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Director: David Leitch

Starring: Josh Brolin, Morena Baccarin, Zazie Beetz, Ryan Reynolds

Genre: Action, Adventure, Comedy

Released on: 18 May 2018

Writer: Rhett Reese, Paul Wernick, Ryan Reynolds, Rob Liefeld (based on the Marvel comics by), Fabian Nicieza (based on the Marvel comics by)

IMDB Rating: N/A/10 (N/A Votes)

Duration: 109 min

Synopsis: After surviving a near fatal bovine attack, a disfigured cafeteria chef (Wade Wilson) struggles to fulfill his dream of becoming Mayberry’s hottest bartender while also learning to cope …
In the panoply of superhero movies… Panoply? That sounds wrong; it’s too pretentious. And who says ‘panoply’ anyway? Deadpool would never approve. Let’s try that again. Ahem. There is a plethora of… Ugh. No. Third time’s the charm. Let’s do this. In the pantheon of superhero movies… There we go! Finally. In the pantheon of superhero movies, few are as proudly individualistic as Tim Miller’s Deadpool, and, as Deadpool himself wastes no time in reminding us in the sequel, few have been as successful.

Following this sort of success can never be easy. For instance, while a loyal fanbase has been cultivated and solid goodwill established, a line has also been drawn. Invites have been revoked. Factions have formed. Those who weren’t completely on board with the tone Miller and star Ryan Reynolds established in the first film have absolutely no business gatecrashing this party, and nor have they been made welcome. Deadpool 2 is more violent than the first movie. It’s also way filthier, magnificently tone-deaf and utterly relentless in the grimy path that it has chosen to walk. I liked it better than the first film, but in the interest of absolute honesty, I must confess that I wasn’t quite as taken by the first Deadpool as you lot seemed to have been. So I walked into Deadpool 2 fully prepared to feel left out, like Hawkeye in Avengers: Infinity War. Ignored. But I was in for the most unpleasantly pleasant surprise. And before this review is over, I will have compared Deadpool 2 to The Dark Knight. And also the Scary Movie series.

Immediately - in the very first scene, in fact - it is made quite apparent that Deadpool 2 isn’t quite the sequel you were expecting. And honestly, it wasn’t really difficult - considering the self-referential nature of the beast - to form a theory as to where Deadpool 2 would take the Merc with the Mouth. Of course he was going to make jokes about cashing in on his own popularity and making a rushed sequel. Of course he was going to make fun of the nature of sequels in general, particularly their poor hit rate. And he does. Duh.

But Deadpool 2 is more than just a rushed sequel. It’s a rushed sequel that wants to be good. It’s a movie with surprising emotional depth and, especially in how it handles the story of a certain teenage character, devastating darkness. It catches up with Wade Wilson, Mr Pool to the rest of us, a few years after the events of the first movie. He still looks like a hard boiled Voldemort, and he’s still running that mouth like there’s no Deadpool 3. Taken by his spirit in their adventures together, Colossus and Negasonic Teenage Warhead invite him to tag along on a trial basis for the X-Men, and on that mission he meets young Russell.

Russell is a young mutant who has been locked up in an orphanage his entire life, a torturous place where he has suffered abuse at the hands of a creepy conservative warden who wants to purge mutants like him of their powers.

But Russell is hot property - a time travelling cyborg, as unstoppable as Deadpool’s ability to conjure pop-culture references, is hot on his trail. His name is Cable, and he has certain information about the future that forces him to intervene in this timeline - and especially Russell’s destiny. This sets Wade - who decides that the young mutant has given his life the purpose that it has been lacking - and Cable - who wants nothing but revenge - on a collision course.

Despite this rather grim-sounding premise, a lot of how much you like Deadpool 2 will depend on your tolerance for the ratatat reference-a-minute style that Reynolds is so good at. In that department, it blows Steven Spielberg’s recent film, Ready Player One, clean out of the water. After a point, the dialogue in Deadpool 2 sounds like you’re listening to a particularly excitable foreigner. As you are assaulted by a barrage of words - unrelenting, unstoppable, even in the most serious of scenes - your brain sedates itself, and begins to filter out only the most familiar ones.

And as expected, the audience at my screening reacted loudly every time Deadpool took a swipe at the Marvel Cinematic Universe, or Wolverine, or Reynolds’ Green Lantern. These are easy targets. This is old material. Jokes about Jesus, Yentl, and - God help us all - the Me Too movement, however, were met with stony silence. There has to be a scientific reason behind the satisfaction one derives from understanding a reference designed to be exclusive - perhaps it offers a sense of intelligence where there might not necessarily be any, but the answer’s probably way simpler than that. In that regard, Deadpool 2 - and even the first one - isn’t unlike those terrible Scary Movie movies - at least when it’s in attack mode. But what makes Deadpool significantly better in quality is that the references it pounds you over the head with aren’t empty, but brimming with context - although the depth of this context is rather sketchy.    And like the comedy - which doesn’t pull punches, a commitment to the cause that I admire - another significant improvement comes in the form of the action. But then, what else could you expect from David Leitch, the man who replaced Miller in the director’s chair after Miller had a falling out with Reynolds, and who is described in the credits as ‘one of the guys who killed John Wick’s dog’. Besides the knockout John Wick, Leitch also directed what I consider to be one of the best action sequences of the decade -- in his Cold War spy thriller, Atomic Blonde. Both those movies highlight his knack for stylised action and careful world building, which came quite handy in Deadpool 2, the film which gives us our first cinematic X-Force.

He’s made a movie that feels just as much his own as it does a Deadpool sequel. It occupies that same hyper-real fantasia of the first film, but with enough flair - certainly visually - to feel independent of the original. Like Christopher Nolan’s Dark Knight trilogy, in which each film is stylistically and thematically different from the others - the titles are the most obvious giveaway - Deadpool 2 is just as individualistic as the first movie. It’s a film that requires every moment of your undivided attention, right through to the inspired post-credits scene - and it thoroughly deserves it.
SPOILER ALERT: The following review contains mild spoilers for “Deadpool 2.”

Thanks to some mistranslated Latin, generations of schoolchildren were brought up to believe that ancient Roman households contained a special room called a vomitorium, in which feasting nobles could purge themselves of the night’s dinner and drinks, then go back to the table and help themselves to some more. In fact, no such rooms existed – the word referred to exit passageways in Roman stadia – but the myth persists, and provides a helpful image for understanding the appeal of “Deadpool.”

In an era where massive studio comic-book franchises make up more and more of our media diets, the “Deadpool” property serves a similar emetic function: allowing the detritus accumulated from hours and hours spent bingeing on cinematic world-building, world-saving, world-destroying, chosen ones, and grim-darkness to be rudely, messily expelled in an orgy of bad taste.

Which is not to imply that the experience of watching “Deadpool 2” is in any other way comparable to self-induced vomiting. In almost every respect, this sequel is an improvement on its 2016 predecessor: Sharper, grosser, more narratively coherent and funnier overall, with a few welcome new additions. It’s a film willing to throw everything — jokes, references, heads, blood, guts, and even a little bit of vomit — against the wall, rarely concerned about how much of it sticks. Plenty of it does, plenty doesn’t, and your enjoyment of the film will be entirely dependent on how willing you are to ignore the mess left behind.

“Deadpool” was something of a gamble when Fox greenlit the original (or at least, what passes for a gamble where comic book blockbusters are concerned): A hard-R satire of studio filmmaking’s biggest cash cows, with most of the humor coming at the expense of its own mother franchise, “X-Men.” The box office payoff, however, was staggering, meaning that the key dilemma facing “Deadpool 2” is how to reconcile the financial imperative to stay at the forefront of the comic movie wave with the creative need to remain just outside it, pointing and giggling.
For example, the film’s early viewers were given the now-typical strong-arm warning against spoiling any of its various twists, secrets and cameos, yet the very first frame is itself a spoiler of another recent comic book film. To spoil that spoiler would spoil the fun, although it won’t ruin much to note that this opening scene goes on to depict our disfigured antihero (Ryan Reynolds) being blown into a bloody cloud of limbs and viscera. He’s opted to commit suicide by building-leveling explosion, and the film flashes back six weeks to explain why.

Directed by, as the opening credits note, “One of the Two Guys Who Killed John Wick’s Dog,” the first 10 minutes of “Deadpool 2” feature roughly the same amount of spectacular bloodletting as both that film and its sequel combined, as wiseacre mercenary Deadpool slices a gruesome swath through waves of villainous henchmen. New helmer David Leitch (“Atomic Blonde”) clearly had a ball with his license to conjure maximum mayhem, but he pumps the brakes just when the proceedings are about to get truly unhinged, as Deadpool experiences a tragedy that saps his desire to go on living. Soon we’re back where we started, in his dingy apartment, as he strikes a cheesecake pose on top of several barrels of gasoline and flicks his lit cigarette.

Of course, the gruesome dismemberment of our protagonist is no huge deal: Having begun his first-film origin story as a self-described “wheelbarrow full of Stage 4 cancer,” Deadpool’s superhuman healing abilities mean he’s back in one piece in no time. Caring for him in the meanwhile is the galvanized goody-goody Colossus (Stefan Kapicic), who’s brought him back to Professor Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters. Negasonic Teenage Warhead (Brianna Hildebrand) is here, too, this time with a girlfriend (Shioli Kutsuna), and these off-brand stragglers from the proper X-Men universe offer the mercenary a chance at life as a superhero trainee.

Rushing into his first job with the crew he calls “an outdated metaphor for racism in the ’60s,” Deadpool attempts to talk down an angry teenage mutant named Randall (Julian Dennison), who’s making a scene hurling fireballs at the sinister authorities who run his orphanage. His attempts at empathetic heroism go south, and both he and the kid are shipped off to the Ice Box, a high-tech prison for mutants.

Surprisingly limiting itself to a single passing prison-rape joke, the screenplay (written by Reynolds himself, Rhett Reese and Paul Wernick) starts to fill in the outlines of an actual moral arc here, as Randall looks to Deadpool as a surrogate father figure, while Deadpool rebuffs every opportunity to play the protector — at least until the arrival of Cable (Josh Brolin, finally giving this franchise an iron-sphinctered straight man), a bio-enhanced super-soldier from the future, who smashes his way into the Ice Box intent on killing Randall.

Deadpool escapes and decides to pursue redemption by rescuing Randall with his newly assembled X-Force, a posse of simpatico superheroes who are “tough, morally flexible, and young enough to carry this franchise another 10 to 12 years.” These team-building sequences — from a deskbound interview process through to the group’s first mission — are easily the funniest in the film, but as far as franchise extension goes, only Domino is likely to appear in further installments. Charismatically played by Zazie Beetz, the character also represents this film’s most quietly subversive touch: As she puts it, Domino’s lone gift is a knack for being “extremely lucky,” which Deadpool initially doubts qualifies as a superpower. Once in battle, however, her ability to stride an improbably perfect path through mounting chaos makes her virtually indistinguishable from any other cinematic caped crusader.

At its best, the film resembles an ultraviolent Looney Tunes spinoff, with Reynolds once again going full Bugs Bunny behind either a mask or a mountain of makeup — his extremities all akimbo, his rapid-fire comic patter usually landing on just the right side of obnoxiousness. At its worst, there’s something mustily mid-’90s about its self-congratulatory rudeness, its sensibilities lying somewhere between a Farrelly brothers film and a Mountain Dew commercial. Lurking behind its constant self-critiques — pointing out plot holes before you can, acknowledging when its puckish humor edges toward racism but making the joke anyway — is a strange combination of cleverness and cowardice, a self-inoculation against the very responses it goes out of its way to provoke. No matter how far “Deadpool 2” thinks it’s pushing boundaries, it makes sure that even when a gag falls flat, the joke is always on you.



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Director: Francis Lawrence

Starring: Jennifer Lawrence, Joel Edgerton, Matthias Schoenaerts, Charlotte Rampling

Genre: Drama, Mystery, Thriller

Released on: 02 Mar 2018

Writer: Justin Haythe (screenplay by), Jason Matthews (based upon the book by)

IMDB Rating: 6.8/10 (34,976 Votes)

Duration: 140 min

Synopsis: Ballerina Dominika Egorova is recruited to ‘Sparrow School,’ a Russian intelligence service where she is forced to use her body as a weapon. Her first mission, targeting a C.I.A. agent, threatens to unravel the security of both nations.
 thinking goes—and the fact largely is—that the six (perhaps soon to be five) major studios don’t put out mid-budget movies geared toward adults anymore. It’s all animated sequels and franchise movies broad and bland enough to appeal to big foreign markets. So when the rare one comes along—like Francis Lawrence’s spy thriller, Red Sparrow, out from Fox on March 2—those of us clamoring for some glossy, sophisticated entertainment really want it to be good. But maybe we’re putting too much burden on these endangered creatures, smothering them with all our desperate expectation. I think Red Sparrow might suffer that fate; when you’re looking for great, just fine starts to seem bad.

Or something. My point is, Red Sparrow is perfectly O.K., a handsomely mounted espionage drama that never really gets the blood up but proves to be passable, if graphic, entertainment here in the doldrums of late winter. Sure, I wish it were better, but I’ll take what I can get. (And, really, the fact that a $69 million movie would qualify as mid-budget is sort of insane.) Based on Jason Matthews’s novel, Red Sparrow is at its best when it lets itself be a little playful. Which doesn’t happen much. Most of the film is a dour, self-serious wallow—though not an unworthy one.
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There’s a lot of torture in this movie, and a good deal of rape and sexual assault. If all that doesn’t sound like a barrel of laughs, you’re right; it’s not. But Red Sparrow isn’t a miserabilist, sadistic movie. Lawrence (that’s Lawrence the director, not star Jennifer Lawrence) skirts the edges of the world of cruel, leering exploitation, but doesn’t go all the way. The film stays sober and clear-eyed, showing us all this unflinching violence not to titillate, I don’t think, but to alarm. Though alarm is titillation for some, isn’t it? And Red Sparrow certainly has its gaze aimed squarely at its heroine’s sexuality. The movie is predicated on it. So it’s hard to argue that Lawrence the director isn’t trying to stir up a particular kind of mood—for a portion of his audience, at least.

Maybe Red Sparrow is nothing more than torture-and-abuse porn given a classy polish after all. It’s possible I’m just not watching it incisively enough. But to me, the film reads as a bit more respectable than that—even a bit stuffier. This isn’t, say, Paul Verhoeven’s Red Sparrow, which I expect would generate a lot more controversy.

As is, Red Sparrow is a stately B-movie, enlivened by committed performances and striped with florid streaks of brutality. Lawrence the actress plays Dominika, a Bolshoi ballerina who suffers a terrible injury and is coerced into a new career as a sort of sex spy by her slippery government agent uncle, Vanya. (He’s played by Matthias Schoenaerts, and yes, he really is called Uncle Vanya.) We see Dominika’s intense training, led by a questionably accented Charlotte Rampling, as Dominika learns to use sex and desire as a weapon, exploiting people’s weaknesses and wants to extract information. But when her first assignment doesn’t go as planned, Dominika finds herself in a game of double and triple and even quadruple crosses, fighting to fulfill her mission—whatever that may actually be.

Which could make for a twisty, capery little thriller. But Red Sparrow is interested in heavier things, exploring themes of trust and duty and identity. These inquests don’t really yield any revelatory insights, but they give the movie a sort of prestige heft that is rare for the season.

None of this intensity would work if Lawrence (the actress) wasn’t selling it so well. While she too has a wobbly accent (everyone does; just go with it), she’s otherwise firmly in command of the picture, even in scenes when Dominika is captive and subjected to horrible things. She taps into some of that Winter’s Bone resolve and resourcefulness—though Dominika is miles away from Ree Dolly, both young women have a flitiness that doesn’t so much mask hurt and anguish as feed off of it, jiu-jitsuing pain into outward strength. I suppose that was true of Katniss Everdeen as well—Lawrence directed Lawrence in three of the Hunger Games films—but Dominika has more shaded motives than the girl from District 12. She is from Russia, after all.

I like Lawrence’s performance best when she actually gets to do some spy stuff, like in a centerpiece scene that feels flown in from a different movie, in which Dominika cultivates a boozy senatorial staffer played by Mary-Louise Parker (making the absolute most of a little). Here, Red Sparrow shows us a Dominika who’s a smooth pro, a mode I wish we saw her in more often. She’s so often being victimized—by marks, by her fellow Russians—that we don’t really get to enjoy watching her do what she’s been so rigorously trained to do. I wanted to see Dominika succeed, but Red Sparrow’s world (and maybe our world) is intent on punishing her.

Red Sparrow’s deceptively simple knot of intrigue—it involves a hunt for a mole in the Russian intelligence apparatus—holds our attention, even though the film stretches to an almost ungainly 140 minutes. (Part of wanting adult-oriented movies is learning to live with long movies, folks.) Lawrence enjoys some chemistry with her co-star Joel Edgerton, playing an American operative who’s onto Dominika’s deceptions. But just how onto them? That becomes one of the movie’s central questions. Red Sparrow spends a lot of time bouncing back and forth to the rhythm of “but does she know that he knows that she knows that he knows,” which quickly gets too repetitive and saps the movie of its stakes. If no one can fool anyone, then what are we all doing here?

Do you want to hear about the sex and violence, and the film’s frequent commingling of the two? Probably, as that’s certainly what the movie’s been marketed on. And, yes, it’s all there: the nudity, the torture, the shower scene. One particularly long interrogation sequence is almost operatically visceral: blunt and intimate and, worst of all, credible. There’s a brief but harrowing rape scene that is maybe the movie’s most direct courting of the problematic, ending in a bloody mess reminiscent of a particular scene in Gone Girl. But for all that—which is not to dismiss the severity or weight of these scenes, especially the ones of sexual assault—Red Sparrow feels oddly subdued by certain movie terms. It’s not an action movie by any means, and those expecting Atomic Blonde, with its mix of crunching violence and lurid innuendo, will be disappointed.

I expect this adult thriller for adults won’t do well in audience polling. It so steadfastly maintains its solemn rigor that it never generates much heat, despite the fact that it features Jennifer Lawrence doing a nude fight scene and all that. Which is a shame, because again, we want more movies like this. Or, maybe not like this—we could use fewer stories about the abuse and objectification of women told by men—but more movies that are similarly proportioned. There’s more than a glimmer of something engaging in Red Sparrow—a grim, sorrowful thriller with a keenly rendered texture—but the film gets tripped up as it both resists classification and invites all of it in. Is it a nasty little B-movie thriller or a somber and arty character study? A major star top-lined butt-kicking flick or a small showcase for an actress trying to assert herself into more adult roles?

Red Sparrow can’t figure that out, or refuses to figure it out, and loses itself in that ambivalence. It’s a funny irony, I suppose, that this movie born of the too-sparsely populated middle range ultimately seems so uncomfortable dwelling between its poles.After Jennifer Lawrence first stepped into the limelight with her performance as Katniss Everdeen in “The Hunger Games,” it seemed that she could do no wrong, as she went on to garner praise for her roles in “American Hustle,” “Silver Linings Playbook,” and “Joy.” However, Lawrence’s most recent roles have prompted a divided critical response,and her latest film, “Red Sparrow,” keeps in line with that trend.

“Red Sparrow,” helmed by “Hunger Games” director Francis Lawrence, is based on a bestselling novel by former CIA operative Jason Matthews. Lawrence stars as Dominika Egorova, a Russian ballerina turned spy, who uses her sexuality to manipulate her targets.  The film opts for a different route than the action-driven spy thrillers of recent history, like “Salt” and “Atomic Blonde.” Instead, “Red Sparrow” emphasizes its dialogue and twisting plot.  While early reception to the film among critics has been mixed, Lawrence’s performance has been consistently viewed as one of the film’s strong points.

In his review for Variety, Owen Gleiberman praised Lawrence’s acting abilities, writing, ” Lawrence, in this movie, shows you what true screen stardom is all about. She cues each scene to a different mood, leaving the audience in a dangling state of discovery. We’re on her side, but more than that we’re in her head. Even when (of course) we’re being played.” “Red Sparrow” hits theaters on March 2. Read some highlights of what the critics are saying below:

Variety‘s Owen Gleiberman:
“For the first time in a long while, a thriller revives Cold War tensions in a way that doesn’t feel corny, since the Russians, in ‘Red Sparrow,’ are standing in for the new world order: a global marketplace of people selling themselves. It’s no wonder spying is trickier than ever. With a century of espionage to draw upon, even the most undercover impulses are now out in the open.”

The Wrap’s Alonso Duralde:
“Neither intelligent enough to be involving nor fun enough to be trashy, this is a movie that would only work if it were a little worse or a lot better. ‘Red Sparrow’ is the sort of sumptuous, globe-trotting production that takes us to the Bolshoi, Budapest and London — not to mention the aforementioned “whore school,” where would-be spies are trained to be both deadly and seductive — but it’s the sort of listless affair where it’s easy to tune out and start noticing locations from other movies.”

The Guardian’s Benjamin Lee:
There’s an uncomfortable dissonance running throughout that results in a shifting, unsure tone and one wonders what film could have resulted from a steadier, yet wilder, hand (Brian De Palma would have had endless fun with it). The direction feels flat and passionless at times and while there are some impressive panoramic vistas, other stuffier scenes are so overly, clumsily lit that they’re clearly taking place on a set.

Independent’s Christopher Hooton:
“I wonder if Lawrence felt similarly indebted to her ‘Hunger Games’ director Francis Lawrence to make this movie, which seems to exist for little purpose other than to show her naked in as many ways as contractually obligable…A light and enjoyable thriller was probably on the cutting room floor here, but what ended up in theatres is a very long, straight-faced and weirdly morbid drama, that tries to make up for itself with some pretty extreme and nauseating violence.”

Indiewire’s Eric Kohn:
“The elegance of Francis Lawrence’s direction, cinematographer Jo Willems’ measured camerawork, and James Newton Howard’s ominous score adheres to a familiar set of beats, but it’s the rare big Hollywood mood piece and mostly satisfying on those terms. With so many solid ingredients, it’s unfortunate that ‘Red Sparrow’ doesn’t know when to stop, sagging into bland torture scenes and an underwhelming final showdown in its concluding act.”

Screencrush’s Matt Singer:
“I liked Lawrence a lot, and ‘Red Sparrow’s’ ending does deliver on the shocking revelations it’s promised. (It also leaves things wide open for a sequel, because of course it does.) But I also left the theater feeling like ‘Red Sparrow’ was missing something, that spark of the ineffable that separates a competent movie from an exceptional one, or makes you rush out to see a new version of an old concept instead of rewatching classics…There’s a sense throughout that everyone here is like Dominika when she’s forced to become a sparrow: Just going through the motions.”

Time Out’s Tomris Laffly:
“With its highbrow ‘Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy’–like ambitions unrealized, ‘Red Sparrow’ ultimately plays a lot simpler than it initially suggests, even if a cathartic conclusion rewards the patience of those with tough constitutions.”

AV Club’s Jesse Hassenger:
“A lavishly costumed, location-enhanced thriller, ‘Red Sparrow’ carries itself along briskly enough (even with a 139-minute running time, the most indulgent thing about it), but it’s never especially brain-twisting or nerve-wracking.”
Story: A career-ending accident leaves ballerina Domenika Egorova (Jennifer
Lawrence) with no choice. She is coerced into taking up her uncle’s sordid offer to support her ailing mother. The dancer becomes a ‘sparrow’, a Russian seductress-spy, who must sexually manipulate her targets to win their trust and source secret information for her country.

Review: One of her assignments expects her to befriend Nash, a CIA agent (Joel Edgerton), who can further lead her to a mole in the Russian intelligence service. However, things get tricky when she falls for Nash and he persuades her to become a double agent.

Based on a spy novel by Jason Matthews, Red Sparrow is a gripping but somewhat pointless thriller that overrates its own intelligence. Francis Lawrence and his star protagonist, lend a strange beauty to this obnoxiously bizarre film that feeds on violence and assault. An air of mystery surrounds every character and their intentions, which ups the intrigue and paranoia.

However, without any substantial gains at stake, Domenika’s ‘sexual sacrifices’ and manipulative games seem inconsequential. Even the sparrow training programme or in JLaw’s own words (whore school) which expects her to endure the perverse and sadistic activities, ends up looking dim-witted instead of dangerous. You chuckle when the instructor tells the new recruits in a stern voice, “Your body belongs to the state now.”

A torture porn with the sensibility of a 50 Shades… like erotic fantasy, Red Sparrow fails to take flight as the chilling spy thriller, you’d expect it to be. Even a decent climax is unable to salvage a sluggish buildup. Jennifer Lawrence’s terrible Russian accent and deadpan act, don’t help either.

Despite the genre and an attractive cast, the film’s mind games are way too tiring and uninspiring to arouse any emotions or thrill.
 'Hunger Games' vet Francis Lawrence reteams with star Jennifer Lawrence for a film about Russian sex spies.

A sex-and-spycraft yarn built for Cold War 2.0 — despite displaying next to no awareness of current tech, arguably this cold war's defining ingredient — Francis Lawrence's Red Sparrow sometimes seems to target the sort of Jennifer Lawrence fan who feels the recent Mother! didn't pay sufficient attention to the star's lightly clothed curves. What would a spy flick be without the male gaze? Well, it'd be something like John Le Carre — which this film, despite its focus on the strategic acquisition of foreign assets, definitely is not. Striking a sometimes uneasy balance between trust-no-one espionage and sensationalism, Sparrow seems likely to attract a fairly large audience but leave few moviegoers fully satisfied.

Based on the novel of the same name by former CIA operative Jason Matthews (a book whose depiction of spy-station dialogue inspired Langley's own book review to rave, "This is how it sounds, this is how it is done"), Justin Haythe's script tosses big chunks of the book out, despite the film's epic length. Gone is the emphasis on its heroine's synesthesia, in which she reads her targets' personalities as if they were color-coded; gone is the nitty-gritty of evasive street work. And while the novel was so attentive to its characters' diets that it ended every chapter with a recipe, the film has perhaps one shot of a character feeding herself, and it isn't appetizing.

Instead, Haythe and Lawrence hone in on a (presumably fictional) "Sparrow" program, in which young and attractive recruits of the Russian intelligence service, the SVR, go to school solely to be trained in the ways of seduction. Here, school's in session with a stern Charlotte Rampling educating both men and women. "Every human being is a puzzle of need," she tells them, insisting that knowing how to fill that unseen need will enable an operative to extract secrets and favors from foreign targets.
Jennifer Lawrence's Dominika Egorova, a star ballerina whose career is destroyed by a gruesome onstage accident, gets sent to Sparrow School by her uncle Vanya (Matthias Schoenaerts), a handsy sleaze who ranks high in the SVR. What uncle would send his niece to such a camp? The question is asked several times here, but more puzzling is why Dominika would go. Long story short, she thinks she's agreeing to a one-night stand of seduce-and-betray action so that Vanya will support her sick mother; when that night turns into an assassination, Vanya says she knows too much and will be killed if she doesn't go full-time.

After her somewhat intriguing stint at school, where students are forced to become unsentimental about their bodies and do what they're told with them ("Your body belongs to the state"), Dominika gets an assignment. Nate Nash (Joel Edgerton) is a CIA man who had to flee Russia after he's nearly caught meeting a high-level Russian intelligence officer feeding the Americans secrets. He's in Budapest now, and Dominika is to go there, win his trust and learn the identity of his mole.

Dominika, who until this point has radiated the kind of better-than-this defiance one expects from a ballerina asked to screw gross guys for her country, now slides into survival mode — doing what is demanded of her, but clearly looking for the angles that might make her something like a free agent again. One is tempted to draw parallels between the character and Lawrence herself, who performs unimpeachably here but is better than the material.

Though she and Edgerton have adequate chemistry onscreen, the screenplay fumbles any heat it might have generated as the characters try to deceive and woo each other simultaneously. The cat's out of the bag nearly from the start, but Dominika and Nate still have to do-si-do a bit before they can actually start working together against the Ruskies. Dominika gets into some trouble with her Hungarian roommate and the leering bureaucrat assigned to monitor her work, then contrives a way to solve her problems: She'll intercept the chief of staff of an American senator, who has been planning to sell state secrets to Russia for a quarter-million dollars.

Mary-Louise Parker, as the American traitor, brings a welcome (and intoxicated) screw-'em-all attitude to her short sequence. But what the hell is up with those secrets? For reasons that are never hinted at, the information she's selling comes on a stack of six 3.5-inch floppy discs. That's right, kids: You can't even get a MacBook with a DVD drive anymore, but the sexiest spies in the world are evidently toting physical-media hardware that was obsolete sometime in the last century. (For those who never had to use the things, those discs would all together hold under 9 megabytes of data. The Lyft iPhone app is well over 100 megs; presumably, America's military satellite schematics are slightly more than that.)

Dominika and Nate enjoy something less than full success on this first assignment together, but in deference to the film's producers (whose "please no spoilers" letter to critics suggests they think the film is more surprising than it is), let's stop the synopsis here. It must be noted, though, that in a climactic action scene, the filmmakers require Dominika to do something very stupid and very implausible — not fun, spy-action implausible, but the head-smacking, "come on!" variety — so that a bad guy will live long enough to start a three-person stiletto battle.

The movie gets enough right (thanks largely to its top-shelf cast, which also includes Jeremy Irons and Ciaran Hinds on the SVR side) that a blatant cheat like that is galling — especially since it arrives well after the pic has abandoned the prurience it used to get the raincoat crowd in the door. (Its themes and occasional ogling aside, this is not a very sexy film.) Given current geopolitical realities, we're probably due for a big wave of Russophobic genre cinema. Red Sparrow helps get the ball rolling, but here's hoping we see better before Putin & Co's devastating use of social media makes all this one-on-one spycraft seem laughably quaint.

Production companies: Film Rites, Chernin Entertainment
Distributor: Twentieth Century Fox
Cast: Jenifer Lawrence, Joel Edgerton, Matthias Schoenaerts, Jeremy Irons, Mary-Louise Parker, Charlotte Rampling, Ciaran Hinds
Director: Francis Lawrence
Screenwriter: Justin Haythe
Producers: Peter Chernin, Steve Zaillian, Jenno Topping, David Ready
Executive producers: Garrett Basch, Mary McLaglen
Director of photography: Jo Willems
Production designer: Maria Djurkovic
Costume designer: Trish Summerville
Editor: Alan Edward Bell
Composer: James Newton Howard
Casting directors: Denise Chamian, Zsolt Csutak

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Director: Jon Turteltaub

Starring: Ruby Rose, Jason Statham, Rainn Wilson, Jessica McNamee

Genre: Action, Horror, Sci-Fi

Released on: 10 Aug 2018

Writer: Dean Georgaris (screenplay by), Jon Hoeber (screenplay by), Erich Hoeber (screenplay by), Steve Alten (based on the novel “Meg” by)

IMDB Rating: N/A/10 (N/A Votes)

Duration: 113 min

Synopsis: Five years ago, expert sea diver and Naval Captain Jonas Taylor encountered an unknown danger in the unexplored recesses of the Mariana Trench that forced him to abort his mission and abandon half his crew. Though the tragic incident earned him a dishonorable discharge, what ultimately cost him his career, his marriage and any semblance of honor was his unsupported and incredulous claims of what caused it – an attack on his vessel by a mammoth, 70-foot sea creature, believed to be extinct for more than a million years. But when a submersible lies sunk and disabled at the bottom of the ocean – carrying his ex-wife among the team onboard – he is the one who gets the call. Whether a shot at redemption or a suicide mission, Jonas must confront his fears and risk his own life and the lives of everyone trapped below on a single question: Could the Carcharodon Megalodon – the largest marine predator that ever existed – still be alive … and on the hunt?
The Meg Story: A 70-foot shark thought to be long extinct, returns from the depths of the ocean to attack an international deep-sea crew, leaving them to fend for their lives.

The Meg Review: Monster movies are meant to be CGI spectacles that make for mindless fun flicks. 'The Meg' is no different with its straightforward premise. Hollywood's obsession with sharks date all the way back to 1975, so this film is mainly an excuse for Jason Statham to take on a massive shark underwater. A big enough action star like Statham calls for a decent budget to be committed to this endeavour. This is evident as the CGI is a few notches higher to make it appear better than a B-grade flick.

Jason Statham knows exactly what he signed up for, and he has the right amount of fun playing Jonas Taylor, a retired rescue diver who is called back into action. Statham's training as a diver comes handy here, and he commits to the role with a sincerity that does the film a huge favour. Chinese actors Li Bingbing & Shuya Sophia Cai have interesting chemistry with each other and are the only actors besides Statham to watch out for. The rest of the cast is practically redundant, and therefore dispensable. The screenplay doesn't give the audience much to care about – the sentimental scenes don’t resonate too deep, and the comedy doesn’t hit home either. So when the scenes don't involve sharks or the actors mentioned before, it's hard to stay focused on the proceedings.

Perhaps the biggest drawback is the writing which does not narrow down on the film’s tonality. There are points where it takes itself a little too seriously, and others when it aims straight for cheesy popcorn blockbuster status. Little surprise then that director Jon Turteltaub doesn’t know what kind of film he’s making either. The momentum picks up towards the end when the monster mayhem escalates to bigger proportions, but it turns out to be too little, too late. Even if mega-sharks and Statham are enough to lure you to ‘The Meg’, check your expectations before you dive in.


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    A deep-sea submersible-part of an international undersea observation program has been attacked by a massive creature, previously thought to be extinct, and now lies disabled at the bottom of the deepest trench in the Pacific...with its crew trapped inside. With time running out, expert deep-sea rescue diver Jonas Taylor is recruited by a visionary Chinese oceanographer, against the wishes of his daughter Suyin, to save the crew and the ocean itself from this unstoppable threat: a pre-historic 75-foot-long shark known as the Megalodon.

    What no one could have imagined is that, years before, Taylor had encountered this same terrifying creature. Now, teamed with Suyin, he must confront his fears and risk his own life to save everyone trapped below...bringing him face to face once more with the greatest and largest predator of all time.

We're going to need a bigger boat for all these shark movies.

On the tail of "The Shallows," ''47 Meters Down," ''Dark Tide" and, of course, the seminal "Sharknado," comes "The Meg," the latest in a growing school of shark movies, all of which, to varying degrees, use our fond memories of "Jaws" as bait to reel us back in the water again. The hook on this one? Bigger shark.

To my disappointment, the title of "The Meg" does not refer to Meg Ryan (though it's nice to imagine an action movie revolving around Jason Statham making precarious escapes from the "When Harry Met Sally..." star). No, the titular Meg of Jon Turteltaub's thriller is the Megalodon, which sounds like either a "Transformers" character or a heavy metal band.

It is, in fact, a prehistoric underwater dinosaur, a kind of supersized shark that went extinct more than 2 million years ago. According to scientists, they could grow up to 60 feet long. According to Hollywood producers, it's more like 75 feet or more. In "The Meg," a Megalodon's dorsal fin sticking out from the water looks from afar like a catamaran.

Naturally, history could not keep such a predator so perfect for today's movies all to itself, especially when one could be strategically found somewhere in the Pacific, conveniently close to the world's second largest movie market, China. Based on Steve Alten's "Meg: A Novel of Deep Terror," ''The Meg" has been in development for some two decades, only to finally emerge as American-Chinese hybrid production.

A state-of-the-art underwater research facility, bankrolled by a cocky young billionaire (Rainn Wilson), uncovers a deeper realm of the Mariana Trench that has for centuries been separated from the rest of the ocean by a cloudy, cold membrane. Soon after a research expedition pushes through the layer in a submersible, they are attacked by an unseen creature, cutting them off from the base above.

For the rescue mission, 11,000 meters down, the team reluctantly turns to the only expert at such a deep dive: Jonas Taylor (Statham). The chief researcher, Dr. Minway Zhang (Winston Chao), elects to quickly bring Taylor out of retirement (he's living above a bar in Thailand) against the warnings of Dr. Heller (Robert Taylor), who believes Taylor reckless for an earlier deep-water nuclear submarine rescue where as many died as lived.

Statham, the sleek, gravelly voiced action star, is lured back underwater because one of the three people trapped — Lori (Jessica McNamee) — happens to be his ex-wife. With remarkably little trouble, he goes from boozing in Thailand to easily piloting a vessel straight down to the seafloor. Statham, sometimes a one-man show, here has a fairly large ensemble around him, one assembled to appeal to moviegoers both East and West. Chinese actress Li Bingbing stars as the divorced single-mother daughter of Dr. Zhang, and Taylor's love interest. Also in the mix as crew members are Ruby Rose ("Orange is the New Black") and Page Kennedy.

But the main draw in "The Meg" is obviously the giant shark which, after years stuck at the bottom of the sea, is awfully hungry. There are the expected close scrapes, surprisingly good production design, PG-13 rated chompings and fluctuating levels of even giant-shark-movie plausibility. What is it about sharks that inspires such absurdity in plots? Much of "The Meg" aims for a familiar popcorn mix of frights and ridiculousness that may well do the trick for cheap August thrills, or those who pine for, say, "Deep Blue Sea."

"The Meg" is best when it acknowledges its derivativeness, just one more silly shark movie in an ocean full of them. Its finest moment is when Statham, having willingly jumped into the water near the Megalodon, channels Dory and murmurs to himself: "Just keep swimming."

"The Meg," a Warner Bros. release, is rated PG-13 by the Motion Picture Association of America for action/peril, bloody images and some language. Running time: 113 minutes. Two stars out of four

 critic's rating:  3.0/5
Morris (Rainn Wilson), a billionaire, puts together a team of scientists and deep sea explorers to study the oceans. They come across the theory that there is another world waiting to be explored beneath the sea bed in Chinese waters. They penetrate the cloud layer (yes the science has gone for a toss here) formed some thousands of meter down and indeed find a new pocket of unexplored territory teeming with never seen before sea flora and fauna. They are attacked by a giant squid and then by a Meg. The Meg is a megalodon, a supposedly extinct 90-foot shark that could bite a whale in half and still has room for more in its stomach.

Our motley crew of characters include Zhang (Winston Chao) and his daughter, Sunyi (Li Bingbing), a single mother with a cute daughter Meiying (Shuya Sophia Cai). Lori (Jessica McNamee),  who happens to be ex-wife of Jason Statham’s character, Toshi (Masi Oka), and a character called “The Wall” (Ólafur Darri Ólafsson) go beneath the ‘clouds’ in a special Mars explorer like vehicle and get stuck there. Mac (Cliff Curtis), calls upon his former buddy, celebrated deep sea rescuer Jonas Taylor (Jason Statham) to rescue them. He’s a borderline alcoholic but agrees for the last mission because, well, his ex-wife’s life is at stake. He has bad blood with the onboard doctor, Heller (Robert Taylor), which gets resolved during the course of the film. Jaxx (Ruby Rose) and DJ (Page Kennedy), are also included in this varied cast.

The film carries forward the spirit Jaws (1975) but thankfully deviates from the tropes put in place by the cult classic and follows its own course. Jon Turteltaub has kept a relentless pace throughout. The shark here is seen as a supernatural entity and not really a deranged killer as seen in Jaws and its derivatives. And there is a nice twist in the middle to keep you hooked till the end. The CGI creature keeps changing its size however. And somehow, you stop being afraid of it after a while. Jason Statham fighting a prehistoric giant shark is a drool-worthy idea. You want him to do some absurd things like kick the shark on its nose or take a knife to it and kill it after a vicious bout of hand-to-hand combat. You keep waiting for such a moment to happen and it does come towards the end, where defying the laws of physics he goes against the monster with a harpoon. The only question you want to ask veteran director Jon Turteltaub, a man famous for such films as Cool Runnings and National Treasure, is that why did he make us wait so long for this moment. And why didn't he put more moments like this in the film.

Though there is a spark there between Sunyi and Jonas, the director has chosen not to ignite it further and it remains untended. It must be mentioned that the Chinese star Bingbing  isn’t just relegated to being eye candy and is seen seen taking risks and has as much screen time as Statham. A sign perhaps, of the growing clout of the Chinese market in Hollywood films. There are a couple of jokes about foreigners not speaking Chinese correctly, which further cements that idea.

The film, shot mostly at the sea, offers some stunning underwater scenes and some decent CGI. It hovers between being being a gloried B movie and a certified A movie. Jason Statham who is mostly seen in rescue vehicles doesn’t get enough action space, though a couple of his scenes with the shark, especially when he’s towed through the water away are totally worth his presence. If the film does well, be sure that other monstrous creatures are sure to surface from their secret hideout. Though the film doesn’t show an end which can take the sequel forward...



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Director: Larysa Kondracki

Starring: Rachel Weisz, Vanessa Redgrave, Monica Bellucci, David Strathairn

Genre: Action, Biography, Crime

Released on: 27 Oct 2011

Writer: Larysa Kondracki, Eilis Kirwan

IMDB Rating: 7.2/10 (28,156 Votes)

Duration: 112 min

Synopsis: Inspired by true events, Kathy (Rachel Weisz) is an American police officer who takes a job working as a peacekeeper in post-war Bosnia. Her expectations of helping to rebuild a devastated country are dashed when she uncovers a dangerous reality of corruption, cover-up and intrigue amid a world of private contractors and multinational diplomatic doubletalk.

Here is a film to fill you with rage. It is based on the true story of Kathryn Bolkovac, a police officer from Lincoln, Neb., who accepted an offer to join the U.N. peacekeeping mission in Bosnia. While there, she uncovered direct evidence that underage girls were being held captive and bought and sold in a profitable sex trafficking operation. When she presented her evidence to her superiors, it was ignored. When she persisted, she was fired.

There is more. The American private security firm, DynCorp International, whose operatives committed these crimes and tried to cover them up, is still employed by the U.S. government in Iraq and Afghanistan, and was used in Louisiana after Katrina. Although its activities were at the center of Bolkovac's report, she found that local police and U.N. peacekeepers themselves were also deeply involved.

Although "The Whistleblower" is a fictional film, these facts were supported by a British labor tribunal that investigated her claim against DynCorp, finding the corporation's defense "completely unbelievable." That high officials in the U.N. Human Rights Commission also were aware of the sex trafficking is unbelievable to me.

The movie, constructed as a relentless and frightening thriller, stars Rachel Weisz in one of her best performances, portraying Bolkovac as a quiet, intense woman who has heroism thrust upon her by the evidence of her own eyes. Investigating complaints of rape and forced prostitution, she visits private clubs where underage girls are exhibited and fondled, held captive, threatened with death and actually sold to individuals to take and do with what they desired.

These young women were lured to Bosnia under false pretenses. Their passports were taken so they could not escape across borders. Because of the curfews in effect in the area at the time, local citizens could not leave their homes at night, and so the customers at the clubs were, by definition, law-enforcement personnel not under curfew.

In her almost singlehanded investigation, Bolkovac is often seen in scary nighttime situations; walking down a street or entering her apartment seems risky. The movie is not above employing images of female vulnerability to manipulate us, and it succeeds. What makes it so effective is that Weisz doesn't play her character as any species of action heroine, but simply as a competent, dutiful cop who is naive enough to believe her job should be performed by the book. After she comes to know some of the victims personally, after they trust her, the job becomes more of a mission.

David Strathairn co-stars as Peter Ward, one of Bolkovac's few colleagues who seems trustworthy. Vanessa Redgrave plays Madeleine Rees, a real-life official of the Human Rights Commission, who offers moral support and also warnings that Bolkovac's life may be in danger. Monica Bellucci is Laura Levin, a bureaucrat who refuses to help repatriate young women, because, in cruel logic, they have no passports. And David Hewlett is Fred Murray, Bolkovac's superior officer, who is himself part of the cover-up.

The film's director and co-writer, Larysa Kondracki, infuses the film with an atmosphere of pervading male menace, which, after all, is based on facts and court findings. In wartime, the rape of civilians is often considered one of the spoils, and no doubt it is a morale-booster for troops who feel in danger. It is also a cruel blow against enemies — but these girls are not enemies but simply and pathetically victims.

The male world in which Bolkovac moves contains many men who regard her as a sex object, and see sexual aggression as an expression of their masculinity. In this boys' club, it is expected that members will go along, participate or turn a blind eye. There is unspecified but clearly sensed danger if they don't. On one hand, they can party and enjoy sex. On the other, they can lose their jobs, their salaries, their pensions and perhaps their lives.

For 20 years the news has reported from time to time of crimes alleged by employees of paid defense contractors. These cases rarely seem to result in change, and the stories continue. We can only guess what may be going unreported. "The Whistleblower" offers chilling evidence of why that seems to be so.

The Whistleblower is a 2010 film starring Rachel Weisz. I recently watched it for the first time. The drama is based on the experiences of Kathryn Bolkovac, a Nebraska cop who served as a peacekeeper in post-war Bosnia and exposed the U.N. for covering up a sex scandal.

Larysa Kondracki wrote and directed the fact-based film. Kathryn Bolkovac, the woman on whose real life experiences the film is based, sold the rights to her story to director Larysa Kondracki for $100, who then tried for 8 years to get it made. When Rachel Weisz finally signed on to do the film, it went ahead.

Rachel Weisz did a fantastic job in the grim drama. It was full of horrific images of sex slavery and abused women, which might be a trigger problem for some viewers.

The story was tense and dangerous, filled with betrayals and deceptions from those who should have been trying to stop the trafficking in women. Human trafficking is a billion dollar industry. Despite her courageous efforts to do something about it, Kathryn Bolkovac was unable to stop it. She finally took the story to the BBC in London, since everyone around her was on the take. The people she exposed went unpunished. They were sent home, nothing more.

Only two people helped her. Madeline Rees (Vanessa Redgrave) and Peter Ward (David Strathairn). Otherwise she wouldn’t have even been able to get the evidence she collected out of Bosnia-Herzegovina.

Human trafficking is still an important, on-going human rights problem. The film deserves watching for that reason alone. It stands on its merits as a terrific film with brilliant acting all around, especially from Rachel Weisz.

Kathy’s journey as she leaves Nebraska and enters into the new environment is well-paced. She slowly realizes the depth of the corruption around her. She becomes attached to one woman played by Roxana Condurache that she desperately wants to save. Bit by bit, she sees the conditions in which the women live, the kind of abuse they are subjected to. She learns who around her are slimy, greedy, predators – and they are everywhere.

She’s threatened and fired for stirring up trouble. She flees with the material she gave to the BBC. Then she sued for unfair dismissal, and won.

The real Kathy Bolkovac continues her activism fighting human trafficking. You can check her website, but it’s rather out of date about her activities. In 2015, she was nominated for a Nobel Peace Prize.

Not too far into The Whistleblower I was ready to chalk it up as another “inspired by a true story” feature wallowing in the misfortune of others as one person faces hardship in the face of many to set things right. It’s a familiar narrative that doesn’t make a film of this nature anything special and, for the most part, The Whistleblower is merely mediocre. But Rachel Weisz delivers a starring turn that gets better and better as the film wears on providing one reason for praise.

Making her feature film debut, The Whistleblower is directed and co-written by Larysa Kondracki and she has put something together that is not for the faint of heart. Set in 1999 it follows the true story of Kathy Bolkovac (Weisz) as she trades in her position as a Nebraska police officer for a job as a peacekeeper working for the United Nations in Sarajevo. Her decision was primarily money-based, but once she gets there she soon lands a position as the head of the U.N.’s Gender Office and stumbles onto a sex trafficking scandal involving members of the U.N., fellow peacekeepers, local police and just about every other authority in the region.

Kathy is forced to work through opposing factors such as the fact most of the guilty have diplomatic immunity and the girls that are being treated as “whores of war” are too afraid to speak out for reasons you will see in scenes that are disturbingly graphic. One scene in particular involving a lead pipe is so audibly disturbing, and goes on for so long, it’s quite hard to take.

This is a film primarily focusing on the ill-treatment of women and the growing rate of human trafficking. As a result it takes a singular focus on one character in particular, Raya (Roxana Condurache), a Ukrainian sex slave, whom Kathy has made it her personal mission to save.

As the stakes get raised the movie improves, primarily based on Weisz’s performance. Weisz is the only thing that keeps it going and in a scene late in the picture she really goes for it and lands a blow that elevates this film above its average origins, but she can’t deliver an overall saving grace.

The supporting cast includes small performances by Vanessa Redgrave, Monica Bellucci and David Strathairn. All three adding very little to the film. Redgrave and Strathairn’s performances are fairly typical with Redgrave playing the head of the Office of the United Nations High Commissioner for Human Rights (OHCHR) and Strathairn playing an Internal Affairs officer. Bellucci plays the ignorant head of the repatriation program serving as something of a quasi-villain but ultimately only servicing the story by adding a rather unnecessary wrinkle to a plot that wasn’t really needed.

None of this changes the fact Kondracki shows signs of being a top notch director with this serving as her feature debut. Her two lead characters are well established and she isn’t shy when it comes to the tough stuff. Had this film been able to figure out exactly what it wanted to be it could have been great, but at the very least we get an introduction to a director that could be entertaining us over the next several years and yet another solid performance to add to Weisz’s growing list

In the lineage of real-life David-and-Goliath movies in which intrepid seekers of the truth investigate malfeasance in high places, “The Whistleblower” deserves an honorable mention. This earnest film may not be as dramatically coherent or as gripping as “Serpico,” “All the President’s Men,” “Erin Brockovich” and “Silkwood,” to name four much-decorated Hollywood prototypes. But its revelations are, if anything, more devastating and far more immediate than the dirty deeds uncovered in those predecessors.

The directorial debut of the Canadian filmmaker Larysa Kondracki, this grueling exposé of human trafficking in postwar Bosnia teeters in an uneasy balance between quasi-documentary and fiction. Its most sickening moment shows the rape and torture of a rebellious young prostitute smuggled from Ukraine into a Bosnian backwoods brothel while other young “whores of war,” as one character dismisses human trafficking victims, are forced to watch.

But for all its high-mindedness, “The Whistleblower,” filmed largely in Romania, has a choppy, fumbling screenplay (by Ms. Kondracki and Eilis Kirwan) that lurches between shrill editorializing and vagueness while sorting through more characters than it can comfortably handle or even readily identify.

As Kathryn Bolkovac (Rachel Weisz), the movie’s slingshot-toting American heroine, marches into a political minefield, she seems strangely immune to danger until near the end of the film. “The Whistleblower” ultimately fizzles by withholding any cathartic sense that justice was done, or ever will be done, once Kathryn spills the beans to the British news media.

When the story begins, she is a police officer and a divorced mother living in Lincoln, Neb. Prevented from transferring to Atlanta to be nearer to her daughter, she impulsively accepts a lucrative job as a United Nations peacekeeping officer in Bosnia in 1999. The blunt, fearless Kathryn embraces her new job with a gusto that immediately raises eyebrows among her cynical co-workers, who look down at the Eastern Europeans they have been charged to help.

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Ms. Weisz’s feisty performance is the strongest element of “The Whistleblower.” She imbues Kathryn with the same stubborn-verging-on-fanatical zeal that Rose Byrne (whom Ms. Weisz physically resembles) brings to her character, Ellen Parsons, in the television series “Damages,” with which “The Whistleblower” shares a strain of paranoia.After demonstrating her mettle in prosecuting a case of domestic violence, Kathryn is offered a job in the United Nations Gender Affairs Office, working with the police to investigate rape, domestic abuse and sex trafficking. Her gumption earns her the admiration of Madeleine Rees (Vanessa Redgrave, in a cameo), the head of the United Nations Human Rights Commission, who remains an enigmatic, undeveloped character. The party-loving Kathryn also begins a casual affair with Jan (Nikolaj Lie Kaas), a fellow peacekeeping officer.

Kathryn comes face to face with the truth when she journeys to a bar in the countryside, where she discovers a nest of imprisoned young prostitutes who are so frightened that they refuse to talk to her. When she reports back to her smirking boss, Fred Murray (David Hewlett), and he mockingly asks her if she’s “going Columbo,” she realizes that he is part of a conspiracy of silence among her male co-workers. Even Laura Leviani (Monica Bellucci), the chilly head of the repatriation program, is of no help: she insists that bureaucratic rules leave her unable to rescue prostitutes whose passports have been confiscated by their kidnappers.

As Kathryn gathers evidence, including Abu Ghraib-like snapshots of the girls and their johns, a fuller picture begins to emerge of a lucrative, far-reaching operation involving the police and United Nations peacekeepers, many of them protected by diplomatic immunity. The more noise she makes to United Nations higher-ups, the more apparent it becomes that she is viewed as a troublemaking nuisance, and her job is terminated.The movie concentrates on Kathryn’s efforts to coax two terrified Ukrainian girls, Raya (Roxana Condurache) and her best friend, Irka (Rayisa Kondracki, the director’s sister), to identify their kidnappers. Kathryn recklessly promises Raya protection if she agrees to talk, with dire consequences. Near the end of “The Whistleblower,” a scene is awkwardly inserted in which Raya’s mother discovers that immediate family members sold her daughter into slavery.

Kathryn is so outraged by her discoveries that she has no room for panic. Her lack of caution suggests that only someone blindly immune to intimidation would rattle so many cages without fearing for her life. Some of the horrors in the book Ms. Bolkovac wrote about her experiences, including the fact that many of the trafficked girls were much younger than those shown in the movie, are softened.

Kathryn’s only ally is Peter Ward (David Strathairn, in ominously brooding, conspiratorial mode), an internal affairs specialist who, in the film’s most suspenseful scene, helps her smuggle evidence out of her office.

“The Whistleblower” tells a story so repellent that it is almost beyond belief. Its conclusion — that in the moral quagmire of war and its aftermath, human trafficking and corruption are collateral damage — is unutterably depressing.

“The Whistleblower” is rated R (Under 17 requires accompanying parent or adult guardian). It has a graphic rape, brutalization and strong language.

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Director: Giorgio Serafini

Starring: Dolph Lundgren, Vinnie Jones, Randy Couture, Gianni Capaldi

Genre: Action, Crime, Drama

Released on: 16 Oct 2013

Writer: Agustin

IMDB Rating: 3.9/10 (1,306 Votes)

Duration: 96 min

Synopsis: In the frenetic underbelly of Los Angeles, Agent Maxwell closes in on an international cocaine smuggling operation run by criminal mastermind Vincent Camastra. When Agent Beverly Royce goes undercover with the drug dealers and finds herself deeper than she can handle – the case becomes personal for Maxwell who has to combat ruthless killers and dirty cops in an all-out action filled finale to bring the criminals to justice.

A veteran DEA agent clashes with a crooked cop while pursuing a ruthless cocaine smuggler whose power is slipping in this action thriller starring Dolph Lundgren, Vinnie Jones, and Randy Couture. When ambitious mid-level drug dealers Eddie (Gianni Capaldi) and Frank (Daniel Bonjour) make a risky power grab, a violent underworld war threatens to erupt in the streets of L.A. Before long, DEA Agent Maxwell (Lundgren) is preparing to make his move against international cocaine kingpin Vincent Camastra (Jones), but as undercover Agent Beverly Royce (Carly Pope) dives ever deeper into the city's lucrative drug trade, corrupt cop Jack Reiley (Couture) starts to realize that his days of double-dealing are about to come to an end, and prepares to fight back with everything he's got.

Ambushed (in some regions called ‘Hard Rush’) is not a movie I was looking forward to.  It seemed to have come from the same people responsible for a recent Dolph/Vinnie Jones movie, ‘Blood Of Redemption’.  Now I rarely turn movies off, but I simply couldn’t suffer that movie for longer than 20 minutes or so.  This looked to be more of the same, but this time I at least made it ’till the end.  Does that mean it’s a better movie?  Probably, but could also mean I had more endurance in me this time around, for whatever reason.  There are some hot broads in this movie, that helped.  It’s also one of Dolph Lundgren’s best acting performances – for what little he appears in the movie.  Same for Randy Couture.

The plot is a mess.  Some guys want to make money from the drugs business, Randy Couture, bent cop, wants to make money from them.  Dolph Lundren, FBI, wants to gather evidence to bring in Couture, for doing that.  If that sounds halfway decent, trust me, it truly isn’t.  That’s a premise, the movie itself fails to follow up on it.  Instead, it insists on awful yet pointless ‘montages’ that look like something from Windows Movie Maker. There are giant holes in this ‘script’ where the plot was supposed to be, all of these stories go nowhere.  I could be wrong here, but I have two inclinations on why this is.  First, it’s a DTV movie, and we shouldn’t expect ‘The Departed’.  But second, and less forgivable, the ‘story’ seems to have been tailored towards who could make an extended cameo at that given time of shooting.  For example it seems like Vinnie Jones is the villain in the first half and Couture is the villain in the second half, almost like each took turns based on scheduling, at the expense of the story.

This kind of thing, aside ruining any narrative sense, is borderline false advertisement and a growing plague on the DTV industry.  Hire two or three C-Listers, who we might be marginally interested in, have them shoot for a few days then put them on the cover.  Then have have shit actors who no-one cares about eat up the actual screen time.  Which leads me to the main problem of this movie.  The two protagonists are really, really annoying.  DTV lifers, most people couldn’t be blamed for turning the movie off because of these two.  The movie could’ve survived the cheap and pointless montages and broken story problems, but it cant survive these two fucksticks.  Let me reiterate too, they’re the protagonists.  It fails, and it’s because of them.  They’re exceptionally shit actors and not 1/10th as charismatic as they believe themselves to be.  I don’t even want to waste any time talking about them any further, because there is one positive to finally sign off on.  Dolph, though appearing scarcely, gives a good performance, a side I haven’t seen of him before, actually.  Maybe it could’ve been a great turn, if it was a full role.  For that, and a ‘serviceable’ turn from Couture and Jones, also heavily MIA, it gets a 5/10 instead of a 3/10.

Once again, I feel conned.  Dolph, Randy and Vinnie Jones are on the cover.  Play the movie though, and get ready for two truly cringe worthy actors from Z-List hell trying too hard, and then some.

This should serve as a note to all up-and-coming young actors: If you find yourself faced with the choice of actually starving to death or earning a paycheck by landing a role in a movie such as 'Ambushed,' the choice is easy: you starve. Otherwise the shame that follows you from that moment on will truly be a fate worse than death.

Written and produced by Augustin (that's right, he goes by the same naming convention as, say, Madonna or Cher) and starring some recognizable faces such as 'Expendables' teammates, Dolph Lundgren and Randy Couture, this wannabe drugs-to-riches story not only comes across as lame, infantile and utterly amateurish, it also takes the cake as the most repugnant, puerile and ridiculously unwatchable movie of 2013.

Despite what most flicks of this ilk would have you think, layers of lazy nihilistic misanthropy, topped-off with a healthy helping of misogyny (there's an actual moment when a female undercover DEA agent engages in a slow-motion pillow fight with a drug dealer's girlfriend), and some half-baked ideas about capitalism and the inefficacy of the war on drugs don't make for much of a movie, especially when they have nothing pertinent or intelligent to say about nihilism, misanthropy, or, heaven forbid, capitalism and the drug war. And things are only made worse when all of the abovementioned defects find there way into a screenplay with little interest in things like pacing, character development or dialogue that doesn't sound like a pre-teen who – having just smoked his first cigarette after watching 'Scarface' for the eleventh time this month – is pretty sure he's got this whole complicated, bureaucratic, decades-long battle with drugs and the inherent questions of the legality/illegality of narcotic substances all figured out. What it all boils down to, however, is a string of surface-level deep pontifications on the drug trade smattered across 97 minutes of tedious action-movie larking about that manages to forget most of its cast and subplots about halfway through the movie. 

'Ambushed' opens up on Frank (Daniel Bonjour), who is at the tail end of his journey from being a strip club owner to wannabe drug kingpin who's looking to retire and settle down with his conservative girlfriend Ashley after finally making his big score. Augustin is clearly attempting to juxtapose the two facets of Frank's life – namely, his suburbananite-in-the-making façade that he presents to his girlfriend and her WASP-y family, and the down-and-dirty drug dealer who'll kill a colleague just to get ahead – but he only winds up painting two slightly different pictures of the same incompetent and detestable moron. From beginning to end, Frank is supposed to be the audience's surrogate, taking them on a wild ride through the criminal underbelly via his completely unnecessary voiceovers that make him less of a tour guide and more an insufferable dolt, espousing insipid didacticisms intended to be poignant, meaningful and edgy.

The rest of 'Ambushed' concerns an anemic plot revolving around a dirty cop played by Randy Couture, trying to make one last cash-grab before retirement, and Dolph Lundgren, the DEA agent trying to bring everyone down. Meanwhile, Frank and his loose cannon (read: dimwitted, yet volatile) partner Eddie (Gianni Capaldi) wind up in a sure-to-end-badly business deal with Vinnie Jones' kingpin, Vincent Camastra that last all of five minutes and begs anyone watching to actually care. Now, it's possible there are people who think characters like Frank and Eddie are interesting to watch, and they maybe even identify with them in some way or another, but these characters are not only completely loathsome, they're dull and dumb as hell. Why anyone would ever develop a film around characters like them is the only semi-worthwhile question that comes from watching this movie.

Amateurish movies are sometimes entertaining based on the pure ineptitude that's on display, and 'Ambushed' feels like it should at least be that kind of movie. Instead, it winds up being the kind of flick that was made for the sake of hammering out semi-serviceable manufactured goods and somehow spinning them into cash for the producers. This is the epitome of a soulless manufactured product that is completely and utterly devoid of artistry, creativity, purpose, and intelligence. When a film can't even be enjoyed for how fruitless and awful it is, then it is truly a failure in every respect. 

If nothing else, 'Ambushed' should be commended for nearly having as sloppy and banal an image as it does a storyline. To be fair, there are some moments in the film where the picture actually approaches something along the lines of a cinematic image, but most of the time the 1080p AVC/MPEG-4 encoded transfer just comes across looking shallow, washed-out, or otherwise far too sterile.

For the most part, the image here vacillates between a disastrous camcorder-y presentation – complete with bargain-basement stock footage of Los Angeles – and some semi-competent digital cinematography that actually makes good use out of some of the locations in which the movie was shot. As the image is actually so uneven, there are moments when the contrast and use of filters is so high it looks B-roll from a training class on what not to do when making a film, while other times, such as Frank's cliffside heart-to-heart with Eddie, the image actually produces some clear, distinct facial features and a convincingly warm golden hue to denote time of day and location. And while there is a great disparity between the good and the bad portions of the film, when it actually does look good, it is generally on par with that particular moment.

Otherwise, the image contains muted fine detail and even more muted or washed-out colors that give the film an uninteresting monochromatic look and diminish any appeal it might have otherwise had. At best, this is an uneven image that has flashes of brilliance in a package that is otherwise a letdown.

As is their MO, Starz/Anchor Bay have chosen to slap a Dolby TrueHD 5.1 mix onto 'Ambushed' and the result is a fairly nice, but standard action-movie sound that struggles at times with balance between dialogue and sound effects or score, but manages to deliver them individually on a somewhat competent-sounding level.

For the most part, dialogue is clear, though it can be problematically low at times (which could be a blessing in disguise) and occasionally becomes muddled when the film's soundtrack or sound effects begin to take over. Thankfully, during the climactic sequence, there's little in the way of dialogue, so the film can focus primarily on the rain effects and making the brutal punches and kicks of Randy Couture and Dolph Lundgren sound as thunderous as they look. In that regard, there is not only a nice sense of directionality on the mix, but also the ability to generate an immersive environment (á la the rain) that extends through multiple channels in a dynamic fashion.

If only the mix could have managed this level of intensity on a more consistent level, then it would have been the best part of an incredibly disappointing movie. As it stands, this uneven and spotty mix is just another slip-up in a movie that's loaded with them. 

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Director: Sydney Pollack

Starring: Meryl Streep, Robert Redford, Klaus Maria Brandauer, Michael Kitchen

Genre: Biography, Drama, Romance

Released on: 20 Dec 1985

Writer: Karen Blixen (based upon: “Out of Africa” and other writings), Judith Thurman (book), Errol Trzebinski (book), Kurt Luedtke (screenplay)

IMDB Rating: 7.2/10 (60,447 Votes)

Duration: 161 min

Synopsis: Follows the life of Karen Blixen, who establishes a plantation in Africa. Her life is Complicated by a husband of convenience (Bror Blixen), a true love (Denys), troubles on the plantation, schooling of the natives, war, and catching VD from her husband.

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Dr. Zhivago goes to Africa. In other words, a film whose "look" overwhelms its characters. Although the scenes with Brandauer, in the beginning, are pretty good, leading you to hope that maybe you haven't signed on to watch an exercise in boredom, along comes Redford and his love scenes with Streep, which resemble nothing so much as an extended Ralph Lauren ad, and whatever interest you may have experienced is effectually extinguished. Solid C.

All the cinematic elements of this movie as a collective whole are perfection in my opinion, and they've done proper justice to an amazing real life story. I think it's one of the best movies ever made.

An epic, picturesque romantic tale based on Baroness Karen Blixen's memoir. Streep was Oscar-nominated for her role as Blixen, Redford is solid as her adventurous lover, Brandauer won the Golden Globe for his role as Blixen's husband. Streep and Redford have great chemistry and their relationship makes the film. Winning 7 Oscars for Best Picture, Pollack as Best Director, Adapted Screenplay, Cinematography, Production design, Score and Sound. Sweeping with intelligent directing, great performances and magnificent photography. I give it a 5/5.

Nominated for 11 Academy Awards, won 7, not the least of which was Best Score. There is simply nothing to dislike about this film. The acting is superb. The cinematography cannot be equaled, as Kenya is just gorgeous. The score is something you can listen to over and over again. And, if you do not know who the real Karen Blixen is, you should research her and her life. She was an extraordinary woman and a district in Kenya called Karen is named after her. Mention has to be made her of the on-screen chemistry between Redford and Streep. It sizzles and it is very easy to transition their roles into the real lives of Blixen and Finch Haddon. Blixen's husband, Bror, was a rotter and a womanizing philanderer who gave Blixen syphilis in the first year of their marriage. She should have died from the arsenic treatments that were used to treat her but she survived with permanent numbness in her legs. She divorced Bror but it was too late for her and Finch Haddon, as he died in a plane crash. I cannot imagine what that was like for her. She did persevere and went on to write "Out of Africa" and the great "Babette's Feast" plus other books. Do see this film and do find out about Karen. Both are worth delving into, even though it is gut-wrenching at times! What a film! What a woman!

Great acting,watched it for the story between Redford & Streep,then discovered her handsome husband and even handsomer friend,Berkeley Cole.Michael Kitchen is still gorgeous in just released season 7 of Foyle's War.Have to admit I was riveted every time he was onscreen.Beautiful African countryside.So much an improvement on Mogambo w/Gable,Gardner.This movie really had something to say.

The true story of an amazing woman who defied the cultural expectations of her generation. Streep gives a great preformance portraying this character whose real life was more dramatic than most fiction. The colonialism of the European countries is examined as a subtext in this film and is in itself a provocative subject. A must see film.

I have to say that I believe Meryl Streep to be the best female actor of contemporary times. Every role she undertakes, she masters with sheer perfection. Her range is limitless, her abilities are boundless and her beauty is ageless. The chemistry generated between herself and Robert Redford is classic. It's easy to see how, with such a magnificent backdrop and such great acting, this film garnered the industry's highest award. Great Film, superb direction and spectacular production.

I caught most of the film Out of Africa in December when it was shown on TCM. I had not seen it since I saw it at the movies when it came out. Well, it was like seeing if for the first time for me. I have grown emotionally and time and raising a family has brought a new prospective on things. I cried at parts I didn't even remember were in the movie, and have thought about it so many times since seeing it a few weeks ago. I would suggest to anyone who has not seen it in some time, to watch it again. The music in it is haunting. Happy viewing!

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