallagher Jr. and John Ortiz
MPAA Rating: R
Running Time: 1 hr. 42 min.

A malformed mashup of Batman Begins, Kill Bill, and Law Abiding Citizen, Peppermint is a gender-switching, reprehensible revenge fantasy about “virtuous” America rising up against such Trump-tailored targets as Mexican gangs, prosecutors, judges, and cops (everybody except the mainstream media, it appears). Many of these groups get their comeuppance (mostly excessive) because they failed at their jobs for reasons both incompetent and corrupt, qualities that this film shares in abundance.

The film’s fulcrum is that if you just know the wrong person, you and your family are liable to get gunned down by Latino drug dealers while enjoying ice cream at the local fair. With her husband and daughter dead, Riley North (Jennifer Garner) watches the killers go free and herself sent to psych ward. Riley escapes, retreats overseas, joins some fight clubs, and returns five years later to exact vengeance on everyone in the system who wronged her.

Even as a base revenge fever dream, Peppermint misses the mark by showing Riley dispatching scores of miscellaneous minions while many of her specific targets are slain off-screen. That bungling is particularly bizarre in the case of a couple of corrupt prosecutors, who we learn about their transgressions and fates as a passing mention during a conversation. Heck, even Riley’s metamorphosis from Linda Hamilton in The Terminator to Linda Hamilton in Terminator 2 occurs via exposition and a brief flashback.

Riley’s trail of reprisal becomes well-publicized, and director Pierre Morel (Taken, natch) tries to tack on a public conflict over whether Riley is a violent murderer or a justified avenging angel, a false choice belied by common sense. Peppermint is more sour than sweet, a pile distasteful agitprop that could have been produced by the most radical recesses of an alt-right think tank.

October 17, 2014

Men, Woman & Children

This is the same software I use to keep track of Ben

Grade: D +
Director: Jason Reitman
Starring: Adam Sandler, Jennifer Garner, Rosemarie DeWitt, Judy Greer, Dean Norris, Emma Thompson (voice), Ansel Elgort and Kaitlyn Dever
MPAA Rating: R
Running Time: 1 hr. 59 min.

The recurring CGI imagery of the Voyager 1 space probe that serves as the visual and purported spiritual refrain to director Jason Reitman’s Men, Women & Children is spot-on. No, not as a window into the cosmic insignificance of humankind and the Pale Blue Dot it occupies. Instead, the film drifts aimlessly through a cold, lifeless expanse, winding its way past constellations of bright ideas and dim execution until winding up in a narrative black hole.

The film is a screed against the dangers of our pervasive online society … except it’s not. It’s a cautionary tale about the fragility of life, marriage and familial relations … except it’s not. It’s an insight into modern teen angst … except that’s been done to death in films immensely better than this. Essentially, Men, Women & Children is a message in search of a movie.

Set in Austin, Texas, the screenplay by Reitman and Erin Cressida Wilson, adapted from a novel by Chad Kultgen, follows a web of interconnected storylines involving troubled teenagers attending the same local high school and their equally dysfunctional parents. Interspersed throughout is Dogville-style narration by Emma Thompson as the voice of, I dunno, God? Mother Earth? V’Ger?

The film’s apparent aim is illuminating how the insidiousness of the Internet has eroded our families, interpersonal relationships and even our self-worth. But the most fundamental mistake Men, Women & Children makes is treating these foibles as though they didn’t exist before the Internet.

The film opens with Don and Helen Truby (Adam Sandler and Rosemarie DeWitt), whose martial spark was doused after they happened to be having sex the morning of 9/11 (uh, OK). Now, Don frequents porn websites so often his desktop computer is clogged with malware and he has to sneak off to the PC in the bedroom of his son Chris (Travis Tope). Yet, Chris is also so addicted to hardcore porn that he can’t get an erection from anything less, even an actual randy and willing cheerleader in his bed.

To sate their arid need for intimacy, Don starts plunking down $500 an hour for the services of a voluptuous hooker. Meanwhile, Helen heads over to AshleyMadision.com and ends up bedding a series of strangers, starting with an African-American played by Dennis Hayspert. See, because the Internet caused infidelity and—gasp—apparently miscegenation, too, judging by the copious and conspicuous closeups of Haysbert's hand caressing Helen.

Meanwhile, Tim Mooney (Ansel Elgort) is the star quarterback who leaves the high school football team after his mother leaves he and his dad Kent (Dean Norris) to hunt fame in California. How, Tim wiles away his free time playing Guild Wars online, and consequently Kent and Tim don’t talk much anymore because football was their common bond—because that’s a much healthier basis for a father-son relationship.

Kent starts dating Donna Clint (Judy Greer), a single mom who posts (and sells from the “private” page) semi-racy pics she snaps of her daughter Hannah (Olivia Crocicchia) and uploads to Hannah’s modeling/acting website. Hannah’s obsession with celebrity sounds obsessive and treacherous until you learn that her biological father is a Hollywood producer who knocked up Donna when she moved to California years ago in search of fame and ended up on the casting couch.

[Deep inhale …] Meanwhile, Tim befriends Brandy (Kaitlyn Dever), a loner who takes to Tim’s wounded, dark demeanor, and in no way his tall, athletic physique. Unfortunately, Patricia (Jennifer Garner), Brandy’s mommy dearest, keeps getting in the way of her daughter, along with everyone else in town with broadband access. Garner once again wears her countenance of pursed-lip petulance, except this time she also dons the dark-framed glasses of a tech-savvy school marm.

Patricia tracks Brandy’s online activity and computer keystrokes. She holds support group gatherings at her house where she scolds other parents on not “protecting” their children well enough. All because, well, teens never managed to get into trouble with other teens before the Web came along.

Finally there’s Allison (Elena Kampouris), another cheerleader and former fatty who began idolizing skinny online models and became bulimic over the summer in hopes of finally shagging the hunky footballer who never gives her the time of day. Because unreasonable and unhealthy body ideation is an Internet invention.

There’s little dispute that technology, particularly social media, have irrevocably altered the way we connect and relate with others. At its worst, the Internet serves as a faster and unfiltered portal for our appetites and addictions.

There are fleeting moments in Men, Women & Children that capture the effects of this societal shift. An overhead shot of a crowded school corridor shows every kid’s face buried in their smartphone, blind to everything around them except the social media screens Reitman superimposes like thought-bubbles above their heads. When Tim’s mom abruptly blocks him on Facebook, the tenor of her repudiation within our modern milieu seems to sting more than when she actually left her family. And when a misunderstood text leads to near-tragic consequences, it reminds us of the limited personal understanding actually afforded by our ubiquitous online connections.

But the film’s rapid, all-encompassing (and misogynistic, in the case of Don and Helen) resolutions belie its stance that our online ills are wide-reaching and intractable. Consequently, Men, Women & Children comes off as a moribund approximation of rambling Paul Haggis pap, and Reitman a codger howling at the evils conceived inside the Internets and its series of tubes.

August 23, 2012

The Odd Life of Timothy Green

Careful, those are my cousins you're tossing around

Grade: C –
Director: Peter Hedges
Starring: Jennifer Garner, Joel Edgerton, CJ Adams, Shohreh Aghdashloo, David Morse, Ron Livingston, Dianne Wiest and Common
MPAA Rating: PG
Running Time: 1 hr. 40 min.

The only thing odder than the life of Timothy Green is that its story didn’t sprout from the pages of children’s book. Indeed, I assumed it had before viewing this brainchild of Ahmet Zappa, turned into a Disney fantasy drama written and directed by N.C. School of the Arts alum Peter Hedges (About a Boy; Pieces of April).

As she did in Juno, Jennifer Garner again plays an infertile aspirant mother. But instead of employing the services of pregnant, wiseacre teen, Cindy Green (Garner) and her husband Jim (Joel Edgerton) write down their characteristics of the ideal son and literally plant them in the garden. One nocturnal downpour later and an 11-year-old boy named Timothy (CJ Adams) appears in their nursery, a sapling who calls them “Mom and Dad” and comes caked in mud and precociousness.

Oh, Timothy also has leaves growing from his legs, a strange plot turn since you not only have no idea why a boy forged from dirt and paper would retain foliage growing around his ankles, but their purpose—the difficulties in being different—is allayed by the fact that Cindy and Jim conceal Timothy’s phyllotaxis with tube socks.

The Odd Life of Timothy Green seeps buckets of sap, but its timidity is its real undoing. The fantastic foundation of the tale—told via flashbacks (for no reason) to the world’s worst adoption agents (Shohreh Aghdashloo and Michael Arden) is undercut by a noncreative plot involving Jim’s efforts to save the town’s venerable pencil factory and Timothy’s relationship with an introverted classmate (Odeya Rush) who gravitates to Timothy’s peculiar personality.

Throughout his time, Timothy melts frigid hearts and makes an old man laugh on his death bed. Yet, no one—especially Cindy and Jim’s family—questions where Timothy came from or how the couple apparently adopted a child so quietly and expeditiously. Instead, characters over-emote like students in a film school project, reciting or shouting dialogue that oscillates from inconsequential to nonsensical: “If this boy can have a leaf on his ankle, then we can make a pencil out of leaves,” proclaims Dianne Wiest, a long way from winning two Oscars.

Along the way, Jim confronts the resent he harbors towards his father (David Morse), who was “never there” even though he now shows up at every soccer game and family gathering. Meanwhile, Cindy wants her sister Brenda (Rosemarie DeWitt) to approve of her mothering skills, even though Brenda is an insecure, patronizing harridan not above embarrassing an 11-year-old in social settings.

The lessons in The Odd Life of Timothy Green remain as perplexing as the genesis of the titular triffid. It’s simplemindedness, not sentimentality, which prunes this parable.

Neil Morris