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Be Kind, Rewind – reviewed by Mark Burns

A lot of fun wrapped around a thought-provoking morsel

A couple of friends stumble into creative enlightenment in this whimsical message comedy.

Be Kind, Rewind is an old-school (VHS) video store just clinging to life in Passaic. Mike (Mos Def: 16 Blocks) is left in charge of his boss’ buck-a-night library when conspiracy-theorizing friend Jerry (Jack Black: Margot at the Wedding) threatens to sink it. For, after a perilous attempt at fighting the power, Jerry is magnetized and unwittingly erases every tape in the place. In desperation to please the owner’s friend and keep Mike out of trouble, they grab an old camcorder, make an abbreviated rip-off of Ghostbusters and hand it over with hopes she’s too far gone to know the difference. The dollar-video con ends up a hit, and soon the neighborhood is clamoring for their Sweded versions of Hollywood hits.

The obvious fun of the movie is seeing the homespun rip-offs take shape, as the friends piece together props and sets from the castoff of Jerry’s junkyard for adaptations of Robocop, 2001: A Space Odyssey, Driving Miss Daisy and The Lion King among others. The inventiveness of the camerawork and crudeness of scriptless, memory-derived roughs shot by a couple of enterprising dudes is hilarious.

Pastiche is but part of the equation, though. Writer/director Michel Gondry (The Science of Sleep) is adept, especially early on in the film, at playing up odd little moments and whimsical touches. Whether in an eccentric auto customization, the curious slapstick of Jerry’s magnetic issues or a strangely intimate moustache test, Gondry establishes a smart, offbeat comic tone for the film. His camera probes the microcosm of one corner store, blending subtle strangeness with Jack Black’s weird energy to create a relatively balanced comedy that’s evocative of European forebears. Maybe even a smidge of Jerry Lewis.

Despite its strength, the comic angle is a touch understated. Perhaps so as not to undermine Gondry’s message. Through this film, the director embraces the concept of people being architects of their own lives; through Jerry and Mike’s journey he trumpets the deeper communal joy of creating your own entertainment among friends. They are fighting to keep the store open against the homogenizing forces of urban renewal and still blander corporate influence. By the time Sigourney Weaver appears in cameo, his message takes off, and with strikingly unsubtle metaphor. The film strikes a decidedly socialist theme as the unknowing heroes bring creative power to the people.

Overall, the film is refreshing for its thinky slapstick and embrace of low-budget charms. The conflict at its core is appropriate and timely. It is a bit weak, however, in the telling.

Gondry pays substantially more attention to honing his myriad elements than he does to bringing them together in the flow. While this film is remarkably lucid by comparison to his prior, The Science of Sleep, its progress is choppy. Gondry leaves you to intuit through small skips and perforations in the tale, and he often has trouble linking moments. Additionally, his engaging characters are sparely developed, largely by ambient clues.

The film still flows well enough to follow, sparkling so consistently and brightly that it distracts from storytelling’s hiccups. It helps that Gondry’s creative eye is so keen. His inventiveness in creating the Sweded films from simple means and found materials is evocative of the better genii of the American Visionary Art Museum. The man who brought us the Lego-animated video for White Stripes’ “Fell in Love with a Girl” track (one of the coolest videos ever) has no lack of ideas for creating interesting visuals from simple ideas.

The idea of Sweding is apparently catching (just check out www.youtube.com/bekindrewind). For good reason. Be Kind, Rewind is a lot of fun wrapped around a tidy morsel for the brain. This one’s definitely one worth a ticket.

Good comedy • PG-13 • 101 min.


Balls of Fury – Jonathan Parker

Underachieving underdogs enter ping-pong: competition to save the world. Not good. Not funny. Game, set and match.

A heavy-set former ping-pong prodigy is asked to go on a secret mission to help capture an Asian crime kingpin and in the process become a champion again in the flat and unfunny Balls of Fury. Brought to you by the guys responsible for the reliably humorous Comedy Central hit show Reno 911 (Ben Garant and Thomas Lennon), Balls of Fury is just another stupid comedy seeking a sophomoric audience.

Randy Daytona (Dan Fogler) was a pre-teen American superstar in the 1988 Olympics. It was there that Randy’s fate was sealed and his career tabled. Beaten and humiliated by German ping-pong nut-job Karl Wolfschtagg (Lennon), Randy also watches his gambling father taken away by Asian henchmen who murder him.

Fast-forward nearly 20 years. Now Randy is a Reno, Nevada, nightclub performer who hits ping-pong balls in an entertaining fashion. He is recruited by an FBI agent (George Lopez) to help capture underworld boss and ping-pong fanatic Feng (Christopher Walken), who happens to be the man responsible for offing Randy’s dad. Randy trains ala the Karate Kid and enters a deadly ping-pong championship to help the feds and to get his revenge.

The plot is loosely constructed as a rip-off of countless other Karate Kid-inspired movies to allow silly things and make plenty of dumb innuendo jokes (see movie’s title). But the movie is just not funny. The only mild chuckles are thanks to George Lopez (you know him from his reliably unfunny sitcom), who makes a tired wisecrack or two that almost score.

And who is Dan Fogler and how does he get a staring role in any Hollywood movie? Actually, Fogler isn’t that horrible; he would be fine in a supporting role. But this guy doesn’t have the charisma, stature or comedic ability to carry a film, which is pretty much what he is asked to do.

In many ways, Balls of Fury is similar to an atrocious comedy from last Labor Day weekend, Beerfest. Underachieving underdogs enter a world competition under very, very silly comic pretenses. Beerfest at least had all those clever drinking games to spark our interest. Here it’s ping-pong: boring. Not good. Not funny. Game, set and match.

Poor comedy • PG-13 • 90 mins.


The Bourne Ultimatum – Cathy Conway Miller

Suspend disbelief and you’ll have a blast. But motion sickness sufferers, be warned.

Fasten your seatbelts, folks! Amnesia victim and reluctant former assassin Jason Bourne (Matt Damen) is roaming great cities of the world for a third time in search of his true identity in The Bourne Ultimatum.

The action takes place at breakneck speed, so don’t plan on getting up for popcorn once the movie starts. Don’t worry if you haven’t caught the first two Bournes (The Bourne Identity and The Bourne Supremacy) or read the novels of the same names by Robert Ludlum. The good guys and bad guys are easily identifiable, and the plot is straightforward, with frequent references to the back story.

The film takes now-familiar cinematic ploys — car chases filmed with dizzying hand-held cameras, high-tech surveillance, a beyond athletic and multi-lingual hero, conspiracies directed by evil villains — to new heights. Worn-out movie-violence adversives can appreciate this over-the-top action since it gives the movie a fantastical aspect that’s a welcome relief to the constant barrage of real-life horrors we experience daily via news media. Suspend disbelief (Could even a crash dummy survive a car’s head-first dive over a wall into the pavement below?) and you’ll have a blast. But motion sickness sufferers, be warned.

So, fellow action movie fans, strap in and enjoy the ride.

Good espionage action • R • 111 mins.


Breach – Ben Miller

A great drama of the arrogance and underlying bitterness of a man trapped in a life of compromise.

Why does a man betray his country? Breach — based on the true story of FBI mole Robert Hanssen — doesn’t quite answer this question. What it does do is show the arrogance and underlying bitterness of a man trapped in a life of compromise.

Portrayed by Chris Cooper in an Oscar nomination-deserving performance, Hanssen wears his rectitude on his sleeve. To aspiring FBI agent Eric O’Neill (played by Ryan Phillippe) Hanssen seems beyond reproach, a man devoted to his religious faith, his family and his country.

O’Neill is assigned to clerk for Hanssen, a legendary intelligence operative, while surreptitiously monitoring Hanssen’s alleged frequenting of Internet porn sites. When O’Neill questions his assignment, agent Kate Burroughs (Laura Linney) tells him that Hanssen is selling secrets to Russian spies and has been at it for years. But they need proof and they want O’Neill to help get it.

This reviewer, accustomed to Hollywood’s poetic license when telling true stories, assumed when watching the movie that O’Neill was a made-up character, a fresh-faced idealist meant to be a good-guy contrast with Hanssen. I’ve since learned that O’Neill was a real person assigned to work for and spy on Hanssen. As in the movie, he in fact did have a close call, and he was afraid of being shot. (Hanssen was an expert marksman.)

Hanssen was arrested in early 2001, before 9/11. The FBI arrested him, but the Bureau doesn’t come off well in the movie. The FBI is portrayed as a gun-culture agency where intelligence-gathering skills are secondary to being a good shot. Its professional distrust extends, at least in Breach, to the other U.S. intelligence agencies — the CIA, the DIA, NSA — almost as much as to the Russians. In this slow-moving bureaucracy, the only way to get a good computer was to lift one off the pallets in the hallways.

There is suspense in this movie, but it is much more a character study than a thriller. Breach is a great opportunity for an actor, and Cooper uses it to cap a career of powerful, yet understated roles (Lone Star and Adaptation; for the latter, he won a best supporting actor Oscar).

Filmed mostly in Toronto, the movie still has great scenes of Washington, D.C., many shot at night because it is, in the end, a dark movie (cinematography by Tak Fujimoto). Directed by Billy Ray. Music composed by Mychael Danna.

Great drama • PG-13 • 110 mins.


Because I Said So – Jonathan Parker

There’s nothing wrong with a romantic comedy being a little light in the originality department, but this film has no new slant on anything.

Diane Keaton plays an overbearing mother and Mandy Moore is her daughter on the make in the simple-minded and unfunny comedy Because I Said So. Director Michael Lehman (My Giant, Hudson Hawk) offers up a film that is like a lame sitcom without an original idea in its head. The only thing less frequent than the laughs are the surprises.

Daphne (Keaton) has three pretty daughters. Two of them are recently happily married without children (Lauren Graham and Piper Perabo), while a third, Milly (Moore), is continually getting her heart broken or being stood up before she can even get anything started. Mother-hen Daphne takes her usual meddling advice to a new level by secretly placing a web ad in search of a Mr. Right for Milly, with Daphne screening the applicants. The winner is upstanding waspy architect Jason (Tom Everett Scott). Milly starts to date him and handsome musician and competition-also-ran Johnny (Gabriel Macht). Predictable predicaments happen, and love naturally finds a way.

With its run-of-the-mill plot, the film tries to get its laughs out of putting Keaton in clichéd comedic situations. This is truly a situation comedy, with Keaton responding ‘humorously’ to porn on the Internet, to a stuck navigation system in her car, to a gauntlet of bad prospective dates for her daughter, to having sex with the only other person over 40 in the movie, to spying on her daughter. To top it off, she has this strange penchant for falling into cakes. It’s the Diane Keaton clown show.

We feel like we’ve seen most of the scenes in this film countless times. We feel like we’ve seen Diane Keaton do many of these scenes countless times before. How many times is a woman over 60 enjoying sex funny? Or a dog humping a pillow? Or the odd people who respond to a personal ad?

You can almost see the big-shot exec who green-lighted this project explaining: “Because I said so.” Too bad.

Poor comedy • PG-13 • 107 mins.


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