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Filtering by Tag: Washington City Paper
Adria Arjona leaves it all on the field in Onslaught. (A24)
I haven’t seen The Guest, director Adam Wingard’s prior misused-veteran flick, but I responded, up to a point, to the Reagan-era charms of Onslaught. My Washington City Paper review is here.
A boy (Jacob Elordi) and his dog and his plane. (Fabio Lovino)
We’re left wondering why Scott wanted to make this movie. His contemporaries who’re still working have turned their attention in recent years to long-contemplated dream projects and/or summations of their guiding obsessions: Steven Spielberg, 79, waited for his parents to die to make The Fabelmans, then returned to his seminal subject of extraterrestrial ambassadors this year with Disclosure Day. Francis Ford Coppola, 87, had completed the first draft of his 2024 opus Megalopolis in 1984, four decades before the movie hit theaters. Michael Mann, 83, spent decades trying to get the already-all-but-forgotten 2023 biopic Ferrari made. He’s about to start shooting Heat 2, a sequel to the 1995 masterpiece that he’d already previewed back then with a 1989 made-for-TV version and elements of the Mann-produced NBC shows Miami Vice and Crime Story.
My Washington City Paper review of the 88-year-old Sir Ridley Scott’s latest is here.
Take my word for it: his stubble is as perfect here as in every other scene. (Dan Smith / Lionsgate)
No camera subject has ever had a more magnificent stubble than competitive diver-turned-model-turned-action star Jason Statham. His lithe and lethal physicality, even at the silverback age of 59, remains impressive, but his shadow not-quite-beard is perfect. It’s always five o’clock somewhere, and that somewhere is wherever Jason Goddamn Statham happens to be scowling.
My Washington City Paper review of Mutiny, from the director of Plane and the producer/star of The Transporter, The Bank Job, A Working Man, and too many others to contemplate, is here.
It seems I’m a little higher on this Thunderball / Ghost Protocol (read: fourth) installment of the Tom Holland-era Spidey series than many of my esteemed colleagues. My Washington City Paper review is here.
Never leave Pattinson alone to brood. (Melinda Sue Gordon/Universal)
My Washington City Paper review of The Odyssey is here.
Supergirl is unique in that it’s a largely faithful adaptation of one specific comic book story, and a recent one at that. But it never reaches the heights of inspiration ascended by its source material, Tom King and Bilquis Evely’s Supergirl: Woman of Tomorrow. It doesn’t even come close. My Washington City Paper review is here.
It’s the best fifth chapter of a film franchise since Mission: Impossible — Rogue Nation! My Washington City Paper review is here.
I Am Curious (Yellow): Naomi Ackie, Taylour Paige, and Kiki Palmer are The Velvet Gang. (Jennifer Nguyen/NEON)
Walking out of Boots Riley’s sophomore feature I Love Boosters! a month ago, I wrote that the movie “features a device called a Situational Accelerator, and you’ll need one to keep up with this hilariously unhinged but incisive mashup of Brazil, Set It Off, and Norma Rae. (If you asked me again in five minutes I’d probably name three different movies). It’s a big step forward in ambition & execution from Sorry to Bother You, and the best stuff in it isn’t in the trailers. I can’t wait to spend the rest of the year arguing with you about it.”
I don’t think I improved upon that much in my Washington City Paper review, but it’s here.
