10 Cloverfield Lane: Mini-review


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John Goodman

John Goodman in a jovial mood

B+In a world in which every major new movie is picked apart by social media vultures months before it arrives in theaters, J.J. Abrams, producer of 10 Cloverfield Lane, surprised fans and critics alike when most in the industry learned of the movie’s existence a mere six weeks before its release. Even more surprising, the film manages to live up to its non-hype. 

For most of its running time, 10 Cloverfield Lane is a taut, claustrophobic suspense thriller featuring three people in a subterranean bunker designed as a survival shelter. Michelle (Mary Elizabeth Winstead) finds herself chained to a wall in the bunker when she wakes up after being injured in an auto accident. Howard (John Goodman) tells her he rescued her and that the outside world is uninhabitable as a result of a cataclysmic disaster. However, Howard is clearly disturbed, leading an increasingly desperate Michelle to plan an escape, with the help of Emmett (John Gallagher Jr.), who sayst that he helped Howard build the shelter and is now its third resident.

Like its pre-release marketing campaign, 10 Cloverfield Lane does an excellent job of keeping the audience guessing as a result of its selective presentation of information to both Michelle and the audience. At times, it seems that Howard is right and that something terrible has happened (especially when Michelle briefly glimpses a woman outside the shelter’s only window, pleading to be let in). At other times, however, Howard appears to be exactly the type of guy who would keep an attractive young woman locked up in an underground room with him for months. Abrams magnifies this uncertainty (and the pre-release buzz) by using the word “Cloverfield” in the film’s title, a reference to his 2008 monster thriller to which 10 Cloverfield Lane may—or may not—be related. The key to the current film’s success is Goodman’s tantalizingly ambiguous performance as Howard, a man whose nature repeatedly seems to change before Michelle’s eyes. When 10 Cloverfield Lane does get physical, first-time director Dan Trachtenberg takes full advantage of the cramped quarters to ramp up the suspense as Michelle, in her efforts to escape, tries to maneuver herself into spaces where the considerably larger Howard cannot go. Eventually, Michelle and the audience learn the truth in a finale that, although well made, can’t help being somewhat of a letdown. 10 Cloverfield Lane is not a letdown or a gimmick, despite its title and unusual marketing campaign. Instead, it’s one of the better thrillers that audiences are likely to see this year.
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Trumbo: Mini-review


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Bryan Cranston

Bryan Cranston could have used Dalton Trumbo’s help with this script.

BDalton Trumbo may have been the best screenwriter ever to work in Hollywood as well as one of the most controversial. His life and times certainly merit Hollywood treatment of their own. Surprisingly, however, the primary weakness of the slick new biopic Trumbo is its script, one that could have used a rewrite by the scribe himself.

The film focuses on the most chaotic period in the life of Trumbo (Bryan Cranston in his first major film starring role), from the late 1940’s until the early 60’s. When the House Un-American Activities Committee began to investigate supposed Communist influence in the film industry, he refused to give straight answers when called to testify and, as a result, went to jail for contempt. Once released, Trumbo was blacklisted and unable to produce scripts under his own names but kept busy writing under other people’s names for several years, winning two OscarsHis unofficial Hollywood banishment ended when he received onscreen credit for the scripts of Spartacus and Exodus

Trumbo was directed by Jay Roach whose career is a mixture of big screen silliness (Meet the Parents) and more prestigious HBO docudramas (Game Change). The movie actually plays like one of Roach’s HBO projects that got a theatrical release. The talented acting ensemble does a fine job, especially those playing well-known celebrities (Helen Mirren as Hedda Hopper, Michael Stuhlbarg as Edward G. Robinson, David James Elliott as John Wayne). However, Trumbo is essentially a series of often broadly played comic vignettes, such as John Goodman as a schlock producer using a baseball bat to threaten a studio hack who wants Trumbo fired. These bits usually work, and Bryan Cranston is excellent at glibly dispensing quotable one-liners. But the movie glosses over the more serious issues it raises. When a fellow writer (Louis C.K. in the scene below) asks just how Trumbo can square his supposed radical beliefs and his strongly capitalistic work ethic, neither he nor the movie ever adequately respond. Similarly, the toll that Trumbo’s hectic pace and subterfuge take on his family doesn’t get the attention it deserves. The most valuable service the movie provides is to give many in the audience an introduction to an era that remains an embarrassment to this day for Hollywood. Trumbo does so in a glib, entertaining manner, but it never manages to really probe very far beneath the glitzy Hollywood façade it depicts so well.
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Love the Coopers: Mini-review


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Ed Helms

Ed Helms adds to his string of mediocre comedies

CChristmas movies are like Christmas fruitcakes; most of them are stuffed with overly sweet contents that really have no business being in the same film or dessert. Love the Coopers is a prime example. Its dysfunctional family members seem drawn from about a dozen different sitcoms, many of them bad, but the audience knows right away that the Christmas spirit will eventually solve all their problems.

For starters, Charlotte (Diane Keaton) and Sam (John Goodman) Cooper, who are hosting their annual Christmas Eve dinner, plan to tell their family they are divorcing after forty years of marriage. Son Hank (Ed Helms) can’t tell his family he’s out of work, and daughter Eleanor (Olivia Wilde) is so desperate to avoid confronting her folks that she asks a soldier (Jake Lacy) she meets at the airport to pose as her boyfriend. At least, they’re at the dinner; Charlotte’s sister Emma (Marisa Tomei) has been arrested for shoplifting and might spend the night in the slammer.

As in most films with multiple storylines, some of the subplots in Love the Coopers are better than others. Olivia Wilde does an excellent job in limited screen time of creating a believable, albeit confused, character, and the dialogue in her scenes with Jake Lacy sparkles. I could have easily watched an entire movie about the two of them. In addition, Charlotte’s father Bucky (Alan Arkin) has an unusual, hard-to-pin-down friendship with a much younger waitress (Amanda Seyfried) at the diner the retired teacher frequents. The relationship intriguingly wavers between physical longing and a substitute father/daughter bond. Their scenes provide what little real drama Love the Coopers has. Unfortunately, the film devotes the largest amount of screen time to the completely unbelievable friction between Charlotte and Sam. Their pending breakup results from the type of argument that exists only in movies as a plot device to enable a happy reconciliation. That’s not the only manufactured conflict in Coopers; by 2015, parents unwilling to admit they’re out of work is an equally tiresome device. Add to that bouts of PG-13 profanity and inappropriate flatulence from children and old people, and the enjoyable parts of Love the Coopers become hard to find. Fortunately, this movie has opened in early November, so it’s unlikely to be in theaters at a time when it can spoil a real family’s Christmas. at the movies 
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