Right off the bat, Katniss Everdeen (Jennifer Lawrence) has her very own I Am Legend
moment. She’s in the restricted area outside District 12 with her
trusty bow, surveying the land. The turkeys gobble-gobbling along better
beware because she’s about to head off for her victory tour,
celebrating her “win” at the 74th Hunger Games, and she’s not looking
forward to playing the celebrity role that’s going to be expected of
What are we supposed to expect from a
character named Charlie Countryman played by Shia LaBeouf? Sure, LaBeouf
sports a ratty hipster beard and stringy, unwashed dark locks and
displays the unfortunate penchant of baring his body at the drop of a
hat, which means he’s wandering down a decidedly different and more
unsavory path than when we last saw him leading the charge alongside the
Autobots in the first Transformers trilogy from Michael Bay.
Re-enactments dominate the world of
reality television. There is nothing new in the narrative framework of
recreating scenes of true events for audiences to grant access to the
resonant emotional impact of a situation, a soon-to-be looped moment in
time. Sometimes, it is done in the service of memory and perspective.
From the first moment I walked out of the theater during a private press screening of Steve McQueen’s 12 Years a Slave,
I knew this film had the potential to spark discussion on the subject
and history of race and race relations in the United States.
Tim Lucas’ long and singular career as a
movie critic has taken him down a number of interesting pathways,
probably none more curious than his role as an in-demand provider of
audio commentary tracks for DVD and Blu-ray releases. The lifelong Cincinnati resident is best known as the editor and co-publisher of Video Watchdog,
a meticulously rendered celebration of genre movies that calls itself
“the perfectionist’s guide to fantastic video.”
Independent black cinema might finally be
coming into its own and it’s worth focusing strictly on this moment. As
a longstanding member of the Black Reel Awards, one of several entities
that recognizes the best in black cinema each year, I find myself in
the enviable position of having access to a number of films that rarely
reach theaters in our area.
Sometimes a story, told simply and
effectively, changes the way we as an audience see another part of the
world, the experiences of others and/or ourselves, all reflected in the
moving images before us. What’s more, it can be startling when the
impact, so profound and likely unexpected, cracks our cynical natures
through its very simplicity.
After the briefest bit of narrative
establishment — Captain Phillips (Tom Hanks) at home prepping to leave
for his latest assignment and his wife (Catherine Keener) dropping him
off at the airport — the by-the-books sailor runs his crew through their
paces sensing, it would seem, that something lurks on the horizon
Don Jon presents an unfiltered
Jon (Joseph Gordon-Levitt), a guy who loves his porn, his friends (Rob Brown, Jeremy Luke), his
family (Tony Danza, Glenne Headly and Brie Larson), his porn, his faith
in God (typified by his pious attendance at weekly confessions), his
workout routine and, in case I failed to mention it, his porn.
Adam (Mark Ruffalo) is charming,
good-looking and professionally successful with an easy-going air about
him. Mike (Tim Robbins) gives the impression of being a wise mentor. And then there’s Neil (Josh Gad),
who is obviously a bit of a bumbler. And what do they have in common? They’re
all in a sex addiction support group, Mike as Adam’s sponsor, and all in
various stages of recovery.