Cindy Prascik's Reviews of Last Night in Soho & tick...tick...BOOM!

My dearest reader(s), Last weekend I had the opportunity to catch up with two hot titles: Last Night in Soho and tick...tick...BOOM!

Spoiler level here will be mild, nothing you wouldn't know from the trailers.

First up: Edgar Wright's psychedelic fever dream Last Night in Soho.

An aspiring fashion designer is transported nightly to the London of the 1960s, but it isn't always the wonderful time she'd imagined.

Full and fair disclosure: Edgar Wright is my favorite director, in my eyes, a person whose artistic vision is 20/20 at all times. I honestly hoped to see Last Night in Soho at the cinema, but circumstances didn't allow, so I rented it when it became available for streaming last week. I don't think this is a movie that suffered for my having seen it on my pretty-big TV instead of a really-big movie screen, but be armed with the knowledge when considering my opinion.

While the idea of someone accidentally landing in another era is hardly unique, Last Night in Soho skips the Life on Mars routine; our heroine is as much observer as participant on her nightly trips. When the misdeeds of decades previous start to haunt her present-day, the movie begins to feel more like a standard thriller. It's not particularly difficult to figure out it's heading, but Last Night in Soho is a good story, well told, and it doesn't waste time. Wright's typical expertise in use and placement of music is in full effect, and the makeup and costumes are gorgeous. The movie is violent at times, but most effects are creepy and sinister, rather than gory; overall, a victory for anyone who thinks horror should be more than a gross-out.

Last Night in Soho clocks in at 116 minutes and is rated R for "bloody violence, sexual content, language, brief drug material, and brief graphic nudity."

Last Night in Soho is a stylish, well-paced thriller that's well worth the price of admission (or rental). Regular reader(s) will know that my rating scale is based on nine Weasleys, but I'm forced to give Last Night in Soho nine and a half: seven and a half for the movie, plus two bonus Weasleys for having two *actual* Weasleys (James and Oliver Phelps) in the cast. Fangirl Points for the twins, as well. Bonus points all 'round!

Last Night in Soho is still playing in cinemas worldwide, and is now available for rental via Amazon and other outlets.

Next on my weekend agenda was tick...tick...BOOM!, based on Jonathan Larson's semi-autobiographical musical of the same name.

A composer tackles life's ups and downs as he faces off with his impending 30th birthday.

Okay, more full and fair disclosure: No disrespect to Jonathan Larsen, but I barely tolerate Rent. I love theatre, and I respect Rent for all it is to so many people, but I like exactly one character (Collins) and two songs (Santa Fe and What You Own). It's basically a hipster's Wicked. Pretty much everything that irritates me about Rent is, predictably, prevalent in tick...tick...BOOM!, so it's fair to say I found it something of a slog.

Having said that, if you're looking for positives, there's Andrew Garfield, a magnificent performer who never fails to elevate any project lucky enough to have him. AGarf's tour de force performance is probably the only thing that kept me from turning off the movie before the halfway point. (He's the best Spider-Man as well. I shall hear no argument.) Also fun is a cool number that features so many Broadway legends (oh hai, Brian Stokes-Mitchell!) that you couldn't throw a rock without hitting one. (But please don't throw rocks at Broadway stars. Or at anyone.) Otherwise, tick...tick...BOOM! is a collection of mediocre songs sung by people being wayyyyyyy too dramatic about pretty much everything. If you love Rent, you'll probably love it. I do not and I did not.

tick...tick...BOOM! runs an almost insufferable 115 minutes and is rated PG13 for "some strong language, some suggestive material, and drug references."

tick...tick...BOOM! is worth watching, if only for another incredible performance by Andrew Garfield and a lively game of "Spot the Broadway Star." Of a possible nine Weasleys, tick...tick...BOOM! gets three.

tick...tick...BOOM! is now streaming on Netflix.

Until next time...

Cindy Prascik's Reviews of Vice & Mary Poppins Returns

Dearest Blog: Yesterday I made my last trip of 2018 to Marquee Cinemas for a final holiday catch-up double-header.

On the docket: Vice and Mary Poppins Returns. Spoiler level here will be mild, nothing you wouldn't know from the trailers.

First up: Vice. A look at the personal life and political rise of former Vice-President Dick Cheney.

Vice is a tough film to get through, but I need to call out the positives, because the movie's difficulties do not lie with the quality of the filmmaking. Vice's primary draw is the caliber of its cast. Much has been made of Christian Bale's physical transformation for this role, but frankly we've seen enough of that from Bale in the past that it loses a bit of its impact. More impressive is the ability of such familiar actors to disappear so thoroughly into equally-well-known political figures. Hair and makeup offer valuable assists, but it's the performers' skills that convince our eyes we're looking at George Bush when we can see Sam Rockwell's face. Amy Adams gives a particularly terrific turn as Cheney's wife Lynne, but, again, it's something Adams does so often that it's easy to take it for granted. Actual news footage is cut with the film to illustrate the impact of Cheney's influence and decisions. Flashbacks--not generally a favorite of mine--are smartly used to emphasize the ex-Veep's path to power. Vice is a very clever, very, very well-done movie...and I would never, ever watch it again. I actually walked out in the middle to got some popcorn, because I was so uncomfortable I couldn't stand it. (Spoiler alert: I didn't even want popcorn.) News footage of atrocities both against and by the United States is impossible to watch without feeling sick. Behind-the-scenes machinations are appalling, even if only half are true. Vice is, quite simply, a sobering tale of the worst of us.

Vice clocks in at 132 minutes and is rated R for "language and some violent images."

Vice is a very good movie about some very bad people; it's exhausting but imperative viewing.

Of a possible nine Weasleys, Vice gets seven and a half. Fangirl points: Justin Kirk! And...it's awards season so you know what that means: Shea Whigham all 'round!!

Next on my agenda, a welcome change of mood with Mary Poppins Returns.

The Banks family again finds itself in need of a magical nanny's particular talents. Mary Poppins Returns is one of those movies that probably works as well as it does thanks to being released into the warm and fuzzy holiday season. That's not to say it isn't a good movie--I think it is--but its success will definitely be aided and abetted by Christmas cheer and maybe some spiked eggnog. There's an all-new soundtrack to enjoy, but familiar musical cues never miss an opportunity to remind the viewer: You already love this! I, personally, found the songs a bit La La Land-blah, but the production of the musical numbers is extraordinary and the choreography is exquisite. Emily Blunt is a delight as Mary Poppins, a role she seems to have been born to play. Lin-Manuel Miranda infuses every second of his screen time with a joy that runs through him like his very blood, and Ben Whishaw does his usual superb work as a grown-up Michael Banks. Kid actors can be a crapshoot, but Pixie Davies, Nathanael Saleh, and Joel Dawson aren't too annoying. In supporting roles, Julie Walters, Colin Firth, and Meryl Streep are great if underused, though Streep still manages to steal the show. Mary Poppins returns is filled with striking scenery, beautiful costumes, and eye-popping colors, and it sticks firmly to its old-school musical roots. While there's no mistaking the movie's overall good vibe, it also stresses the importance of each of us--young and old--doing what we can to bring our own positivity to every situation.

Mary Poppins Returns runs 130 minutes and is rated PG for "some mild thematic elements and brief action."

Mary Poppins Returns is a breezy bit of holiday cheer that should be a staple for years to come.

Of a possible nine Weasleys, Mary Poppins Returns gets eight.

Fangirl points: Well, not naming names, but as soon as I heard the Coachman's voice, I kept waiting for him to say, "Have you tried turning it off and back on again?"

So...it's almost 2019, when am I getting a Cats trailer??

Cindy Prascik's Reviews of Moana & Allied

Dearest Blog: Yesterday it was off to Marquee Cinemas for the promising double-bill of Disney's Moana and Allied. 

 

Spoiler level here will be mild, nothing you wouldn't know from the trailers. First on my agenda: Moana. A young future chief must travel far from the safety of her island to restore it to health and prosperity.

 

 Dear reader(s): I've got one word to describe Moana, and it is "WOW!" I mean, you know I've got a bunch more words than that, but...WOW. Moana is a beautiful telling of a beautiful story. The art and animation are incredible: majestic scenery, spectacular colors, realistic movement and mannerisms. 

 

A spirited score by Mark Mancina is complimented by lively original tunes from Lin-Manuel Miranda and Opetaia Foa'i. Thanks to filmmakers' detailed attention to the culture and lore of the Pacific islands, the movie boasts a unique and authentic feel, and Moana is a true heroine for our times: smart, strong, and resourceful. 

 

She does not sit around waiting for a handsome prince to turn up with her shoe, but she does learn to accept advice and assistance when she should. Newcomer Auli'i Cravalho turns in an earnest, endearing performance as Moana, and, as the demi-god Maui, an animated Dwayne "The Rock" Johnson is equally as charming as the real thing. 

Moana is, quite simply, a delight from start to finish. Disney's Moana runs 103 minutes, which includes a depressing little short entitled "Inner Workings." (If you aren't picky about your seat, show up late and avoid that one.) Moana is rated PG for "Peril, some scary images, and brief thematic elements." Moana is perfect. 

 

Of a possible nine Weasleys, Moana gets nine. 

 

Next up: Allied. Espionage and romance with a pair of WWII spies who fall in love and marry in war-torn 1940s Europe. Allied is a suspenseful slow-burner with plenty of twists to keep you guessing. 

 

Marion Cotillard is perfect as a member of the French resistance accused of being a double agent. Her understated performance is sincere and never gives away the is-she-or-isn't-she mystery. Brad Pitt is wooden, as Brad Pitt tends to be, but the movie smartly elects to focus a LOT on his perfect face, as well as him looking dashing in nifty suits, his military uniform, and an Archer-esque black turtleneck. 

 

Wise move there, movie. The suspenseful story is deliberately paced, but never so slow it risks losing your attention. War movies are always unsettling, but Allied mostly lacks the explicit violence and gore common in such films. 

 

Finally, there may come a day when I won't happily pay $7.50 to hear Benny Goodman's Sing Sing Sing in glorious surround-sound, but it is not this day. 

 

Allied clocks in at 124 minutes and is rated R for "violence, some sexuality/nudity, language, and brief drug use." While it isn't likely to bring home the bacon this awards season, Allied is a tense thriller that's well worth your movie dollar. 

 

Of a possible nine Weasleys, Allied gets seven. 

Fangirl Points (so many Fangirl Points!): Anton Lesser! Matthew Goode! Lizzy Caplan! Simon McBurney! Jared Harris! Until next time...