The Good Shepherd

To paraphrase rapper Beanie Siegel, I’m going to be short and to the point like Steve Nash. The Good Shepherd? Didn’t care for it that much. Yes, it was a good film in the sense that it was well-made and well-acted, but there was something missing. The first 10-15 minutes almost bored me to tears. I’m not a child; my attention span is greater than that of a gnat, but come ON. Matt Damon (The Departed) is such a solitary figure in this movie, you really have to care about the story in order to care about the movie -- and I didn't. The subject matter was fascinating, I just don't like the way it was handled. This is the sort of movie that some critics adore because of its pedigree, but I was not too impressed.

The Good Shepherd tells the story of the founding of the CIA through the eyes of Edward Wilson (Damon), an ivy-league educated well-bred young man selected for covert government service while still at Yale. The movie spans about 25 years, showing us how Edward is the perfect man for the job: dispassionate in the course of duty, possessing both a keen intelligence and superb instincts. Sounds a lot more exciting than it is, but perhaps that’s the way it works in the real world. The only time we really see any emotion from Edward is when he spends time with his true love, a young woman he meets while at Yale. Their relationship is doomed, for reasons I won’t go into. Suffice it to say he ends up marrying someone else (Angelina Jolie) and is left to wonder about what might have been. The movie really isn’t about Edward's personal life beyond the way it’s impacted by his service to his government and country. He is driven by an unrelenting loyalty, sacrificing all others for his sense of duty and belief in America. The movie is all very cloak and dagger, but not in an interesting, captivating way. It’s all nebulous and more than a little long at 2 hours and 45 minutes. I feel like I am supposed to like this movie a whole lot more than I did. Deniro directed it for crying out loud. You’ve got two of my favorite movie stars in Matt Damon and Angelina Jolie…but I think it's one of the least satisfying political thrillers I've ever seen. I’d give it a 7/10, and that means wait for Netflix.

Edit: I never read other reviews before I write my own. After I wrote this review I went to rottentomatoes.com and it's rotten! I feel very validated now. I knew this movie sucked out loud. Nah, I exaggerate. It was just very OK.

Dreamgirls

To say that Dreamgirls is highly anticipated would be an understatement. Buzz has been building since word got out over a year ago that a big screen adaptation of the Broadway hit was on its way. Now there are Golden Globe nominations and Oscar buzz too. Dreamgirls has taken on a life of its own. Originally a Broadway musical, it’s loosely based on the rise and ultimate dissolution of The Supremes. The musical made quite a splash when it debuted in 1981, and the movie version is sure to please audiences even more.

Dreamgirls stars Beyonce Knowles (Goldmember), Jennifer Hudson (TV’s American Idol), and Anika Noni Rose, an actress best known for her work on Broadway. The three ladies portray Deena, Effie, and Lorrell, respectively. They comprise The Dreamettes, a girl group from Detroit aspiring for fame and stardom. When we first meet the ladies they are entering a talent contest, which they end up losing. It is here they meet their future manager, Curtis Taylor, played by Jamie Foxx (Miami Vice). He proposes that they tour as backup singers for James “Thunder” Early (Eddie Murphy), a charismatic ladies' man and soul singer. And so the journey begins, and it’s one filled with highs and lows as the girls navigate the pitfalls and triumphs of stardom. A budding relationship between Curtis and Effie is threatened by his growing attraction to Deena, and she eventually supplants Effie as lead singer, despite having a weaker voice. Rising tensions come to a head and the group dynamics change drastically. These principal plot developments reveal the movie’s core themes of following your dreams, remaining true to oneself, and perhaps most significant: forgiveness.

Okay, enough with all of that. Let’s get to the nitty gritty. The movie was wonderful. Period. Anyone who’s seen a live performance of the musical will tell you that the movie was about as on point as it could possibly be. It followed the script almost exactly, with the exception of a few artistic liberties that only enhanced the movie. The singing and acting were excellent. There were big shoes to be filled, and all of the players seemed to have welcomed the challenge. There were no weak links in the chain, but let me address the two strongest, Ms. Knowles and Ms. Hudson. For those who think the latter “stole the show,” this is only partly true. When Jennifer Hudson is on screen, it’s almost as if the other actors fade into the background. She dwarfs them with her presence, and with her voice – whether she is belting from her soul or giving Curtis a tongue lashing. She eats up the screen. HOWEVER, to say that she stole the show is to do Beyonce a disservice. If you are familiar with the musical and the original script, you know that the role of Effie is one that calls for more character development and depth. Deena’s role is more linear. Deena changes and evolves, but not like Effie. This is not Beyonce’s fault, this is simply the way the characters were created, and so it is a tad ignorant to assert that Jennifer Hudson outshone Beyonce, as some have suggested. She did a better job, but that is because she was called to do more. Her role required more, and she delivered. Having said that, Beyonce’s acting has vastly improved. Particularly, her non-verbal acting has become quite good. I always look for that, and she gave Deena all that the role demanded. I’m not so sure she deserves a Golden Globe nomination though. That’s a bit of a stretch.

Dreamgirls is a must-see for those who don’t mind the idea of movie adaptations of musicals. I attended an advanced showing with a group of friends, and the one person who disliked the movie was a friend who just detests the entire concept of the musical as movie. He also needed more character development, which is a fair complaint, but not if you’re familiar with the musical, which kinda throws you right in the mix with little exposition. If you didn’t like Chicago, Idlewild, Rent, Moulin Rouge…avoid Dreamgirls because you won’t appreciate it. Everyone else, prepare to be wowed by some powerhouse performances, especially that of Jennifer Hudson. Homegirl is on her way and I predict a #1 opening for Dreamgirls, if it can squeak by The Good Shepherd. Hell, go see it just because Little Ms. Perfect (Beyonce) drops the F-bomb and smokes a cigarette! I wonder what Mama and Papa Knowles thought about that. I knew there was a bad girl underneath that southern belle façade. All jokes aside, Dreamgirls is big, an instant classic like Cooley High, or Sparkle, or The Wiz or some shit. Don’t be that one person who’s outta the loop.

Bobby/Blood Diamond

I go to the movies for different reasons, and different things happen each time. That is the beauty and wonder of art. If you view music, poetry, literature, and film as expressions of art rather than mere forms of entertainment, you can gain a deeper appreciation and understanding of the world, of your own environment, and of yourself and those around you. When you gain that appreciation, these are the times when art speaks to your soul, when it achieves something great. I’m not trying to be melodramatic, but I’m a person who likes to think and to feel. When you do anything that makes you really think, or really feel, I think that is a wonderful thing, and that is one of the many aspects of art that I love. I saw two movies this weekend (Bobby and Blood Diamond) that made me think and made me feel something. Let’s look at Bobby first.

It’s hard to believe that the life and assassination of Robert F. Kennedy hasn’t been tackled yet, but I think actor and director Emilio Estevez (Judgment Night, The Breakfast Club) is the first to take on the task in Bobby. The movie is as much about Kennedy’s effect on the American public as it is about the actual man. Bobby is told through the eyes of the occupants of The Ambassador Hotel, where RFK was shot in 1968.

Estevez has assembled an impressive ensemble cast, including Martin Sheen (The Departed), Demi Moore (Ghost), Helen Hunt (As Good as It Gets), Nick Cannon (Drumline), Lindsay Lohan (Mean Girls), Christian Slater (Murder in the First), and Joy Bryant (The Skeleton Key), among others. You get the idea – there’s a gang of people in this movie. The people are not important; what resonates so deeply from Bobby is the powerful effect RFK had on American citizens from all walks of life. People just don’t feel that way about politicians nowadays. I’m looking at the movie and I’m struck by how much people LOVED this man. Estevez interspersed the movie with actual footage of RFK, and there is no denying that the man was absolutely adored and that he had a good heart and a good soul. During a tumultuous time for our country, he offered some semblance of hope for the future, and not in that cheesy bullshit way we see now, but like he really gave a damn. I’m not trying to sip the Kennedy kool-aid, I’m just trying to convey to you what the movie conveyed to me. The man next to me in the theater was crying, and when the closing credits rolled over a Kennedy montage – no one got up to leave. That means that this man had more than just a passing effect on people. There has always been something sad and tragic about not knowing what might have been. That is the legacy of RFK: untapped potential, untold possibilities. He was a truly good man who was snuffed out during a time when the country seemed to be going crazy in a perfect storm of tragedy: the assassinations of JFK, MLK, the Vietnam War, etc. Bobby uses its ensemble cast of characters to convey this turbulent and desperate time.

The movie is not without its flaws, as the script is plodding in places and the dialogue borders on sappy. The transition between scenes and characters was less than smooth, a flaw which was magnified by the intersecting storylines and characters. Many scenes felt choppy and disjointed. All of these flaws were erased in the electrifying final 30 minutes of the film, which depict the actual assassination and its chaotic aftermath. Here the ensemble cast shines in its delivery of collective pain, suffering, comfort, and finally: despair. Emilio Estevez’ Bobby is ambitious and deeply meaningful in its portrait of a fallen paragon of hope, taken too soon as the great ones always seem to be.

Blood Diamond

Now, let’s take a look at Blood Diamond, starring Djimon Honsou (The Island), Leonard DiCaprio (The Departed), and Jennifer Connelly. This film was truly amazing. It tells the haunting story of a man named Solomon Vandy, forced to mine for diamonds. He has been literally torn from his family by rebels who use the diamonds to finance a civil war in Sierra Leone. They have kidnapped his son and forced him into combat. Rebels, the African government, and large diamond retailers are all in bed with one another for the sake of profit, and the consequences are shockingly savage. Enter DiCaprio as Danny Archer, an opportunistic smuggler. Solomon knows the location of a 15-carat pink diamond which he has hidden in hopes of bartering for the safe reunion of his family. Archer, who must deliver diamonds to his “employer,” needs the gem to stay alive. Now the two are in a race to recover the diamond without being killed in the process, becoming reluctant and unlikely allies. DiCaprio and Honsou turn in brilliant performances, and their scenes are truly captivating. DiCaprio’s role is layered and complex, as his character shows vulnerable humanity one minute, and callous viciousness the next.

Blood Diamond is a movie which cannot be done justice by mere words. Before I can describe the movie any further, let me pose a question or two. What is human suffering? What does it mean to feel pain? I’m sure we all have our personal answers and thoughts. Perhaps it is the death of a loved one, like a spouse, child, or parent. Perhaps it is surviving a crime, or a debilitating illness. All of these answers are valid, and who am I to question the things that make another person suffer? I say all that to say this: Blood Diamond made me rethink my concept of pain and suffering. I sit in my little corner of the world with no idea about the shit that happens on planet Earth. Blood Diamond isn’t just a movie; it is a fictionalized portrayal of REAL events. The characters are subjected to unspeakable horrors, all in the name of the almighty dollar. It raises questions about human nature and the forces that drive us all. For Archer, it is greed. For Solomon, it is the unconditional love of a father for his child. Blood Diamond is not a pretty movie, it is the type of movie that serves as a mirror --- hold it up and you might not like the face staring back at you.

Deja vu

Question: If the great Denzel Washington (Inside Man) stars in a bad movie, is the movie still bad? Answer: YES. If, like my mother, you believe that any time Denzel graces the screen it’s a cause for celebration, by all means – walk don’t run to your nearest theater to check out Déjà vu. However, if you need more than a handsome face to make your movie-going experience worthwhile, I’d think twice about it.

Déjà vu reunites director Tony Scott (Man on Fire) with Washington and super-producer Jerry Bruckheimer (Con Air, The Rock). If these two are on board we at least know that a whole lot of shit is going to blow up. And it does. Washington plays ATF agent Doug Carlin, who is assigned to investigate an explosion that kills hundreds on a Naval Ship in New Orleans, during Mardi Gras. Simultaneously, he must solve the murder of Clare Kuchever (Paula Patton of Idlewild), whose death is linked to the explosion. To borrow a line from the script, if he can find Clare’s killer, he can find the person responsible for the blast. After this initial puzzle is established, we are introduced to the main concept which drives the film. The government has stumbled upon technology that allows it to not only record the past, but to manipulate it as well. As a matter of fact, they are able to send objects and people into the past in order to change the future (present). Agent Carlin is now looking at Clare’s last few days in order to uncover her killer’s identity and foil the terrorist plot.

This premise is acceptable, perhaps even intriguing, but its execution is flawed. I’m talking major plot holes and piss-poor writing. Have you ever been unable to comprehend something, not because it was so “deep” or “over your head,” but because it was just plain dumb? That’s Déjà vu! I don’t go to the movies to pick them apart, but I’m not an idiot either. Some of the things that happen in Déjà vu make absolutely no sense; it’s like the writers expect the audience to accept certain truths about this time travel technology although they directly conflict with other elements of the technology that have been presented. The implausibility level is 9 out of 10 in Déjà vu. Can the mere presence of Denzel Washington overcome these glaring flaws? Well, that depends on the viewer. Denzel will always be Denzel, but Déjà vu’s problems are bigger than him. In addition to the poor writing, the cast is wasted as the actors are relegated to one-dimensional beings that only serve to advance the plot. Jim Caviezel (Frequency, Passion of the Christ) is featured as the villain and prime suspect, while Val Kilmer (Heat, The Doors) is a federal agent assigned to the case. Neither one of these actors will be remembered for Déjà vu. If you want to see a movie that deals with concepts of time travel, fate, destiny, or government surveillance in a manner that is genuine and thought-provoking, I would suggest any one of the following: Frequency, The Butterfly Effect, Minority Report, or Donnie Darko. Despite a provocative premise, Déjà vu is ultimately disappointing, although Mr. Washington makes a valiant effort. He can’t do it alone though, and even if you put a diamond on a turd, it’s still a turd, feel me?

Casino Royale

As a fan of the James Bond franchise, I make sure to catch every new installment. Like many other fans, when I heard that Pierce Brosnan would not be reprising his role I eagerly awaited his replacement -- and like many other fans I was completely disappointed with the naming of Daniel Craig (Layer Cake) as 007. Quite simply, I just didn’t think he looked the part. Normally one might think that “looks aren’t everything,” but when it comes to Bond I beg to differ. Let’s take a look at the previous Bonds, starting with the original, the irreplaceable Sean Connery. Connery was the best Bond. He was tall, dark, and handsome. He was smooth and debonair, and when he entered a room, women melted. Roger Moore, Timothy Dalton, Pierce Brosnan, hell even the short-lived George Lazenby all looked the part, to varying degrees. But Daniel Craig? Yuck. I’ve given this whole spiel to say one thing: I stand corrected. Not only was Craig fantastic in the role, but he managed to leave a unique stamp on our favorite spy.

Casino Royale takes us back to Bond as he is first given “double-oh” status. He is passionate, reckless, and simple. He has not matured into the experienced spy we are used to seeing; he’s raw. His impulsivity frustrates M (Judi Dench of The Chronicles of Riddick, Shakespeare in Love), who tries to corral James before he compromises the mission to stop the funding of global terrorism. The title refers to the casino where James must play a high-stakes game to win the money used to finance the aforementioned terrorism. We have some familiar Bond themes: the requisite Aston Martin, martini, beautiful women, the even more beautiful locales, etc. However, something is a little different this time around. Gone are the bells and whistles and fancy gadgets, along with the cheesy commercialism that pervaded the last Bond movie, Die Another Day. Everything is darker and understated. We don't experience some of the mainstays of the franchise until the very end, like the theme music for example. Nor does Bond order his martini "shaken, not stirred." We've all heard it a million times before, and there's no need to trot out every corny Bond cliche'.

I think diehard Bond enthusiasts will be begrudgingly pleased with Casino Royale. Daniel Craig gives Bond the masculinity that Connery infused into the character, coupled with an earnest simplicity and honesty. He makes Bond seem like more than a mere spy, he's almost like an assassin! Craig is far and away the most athletic actor to portray Bond, and his body is sick. He’s no fancy-pants pretty-boy; he’s a man’s man and I like that. What he lacks in overt attractiveness he makes up for in sophisticated swagger. Call it the Jay-Z effect. Bond’s allure was always that men wanted to be him and women wanted to be with him. I'm glad to say nothing's changed.

The Departed

The Departed is a movie-lover’s wet dream. It was impossible for this film to be anything less than fantastic, and I think it’s an instant classic. The cast is absolutely stellar, reading like a virtual who’s who of Hollywood. You’ve got Martin Sheen (Apocalypse Now, The West Wing), Mark Wahlberg (Four Brothers), and Alec Baldwin (Malice, Glengarry Glen Ross)…and that’s just the supporting cast. Any one of these actors could carry a movie on his own, but perhaps the most important name attached to The Departed is that of its legendary director, Martin Scorsese. Scorsese is responsible for some of the greatest movies of the last 30 years, and it ought to be a crime that he hasn’t won an Academy Award yet. Goodfellas, Casino, Taxi Driver, Raging Bull…I dare say that the man is at least partly responsible for making Robert Deniro one of the finest American actors of our time. I think you get the idea.

The Departed’s premise is an enticing one: the Irish Mafia, led by boss Frank Costello (Jack Nicholson of Batman, As Good As It Gets) has placed a mole in the Massachusetts State Police Department. Conversely, the police have one of their own deep undercover in Costello’s organization. Matt Damon (The Bourne Identity, The Talented Mr. Ripley) plays Colin Sullivan, Costello’s unofficially adopted son, and Leonardo DiCaprio (The Aviator, The Basketball Diaries) stars as Billy Costigan, the undercover officer. I still think that Matt Damon is rather underrated, but hopefully that’s a notion that can be dispelled permanently. He lends his character a charming craftiness, giving Sullivan a resourceful arrogance that permeates the film. DiCaprio is simply masterful in his portrayal of Costigan as tortured but courageous. His character must reveal and exploit his own weaknesses in an attempt to curry Costello’s trust. Costigan is sympathetic without being weak, fearful without seeming cowardly. Nicholson is tailor-made for his role as ruthless mobster, and he does it as only he can do it. He’s got the eyebrows raised in his trademark sneer, and he has the same demented look he wore in The Shining. The Departed is also cleverly-written, with lots of salty dialogue and ‘F-bombs’ aplenty. I loved it! By the way, I think Mark Wahlberg has replaced Vin Diesel as the #2 bad ass MF in the movies. Of course Samuel L. Jackson is #1, but I digress. Bottom line: The Departed is a must-see movie, and easily the best of ’06 so far.

Little Miss Sunshine

Unlike most comedies, Little Miss Sunshine teaches a lesson, albeit an unintentional one. This movie is as much about family as it is about laughs. It follows the Hoover clan in its trek across country to enter its littlest member in a beauty pageant. Mom (Toni Collette of In Her Shoes) and Dad (Greg Kinnear of As Good As It Gets) are in charge of this lovingly dysfunctional bunch, which includes Grandpa, Uncle Frank (the always hilarious Steve Carrell of The 40-Year Old Virgin), son Dwayne, and the aforementioned Olive. Wanna know how messed up this family is? Dad is a washed-up motivational speaker, Frank just attempted suicide, Dwayne hasn't uttered a word in months, and Grandpa is a cokehead. Oh yeah, let the good times roll. Yet somehow it works, because when the chips are down the Hoover family is there for one another - reminding us that you can't pick your family, but that's probably what makes them so special. Little Miss Sunshine might be the funniest movie of the year, because the laughs aren't cheap, they're heartfelt. There are no sight gags, no gross-out humor...just a touchingly funny portrayal of a family that isn't so strange after all.

Hollywoodland

I enjoyed this noir movie. With a dash of mystery and plenty of old-Hollywood glamour and sophistication, Hollwoodland harkens back to an era where actors and actresses were icons. The women were beautiful, the men were handsome, and a cigarette dangled elegantly from every pair of lips. Much like L.A. Confidential, Hollywoodland depicts 1950s Los Angeles as an alluring but dangerous place.

The movie is based on the life and brief career of George Reeves, the actor who portrayed Superman in the original television series. Ben Affleck (Paycheck, Pearl Harbor) plays Reeves, a charming, charismatic, and naively sincere actor looking to branch out from the character of Superman. As you know, Reeves allegedly committed suicide. The movie explores a variety of competing theories as to Reeves’ cause of death. The story is really told through the perspective of Louis Simo (Adrien Brody of The Jacket), a seedy private investigator looking for a quick buck by selling a sensational cover-up story to the newspapers. While investigating Reeves’ death, Simo realizes that there are many people who had a motive to bump him off, including his mistress Toni Mannix (Diane Lane of Unfaithful), his bitchy fiancée, and the husband of his mistress--the powerful head of MGM studios.

Adrien Brody is very convincing in his role, as Simo’s quest for the truth begins to erode his life. Diane Lane is good in just about anything she does, and she plays Toni with just the right amount of love, lust and venom. Now for Ben Affleck. I noticed that the commercials for Hollywoodland fail to mention his name in connection with the movie. Three years ago he would have received top billing. Now he’s relegated to third place, billed behind Brody and Lane. Just an observation. I think Affleck did a good job in the role. Say what you will, but he’s charming, tall, and handsome if nothing else. He doesn’t do it for me, but he’s got the movie star thing going, and I think that star quality serves him well, especially in the scene where he first meets Toni. He’s the boy toy to her seductive older woman, and it works well. Hollywoodland is a lot of things rolled into one: drama, mystery, and most importantly: a sad commentary on the ruthlessness of an industry that thrives on the believability of facades and lies. You’ll leave with the same unanswered questions you had at the beginning, but I guess that’s the point.

Crank

Absolute garbage. That's all I can say. Despite starring the super-sexy Jason Statham (The Transporter), the only man ever to look good with a bald spot, Crank was just terrible. The movie's creators seemed to have done a wholesale ripoff of director Tony Scott's (Domino)movie-making style, with much less success.

Statham stars as Chev Chelios, a hitman with one hour to live. He's been injected with a poisonous concoction that inhibits his body's ability to produce adrenaline. He must do any and everything possible to boost his adrenaline, because [paraphrase] "if he stops, he's dead." Okay, I know the plot sounds like it has the potential to make for a good movie, but it's just an excuse to watch Chelios run around half-cocked on a revenge mission. Don't get me wrong, Crank has its perversely entertaining moments. He snorts coke, chops off a guy's hand, and literally screws his girlfriend (Amy Smart of Road Trip, The Butterfly Effect) in the middle of Chinatown, all to increase his adrenaline. This movie was just terrible. I didn't expect much to begin with, but it was worse than I ever imagined. The teenage boys who sat in front of me in the theater thought it was great, but if you don't fall into the 16-19 male demographic, I suggest you take a pass on Crank. It was an hour and a half of my life I can never get back.

The Illusionist

It was a pleasure to watch this enchanting movie, starring Ed Norton (The 25th Hour, The Italian Job) as an early 20th century magician. Norton plays Eisenheim, a quietly charming stage entertainer. His sold out performances feature a mix of both standard slight of hand tricks and supernatural feats. The story opens with a glimpse into Eisenheim's childhood and the forbidden friendship he shares with Sophie (Jessica Biel of Stealth), a member of the royal family. When the two are forced apart as teenagers, Eisenheim flees and travels the world, perfecting his craft. He returns to his home of Vienna 15 years later and is reunited with his lost love at one of his performances. Sophie is planning to marry the Prince, but must confront the feelings she never stopped harboring for Eishenheim. The Prince is ruthless, and the two lovers must devise a plan for Sophie to escape his violent grasp.

One part love story, one part murder mystery, The Illusionist is a captivating movie that shouldn't disappoint. It is clever and well-acted, with very good performances from Norton, Biel, and Paul Giamatti (Sideways, Lady in the Water) as an intelligent but conflicted police chief. Definitely not your run-of-the-mill movie, and worth a look.

Idlewild

I don’t know how to begin to describe Idlewild, which stars Andre’ “3000” Benjamin (Four Brothers) and Antwan “Big Boi” Patton (ATL) of Outkast. Set during Prohibition, the movie spins the tale of Percival (Benjamin) and Rooster (Patton), two childhood friends who have matured into a hustler/musician and a piano player, respectively. Written and directed by novice filmmaker Bryan Barber, Idlewild has its moments of amateurism, but remains a lovely, endearing and truly special movie throughout. This is due in large part to the performances of Andre, Big Boi, and newcomer Paula Patton, who stars as the beguiling Angel Davenport, a singer who casts a love spell on Percival.

The plot centers on Rooster’s troubles running a popular jook joint/speakeasy while juggling his family responsibilities. Meanwhile, Percival yearns to escape his demanding father, a mortician for whom he works when not playing the piano at the club. Problems arise when Rooster becomes indebted to a local thug and bootlegger, played by the ubiquitous Terrence Howard (Crash, Get Rich or Die Tryin’). Here I must give a word about the amazing visuals. Director Bryan Barber is most well-known for music videos, and it shows. He is masterful at creating the musical performances, as well as using song to stir emotion and create mood. This is particularly evident in the love scene shared by Percival and Angel. It is viscerally beautiful: understated yet passionate. Idlewild has an avant-garde flair that will be lost on some people, which is unfortunate. I think the movie’s minor flaws, such as its occasional predictability – are outweighed by the truly unique and creative storytelling approach. Again, the performances are wonderful. I think we expect this from Andre’, but Big Boi is almost a scene stealer, in my opinion. Andre got the meatier scenes, but I appreciated the subtle authenticity of Big Boi’s portrayal of Rooster. They both push the envelope creatively, and are one of the few groups in hip hop that have transcended the game and are truly making art. Okay, enough of my rambling, I think you get the message. Idlewild is not a movie, it’s a film – and there is a difference. It should be appreciated on the big screen. Check it out.

The Night Listener

This was a weird little movie. Robin Williams (Good Will Hunting) stars as Gabriel Noone, a late-night talk show host who befriends a young writer named Pete Logand (Rory Culkin), via telephone. Pete has written a book about the abuse he suffered at the hands of his caregivers. That same abuse resulted in him becoming infected with AIDS. Gabriel is first introduced to the boy by his publisher, and he also has conversations with the boy’s adoptive mother Donna, played by Toni Collette (In Her Shoes, The Sixth Sense). Eventually, Gabriel and Pete make plans to finally meet. Shit gets creepy when Gabriel starts to suspect that Pete and Donna are the same person, after detecting similarities in their voices. Add to this the fact that no one has ever seen mother and son in person together, and you have a regular little mystery. This movie is inspired by a true story, so I guess we can assume that nutjobs like Donna exist in the real world. Are you confused yet? Don’t worry, it’s not that complicated – it’s also not that rewarding of an ending either. I started this review thinking I would mildly recommend The Night Listener, but on second thought, I’d have to say it’s a bit too strange to spend your money on. Wait for it on cable, at least you won’t be disappointed. Don’t get me wrong, I think Toni Collette can act her ass off, and Robin Williams is fantastic also – but this movie was just okay, despite its intriguing plot. Next!

Danity Kane

Okay, I'm not mad at these girls at all. Their album is good! They aren't setting the world on fire or changing the game -- their self-titled debut is just some good ole R&B. They're more pop than soul (duh) but the production is crisp and they ride the tracks nicely. This is probably the only Bad Boy album purchase your girl will be making for a while. I don't mess with Young Joc, and as for Cassie? I'm embarassed I have two of her songs on my I-pod as it as -- there's no way I can buy the entire album. I hope this chick doesn't make a dime. Oh wait, this is supposed to be a Danity Kane review. Like I was saying - I would cop this if I were you. You can just put this shit on in your car and ride out. If your musical tastes run toward the more sophisticated and meaningful, just consider Danity Kane a guilty pleasure. We're all entitled to a few of those every now and then.

Miami Vice

This is probably the sexiest movie I've seen in a while. Jamie Foxx (Ray, Jarhead) and Colin Farrell (Phone Booth, Alexander) star as the infamous Crockett and Tubbs, two undercover vice detectives originally played by Don Johnson and Philip Michael Thomas in the 80's tv series. Director Michael Mann (Collateral) was responsible for the series, so I guess it was only natural for him to direct the movie. The tv show became popular for its hot locale and even hotter storylines. I was a kid back then, but even I knew about Miami Vice.

Having said all that, I'm sure the move has a built-in fan base of late thirty and early forty-somethings who remember firsthand the decade of excess and indulgence that was the 1980's. The big screen adaptation of the series is very dark, both literally and figuratively. Filmed in high-definition, the movie is gritty and realistic. As a viewer, you feel like you are watching video footage of events that actually happened. The city of Miami is a character in and of itself, and frankly it is breathtaking. Deep blue water, purple and pink skies, and lush palm trees serve as a backdrop, but not in a cheesy commercialized way. It looks authentic and will make you want to book a plane ticket tomorrow.

The movie throws us right in the mix: there are no opening credits, no corny theme music, nothing but Crockett and Tubbs immediately. These are two cops who immerse themselves in the underworld. There are no laughs and jokes, no witty banter a la Martin Lawrence and Will Smith in Bad Boys. Shit's real in the field of Miami and Crockett and Tubbs don't crack a smile once. The storyline intially involves the pair going undercover (of course) to find out about a gang of white supremacists, but ends up touching on Miami's drug world (of course again). From what I understand, drugs were a recurring theme of the original tv series. Foxx and Farrell are compelling and completely believable in their roles. They are cooler than a polar bear's toenails. There's one part where Crockett drives a speedboat to Havana for mojitos as if he's hopping in the car to run to the grocery store for orange juice. Sick. My only complaint with the movie is that there was NO character development. It was just like BAM, here's the movie. Here's a day in the life of Crockett and Tubbs. It was like a two hour episode of the tv show with an 'R' rating. That may or may not be a problem for some people, but it's just my opinion/observation. At two hours and twenty-five minutes, it's also a wee bit long. Once again, I was accompanied by a date who dozed off and started to snore. Where do I find these guys? I digress. Bottom line: Miami Vice is a cool way to spend a hot summer night. Meow.

Meaningless Plug #2

I don't often mention tv shows, but I have to give a quick plug to the best show on the little screen: Entourage. New episodes on HBO every Sunday at 10 p.m. Fuckin' AWESOME. Okay, that's all.

The Devil Wears Prada

I think everyone can enjoy this movie, despite its decidedly female slant. I’m sure that women are the intended audience, but there were plenty of men in the theater, and their laughs rang out the loudest.

The incomparable Meryl Streep (The Manchurian Candidate) stars as type-A super-bitch Miranda Priestly, editor-in-chief of a popular fashion magazine. She changes personal assistants like she changes clothes, because no one has the heart to tolerate such a demanding job. Enter Anne Hathaway (The Princess Diaries) as Andy, a wide-eyed journalist hoping to get her feet wet at the magazine. The only problem is that Andy has no clue about fashion. Her status as fashion victim is a major hindrance in her professional development and a source of resentment from the other chicks at the office. After a makeover, Andy goes from dud to diva and her confidence soars. Now she embraces the fashion world that she used to frown upon as meaningless and superficial. Unfortunately, Andy begins to change internally as well, nearly losing her friends and boyfriend (Adrian Grenier of Entourage) in the process. The Devil Wears Prada is a charming little movie that everyone can enjoy. Now ladies, all you have to do is drag your man to the theater. Just tell him he’ll get to look at Giselle Bundchen (Victoria's Secret supermodel). If the men in my theater were any indication, he’ll enjoy this movie -- even if he won’t admit it!

Superman Returns

Newcomer Brandon Routh makes his debut in Superman Returns, directed by Bryan Singer (The Usual Suspects) and co-starring Kate Bosworth (Blue Crush). Routh is fetching in the role, and fills out those famous tights quite nicely. Physical attributes aside, he brings a quiet, contemplative quality to the role. Superman has always been a corny superhero, and there’s only so much that a writer can do to change that perception without completely abandoning character loyalty. Despite the aforementioned constraint, Superman Returns is well-written, and the corny one-liners are kept to a much-appreciated minimum. Kevin Spacey (American Beauty) is featured as our hero’s nemesis, Lex Luthor. Spacey is wonderfully nasty as Luthor, and this movie marks a reunion with Bryan Singer, who directed him in The Usual Suspects. Of course, the action is superb. I especially enjoyed watching Superman stop bullets – even a bullet fired straight into his eyeball crumples like a piece of paper. There’s also a great plot revelation that sets up the inevitable sequel. This movie reminded me that while other superheroes like Batman or Spiderman are a bit cooler than Superman, he’s still the freakin’ man of steel. Superhuman strength tops spider webs and Batman’s utility belt any day. In sum, fine performances + good writing = a very entertaining day at the movies.

BET Awards Commentary!

Damon Wayans: Was he poppin' pills? He was not funny, at least not intentionally.

Beyonce: She killed it!!! I can't hate at all. She looked good, she and Jay did their thing. She had the all-girl band and they DID that shit. Who's messin' with that? Nobody. In case you missed it: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0x4Hh7siItw&search=beyonce%20bet%20performance

TI: What was up with the sound? Why was he performing a capella, was that on purpose? Not very good. Still love you Tip. EDIT: I found out (when Diddy mentioned it) that BET screwed up the sound. I gotta give TI credit for hangin' in there.

Jamie Foxx: Of course I was too distracted by his spit-swapping with Fantasia to pay attention to much else. Did you see it??? I wanted to gouge my eyes out. Fantasia looked country as hell in that unflattering dress. Just a hot ass mess in every conceivable way, and that kiss was gross! There was even a spit string when she pulled away. I think I threw up in my mouth a little bit. Thanks BET, for turning stomachs and dropping jaws everywhere.

Busta Rhymes: Bus-a-bus always brings the energy, and this was the biggest club banger of the year. Everybody came out and ripped it, except for DMX. He performed during the pre-show, but managed to miss the actual award show. How is that possible? Maybe he had some probation terms to comply with somewhere. I don't know what's up with that dude. Eminem was the surprise special guest, and I wanna say that he killed it, but I'd be lying.

Keyshia Cole: I fux w/ Keesh. She does more yelling than singing, but it's all good.

Chris Brown: This little boy will land me in jail. Don't let me get my hands on you Chris! Ok, I feel dirty now.

Prince: Genius. I have got to see this man in concert before I die. EDIT: After watching his performance of "3121," I was less than enthused. I feel so horrible for saying that Prince was anything other than fabulous, but I just wasn't feeling the song.

Chaka Khan: A living legend, a diva, and very deserving of a lifetime achievement award. I love Chaka, respect due. Prince, Stevie, and Chaka performing on stage together: that is real black music, for any of you born after 1983. But Chaka, what were you wearing honey? Nevermind, it was your night. Do yo thang Chaka.

Harry Belafonte: Still a handsome man, in his old age. A true leader, and he had the quote of the night: (paraphrase) "While we're at the party, the enemy is knockin' at the door, and he's not going to wait for us to say 'come in'." Say word.

Click

This was not quite what I expected. I don't expect to shed tears at an Adam Sandler movie. Maybe my hormones were in overdrive, but Click was surprisingly sweet.

Adam Sandler (The Longest Yard) plays Michael, an overworked but well-meaning architect who routinely neglects his wife and two small children in favor of his career. The title refers to Michael's use of a "universal" remote that actually controls his universe. He discovers the remote in the "Beyond" section of Bed, Bath and Beyond, courtesy of Christopher Walken (Suicide Kings) as a quirky employee named Morty. Soon Michael can fast forward through arguments with his wife Donna (Kate Beckinsdale of Underworld), annoying family dinners, and even through sex, although I'm not quite sure why he wants to do that. Michael's initial discovery and use of the remote allows for some cool special effects, as he can view any moment from his life, even conception. In this respect, Click is like one part Bruce Almighty, one part Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind.

The remote has a "memory" feature, and it begins to fast forward through entire chunks of time. Michael realizes that it's the little moments in life that really matter -- not the big promotion and accompanying salary. Click is very funny, because its premise allows for many easy jokes, i.e. slow-mo shots of the female neighbor jogging in a sports bra, and Michael using the pause button to smack around his defenseless boss (David Hasselhoff, Baywatch). We know it's going to be funny, but I was pleasantly surprised at how touching this move was. There are some truly heartfelt scenes that show Michael's life slipping away as his children's lives become a blur. So yes, I can admit that I cried at an Adam Sandler movie. It had something for everyone. All in all, Click was a very good movie in what has thus far been a disappointing summer movie season (I expect Superman Returns to change that). For an example of a movie to avoid like the bird flu, look no further than the review below.

Waist Deep

Ok, y'all know that when a movie sucks, I don't mince words, I get right to it. Chocolate boy wonder (Tyrese Gibson, Four Brothers) cannot save this poorly-written ridiculous movie about a father trying to rescue his kidnapped son. We've seen countless variations of this hackneyed plot before, but I was willing to go along for the ride. Soon, I found myself waist deep in the biggest pile of crap to hit the screen since When A Stranger Calls.

Co-starring with Tyrese is Meagan Good (You Got Served, Biker Boyz) as Coco, a wrong-place, wrong-time witness to the kidnapping. Remember Martin Lawrence's t.v. show? Well, Tyrese actually plays a security guard named Otis...nevermind. This movie was so stupid that I'm actually going to do something I never do, which is reveal a big part of the movie. I have to do this to prove a point to demonstrate the suckage of this movie. If you don't want me to give anything away, stop reading now. Do you remember Thelma & Louise, when Geena Davis and Susan Sarandon drive off the cliff, committing suicide in order to evade the police? Ok, now imagine that they reappear, unscratched and alive. That's what the hell Tyrese does in this movie. The absurdity of it all made me laugh out loud. The numbskulls in the theater actually applauded at the end!! WTF? The only clapping I would've done would have been as a show of gratitude that it was finally over. Eye candy be damned, please do not get waist deep in this garbage. As a matter of fact, the only good thing about my movie-going experience was that I got to see the trailer for Outkast's movie Idlewild. Check it out here: http://movies.yahoo.com/feature/idlewild.html