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Now Playing In Memphis: Video Games and Video Art

Everybody’s favorite plumber-jumper gets a moment in the spotlight. The previous attempt to make The Super Mario Bros. Movie in the 1990s was an epic train wreck, but this one is animated and getting good buzz from audience, if not from critics. The all-star voice cast includes Chris Pratt, Anya Taylor-Joy, Jack Black, Seth Rogan, Fred Armisen, and Keegan-Michael Key, But will it escape the curse of video game adaptation? Spoiler alert: The princess is in another castle. 

In 1984, Nike was a struggling athletic shoe company on the verge of bankruptcy. Then they struck sponsorship deal with a young basketball player named Michael Jordan. Ben Affleck returns to the director’s chair for Air, the origin story of modern sneaker culture, with Viola Davis as Jordan’s mother Deloris and Matt Damon as Nike exec Steve Vaccaro. 

The winner of the 2023 Sundance Grand Jury Prize, A.V. Rockwell’s A Thousand And One film is the story of a poor, Black single mother trying to raise her son in New York City. Triple threat Teyana Taylor stars in what is being called the performance of the year. 

Come to John Wick: Chapter 4 for the great Keanu Reeves gun-fu-ing his way through hordes of assassins who disrespected his dog or something. Stay for the scene stealing turn by action movie legend Donnie Yen.  

Nam June Paik was the first, and many say still the greatest, video artist. The Japanese-Korean had a strong connection with Memphis — his last commission, Vide-O-belisk was created for the Memphis Brooks Museum of Art. On Thursday, April 14, Crosstown Theater will host the Memphis premiere of a new biographical documentary about the trailblazer, Nam Jun Paik: Moon is the Oldest TV.

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Now Playing in Memphis: Dungeons & Dragons & Pathos

Break out your d20s and Mountain Dew, it’s D&D weekend at the movies.

Dungeons & Dragons: Honor Among Thieves is the fourth attempt to adapt the mother of all role playing games for the big screen. With Chris Pine in the lead, supported by an ensemble who understand the assignment, it’s the first one that actually succeeds as a movie. DMs and PC everywhere will enjoy visiting Baldur’s Gate and thrill to the Displacer Beast cameo, but it’s broadly entertaining enough for the uninitiated.

But let’s say dragons ain’t your thing. In a perfect bit of counter-programming, this is also the weekend Sundance Grand Jury Prize Winner A Thousand and One goes broad. (This is a very different “Grand Jury prize” from the one He Who Will Not Be Named just won.) Director A.V. Rockwell’s story of maternal love and systemic racism in New York City stars triple-threat Teyana Taylor (last seen opposite Eddie Murphy in Craig Brewer’s Coming 2 America) as a single mom struggling to stay out of prison and raise her son Terry, played at three different ages by three different actors. I’m issuing a Three-Hanky Cry alert for this one.

The Great Keanu continues to tear up the box office with John Wick: Chapter 4. Directed by ace stuntman Chad Stahelski, these films represent the pinnacle of action choreography. In fact, I would argue that they’re essentially dance movies, and place Reeves in the proud tradition of Fred Astaire and Gene Kelly — but y’all ain’t ready for that conversation yet.

On Monday (April 3rd) at Studio on the Square, Indie Memphis brings the French film The Five Devils to the Bluff City. This wildly imaginative debut from director Léa Mysius looks incredible.

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Bill & Ted Face the Music: An Antidote to Darkness

We are all time travelers. We’re not the kind that jump in a blue police box and teleport to the Aztec Empire, but the kind who go into the future one second at a time. It is what defines us. “Clearly, any real body must have extensions in four directions,” wrote H.G. Wells in The Time Machine. “It must have Length, Breadth, Thickness — and Duration.”

One thing that has had an unexpectedly long duration is Keanu Reeves’ career. At least, it would have been unexpected in 1989, if all you had seen him in was Bill & Ted’s Excellent Adventure. Reeves had been acting for years, most notably as a pot-addled high schooler named Matt caught up in the murder of a classmate in 1987’s River’s Edge. Reeves used a simplified version of Matt to get laughs as Theodore “Ted” Logan in the slight, sci-fi comedy.

Keanu Reeves and Alex Winter are back in Bill & Ted Face the Music.

While the hit film made him a star, the role would haunt him. Reeves, in real life a serious actor who had done Shakespeare in his native Canada, was permanently associated with the airhead Southern California stoner persona. Even in 1999, when he starred in the epochal megahit The Matrix, it was hard not to hear Ted when Neo said “Woah! I know kung fu!”

In 2020, Reeves is one of the most famous people in the world, universally respected in the film community as that rarest of birds: a genuinely nice guy in Hollywood. These days, Reeves leverages his personae and immense physical talents as John Wick, the sad-eyed, retired assassin whose quest for revenge was prompted by the murder of his dog. But for years, there had been rumors and rumblings of a third Bill & Ted movie, doggedly pushed by Reeves’ co-star turned producer, Alex Winter. Now, as theaters struggle to reopen during the coronavirus pandemic, Reeves and Winter return to the roles that made their careers with Bill & Ted Face the Music.

William Sadler (below, center) as Death goes solo, leaving Wyld Stallyns without their most excellent bassist.

The dirty secret of Bill & Ted’s Excellent Adventure and Bill & Ted’s Bogus Journey is that, despite presenting as goofy comedies, they’re actually quite well-written. After the thinly veiled socialist allegory of Wells’ The Time Machine made time travel stories a fantasy fad, writers have gotten their kicks playing fast and loose with cause and effect. Part of the joke of Bill and Ted has always been that their wide-eyed naiveté allows them to instantly grasp the possibilities time travel offers. In the first film, they are a couple of metalheads about to crash and burn at a high school history class presentation when a guy from the future named Rufus, played by George Carlin in one of his final roles, appears to reveal their destiny: They will write a song powerful enough to unite the world in peace and harmony, ushering in a utopian new age.

When Bill & Ted Face the Music begins, it’s 30 years later, and the pair of platonic life-partners are still trying to write that song. In the 1990s, their band Wyld Stallyns scored some big hits, once they got Death (William Sadler) on bass. But the classic lineup broke up when Death tried to go solo (there were lawsuits) and now Wyld Stallyns are playing weddings. But they never gave up on their quest to fulfill their destiny. They open their wedding set with a preview of their new song, “That Which Binds Us Through Time: The Chemical, Physical, and Biological Nature of Love, an Exploration of the Meaning of Meaning, Part 1.”

Wyld Stallyns may have progressed musically, but the world is not ready for Ted’s theremin acumen. His indefatigable spirit finally broken, Ted is ready to hang it up when they have yet another visit from the future. This time it’s Kelly (Kristen Schaal, great as usual), Rufus’ daughter, who summons them to a meeting with The Great One (Holland Taylor).

The future utopians are not pleased with Wyld Stallyns’ lack of progress, and tell them they have only a few hours left to write the perfect song that will unite humanity. Naturally, their reaction is to travel to the future, when they have already written the song, and bring it back with them — leading to a series of hilarious confrontations with different versions of their future selves. Meanwhile, the duo’s daughters Thea (Samara Weaving) and Billie (Brigette Lundy-Paine) set off on a temporal odyssey of their own to recruit the ultimate band to play their fathers’ song.

I have great admiration for films that know exactly what they want to do and spend all their time doing it. These are dark, scary times, and all Bill & Ted Face the Music wants to do is entertain you for 92 minutes. It’s light on its feet and consistently funny. But what makes it a winner is the fundamental decency of the characters. Bill and Ted never lost their idealism. All they want to do is rock the world, but when ultimate triumph depends on putting aside their rock star egos, they don’t hesitate. We could use a lot more Wyld Stallyns in our world.
Bill & Ted Face the Music
is now playing online, at the Malco Summer Drive-In, Palace Cinema, and Hollywood 20 Cinema.

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John Wick: Chapter 3 — Parabellum

I have a theory about reality television.

I have a lot of theories, and if you ever meet me and don’t move fast enough, I’ll tell you about them. Here’s my theory of reality television: It’s representative of the way television producers see the world. The scourge of reality television as we know it today began with The Real World in 1992, when two MTV producers who set out to do a youth-oriented soap opera like Beverley Hills 90210 decided they didn’t want to pay writers. What are TV shows, after all, but attractive young people standing in front of cameras, saying words? The producers never really understood what value writers or actors or costumers added to the product of attractive people standing in front of cameras saying words, and they bet no one else did, either.

They were not entirely wrong. In fact, since The Real World has run almost as long as The Simpsons, (which cost exponentially more to produce), you could say they were entirely correct in their assumption that putting nonunion attractive people in front of a camera and telling them to say something would fool audiences into thinking a television show was taking place. The audience accepted the rough edges, which were entirely the result of the producers’ cost cutting, as signs that what they were seeing was “real.” Conflict sells, but that can be contrived by manipulative editing. The more cynical the vision, the more successful the show. You could put any old loudmouth idiot on TV, such as the loudmouth joke of the New York tabloid press Donald Trump, and people would watch for the sheer perversity of it.

Similarly, the John Wick films are how stunt men see the world, and their product. Director Chad Stahelski broke into the business as a stunt man in The Crow. He was Keanu Reeves’ stunt double in The Matrix trilogy, so when he pitched his film idea about a retired assassin who starts killing people because someone stole his car and killed his dog, he had a star lined up. At least Stahelski understands the concept of character motivation.

Keanu Reeves faces off against impossible odds in the fight choreographer’s dream that is John Wick: Chapter 3.

So how do fight choreographers understand films? Some boring talky parts getting in the way of the stuff that pays: pretending to fight. Now that we have progressed to the ungainly titled John Wick: Chapter 3 — Parabellum (A colon AND an em-dash — a punctuation lover’s dream!), they have almost dispensed with the boring parts where attractive people say words in front of the camera. And yet, the film has four credited writers (one of whom presumably did the punctuation), and a bloated 131-minute running time. The Real World producers would like a word.

No matter. John Wick would just kill them. The “story”picks up where John Wick: Chapter 2 left off. John Wick killed people for two hours, then was allowed an hour to escape justice by Winston (Ian McShane), the proprietor of the Hotel Continental, a secret base for a network of globe-trotting assassins called the High Table. Stahelski and his four writers have exactly one narrative trick up their sleeve: Start a clock counting down, then start another one. The more clocks ticking, the greater the tension!

Visually, though, Stahelski has a lot of tricks. The bloated contemporary James Bond films wish they had this kind of style. Since these are basically an Americanized wuxia movie, the fight choreography is the entire point. It’s structurally a dance picture. Add a tapping Jet or Shark, and Stahelski’s street fights become West Side Story. The climactic fight — a spectacular reimagining of Bruce Lee’s house of mirrors sequence from Enter the Dragon — is even kicked off by a literal needle drop.

It might sound like I’m being too cynical about a little slapstick gun fu. It’s all in good fun, right? The good stuff from The Matrix, done on the cheap. But at least the Wachowskis had an anime-inspired, pulp neo-Gnostic vision. Their message was for their audiences to look beyond the illusions thrown up by the powerful and “see things as they really are”; a world of oppressors and the oppressed playing out the same script over and over throughout history. John Wick is an amoral killer killing other killers who exist to serve only money and power. He operates in an authoritarian parody of the rule of law, where criminal oligarchs posing as hoteliers expect absolute fealty from their well-heeled murder servants. He goes on about “rules” and “consequences,” but the only rule here is might makes right. John Wick is the slick, empty, cruel hero the age of Trump deserves — but hey, at least he likes dogs!