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Bad Boys: Ride or Die

For the past few years it’s seemed as if Hollywood had been infected by a plague, and legacy media were the most susceptible. Movie screens and streaming libraries have been filled with reboots and continuations to stories that were either major successes in their heyday, or built cult followings which capitalists sought to seize. Every so often a new trailer or press junket would drop, teasing a new installment of some saga that would leave the audience wondering, “They still make that?” or “Did we ask for that?”

This phenomenon becomes even more of an enigma when certain franchises return after hitting the screens decades ago, since it can potentially alienate audiences who don’t fully understand the lore. However, Bad Boys: Ride Or Die is an exception, leaving the viewer either satiated as a longtime fan or eager to start from the beginning. 

The movie serves as the fourth installment of the series. Like the last film, the pandemic-era Bad Boys for Life, original director Michael Bay is replaced by Belgian directors Adil El Arbi and Bilall Fallah, with a story by Chris Bremner, Aquaman scribe Will Beall, and George Gallo. Reprising roles they originated in 1995 are stars Will Smith and Martin Lawrence, along with supporting actors Paola Nüñez and Jacob Muntaz Scipio, with Eric Dane. New to the franchise are Better Call Saul standout Rhea Seehorn and Ioan Gruffudd.

The film opens with the titular pair Mike Lowrey (Smith) and Marcus Burnett (Lawrence) in another one of their iconic car chases. Both men appear dapper and on a time crunch as their latest mission —Mike’s wedding to his former physical therapist Christine (Melanie Liburd) — brings a new sense of urgency. But en route to the nuptials, Marcus asks to stop at the gas station for a ginger ale, much to Mike’s dismay. Marcus’ junk food addiction gets the best of him, and as he piles his order onto the counter, he finds himself at gunpoint in a gas station robbery.

Within seconds, the pair annihilate the assailant, and Mike makes it to the church on time. As the couple is pronounced husband and wife, we see the wedding party joined with a memorial photo of Captain Conrad Howard, who died in Bad Boys for Life while trying to take down a Miami drug cartel. 

At the reception are Rita Secada (Núñez), as well as Howard’s daughter Judy (Seehorn) and granddaughter Callie (Quinn Hemphill). But the celebration is cut short as Marcus’ diet of sweet garbage finally catches up with him, and he suffers a heart attack. As he’s rushed to the ER, Marcus hallucinates Howard’s ghost, who informs him that it’s not his time to go. Marcus awakens with a new lease on life.

That ghost seems to be busy. As Marcus is recovering, city officials are notified that Howard is seemingly committing fraud from beyond the grave. Mike and Marcus, forever indebted to Howard, take on the mission to clear their late captain’s name.

Their first stop is the prison where Mike’s son Armando (Scipio) is being held, as he’s been convicted of Howard’s murder. Armando believes he can identify the real perpetrator, but as word spreads through the prison, he finds himself the target of a deadly attack in the yard. With his safety at risk, he’s moved to Miami. But his transfer helicopter becomes a target for the cartels, and our heroes miss death by an inch in the ensuing crash. Mike, Marcus, and Armando continue their mission as fugitives.

With the help of Advanced Miami Metro Operations agents Dorn (Alexander Ludwig) and Kelly (Vanessa Hudgens), they not only uncover the mastermind of the hoax, but follow the trail of deception and forbidden alliances. 

While it may be a part of the series, and the conclusion of a story Adil and Bilall began in the last film, first-time viewers needn’t worry about being confused. Longtime fans will be reminded as to why this pair works so well together in the buddy-cop genre. Thousands of slap-happy think pieces and unsolicited marriage tidbits later, Smith is still refreshing, and we’re reminded of why the camera loves him. Lawrence’s comedic legacy precedes him, and his impeccable delivery doesn’t disappoint. Both actors manage to balance out the comedic and action elements without doing too much.

The film ends on an open note, with the plot wrapped up, but no major cliffhangers. If there’s going to be a reboot, why not give Gilmore Girls and The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel creator Amy Sherman-Palladino a shot? Bad Girls, anyone? 

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Now Playing in Memphis: Emancipation, Strange Christmas, and White Noise

Holiday movie season is in full swing, with a mix of Christmas-themed films like Violent Night and awards contenders angling for attention.

The latter category includes Emancipation. Rock-smacking Will Smith stars as Peter, a slave on a Louisiana plantation who escapes to join the Union Army and put the hurt on some Confederates. Based on a true story from the Civil War era (except the real person was named Gordon), this is big-budget action adventure with a conscience.

The Big Bang Theory‘s Jim Parsons stars in Spoiler Alert, a romantic tear-jerker based on a memoir by journalist Michael Ausiello. He meets the love of his life, photographer Kit Cowan (Ben Aldridge), but their love is ultimately doomed. Directed by The Big Sick‘s Michael Showalter, this one looks to be a three-hanky deal.

The Colombian entry into the International Feature Academy Awards category, Memories of My Father is a story of Héctor Abad Gómez, a doctor and human rights activist who was murdered by a government paramilitary hit squad in the late 1960s. The film is told from the perspective of his son, Héctor Abad Faciolince, who wrote the book on which brothers Fernando (who also directs) and David Trueba based the screenplay.

Don DeLillo’s 1985 novel White Noise has proven to be an enduring classic that nailed the paranoia and disorientation of the information age a decade before it really got going. Director Noah Baumbach’s adaptation stars Adam Driver and Greta Gerwig as a couple of academics whose comfortable lives are upended by an “airborne toxic event.”

On Saturday night, the Time Warp Drive-In closes out its 2022 season at the Malco Summer Drive-In with Strange Christmas, featuring Robert Zemeckis’ uncanny valley cult classic from 2004, The Polar Express.

Keeping with the theme of questionable CGI, did you know the highest-grossing holiday film of all time is 2018’s The Grinch? Now you do.

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Craig Brewer’s Coming 2 America Earns Oscar Nomination

The nominations for the 94th annual Academy Awards were announced this morning. Jane Campion’s Western The Power of the Dog leads the list with 12 nods, including Best Picture, Best Director, and acting nominations for Benedict Cumberbatch, Kirsten Dunst, Jesse Plemons, and Kodi Smit-McPhee.

Coming 2 America, the sequel to Eddie Murphy’s beloved 1988 star vehicle, earned a nomination for Mike Marino, Stacey Morris, and Carla Farmer’s work in Makeup and Hairstyling. The film was directed by Memphian Craig Brewer. Upon its release in January, 2021, Coming 2 America became became Amazon Studios biggest hit to date. You can read the story behind its making in this Memphis Flyer cover story.

Coming 2 America will compete in the Hair and Makeup category against Disney’s Cruella, Denis Villaneuve’s sci-fi epic Dune, the Jessica Chastain-led biopic The Eyes of Tammy Faye, and Ridley Scott’s melodrama House of Gucci. Brewer’s 2005 film Hustle & Flow earned a Best Original Song Academy Award for Three Six Mafia’s “It’s Hard Out Here for a Pimp,” and a Best Actor nomination for star Terrance Howard.

Best Picture nominees also included Dune, which earned a total of 10 nominations. Kenneth Brannaugh’s period drama Belfast was nominated in both Best Picture and Best Director categories, as well as Best Supporting Actress for Judi Dench and Supporting Actor for Ciarán Hinds. Adam McKay’s climate change satire Don’t Look Up, another Best Picture nominee, was also listed for Best Original Score, Best Original Screenplay, and Best Film Editing. Will Smith earned a Best Actor nominee for sports flick and Best Picture nominee King Richard. Paul Thomas Anderson’s 70’s rom-com Licorice Pizza received both Best Picture and Best Director noms, as did Ryuske Hamaguchi’s meditative Drive My Car, which was also Japan’s entry in the Best International Feature category. Steven Spielberg’s re-adaptation of West Side Story made him the first person to be nominated for Best Director in six different decades, while Ariana DeBose was nominated for Best Supporting Actress for her role as Anita. Gueillermo del Toro’s carnival noir Nightmare Alley, and Sundance hit CODA rounded out the Best Picture nods.

Elsewhere, Flee, Jonas Poher Rasmussen’s story of an Afghan refugee named Amin Nawabi, made history as the first film to ever earn nominations in the Best Documentary, Best Animated, and Best International Feature categories.

The Academy Awards ceremony will be broadcast on March 27, 2022. You can see the full list of nominees at the Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences website.

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The Power of the Dog Named Best Film of 2021 by Southeastern Film Critics Association

The Power of the Dog swept the Southeastern Film Critics Association’s annual awards poll, earning not only the Best Picture award, but also Best Director for Jane Campion, Best Actor for Benedict Cumberbatch, Best Supporting Actress for Kirsten Dunst, Best Supporting Actor for Kodi Smit-McPhee, and Best Adapted Screenplay for Campion’s work transforming novelist Thomas Savage’s story for the screen.

“Jane Campion has been one of our finest directors for decades, and I’m thrilled that our members chose to recognize her exquisite work on The Power of the Dog,” says SEFCA President Matt Goldberg. “Campion has crafted a unique Western that gets to the core of the genre while still feeling fresh and vital. It’s an absolute triumph of mood, performances, and craft that will certainly go down as one of her finest movies in a career full of marvelous filmmaking.”

Kristen Stewart as Diana in Spencer.

Kristen Stewart won Best Actress for her portrayal of Diana, the late Princess of Wales, in Spencer. The Best Ensemble acting award went to Wes Anderson’s sprawling tribute to journalism, The French Dispatch.

Greg Frayser’s work on Dune earned him the SEFCA’s Best Cinematography award.

Best Original Screenplay went to Paul Thomas Anderson for Licorice Pizza. The sci-fi epic, Dune, won Best Cinematography and Best Score for Hans Zimmer.

Best Documentary went to Summer of Soul, which also placed #10 in the overall rankings. Best Animated Feature went to The Mitchells vs. The Machines. In what must surely be a first, the experimental documentary Flee placed second in both the documentary and animated film categories.

Sly Stone performs at the Harlem Cultural Festival, a concert series of the same caliber as Woodstock, but long buried in music history until now.

As a member in good standing, your columnist voted in the poll. You can see how my choices differed from the consensus choices in the December 23rd issue of the Memphis Flyer. Here is the complete list of awards winners for 2021:

Top 10 Films

1.     The Power of the Dog

2.     Licorice Pizza

3.     Belfast

4.     The Green Knight

5.     West Side Story

6.     The French Dispatch

7.     Tick, Tick…BOOM!

8.     Drive My Car

9.     Dune

10.  Summer of Soul

Best Actor

Winner: Benedict Cumberbatch, The Power of the Dog 

Runner-Up: Will Smith, King Richard

Best Actress

Winner: Kristen Stewart, Spencer

Runner-Up: Alana Haim, Licorice Pizza

Best Supporting Actor

Winner: Kodi Smit-McPhee, The Power of the Dog

Runner-Up: Jeffrey Wright, The French Dispatch

Best Supporting Actress

Winner: Kirsten Dunst, The Power of the Dog

Runner-Up: Aunjanue Ellis, King Richard

Best Ensemble

Winner: The French Dispatch

Runner-Up: Mass

Best Director

Winner: Jane Campion, The Power of the Dog

Runner-Up: Steven Spielberg, West Side Story

Best Original Screenplay

Winner: Paul Thomas Anderson, Licorice Pizza

Runner-Up: Wes Anderson, The French Dispatch

Best Adapted Screenplay

Winner: Jane Campion, The Power of the Dog

Runner-Up: Tony Kushner, West Side Story

Best Documentary

Winner: Summer of Soul

Runner-Up: Flee

Best Foreign-Language Film

Winner: Drive My Car

Runner-Up: The Worst Person in the World

Best Animated Film

Winner: The Mitchells vs. The Machines

Runner-Up: Flee

Best Cinematography

Winner: Greig Fraser, Dune

Runner-Up: Ari Wegner, The Power of the Dog

Best Score

Winner: Hans Zimmer, Dune

Runner-Up: Jonny Greenwood, The Power of the Dog

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Bob Marley, The Beatles, and The Force Awakens This Weekend at the Drive-In

Bob Marley plays the December 1976 Smile Jamaica concert in the documentary Marley.

Five months into the pandemic, the Malco Summer Quartet Drive-In is one of the few places in America where you can see a movie with an audience. This weekend’s mixture of new releases and legacy titles looks to be the best crop of films at the drive-in since the beginning of the theater shutdowns in March.

Robert Nesta Marley would have been 75 last February, had he not died in 1981 at the age of 36. The Marley estate commissioned a new documentary series on the reggae artist’s impact for YouTube, and has re-released the 2012 documentary Marley to drive-ins this month. Marley is as close to a definitive biography of the artist as is possible to take in in one sitting. The portrait it paints of Marley is of an imperfect man elevated to the status of a world leader by the dint of his musical genius.

Marley’s crossover into the political realm births one of the most remarkable scenes in the documentary. In 1976, Marley became embroiled in a bitter presidential election in his native Jamaica. Two days before he was scheduled to play at the Smile Jamaica concert, a hit squad attempted to assassinate Marley in his home. His wife and manager were seriously wounded, and Marley was hit in the arm and chest. The day of the show, after Marley announced he had enough strength for one song, 80,000 people showed up in a park in Kingston. Marley came out, showed his wounds to the crowd, and played an incendiary, 90-minute set.

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Marley is paired in a double feature with a different kind of music film. Yellow Submarine is a landmark 1968 animated feature that set original compositions by The Beatles to some of the grooviest images psychedelia ever produced. In addition to the famous theme song, the soundtrack features some quality post-Pepper jams like George Harrison’s ethereal “All Too Much” and John Lennon’s stomper “Hey Bulldog.” It’s the most artistically important of the three films the Beatles starred in during their decade in the spotlight, and just plain fun to boot.

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Over on screen three, a double feature of recent blockbusters will scratch your itch for big summer movie fun. Star Wars: The Force Awakens was the first installment in the sequel trilogy. Beginning the saga of Rey, the novice Jedi, and ending the story of Han Solo, it’s also the best film J.J. Abrams ever made. The 2015 trailer is an all-time classic teaser that set the franchise reopener on track to gross over $2 billion.

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TFA is paired with Jumanji: The Next Level, the 2019 sequel to the surprisingly watchable Jack Black/Karen Gillian vehicle that also starred some guy named Dwayne “The Rock” Johnson. I feel like that guy could go far.

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On screen four, the highest grossing movie of 2020, Bad Boys For Life, continues its improbable afterlife. As I said in my review from the long-ago days of January, “The thing you need to know about Bad Boys For Life is that Michael Bay didn’t direct it.”

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Paired with Will and Martin is the latest grindhouse horror revival from IFC, which has released a string of low-budget horror titles to what passes for success in the movie business this year. The Rental is billed as the first AirBnB horror film, and it looks like some sleazy fun.

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You can buy tickets to the Malco Summer Quartet Drive-In double feature specials on the Malco website

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Bad Boys for Life

The thing you need to know about Bad Boys for Life is that Michael Bay didn’t direct it.

It’s probably unseemly for a critic to carry such a grudge against a specific director, but in my defense, Bay did waste a lot of my time. And it’s not as if my low opinion of Mr. Bay’s abilities is a controversial stance. The intro to his Wikipedia page contains the line: “Despite his commercial success at the box office, Bay’s work is generally held in low esteem by film critics.”

Yeah, you could say that. The last Michael Bay movie I had to sit through was Transformers: The Last Knight, which was considered a failure because it only made $604 million. I considered it a failure because it didn’t make a damn lick of sense. Bay recently convinced Netflix to pony up for $150 million worth of ‘splody stuff for 6 Underground, but I’m not going to watch it due to my current self-care regimen.

Martin Lawrence (left) and Will Smith are in it for life in Bad Boys for Life.

Bay directed both the original 1995 Bad Boys and the 2003 sequel, which cast a pair of sitcom stars, Will Smith and Martin Lawrence, in a kind of Miami Vice scenario, except they’re both Tubbs. The first film made the Fresh Prince of Bel-Air a bonafide movie star. It was that very peculiar ’80s sub-genre, the buddy cop action comedy. They were once ubiquitous, but the pitch seems weird now: What if Death Wish was funny? What if Dirty Harry had a wisecracking sidekick? The buddy cop thing was pioneered by Eddie Murphy and Nick Nolte in 48 Hours, and then aped endlessly for 20 years. There were so many bad ones, but there was the occasional fun one, like Billy Crystal and Gregory Hines in Running Scared.

I said earlier that both Smith and Lawrence were Tubbs archetypes. That’s not entirely true. Smith’s Mike “Bulletproof” Lowrey is definitely Tubbs-like. He dresses, as Lawrence’s Marcus Burnett says late in Bad Boys for Life, like a drug dealer. He tears around Miami in a Porsche, and that’s where we meet him and Marcus for the first time in 17 years. Marcus is more like Danny Glover in Lethal Weapon, perpetually getting too old for this shit. Now, he really is getting too old for it. The reason they’re speeding through Miami with cops in hot pursuit is to get to the birth of Marcus’ grandson.

The opening chase is a pretty impressive piece of action filmmaking. Bad Boys was the creation of one of the most toxic duos in film history, Bay and super-producer Jerry Bruckheimer. The new directors, the Belgian duo Adil El Arbi and Bilall Fallah seem to have been given instructions by Bruckheimer to “make it like Mike.” This looks like a Bay movie, only better. I get the impression that Arbi and Fallah would shoot the entire thing in 1,000 fps slo-mo if they could, like when they pause the action for a loving, extended close-up of a molotov cocktail hitting a car. They’re not afraid to put a klieg light behind a slowly turning fan like it’s 1989 and this is a Madonna video. Bay’s signature wrap-around steadicam move appears a couple of times — the directors even use it to shoot Michael Bay’s cameo.

In Bay’s later career, what was even worse than his accidental chaos cinema was the contempt for the audience that dripped from his every putrid frame. It wasn’t just misogyny — although there was no shortage of that — it was the hatred that all of his characters had for each other, and the films had for them. Bad Boys for Life is still extremely violent (“Violence is what we do!” shouts Mike as he tries to get Marcus to break a vow of peace he made to God and mow some people down with a machine gun) and plenty misogynistic (the villain, Isabel Aretas [Kate del Castillo], is both a literal witch and Mike’s ex-girlfriend), but that bottomless pit of bile is thankfully missing.

It’s Smith and Lawrence that redeem this film, to the extent that it is redeemed. They’re both miraculously well-preserved, their chemistry is great, and Smith’s movie-star charisma is set to stun. Sure, they’re copping licks from John Wick, Mission Impossible, Fast & Furious, and Fury Road left and right, but they’re having a good time doing it. I guess it just goes to show you, everything’s better without Bay on it.

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Independence Day: Resurgence

I’m on my knees in the handicap stall of the Paradiso men’s room. I’ve just seen Independence Day: Resurgence, so I’ve decided to drown myself in the toilet. I’m sure there are other, more dignified ways to end it all in a movie theater, but this feels appropriate.

A blue glow suffuses the stall. I turn to see the Force ghost of Will Smith’s character from the 1996 Independence Day standing there in his flight suit, helmet tucked under one translucent arm. “Hold on there, partner!” he says. “Crawl away from the toilet.”

“Will Smith!” I exclaim. “What are you doing here?”

“Technically I’m Capt. Steven Hiller, fighter pilot, alien puncher, world savior. Right now, I’m here to save you from drowning yourself in this toilet. You know you’re in the handicap stall, right? If you drown yourself here, some poor guy in a wheelchair is going to have to move your Brexit-ass out of the way to pee. And he’s got enough problems. So I need you to get up off this floor and go write that review of Independence Day: Resurgence.”

“Man, Roland Emmerich sure coulda used you in that movie,” I say. “All he had was this guy, Jessie Usher, playing your son, who also happened to be a crack fighter pilot in the right place at the right time to fight alien invaders and save the world. But he was just a big slap of nothing. He didn’t even look like you. But you were too smart to get involved in that debacle, weren’t you?”

Force ghost Will Smith lights an ectoplasmic stogie. “Scheduling conflict with Suicide Squad,” he says, chuckling. “So tell me, why are you getting ready to take the pee-pee plunge? Bad movie hurt your feelings?”

“Bad? I eat bad movies for breakfast. This … this was not a movie. This is a symptom of a diseased system. This is a third-generation simulacrum of other, better movies repackaged for the export market. You can actually see the places where they’re cutting in extra scenes for the Chinese, like when Rain Lao, the Chinese pilot played by an actress actually named Angelababy, is briefly seen giving the tail end of a speech in front of a giant Chinese flag. You bet that scene is a lot longer in Beijing. But it’s not going to help. Can you believe they actually expect to sell a Fourth of July-themed movie in China? And waitaminute, why are you a Force ghost? That’s a Star Wars thing.”

“It doesn’t matter,” says Force ghost Will Smith. “It’s just a trope you’re familiar with so I don’t have to spend time on exposition.”

“Exactly! I kept envisioning Roland Emmerich saying ‘It doesn’t matter,’ over and over again. How do we get Jeff Goldblum from Africa to the moon? Have the Hunger Games guy steal a space tug. It doesn’t matter. Brent Spiner’s been in a coma for 17 years, and now his previously unmentioned gay partner runs Area 51? Why not? It doesn’t matter. No Will Smith? Show a painting of him in the White House. It doesn’t matter. Nothing matters. Just steal some beats from Star Wars, Alien, Starship Troopers, whatever, hit the four quadrants with your $100 million ad spend, and watch the sheep bleat in. There were five writers listed on this thing, and when the Save the Cat outline says to save a cat, they literally saved a cat. Except it was a dog, escaped from a school bus full of kids that Judd Hirsch brought to the big showdown with the aliens in Nevada salt flats for no reason! Nothing matters!”

I lunge for the toilet, but am brought up short by a glowing blue hand on my shoulder. “That’s why you’ve got to live! You have to write this review! Warn the world!”

“Oh yeah. Writing a bad review always works. Plus, I got a mortgage. Thanks, Force ghost Will Smith! You saved my life.”

“All in a day’s work,” he says, turning to leave.

“Hey Will. Which headline to do like better: SHIT PARADE or POO-POO PLATTER?”

“It doesn’t matter.”

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Focus

Focus begins with Will Smith surveying Manhattan from the balcony of a luxury hotel suite. Rendered in LED blues and firetruck reds, it is a city of glistening jewels. Throughout much of its two-hour running time, Focus seems like a highlight reel for cinematographer Xavier Grobet, a 25-year veteran journeyman cinematographer whose filmography includes the HBO series Looking and the Jack Black comedy Nacho Libre. I kept getting distracted from the story by the beauty of the establishing shots, like the long pan across the Superdome from I-10 in New Orleans, and by the sneaky zoom revealing our hero across a Formula 1 racetrack in Buenos Ares. Warner Brothers dropped $50 million on this Smith vehicle, and in a world of butt-ugly $100 million tentpoles like Dracula Untold, it looks like money well spent. And it’s not just the photography: the editing by Jan Kovac, the costume design by Dayna Pink — all of the trades are at the top of their game. Sure, it veers into Matthew McConaughey car commercial affluence porn, but doggonit, it’s some good-looking affluence porn!

About the story: Smith is a master con artist named Nicky who meets a young, up-and-coming con artist named Jess (Margot Robbie) when she latches onto him in the bar downstairs from the aforementioned luxury hotel suite. After a meet-cute that involves some heavy petting and a gun shoved in Nicky’s face, Jess is impressed enough with what she sees to beg her to take him under his wing. Jess is convincing enough that Nicky agrees, and she joins his elite team of pickpockets and scammers haunting the Super Bowl in New Orleans, where they pull a series of increasingly lucrative cons, from simple pickpocketing to elaborate gaslighting.

Co-directors Glenn Ficarra and John Requa, who co-wrote the 2003 sleeper hit Bad Santa, revel in the intricacies of the cons and the psychology of fooling a mark. Smith’s Nicky is like Batman: always better prepared and more clever than everyone around him. Smith has even adopted a Christian Bale-like growl for the role. But this is not supposed to be a superhero movie, and after a while the string of coincidences and doublecrosses that passes for a plot become too much to overlook, even when your focus is distracted by all the well-shot shiny objects on the screen.

Smith cut his teeth in TV, and he’s a fine comic, and occasionally dramatic, actor. Focus sees Smith with his movie star mojo jacked up to 11. His personal trainers have had him working overtime, and he’s given long speeches, which he mostly nails. And yet, it’s not enough to overcome his dramatic lack of chemistry, sexual or otherwise, with co-star Robbie. Chemistry is a weird intangible that can make or break you, especially in a two-hander like Focus. They kiss and roll around in bed enough, but there’s never any sense of real passion between the two actors. It doesn’t help that Jess is so poorly written that it gives Robbie nothing to work with. She’s just supposed to be “the girl” in this story populated by powerful, hypercompetent older men with whom she is always impressed. The movie would be better if she resembled an actual woman instead of a prize in a male power fantasy.

Ficarra and Requa are trying to make The Sting or The Usual Suspects, but their story lacks the former’s sense of fun and the latter’s disciplined structure. But at least there’s plenty of great cinematography to get lost in during the long flat stretches.

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Seven Pounds doomed by labored premise.

Seven Pounds opens with a trembling, tearful Will Smith calling 911 to report a suicide — his own. The rest of the film pulls back to show how his character — an apparent U.S. Treasury agent named Ben Thomas — got to that point.

The film’s high-concept screenplay, courtesy of television veteran Grant Nieporte, is the worst kind of artificial, labored, only-in-the-movies scenario, the most preposterous bits hard to pick apart without giving away the mystery at the core of the film. It is not dependent on a gimmicky twist ending as much as on a gee-wiz, would-be inspirational but ultimately downbeat premise that is revealed gradually. The whole story — rooted in a tragic auto accident in Ben’s past and some rather odd present-day behavior toward a motley crew of beleaguered strangers — only comes into focus, ostensibly, in the film’s final passages, though I suspect attentive viewers will have most of it figured out by the midway point.

The film is so driven by its cascading revelations that there’s no chance of truly rising above what’s on the page, but director Gabriele Muccino and star Smith do a better job of shaping this into a watchable movie than you might expect.

Smith and Muccino previously worked together on 2006’s The Pursuit of Happyness, which, like Seven Pounds, was a kind of male weepie in which Smith played a damaged man plagued by some serious family problems. I liked The Pursuit of Happyness more than most critics — much more, really — because I thought its portrait of poverty was more detailed, more harrowing, and more spot-on than any Hollywood film in memory. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a mainstream film that made the viewer so palpably aware of the value of a dollar to someone who doesn’t have many.

Seven Pounds doesn’t give Muccino and Smith nearly as much real-world material with which to work. The star/director duo give the film a gravity it would not earn in lesser hands, but the lingering pleasures are surely much more incidental than intended in a film driven by such a Big Idea.

The casting is haphazard. Woody Harrelson is awkward as Ezra, a blind salesman Ben berates over the phone, while Barry Pepper never does come into focus as a childhood friend helping Ben with his mysterious plan. Michael Ealy is terrific casting as Ben’s younger brother, but his role is too small. What the film does get right, and what almost makes the movie work in spite of itself, is casting Rosario Dawson as the principal object of Ben’s initially unexplained interest.

Smith and Dawson grow into a film couple that not only looks amazing together but have such charm that you yearn for movie-world wish-fulfillment to triumph over the film’s grim fidelity to its premise and let them have a cheaper, sunnier ending. Their connection is touching despite the heavy-lifting script manipulations that go into it. But it isn’t quite enough to save Seven Pounds.

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I Am Legend: Not Worth the Wait

Attention all fans of 28 Days Later, Children of Men, Twelve Monkeys, The Descent, Signs, The Road Warrior, Night of the Comet, and/or Richard Matheson fiction: Do I have a film for you to avoid: I Am Legend. (Independence Day devotees, your movie is waiting.)

I Am Legend is the long-gestating adaptation of the 1954 Matheson sci-fi/horror novel of the same name. Previously brought to film as Vincent Price’s The Last Man on Earth and Charlton Heston’s The Omega Man, I Am Legend has been linked for years to moviemakers such as Arnold Schwarzenegger, Ridley Scott, and Michael Bay. Finally, the movie’s out, in the combination of star Will Smith and director Francis Lawrence. It was not worth the wait.

The film opens three years after a genetically engineered measles virus escapes labs and gets into the general population. Everybody on earth is either killed by the virus or by those whom the virus has turned into monsters. The last man on earth: Colonel Robert Neville, a virologist who conveniently is an expert on the sickness. Plus, he’s immune, so that helps. Neville is stranded on Manhattan Island with his dog — last man on earth’s best friend. He spends his days working on a cure to the virus, eating canned goods, and palling around with his pup. He also has to be mindful of New York’s other remaining citizens: the vampire-like, virus-ravaged fiends.

Can just screenwriter Akiva Goldsman go on strike? Goldsman has made a career of making bad movies based on books I’m fond of. Going chronologically backward: I Am Legend, The Da Vinci Code, I, Robot, the two horrible Batman movies, and A Time to Kill. (To be fair, he shares I Am Legend screenwriting co-blame with Mark Protosevich.) Good thing I never read A Beautiful Mind or Practical Magic. Up next for Goldsman: Da Vinci follow-up Angels & Demons. It’ll suck, too.

I Am Legend doesn’t get everything wrong. It opens with a fast and furious deer hunt safari through New York City’s savannah. And Smith isn’t a bad choice for this role. He can act, for one, and he’s a convincing action star.

But Smith can’t escape the film’s shallowness. It’s not a cautionary tale. It has no politics. Its spirituality is as shoddy as its science. It fails its own internal logic. Worst, I Am Legend has no meaningful human element.

Instead, the film is commercialism run roughshod. (But not in a knowing, Dawn of the Dead way.) To maintain his connection with his own humanity, Neville goes shopping. For leisure, Neville hits golf balls off the tail of an SR-71 Blackbird atop an aircraft carrier in New York harbor. It’s a pretty, sweeping, expensive-looking shot. I’d trade it for a quiet scene with Neville making art, playing music, or writing in Washington Square. In a key scene, Neville bonds with someone over a shared love for Shrek — and not a shared sense of tragedy or even hope. Tis the season.

I Am Legend

Opening Friday, December 14th

Multiple Locations