Director: Vera Drew
Writers: Vera Drew, Bri LeRose
Stars: Vera Drew, Griffin Kramer, Lynn Downey

Synopsis: An aspiring clown grappling with her gender identity combats a fascistic caped crusader.

Vera Drew’s scathing, viscerally original The People’s Joker begins as it must: With a disclaimer. Even before the bulk of the necessary studio cards appear, Drew wants (er, has) to make it clear that the film you are about to see is, if nothing else, a parody, one that is “completely unauthorized by DC Comics, Warner Bros. Discovery, or anyone else claiming ownership of the characters and subjects that it parodies and references.” She cites the United States Copyright Act of 1976, fair use, and credits her team. Not that any of that would stop the aforementioned brass to try landing a few punches before it made its way into the world in its current form.

That it even exists in the real world today is something of a miracle, given how hard David Zaslav and co. worked to make sure it was locked away in cinematic Arkham forever. After being scheduled to premiere at the Toronto International Film Festival in 2022, the film was abruptly pulled from the program, with TIFF’s website stating, “The filmmaker has withdrawn this film due to rights issues.” While Drew has since made it clear that Warner Bros. Discovery did not technically send her a cease-and-desist letter… let’s just say, if it sounds like Christian Bale and it responds to the Bat signal, it’s probably Batman. 

After a litany of negotiations between the involved legal teams, it was agreed upon that The People’s Joker could, in fact, premiere at TIFF, but for a sole midnight screening before being shuttered off to the edit bay before future audiences could feast their eyes on the lampoon that releases in theaters on Friday. But if there were any preconceived concerns about this cut being a sanitized version of Drew’s dream satire, feel free to leave them at the door. Somehow, some way, this thing is more alive than any DC Studios product can dream of being, with a whole lot more heart behind it, too. Whether they like it or not, odds are viewers will appreciate The People’s Joker enough to make up for the derision of every lawyer WB has ever deployed against passion projects of this sort combined. (And there are very few, for obvious reasons.)

The origin story of Batman’s longtime nemesis being reframed as a tale of trans identity might not be your first approach were you making a parody of the Joker, but then again, you’re not Vera Drew. This tale is wholly her’s, not a multiversal version of Arthur Fleck’s villainous turn, but a unique, artfully-rendered way for Drew to detail her own coming of age in a world where trans artists still fight  (and often fail, better read as “are silenced”) to get their proper due. Much of The People’s Joker has DIY greenscreens as backdrops, fitting for a film that was fully funded and designed through crowdsourcing efforts. 100-plus artists and animators contributed their work to the film, helping Drew rebuild Gotham City through a wholly dystopian, satirical lens.

That means that, while their names may seem recognizable, plenty of altered Batman adversaries do make their way into the final cut. There’s Ra’s Al Ghul (David Liebe Hart), this particular Joker’s hero and comedic inspiration, though unlike the character Liam Neeson played in Christopher Nolan’s Dark Knight movies, this one is pronounced “raish”. His late-night appearances on an SNL-style comedy show — which featured Lorne Michaels in all but face and voice — taught the Joker that “it didn’t matter that [she] was a shitty, miserable person; [she] just needed to become a comedian, because comedians are shitty, miserable people.” Mr. Freeze (Scott Aukerman), The Riddler (Trevor Drinkwater), and The Penguin (Nathan Faustyn) all feature somewhat-prominently as fellow aspiring comedians that the Joker dubs her chosen family (because every queer coming-of-age film needs one of those). Even Batman (Phil Braun) shows up, though in this rendition on the Caped Crusader’s story, he’s an abusive, closeted gay man with far-right politics. 

Everything about Drew’s film screams singularity, but that’s not to say it doesn’t recall identifiable observations that viewers of all walks of life can latch onto. In addition to these reimagined characters, the Joker — whose deadname is bleeped throughout the film — notes that her sexual awakening occurred when watching the Batman films of yore starring Val Kilmer and George Clooney, with a particular focus on the prominence of their nipples popping through their Batsuits. 

These details, coupled with a scarily-spot-on comedic sensibility, elevate Drew’s film from what could easily be viewed as a patchwork pastiche from an obvious fan of DC lore to a biting critique of societal expectations told by way of recognizable cultural entities. Its artistic choices and style, which border on amateurish greenscreen animation, shouldn’t be seen as detractive eyesores; the exact opposite is the point, and it’s delivered with such confidence that it’s impossible to look away.

Despite its personal undertones and its undying courage, The People’s Joker is decidedly littered with home-run swings that result in massive whiffs. You may cringe at the incessantly bombed jokes and its janky tonality. As a narrative work, it doesn’t quite pass the smell test. And it’s often too reliant on well-documented incel tropes, veering dangerously toward a dark tunnel that would entrap a lesser work of mockery in a world occupied by Twitter troll’s first stand-up specials. 

Yet the beautiful thing about this movie’s lasting imprint is that it’s intended not to be one of comic-book-level significance, but of a film that foregrounds its message and its existence, almost in equal measure. I implore you to find me a film that dares to throw as many jabs as this one — celebrities abound, from John Lasseter to RuPaul, get caught in its crossfire — while simultaneously managing to imbue itself with as much of its filmmaker’s soul as this does. “Why so serious?”, indeed.

Grade: B+

Director: Alex Pillai
Writers: Alexander J. Farrell, Greer Ellison
Stars: Charithra Chandran, Sebastian Croft, Tanner Buchanan

Synopsis: Follows a pair of childhood friends: Amelia and Archie. Archie has always kept his love for her a secret, but just as he builds up the courage to declare his feelings, Amelia falls for Billy Walsh, the new transfer student.

The new Prime Video romantic comedy How to Date Billy Walsh is amiable enough—even affable. However, the problem with director Alex Pillai’s (Chilling Adventures of Sabrina) film is that it never separates itself from the countless entries in the young adult genre. The film lacks the sense of the characters’ lives continuing beyond the movie’s end, nor does it provide a satisfying enough conclusion to cater to its audience.

Which, frankly, makes me think, “You had one job!” I imagine Digman would tell the director, “I’m the guy who does his job. You must be the other guy.” Hey, if anything, I’ve learned that when you have a chance to work on a quote from The Departed, you take it.

How to Date Billy Walsh follows the story of two lifelong childhood friends, Amelia (Alex Rider’s Charithra Chandran) and Archie (Heartstopper’s Sebastian Croft). Amelia has been the apple of Archie’s eye for quite some time, but he has difficulty declaring his feelings for her. Despite numerous awkward moments, it’s hard to believe Amelia has no clue. As an adolescent, right before he was going to confess his love, Archie panics and tells Amelia that he is gay, which may explain her obliviousness.

Much of the script focuses on Amelia’s tragic backstory. She lost her mom to cancer at a young age and is being raised by her father (The Big Bang Theory’s Kunal Nayyar), who is seeing a new woman. Amelia struggles to give her a chance, haunted by her mother’s advice to find happiness and pursue it. That’s when Billy Walsh (Max Winslow and the House of Secrets’s Tanner Buchanan) enters her life.

Billy is a classic cliche in the YA movie genre, with flowing hair and a leather jacket, strutting into her new school as the new transfer. Of course, subverting a trope becomes a cliche in itself. He’s a loner, but kind and always carries a book in his pocket to read at a moment’s notice. (Billy is essentially Jess Mariano without the attitude and excessive hair product.) Naturally, Amelia, like every other girl in life, is taken with him.

The script from Greer Ellison (Butterfly Kisses) and Alexander J. Farrell (Refugee) borrows a storytelling device from Cyrano de Bergerac. Archie pretends to be a love guru but disguises himself using an aging app. His advice to Amelia backfires, leading to mishaps like darkening her eyebrows or dressing like a Catholic schoolgirl before being rescued by a car smaller than a grocery cart.

The script needs a more balanced tone, which the director is responsible for not rectifying. There are some weird, out-of-place musical numbers, and physical comedy gags that raise eyebrows. For instance, in a song, an underage student smacks the rear end of an older adult teacher, making the juxtaposition uncomfortable and certainly not funny. The subplot of Croft’s Archie advising Chandran’s Amelie is cheesy and abandoned too quickly, which would have given the comedy more structure, which it desperately needs.

While the film struggles with its love triangle, I found the father-and-daughter relationship between Nayyar and Chandran sweet, with notes of melancholy. The movie would have benefited greatly by making Amelie the central character, with Billy and Archie moving to the background while exploring Amelie’s trauma of childhood abandonment and grief. 

This adjustment would connect with her inability to show interest in healthier relationships and give the narrative greater depth. That includes looking at the film through a specific cultural lens, which would be far more interesting. How to Date Billy Walsh had no chance of reinventing the wheel but failed to complete its ordinary YA structure, which it strives for. Pillai’s film is too schizophrenic when it comes to its story, tone, and themes because of its lack of coherence and consistency.

And that’s a shame because this nice young cast does everything they can with the material provided for them. 

Grade: C-

Director: Zarrar Kahn
Writers: Zarrar Kahn
Stars: Ramesha Nawal, Omar Javaid, Bakhtawar Mazhar

Synopsis: After the death of the family patriarch, a mother and daughter’s precarious existence is ripped apart. They must find strength in each other if they are to survive the malevolent forces that threaten to engulf them.

In Flames, the latest feature from Zarrah Kahn, was the first Pakistani film to appear in Director’s Fortnight at Cannes and was Pakistan’s entry to Best International Film at the Oscars, so it is fair to say that it has attracted quite a bit of attention internationally. The Buzz is justified. 

Mariam is a young woman with a lot to deal with. When we first meet her and her family, they are saying goodbye to her recently deceased Grandfather. We later learn that in recent years, her Grandfather has been supporting her family ever since the death of her Father. With no stabilizing male figure in their lives, the family is thrown into a precarious financial and living situation. At the same time, Mariam meets and falls in love with Asad, a fellow medical student, who sweeps her off her feet. Sadly, their relationship takes an unexpected turn. As her life becomes more and more complicated, Mariam starts experiencing more and more strange phenomena, is she losing her mind? Or is something more sinister going on? 

The film takes its time before ramping up the tension, which is no bad thing. Khan seems happy to ease the audience into this world using gorgeous establishing shots and an almost documentary-like style to immerse you in the lives of its characters; you get a real sense of these people and their lives. They feel like real people with relatable concerns about normal things like paying the bills, saying goodbye to an important family figure and dealing with complicated family relationships, all whilst juggling school and everyday life. There is even a sequence early on that almost plays like a gentle romantic comedy, the effect of which is devastating later. The film goes to such lengths to ground itself in reality so that when the plot demands that paranormal things start to happen, it’s earned. 

On the surface, the story requires the sort of ritual to stop the living from being tormented by the dead that horror fans will likely recognize well, but below the genre conventions, In Flames deals with hefty themes like misogyny and mental health. It is no coincidence, for example, that our protagonist and her Mother are constantly vulnerable to the whims of the men in their lives, men whose intentions are not always pure and whose motives are often dishonorable. Whether the behavior of these men is a byproduct of a curse seems irrelevant when the impact of their actions is something with real consequences. 

As Mariam’s and her family’s situation deteriorates, these threats appear to multiply in number, which correlates with an acceleration in the visions that torment her. Is what she is experiencing real? Or is it an understandable consequence of the trauma and grief that she must be feeling from the tragedy and stress of their situation?

By the time In Flames answers that question definitively, it doesn’t make all that much difference to how you experience the film, you already know how you feel and you wish nothing but the best for Mariam and her family. A sure sign that a filmmaker has done their job well. 

Special praise should be reserved for Ramesha Nawal, as Mariam. She plays the role of a dutiful daughter and sister with ambitions to make it as a doctor beautifully. Her gradual disintegration as her situation and mental health deteriorate is perfectly performed. It would be all too easy in a role like this to overplay the psychological thriller part of the story, descending into a recognizable and overwrought madness. Nawal never does that and it is to her and her director’s immense credit. 

In Flames brings a lightness of touch to a psychological thriller that compels you to root for its characters, not because they are heroic, or because they do something remarkable to save themselves, but because they are simple, vulnerable people with enough on their plate already. They could be any of us. Their struggle is universal and relatable; and something that audiences of all types can identify with. In Flames will likely be a small release outside of Pakistan but I do hope that it finds a wider audience. It deserves to.

Grade: B+

Director: Dev Patel
Writers: Paul Angunawela, John Collee, Dev Patel
Stars: Dev Patel, Sharlto Copley, Pitobash

Synopsis: In order to prevent a deadly explosion, an illicit crack team has 24 hours to drive two truckloads of nitroglycerine across a desert laden with danger.

Monkey Man, Dev Patel’s directorial debut, straight rips and f*cks, grabs you by the throat and simply won’t let go. It is a revenge-fueled, vengeful thriller through Mumbai’s gritty and sweaty streets and the unseemly acts of the rich and powerful that go on high up in towers and shadowy smoke-filled rooms. 

However, a haunting element to Patel’s Monkey Man draws the audience in. This is not just an action film that should be labeled John Wick in Mumbai, but a thriller for the freaks, the downtrodden, Dalits, slumdogs, hustlers, prostitutes, and the religiously oppressed fighting against a system that is stacked against them. 

The story follows “Kid” (Patel), a fighter who goes by the moniker “Monkey Man.” He is an underground fighter who throws fights for the club’s owner, Tiger (District 9’s Sharito Copley). Fight after fight. He lets a wide array of freaks and geeks beat him to a bloody pulp for little money and always about half of what he agreed upon. 

Knowing he needs a steady and good-paying job, he sets up a con, stealing the purse of a wealthy hotel manager, Queenie (Ashwini Kalsekar). He arranges a return but refuses the few bills Queenie offers as a reward and makes his play. He asks for a job, proudly proclaiming his grunt-filled resume, doing any job that no one else wants. Or is there another plan? An eagle-eyed viewer will notice Patel’s ever-so-subtle use of the surroundings; blink, and you’ll miss it. 

When Alphonso (Million Dollar Arm’s Pitobash), who is basically Queenie’s VIP hotel concierge, and whom she coldly refers to as “Inbred Goat Fucker” (now there’s a sequel spinoff I’d sign off for), asks his name, he tells Alphonso “Bobby,” which is written on the can of bleach in front of him. Bobby positions himself next to Alphonso, wanting a job serving VIPs. Of course, after the fighter buys a gun, we begin to wonder what his goals are and the endgame.

Monkey Man is Dev Patel’s first feature film behind the camera, and his directorial debut is a bloody, bone-crunching anarchy. The Slumdog Millionaire and Lion star also wrote the script. Patel is on record, wanting to create an action-filled narrative with more significant meaning. At the same time, many may view his Monkey Man as a typical revenge thriller. Frankly, you can’t argue that point since it’s a classic genre popular in film (Nobody) and television (Reacher) today. 

Nevertheless, Patel has a real eye for stylized action, pace, and tone for a first-time filmmaker behind the camera that is jaw-dropping. (You’ll also notice a few nods to his previous movies in his filmography.) Monkey Man also shows the genre through the lens of fighting back against a caste system of oppression that supposedly has been eradicated, but the invisible lines of oppression remain. 

This is where Patel and his film separates himself from your typical Hollywood thriller. Patel’s film explores subtle themes of nonconformity, resistance, community, and, ultimately, solidarity. The freshman filmmakers aren’t afraid to examine shadowy figures involved in murder, illicit drugs, sex trafficking, and the trauma of forced displacement with the backdrop of the Diwali festival, which celebrates the “victory of light over darkness, good over evil, and knowledge over ignorance.”

Yet, while the additional depth and subtext are appreciated, Patel’s Monkey Man, make no mistake, is a rip-roaring, hair-raising, and invigorating action film. The movie has three great action sequences that build throughout and reverberate throughout the picture. You can see some similarities and influences between Monkey Man and other revenge thrillers. I will call them an homage rather than downright stealing (John Wick franchise, Kill Bill), but the setting and perspective give the genre a fresh coat of paint that makes it new again. 

Monkey Man is a triumph. Dev Patel announces himself as a new action star and a filmmaker to watch in the future. Breathless, bold, and blunt, his film doesn’t, well, monkey around. In a world where good versus evil usually means abuse of money and power, Monkey Man knows the only currency that matters is haunting memories. 

And the Kid/Monkey Man/Bobby is carrying receipts that need to be cashed in.

Grade: A-

Director: Louise Woehrle

Synopsis: Jimmie and De, former classmates in Charlotte in the 1960s, connect decades later after a shocking discovery compels them to face how the legacy of slavery in America links the two men in unforeseen ways.

If there was one thing you could always count on when it came to ESPN’s “30 for 30” documentary series, it was an acute sense of nostalgia. Most of the stories on which each film focused were relatively well-known quantities, from Jordan Rides the Bus — a look back at Michael Jordan’s short-lived baseball career and the dramatics that preceded it — to The Fab Five — a reexamination of the University of Michigan’s 1991 basketball recruiting class, which featured Chris Webber, Jalen Rose, and Juwan Howard. Occasionally, these documentaries dove beneath the surface of old game footage; episodes like Unguarded, the story of Chris Herren, a former basketball prodigy whose career was derailed by drug and alcohol abuse, uncovered lesser known stories about athletes and teams we may have heard from had their journeys unfolded differently.

But those aforementioned undertones of nostalgia and a keen desire to redeliver sports fans to the glory days were what really drove the Worldwide Leader’s success when it came to “30 for 30”. That’s just a small part of what makes a documentary like Louise Woehrle’s A Binding Truth so refreshing: As by-the-numbers as it is in format, it tells a sports story that is truly unknown, but only in a precursory  sense. After an introduction to its main players through that lens, it uncovers something deeper and wholly heartbreaking, and places an emphasis on how the undisclosed darkness of the past can be atoned for in the future.

Jimmie Lee Kirkpatrick was called “the next Jim Brown” when he was in high school, a star running back in North Carolina who made waves when he left Second Ward High, a public school for African Americans, to enroll at Myers Park High, a predominantly white school in Charlotte. In the decades since his career ended, he has been honored and awarded for his trailblazing accomplishments, but during his playing days, he faced harsh resentment and racism due solely to his presence on Myers Park’s team. Early on in the film, we see Jimmie and his sister, Nancy, listening to recordings of their mother being interviewed by a Charlotte historian, and discussing how she and Jimmie’s father felt about his decision to leave Second Ward for Myers Park. “In this world, if there’s an opportunity offered [to] you,” she recalls in the recording, “It’s time to move up.”

That’s the general gist of the documentary’s first chapter, and it’s easy to imagine a film that would stop digging there; to tell a story of integration through the eyes of a former football star and the few other Black students that roamed the halls during his time in school. And while it does dedicate a fair bit of time to those before times, it’s in the film’s introduction of De Kirkpatrick, an old schoolmate of Jimmie’s at Myers Park, where its soul truly lies. The two boys would pass each other in the hallways and jokingly say, “Hey, cuz,” due to their last name, not paying any mind to a potential connection beyond a matter of coincidence. As Jimmie fought the state of North Carolina’s decision to seclude him from the Shrine Bowl — an All-Star showcase for high school football players in which Jimmie would have been the game’s first-ever Black athlete — De watched his classmate’s courage in awe, eventually writing about it in his college essay application to Harvard. 

Decades later, after taking a liking to a three-part series in the Charlotte Observer about Jimmie’s post-Myers Park football career and life that followed, De reached out to the journalists in hopes of reaching Jimmie. When they connected, Jimmie asked De what the “H” in his full name — H.D. Kirkpatrick — stood for, to which De replied, “Hugh.” Jimmie proceeded to tell De that he knew a great deal about De’s family; that his great-great-grandfather, after whom De is named, owned Jimmie’s great-great-grandfather, revealing to De his family’s history of slaveholding. “It’s like the floor fell open,” De says as a new title, “Hugh ‘De’ Kirkpatrick” dissolves onto the screen beside him, “And I slid down into the past.”

What De describes next as a siren calling him into the history of his family and of slavery is what really sets the film in motion, primarily because it’s what sets these two men on a tandem journey of research and self-discovery. Woehrle charts both men’s individual lives and the way their respective histories brought them together by letting Jimmie and De do most, if not all of the talking. Not once, by my count, does she jump in with a question intended to draw out emotion; she lets their shared journey unfold as authentically as it may have in reality. 

It’s as admirable as it is heavy, how these two men have optioned their connection into teaching opportunities, educating the public on race relations and America’s history have paved the way for a different future. The inclusion of scenes featuring Jimmie and De giving speeches in recreation centers and high schools is actually an interesting comment on what the typical documentary sets out to do, given how A Binding Truth’s substance makes it an exception to the rule. 

At no point does Woehrle’s film reinvent the wheel; it’s littered with still photographs and on-screen texts acting as exposition and filling in gaps the on-cam interviews — another documentary-ism — don’t elucidate. But it’s not the type of documentary that needs to go to overly dramatic lengths in order to tell its story, nor should it. It’s academic but not cold or distant; its intimacy, and the intimate bond its main subjects have formed through their shared familial history, is a beautiful calling card, however complicated their paths to one another may have been. They now walk stride-in-stride on one united path together; to watch that unfold is reason enough for A Binding Truth to be worthy of your time.

Grade: B

Director: Julien Leclerq
Writers: Georges Arnaud, Hamid Hilioua, Julien Leclerq
Stars: Franck Gastambide, Alban Lenoir, Sofiane Zermani

Synopsis: In order to prevent a deadly explosion, an illicit crack team has 24 hours to drive two truckloads of nitroglycerine across a desert laden with danger.

Has there ever been a modern remake as misguided as Julien Leclercq’s readaptation of Georges Arnaud’s The Wages of Fear (Le salaire de la peur)? The question begs to be asked because there’s nothing retained from Arnaud’s text and Henri Georges-Clouzot’s 1954 adaptation, apart from the nitroglycerin of it all. Of course, some will say pitting a remake against its original source material is unfair, especially when the sociopolitical context is different, and filmmaking techniques have evolved. They may be right: holding the original to such a pedestal can, at times, draw unfair critiques between a modern, fresher take on the source material when pitted against the classic. 

But when the film was already reinterpreted for an American audience through William Friedkin’s Sorcerer, questions of Julien Leclercq’s latest take on the book (and, by extension, film adaptations) are raised, especially when the entire film looks and feels like it wants to be a Fast & Furious knockoff instead. The movie even begins with a massive car chase in the desert as we get introduced to Fred (Franck Gastambide) carrying a supply of life-saving vaccines to a small village for Dr. Clara (Ana Girardot). The two are romantically involved but are working to bring medical supplies to an unnamed village while terrorist groups attempt to kill them in their journey toward the village. 

The action is shot and staged with the energy of a Justin Lin-directed F&F film as if Leclercq used these movies as the primary point of reference instead of looking at what Georges-Clouzot and Friedkin brought to the table to reinterpret the material. Credit where credit is due: at least the action sequences are competently shot and staged, bringing some form of energy to an otherwise monotonously dull picture. The film’s best sequence involves Fred and his brother, Alex (Alban Lenoir), as they attempt to defuse mines (by sandwalking), with Fred ultimately stepping on a large anti-tank mine. The tension is palpable, and it’s the only time in which the movie feels like it has any connection with The Wages of Fear. 

The rest of the film is all over the place – after its odd F&F beginnings, it moves to then flashback to a James Bond-esque spy thriller where we learn more about Fred’s past as a bodyguard, with a (predictable) mission going wrong, which leads Alex to be imprisoned. Following this, an unnamed (shady) company reaches out to Fred and promises freedom for Alex if he helps them on the transportation of nitroglycerin from an NGO outpost to the village, where an oil well is about to explode and destroy everything in its sight. The only way to prevent cataclysmic destruction is to use nitroglycerin, a terribly unstable substance that can topple anything in its distance if not handled properly. 

Of course, the mission doesn’t go as smoothly as the company says it will, with terrorists on their tail and an unstable, unpredictable route making it difficult to control the nitroglycerin inside the trucks. The route is what mainly makes Clouzot’s The Wages of Fear and – by extension – Sorcerer such riveting pieces of anxiety-inducing cinema, but it’s the relationship between the main characters that ultimately gains your investment in those pictures. In Leclercq’s version, the relationship between the main characters is so thinly developed that Leclercq’s (and co-writer Hamid Hlioua’s) attempts to give each protagonist some form of humanity by recycling the most egregious clichés. 

Every character arc is seen a mile away, from the unbrotherly love shown by Alex (sucker-punching Fred as soon as they reunite) to their realization that they shouldn’t hold disdain for one another as Fred steps on the mine. And how about the film’s sole female character, reduced to being a sex object for Fred but isn’t given any form of agency or development beyond her attachment with the protagonist? Girardot tries her best to elevate the shoddy material she’s given, but unfortunately can’t overcome the trappings Leclercq and Hlioua put her in. 

It gets even more ridiculous when the film ends in the vein of a heist thriller, with endless double-crosses that ultimately hamper its emotionally stirring end for one of its protagonists, who already had his fate tattooed on his face as soon as the movie opens. Leclercq doesn’t even know how to effectively blend genres together that he attempts to riff on a plethora of action franchises instead of making his Wages of Fear adaptation an important reinterpretation of Arnaud’s original book, while also celebrating the legacy marked by Clouzot and Friedkin’s adaptations. 

Making it more action-driven isn’t necessarily a problem if the character relationships and the core of Arnaud’s story remain intact and as thrilling as they were. But there are little thrills to be had in this hackneyed version of a literary and cinematic classic, one that still inspires some of the best filmmakers working today, seventy years after its release. 

Grade: D-

Director: Rudy Mancuso
Writers: Dan Lagana, Rudy Mancuso
Stars: Rudy Mancuso, Camila Mendes. Francesca Reale

Synopsis: A coming-of-age love story that follows an aspiring creator with synesthesia, who must come to terms with an uncertain future, while navigating the pressures of love, family, and his Brazilian culture in Newark, New Jersey..

Very rarely does a filmmaker find a fresh angle for the left-for-dead romantic comedy. Yet, every once in a while, an exciting new voice emerges to remind us why we used to love the genre in the first place. That filmmaker’s name is Rudy Mancuso (The Flash), and his new movie Música is sweet, laugh-out-loud funny, and downright adorable from start to finish.

The story follows Rudy (Mancuso), an easily distractible young man who is a few weeks away from his college graduation. He is Brazilian and comes from a proud community and was raised by his single mom, Maria Mancuso, who is desperately trying to set him up with a nice Brazilian girl. The problem is that Rudy is dating Haley (Do Revenge’s Francesca Reale), a young woman from a lily-white world. 

Haley wants security and has a plan, something Rudy struggles with. Instead of working a nine-to-five job, Rudy spends his evenings performing puppet shows on a Newark subway platform for tips. Haley cannot see a future with him, not to mention telling her parents she is dating a young man who works underground professionally with socks on his hands. But like any story involving love, it takes being smacked in the face with a large whitemouth croaker. Yes, you read that correctly. 

That’s precisely what happened when Rudy lost track of space and time when he laid his eyes upon the lovely Isabella (Riverdale’s Camila Mendes), a delightful and self-aware young woman who works at the fish market. Isabella is kind and has an empathetic heart. She compliments Rudy, for example, by not sneering at his quirks but embracing them wholly.

That Involves Rudy’s Synesthesia – when one sense or part of the body is stimulated, causing a sensation in another sense or part of the body – which manifests itself by him being continuously consumed by sounds of the rhythms of life around him. They immediately hit it off, and the script by Mancuso and Dan Lagana (American Vandal) goes through some typical clichés. 

However, they are so well done and charming that you will hardly have objections. Of course, Isabella will hit it off with Rudy; they have delightful chemistry. Additionally, you know Haley will somehow wander back into the picture, a staple within the genre. Yet, the journey makes Mancuso’s Música a breath of creative fresh air. 

The rom-com takes some genuine chances with its script. For one, he embraces the filmmaker’s culture and finds an original way to portray the hands-on involvement of a Brazilian mother in her son’s life well into adulthood. If you are wondering why Rudy and his mother have such natural comedic chemistry, it’s because they are cut from the same cloth, as Maria is portrayed by his real-life mother. 

(There is a lovely scene where Maria says something critical of Rudy in front of her salon customers, but Rudy laughs, calls her on it, but remains respectful and gives her a goodbye kiss on the cheek.)

Additionally, Mancuso’s film feels authentic to him. For example, Mancuso comes from the world of puppets, cutting his teeth as the voice of Diego in Awkward Puppets (“Don’t be a Hero, be a Diego.”). The scenes where Rudy works out issues in his head with Diego are hilarious and give a different layer of comedy that makes the film multifaceted. 

Of course, Mancuso has a charming appeal because he is genuine and wears his emotions on his sleeve. He’s articulate but anxious. The combination of authenticity and imperfections makes his character relatable and incredibly endearing when you fold in Camila Mendes – the new streaming romantic-comedy queen – who is flawless in a role smarter than the genre and continues to stack good roles in good films. Música is a sincere romantic comedy that embraces community and personal growth, never forgetting life is a trip and we should enjoy the ride. The script is mindful that humans evolve and has guts to have characters’ lives that go on, no matter how the movie ends, which is rare. Mancuso’s film is a vibrant, rhythmic, and eclectic rom-com that sets itself apart from the rest.

Grade: A-

Director: Thea Sharrock
Writer: Frank Cottrell Boyce
Stars: Bill Nighy, Micheal Ward, Beckett Handley

Synopsis: Advocates to end homelessness, organize an annual tournament for Homeless men to compete in a series of football matches known as The Homeless World Cup.

What you’ll love about The Beautiful Game is how it challenges long-held perceptions and stereotypes of the “housing insecure.”  I remember watching a rerun of The Andy Griffith Show in which Sheriff Taylor was apprehensive about helping a “homeless” man that Opie befriended. The man later ran away, scared, when Andy managed to get him a job. It was as if an honest day’s work was worse than riding in railroad cars and stealing pies off window sills, like a malnourished Jack Reacher.

As we know, homelessness can happen to anyone. Just look at The Pursuit of Happyness. Here, The Beautiful Game is not just a crowd-pleaser, which it indeed is. It’s a film that captures what co-founders Mel Young and Harald Schmied envisioned years ago when the event began in Sacramento in 2003. The tournament draws awareness and advocacy for the problem, creates social integration for oppressed groups, and teaches valuable lessons in inclusion and acceptance.

The movie follows a team of soccer players, or, correctly, English Football players, as they compete in the Homeless World Cup – a football tournament with purpose, whose year-round work culminates in a world-class event which has the power to transform the lives of participants and shape attitudes towards homelessness – that takes place in Rome. The players, yes, are homeless, but most are individuals in recovery or seeking asylum for a better life. 

Led by their coach Mal (Bill Nighy), the longtime manager of the club, who brings on potentially their most talented player ever, Vinny (Empire of Light’s Micheal Ward), a gifted and cocky striker who is head and shoulders above the rest. Mal sees something in Vinny that he sees within himself, which is someone in need of redemption and a helping hand for a second chance at life.

The Beautiful Game was directed by Thea Sharrock (Wicked Little Letters), and the true story is an adaptation from Frank Cottrell Boyce (The Two Popes). Their film is a genuine crowd-pleaser. Yes, the film may not be breaking new ground for the genre for most people, but the general plot goes against the grain, as it is as original a premise when it comes to true stories as you can get. That elevates this Netflix streaming film above all else because it shines a light on a sociological problem distinctly and creatively.

One of the more entertaining aspects of The Beautiful Game is the character arc of Ward’s Vinny, who naturally feels he is above the team. That, bluntly in terms of talent, is true, but he fails to realize at first that his situation is like everyone else on the team. This is a classic tale, maybe even cliché, regarding incredible true stories that give the characters their own redemption, which the film essentially is about. 

This type of evolving character is standard, but the chemistry between Nighy’s Mal and Vinny leads both to salvation, which gives the film additional weight regarding its incredible true story. Regarding inspirational tales, especially unique ones like this, the themes and the resulting satisfaction are enhanced because of the resilience, growth, and respect built between two likable yet contrasting characters.

Most importantly, in terms of a cinematic experience, The Beautiful Game lives up to the big sports moment it builds towards. I cannot tell you how often films fail to capture the glory of winning or the agony of defeat, meaning they miss the point entirely of what a movie experience can be.

However, when combined with a story of extraordinary social advocacy, which is rare for the genre, The Beautiful Game is a story head and shoulders above the rest, even if the road map is particularly familiar to the usual genre film destination. 

Grade: B