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Monday, August 1, 2016

Bad Moms



**Spoiler Alert**

Director: Jon Lucas, Scott Moore/Starring: Mila Kunis, Kristen Bell, Kathryn Hahn, Christina Applegate, Jada Pinkett Smith, Jay Hernandez, Annie Mumolo, Clark Duke, David Walton, Oona Laurence and Emjay Anthony

Another distaff ensemble makes its way to the multiplex just a fortnight after the release of Ghostbusters with Jon Lucas and Scott Moore's Bad Moms. The preview and the premise seemed very promising; a group of mothers fed up with the taxing demands of parenting and running a household, as well as the fascistic PTA, rise up against the overwhelming rigors of motherhood. But Lucas and Moore's film becomes a bundle of hit and miss funny moments--mostly misses. Nevertheless, it succeeds as an enjoyable bauble and is a helluva lot more fun than most other summer comedies we've seen in 2016.

Set in a modern day suburb of Chicago, Bad Moms tells the story of Amy (Mila Kunis), a mother of two whose career and extracurricular life have severely bogged her down. Though she's young, Amy finds she isn't young enough for the gourmet coffee company for which she works part-time, which is staffed by young, hipster twenty-somethings who play ping-pong during work hours and are immune to the stresses of adult life. Her young, entrepreneurial boss; Dale Kipler (Clark Duke), undervalues her and can't understand why she won't side-step a heavy workload to watch the staff play ping-pong. But Amy's problems extend beyond her job, for she must contend with her husband Mike (David Walton); an unhelpful slob who works out of their home and two children; Jane (Oona Laurence), who stresses about making the school soccer team and her son Dylan (Emjay Anthony), who is failing science and can't complete a homework assignment without his mother's help. When Amy tells Mike that Dylan is failing science, the father shares a congratulatory fist-bump with his son.

Amy's life trials also involve the school PTA president Gwendolyn (a very inspired Christina Applegate); who wields great, intimidating power over the mothers and the school faculty. Gwendolyn and her two obsequious minions; Stacy (Jada Pinkett Smith) and the dim-witted Vicky (Annie Mumolo), say catty, mean things about the other mothers while they stand on the school steps every morning like two-faced sentinels. Gwendolyn and company offer Amy some venomous compliments about how she is able to work and raise her kids. Amy's response to Gwendolyn's question about why she doesn't devote more time to being a mother is quite funny: "because I work."

Over-burdened at home and weighed down by her job and the PTA, Amy's troubles begin to mount when she happens upon her husband watching a naked woman on his computer. Her husband admits to a cyber-affair, which prompts Amy to expel him from the house. Amy presses on, but finds herself coping with yet another problem. When Amy arrives at the PTA meeting, she finds Gwendolyn onstage, dictatorially addressing an audience of mothers. In one of the film's funniest scenes, an absurdly long list of forbidden bake sale ingredients plays on a large video screen behind Gwendolyn as Amy walks slowly down the aisle toward the stage, dumbstruck by what she sees. Gwendolyn proposes the formation of a bake sale police, which is accompanied by images of black clad policemen in jack boots on the screen. Funnier still is how Gwendolyn's idea is juxtaposed with an image of someone being beaten by a police officer with a baton on the screen behind her.
Having had enough, Amy voices her objections to Gwendolyn's agenda by explaining how difficult and exhausting her life is already. She turns her back on an angry Gwendolyn and walks out of the auditorium to the sounds of gasping mothers.

She retires to a local bar for a drink and is approached by a mother named Kiki (Kristen Bell), who expresses her admiration for Amy for defying Gwendolyn and the PTA. The two meet another mother who happens to be sitting next to Amy; Carla (Kathryn Hahn); a salty, sexually aggressive woman who has also become disgruntled with the pressures of motherhood. Commiserating, the three make drunken, spirited pledges to be bad moms. After leaving the bar, we see the three enter a supermarket in slo-mo. The montage that follows shows them drinking in the aisles, mixing alcohol with milk and generally making a spectacle of themselves.

In her new commitment to being a bad mom, Amy refuses to make her kids breakfast and as a symbol of her rebellion, she appropriates her husband's muscle car before speeding her kids to school. Ignoring Gwendolyn's dietary proscriptions, Amy shows up at the bake sale with store-bought glazed munchkins. Furious at the sight of her offerings, Gwendolyn accosts Amy at the table and after an unpleasant exchange, she violently clears the munchkins from the table. The hostile encounter prompts Amy to declare her intention to run against Gwendolyn in the next PTA election.

The film was doing so well up to this point, but I was disappointed that Amy wasn't spurred on to something nastier than a PTA campaign. Just when the story needed more bite, it settled for timidity. But being that the PTA is everything for someone like Gwendolyn, Amy's response makes sense, story-wise.

As Amy kicks-off her campaign with Kiki and Carla's help, the three women form a close, commiserative bond. Subplots begin to take shape as the narrative progresses. Amy is courted by the stud single parent; Jessie Harkness (Jay Hernandez) before her husband returns home, hoping to fix their marriage. Never abandoning her motherly duties, Amy discovers Gwendolyn has bullied the school soccer coach into benching Jane, which necessitates personal intervention. Amy also tries to teach her son self-reliance, which requires her maternal patience and care.

Hoping to attract PTA mothers to her cause, Amy hosts a party, which initially is a dud. Amy, Carla and Kiki discover Gwendolyn chose the same night to host her party; a more successful gathering of wall-to-wall moms. Gwendolyn's party is so well-attended, even Martha Stewart turns up as a guest serving hors d'oeuvres, which makes for a very amusing cameo. While Amy, Carla and Kiki concede defeat, their fortunes suddenly turn when Gwendolyn begins bullying her guests and boring them with tedious campaign talk, which causes the gathering to abandon the party. The mothers show up at Amy's party, which subsequently becomes a raucous affair; one even Martha Stewart can't resist.

It is isn't difficult to see where the story will go. We know everything will come down to an election night showdown between Amy and Gwendolyn. We also know other plot-points, like Amy's troubles with her boss, her burgeoning relationship with Jessie and her troubles with her kids will be addressed in typically tidy, Hollywood narrative fashion. There is even enough narrative space for Kiki's problems with her uptight, Napoleonic husband and Carla's inability to relate to her jock son.

The movie has a point to make about how mothers are overworked and saddled with too many worries and tasks men typically ignore or avoid. It makes its case in a reasonably compelling and sometimes funny way.

Being a Hollywood production, it is unsurprising that the laughs drizzle instead of pour. Some moments that should be funny somehow fall flat, such as a scene where Kiki and Carla help Amy choose something sexy to wear for their night out. We expect the two women to make some witty and sharp comments about Amy's drab wardrobe but it doesn't happen. And the subsequent scene at the bar, where Amy finds her flirty banter with men is really repellent motherly advice could have been funny--or funnier.

But the film was cast well. Kathryn Hahn is amusing as the foul-mouthed mom, as is Kristen Bell though she should have had more comedic screen time. For me, Christina Appelgate's Gwendolyn was a juicy bit of comedic business. She plays the bitch well and she's very funny.

One of the film's most creative moments came during the end credits, when the female cast-member's mothers share their experiences of being moms.

Bad Moms is a coulda-been movie. If it had just sharpened its satirical edge a bit more, the laughs might have been more frequent but Amy is just too nice. If and when a sequel is conceived, the filmmakers might keep that criticism in mind. If you include the word bad in your title, then having the characters be bad becomes an imperative.

Friday, December 11, 2015

Krampus



**Spoiler Alert**

Director: Michael Dougherty/Starring: Adam Scott, Toni Collette, David Koechner, Conchata Ferrell, Emjay Anthony and Stefania LaVie Owen

In this season of manufactured goodwill and canned cheer comes a comedy/horror flick called Krampus; which proves to be neither funny nor scary. The film seems like a Hollywood studio's anemic attempt at cynicism and mordant satire. It at least takes a stab until the film's sentimental message about family unity and happiness surfaces. I'm not a fan of family-gathering holiday movies. I can't think of one that is worth the time or admission price. A recent film in this this woeful genre was Love the Coopers, which got its ass heaved from the multiplexes before it could wither and rot (I guess no one really loved the Coopers, eh?). Krampus Wants to be darker but the story clings too stubbornly to genre conventions.

Two families gather for the Christmas holiday season. One of the families; nuclear and typically suburban, play host to their relatives; a course, uncultured family of gun enthusiasts who couldn't be more unlike the people putting them up. The host-father; Tom (Adam Scott), is the antipodal version of his wife's brother-in-law Howard (David Koechner). Where Tom is refined and liberal-seeming, Howard represents conservatism and maleness at its most brutish. Even his daughters; a tough pair who make fun of Tom's son Max (Emjay Anthony) for writing a letter to Santa, seem more like Howard than their mother Linda (Allison Tolman), who is sister to Tom's wife Sarah (Toni Collette). The family's initial contact is awkward and unpleasant as Howard and his family show little but disdain for their hosts. Even their initial dinner together becomes one of discord as Howard complains about the food. Adding another dysfunctional element to the mix is Sarah's Aunt Dorothy (Conchata Ferrell), who makes herself an unwelcome presence from the get go.

Howard's family is but one problem Tom's family faces, as his own threatens to fracture from its own lack of unity. The lack of inter-familial connection and a general feeling of malaise becomes the prevailing mood. Just when relations couldn't become more strained, the neighborhood suffers a power-outage during a blinding snowstorm. When Tom's daughter, Beth (Stefania LaVie Owen) sets out for her boyfriend's house after he fails to answer her texts, she sees a monstrous behemoth leaping across house roof-tops, wreaking havoc. Before long, she learns the thing has unholy minions (no, not those minions), who join their master in his agenda of terror. When she fails to return, Tom and Howard set out on their own mission with Howard's arsenal of guns. When the men arrive on the scene, they too encounter the strange creatures; including one that almost drags Howard away. Terrified by what they've seen, the men return home to alert their families. After the family seals themselves in, they eventually learn the creature's identity. Omi, Max's German grandmother, tells them about Krampus; a demon she inadvertently summoned during her childhood; who has returned to unleash hell on the holiday season. The demon's return is supposed to be a kind of reckoning, but for the characters, it serves as an opportunity to unite the family and remind them about the true meaning of Christmas.

Aside from Krampus' imaginative depiction, the movie is just a bore. It is never frightening and hardly (if ever) funny. The syrupy message about family is trite but the writers at least saw fit to give the film a bummer ending. About mid-way through the film, any pretense of being a darkly funny movie gives way to self-seriousness that bleeds all the fun from the story.

Though the film opens with a slo-mo sequence inside a large retail store, where mobs of shoppers snarl and scrap for merchandise on what is presumably Black Friday, the rest of the film doesn't live up to the beginning's nasty promise. Krampus is too timid to go for the throat. Rather than skewering the holiday for all its hypocrisy and phoniness, it really wants to sell us the idea that Christmas really used to be about love and family togetherness.

If the much-anticipated films of the season; The Revenant, Star Wars, Carol or Joy had opened the same day I saw Krampus, I might have waited or not bothered to see it at all. The movie was really just an alternative to The Peanuts Movie; one of the few late Fall releases I just can't summon any interest (or squander dollars) to see. I really hope there isn't a Krampus 2 but as the movie demonstrates, some curses never never die.

Friday, May 30, 2014

Chef



**Spoiler Alert**

Director: Jon Favreau Starring: Jon Favreau, John Leguizamo, Bobby Cannevale, Dustin Hoffman, Scarlett Johansson, Sofia Vergara, Robert Downey Jr., Oliver Platt and Emjay Anthony

Directed and scripted by Jon Favreau, Chef is a likeable movie about a chef named Carl Casper (Jon Favreau) who loses his prestigious position in a successful L.A. restaurant after inadvertantly tweeting an angry response to a negative review, which goes viral. The fallout from the angry, crude, tweet leads to a confrontation with the restaurant owner Riva (Dustin Hoffman), who rebuffs Carl's attempt to rework the menu to show the critic Ramsey Michel (Oliver Platt) he is better than the staid fare that has remained virtually unchanged for years. Carl quits on the night the reviewer returns; leaving his loyal allies in the kitchen to take over. Still incensed over the critic's scathing review, Carl returns to the restaurant to confront Michel and in doing so, vents his rage in an explosive manner that also goes viral; reducing him to a hero/fool figure on the web.

If jeopardizing his reputation and career isn't enough, Carl has to deal with his diminished role as father in his son's life. His son (a charming Emjay Anthony) Percy contends with his parent's divorce as he longs to spend more time with his father, who always seems to have restaurant-related matters pending. Carl maintains a very friendly relationship with his ex-wife Inez (played by the ravishing Sofia Vergara), who is very supportive of Carl but recogizes his sometimes negligent approach to fatherhood. Though Carl and Inez are divorced, there remains a flicker of rapprochement in their relationship

Carl finds very few job offers in unemployment and his frayed relationship with his son doesn't help. Inspired by his ex-wife's repeated exhortations to buy a food truck, which she believes would help Carl establish his culinary freedom, Inez suggests he approach her ex-ex-husband Marvin (Robert Downey Jr.) in Florida for financial backing--an awkward proposition at best.

Looking to form a stronger bond with his son and secure financial backing for his new venture, Carl flies to Miami with Inez and Percy in tow. The trip is also an opportunity for Inez to return to her Cuban roots and also visit her father.

During a dinner with Inez's father over Cuban sandwiches, the idea to serve Cuban food from his truck is hatched. Following a strange meeting with Inez's other ex-husband Marvin, which stokes jealous fires in Carl, he comes away with the backing he needs and in doing so, buys a truck he and his son refurbish.

The scenes where the truck undergoes cosmetic and interior changes show the ever-emerging bond between Carl and Percy. Carl learns to be more patient with his son while also teaching him food preparation basics. Because Percy is on school-break, he is allowed to accompany his father on the return journey to L.A. in the food truck. Joining them is Martin (John Leguizamo), who served faithfully on Carl's staff in the restaurant. The three make for a fun, lively trio as they stop in various towns and cities en route to L.A. With Carl's fame/infamy in the cyberworld, and Percy's savvy social media skills, the truck and the crew attract crowds wherever they stop. Even a cop who asks them to move the truck recognizes Carl, which leads to a celebrity-like request for photos.

Of course the father/son relationship is mended and in the process, Carl is able to communicate his passion for food and how it touches people's lives after a scene where Percy carelessly burns a sandwich.

The film's direction and how we get there aren't revelations but Favreau's characters are magnetic; they make for excellent company. The story is pretty wispy; the crises seem to be milder than they appear and a happy ending is never in doubt. Still, one can never underestimate Favreau's charm. He is so likeable, it would be impossible not to sympathize with any character he plays. If Favreau played Joseph Stalin, we might reconsider the tyrant's historical reputation and think his crimes against humanity minor peccadilloes. I would have liked to have seen more of the incredible cast Favreau assembled but it's his movie though we are treated to the likes of Vergara and Leguizamo for generous chunks of screentime.

I would also have liked the film to be funnier but its laid-back approach to finding humor in situations does quite nicely too. Of course a movie that deals with food must consider anything edible as a character. Chef succeeds ably in that department. I would advise anyone to avoid eating until after a screening. I made the mistake watching the film on a full stomach and wasn't able to fully enjoy the mouth-watering food on display. Succulent meats, sandwiches dripping with melted cheeses, buttery breads, beignets from the world-famous Cafe du Monde in New Orleans and even a tantalizing grilled cheese sandwich Carl fashions for his son rouse the salivary gland.

Chef is a fun trifle; an enjoyable romp that melds two disparate genres we may not have seen onscreen before; a food film and road movie. The film is as substantial as mist but it satisifies--like something savory from a food-truck grill.