This seems like a good weekend to catch up on old releases, binge-watch TV shows on DVD, or read.
The prestige release is The 33 (55), which is the type of movie I hate to watch–based on a news event, the entrapment of 33 miners in Chile, it’s all about the triumph of the human spirit and all that shit and we know what happens anyway. Should have been made for TV. Did provide work for almost every prominent performer of Spanish heritage. Benjamin Mercer: “Stalled in management mode for much of its duration, Riggen’s film nonetheless has its solid elements, one of them being Banderas’ energetic lead performance.”
Labyrinth of Lies (62) is possible Best Foreign Language nominee. Set in Germany, it’s a courtoom drrama about a concentation camp guard. Stephanie Merry: “Labyrinth of Lies is an eye-opening story about the importance of seeking the truth — even when it’s complicated, ugly and buried beneath years of secrecy and deceit.”
DIane Keaton’s career seems to have completely devolved, which is a shame. Her latest flop is Love the Coopers (29), a horribly-reviewed family comedy about a reunion at Christmas. Haven’t we seen this movie a hundred times before? Robert Abele: “The celebrity soup that is Love the Coopers is, indeed, a mess, the kind in which the screenplay by Steven Rogers…is made more chaotic by Jessie Nelson’s tonally smeary direction.”
Another movie topic I hate, the athlete-with-a-disease, is My All American, (38) the true story of Freddie Steinmark, who is deemed to small to play but gets on the University of Texas team but then gets cancer. Wipe away those tears. Jeff Baker: “There is nothing visually or thematically interesting about it. Nobody grows or changes. All the football coaches speak through clinched teeth, even when they’re addressing 10-year-olds.”
For the horror fan there’s The Funhouse Massacre (NA), starring Robert Englund. It’s nice he made something of himself after Freddie Krueger