No Caine, No Gain

As you read this review, my recommendation would be to go to Youtube and search for the song “Smile” (there are several versions, I would recommend Nat King Cole’s) – and listen to it in the background. Playing a part in both the trailer and film Joker (2019), the poignant lyrics (by John Turner and Geoffrey Parsons) tells you that, “If you smile through your fear and sorrow Smile and maybe tomorrow You’ll see the sun come shining through For You.”, even while the beautifully melancholic melody (written by Charlie Chaplin) tells you a wholly different story. . . one of a smiling clown truly hiding a frown. Also look for a special screening of Chaplin’s Modern Times that plays a part in the film – The Tramp playing the clown despite the crippling burden people and society have put on him.

I’ve always been a fan of horror films that leave the monstrous villain lingering hidden in the darkness. . . viewers’ minds bringing forth much scarier visions than what would usually come by way of CGI or makeup. A film that faithfully follows this rule (both literally and figuratively) is the 2016 horror flick Lights Out, directed by David F. Sandberg. Based off of the director’s own 2013 short film of the same name

If, for whatever reason, you are looking for some advice on kissing, then Good Boys, directed by Gene Stupnitsky, is probably not where you should be starting your search. Written by Stupnitsky and Lee Eisenberg, and produced by Seth Rogen, it is like Superbad for tweens. . . instead of a triumvirate of friends looking for alcohol to impress as they head to a party (hoping to finally get laid), this story finds three buddies on a quest to learn how to kiss before going to their first kissing party – they must also try to track down a new drone after destroying one. This is Good Boys narrative in a nutshell.

Reworking the spaghetti western one strand at a time, Quentin Tarantino updates the Italian sub-genre for the modern age, 2012's Django Unchained, an epic tale of lost love and hopeful reunion. . . and, of course, bloody revenge. Following a charmingly charismatic and cunning bounty hunter. . . who used to be a dentist, Dr. King Schultz (Christoph Waltz) is a master planner who has a flair for the dramatic. Tracking down a slave named Django (Jamie Foxx), he needs the man to help him finger his next set of criminals (setting him free for the task). Without giving away what happens on the first bounty Django joins him on, it is the quintessential mix of Tarantino humour combined with bloody violence – a scene of utter perfection.

Once upon a time. . . in Hollywood, a young man named Quentin was fascinated with all things movies. So much did he love those moving pictures of the silver screen that he found a job at the Video Archives, a rental store in Manhattan Beach, California. And, almost like a fateful fairy tale scene in one of his beloved movies, a young Tarantino somehow found his way into the business, becoming a director of success and acclaim. Utilizing his unique vision, he re-purposed those films that he devoured in his long hours at the video store, bringing history alive with a modern spin, melding past and present in most unique ways. With a romantic brainstorm, the acclaimed filmmaker decided that ten motion pictures would encompass his entire filmography, making his most recent effort, Once Upon a Time ... in Hollywood, his second last, a narrative that turns a loving eye to his fantastical hometown – all I’m missing is voice over work from Kurt Russell, and I’ve got the beginnings of my intro to a documentary on the man. A revisionist history of 1969 Los Angeles, Quentin Tarantino writes and directs his least focussed picture, a meandering love letter to the City of Angels. Born in 1963, the filmmaker, who was only the tender age of six the year the movie is set, utilizes his vast knowledge of television and movies to build a vivid picture of that time. Though, by doing so, it also makes for his least accessible feature to date. . . for not only is there graphic violence, much like all of his other pictures, but, to my estimation, you also have to be a passionate film history buff while also needing to have a love for the way movies are crafted to truly appreciate what Tarantino is doing here.

A surprisingly original, unique and sharp take on video games (playing on numerous 90s video game tropes), Jumanji: Welcome to the Jungle updates the original Jumanji board game premise for the twenty-first century. An interesting layer of meta finds Jake Kasdan directing – son of Lawrence Kasdan (co-writer of The Empire Strikes Back, Raiders of the Lost Ark. . .), Welcome to the Jungle comes off as a quasi-combination of the two. . . the foursome who centre the feature are a ragtag team like in Star Wars, while the jungle adventure will immediately remind many of an Indiana Jones archaeology adventure – never a bad idea to create a hybrid of two of the most popular franchises in American history.