Will make your spinal column shift

 SINNERS (2025)

Reviewed by Jerry Saravia

"Sinners" is seismic moviemaking, a tale of twin brothers in the Jim Crow-era Mississippi that is so forcefully alive that you just might quake in your boots. It will cut you deep into your soul and shake you - call it punk filmmaking that is blunt and never heavy-handed but definitely in-your-face in ways most movies in this decade have not been. After it was over, I wanted to scream "Hallelujah!"  

The twins are gangsters from Chicago and previous WWI vets, Smoke and Stack Moore (both played flawlessly by Michael B. Jordan), who settle back in their hometown of Clarksdale, Mississippi. They buy a sawmill from a landowner whom the brothers are convinced is a klansman, or knows some klan members. Using money stolen from the Chicago Outfit, they decide to use the sawmill as a juke joint with some blues musicians playing the night away. The musicians include Sammie "Preacher Boy" Moore (Michael Canton), Smoke and Stack's cousin and a hell of a guitarist - his sounds could summon the Devil himself and musicians from the past and future; the married Pearline (Jayme Lawson) a hellacious singer whom Sammie takes a liking to, and Delta Slim, a pianist (Delroy Lindo, always a welcome presence) who is content to just have small change to buy alcohol - he cannot believe the Moore brothers can pay him 40 bucks a night. The distraught Annie, Smoke's wife (Wunmi Mosaku), will do the cooking and is also a Hoodoo practitioner (which will come in handy towards the explosive ending). There is also an Asian couple, the local grocery shopkeepers named Grace and Bo (Li Jun Li and Yao), who supply the food (for historical context in terms of Jim Crow laws, the couple has two different grocery stores, one services white people and the other services blacks). Cornbread, a sharecropper (Omar Miller), will be the bouncer since everyone needs extra bread if they can get it. Speaking of sharecroppers, some of them attend the juke joint paying with wooden coins since real money was not given to them for working the fields. Smoke wants cash yet Stack reminds his brother they have cater to all black people if they want to keep the joint thriving, even those working on plantations. 

As a textbook example of Black Southern culture ("Eve's Bayou" is one of the few notable examples) with background blues music and religion not to mention Hoodoo practices, "Sinners" covers a lot of historical ground just on that basis. Added to it are the Moore brothers who can use violence when necessary to protect what is theirs - they want at least one night of freedom. "Sinners" would already be a wondrously alive movie with all these elements, and then it segues to vampiric ground with an Irish vampire named Remmick (Jack O'Connell), hunted by Choctaw vampire hunters, who can sing but not the blues. Remmick wants entrance to the juke joint, believing that vampirism can bring an end to racism, and has brought along a Klan couple whom he has already turned to the dark side. The scenes of Remmick and the couple performing Irish maladies after being denied access to the juke joint are as bone-chilling and mildly gut-wrenching as any horror film of late. There is some gore in "Sinners" but it is mercifully not wall-to-wall violence and it does not need to be. The foggy atmosphere and the moonlit scenes outside the juke joint, along with the towering spiritual music, are enough to make your spinal column shift a little. 

"Sinners" is a movie that vibrates with life, and the performances help make this unusual story with historical context all the more vivid. Whether it is Michael B. Jordan as the twins (their final scene is an emotional powerhouse), the scary Remmick who shows he can have a good time dancing merrily like an Irishman, Delroy Lindo as a man who has seen everything and sympathizes with chain gangs, Wunmi Mosaku's feeling of regret as Smoke's wife, Michael Canton's guilt-ridden Sammie at getting too close to evil or Hailee Steinfield's as the only white woman in the joint, "Sinners" is equal parts gratifying, soulful and it pierces your mind, body and soul from start to finish. 

Toontown is all smiles with a touch of noir

 WHO FRAMED ROGER RABBIT (1988)
An Appreciation by Jerry Saravia

"Who Framed Roger Rabbit" is not my personal favorite Robert Zemeckis film but it is still his most delirious, manic, inventive and extremely entertaining film he ever made. "Back to the Future" might be his "Wizard of Oz" classic flick but this "Roger Rabbit" is a truly marvelous tribute to the zany Warner Brothers and Disney cartoons of the past.

Roger Rabbit is a toon rabbit, a wild hare with a caffeinated personality who is married to another toon, the slinky-dressed, husky-voiced Jessica Rabbit (voiced by Kathleen Turner). This is a seemingly improbable union yet they are the highlight of Hollywood and, more specifically, Toontown. This is L.A. in the late 1940's where Toontown is a real place where actual toons coexist and are hired to work in wild, funny cartoons. One such cartoon opens "Who Framed Roger Rabbit" where Roger is trying to save a baby, known as Baby Herman, from causing a ruckus in a kitchen with flooded sinks, flying utensils, a vacuum cleaner and a fridge that almost lands on the poor baby. What looks like a high-energy cartoon from Warner Brothers is actually filmed in real time with a director (Joel Silver, minus the trademark beard) shouting "Cut, cut, cut!" Roger keeps flubbing his lines and the gravelly-voiced Baby Herman likes to walk past women's legs and smoke cigars! 

The old-hat plot has the impeccable Bob Hoskins as a down-and-out private detective, Eddie Valiant, who is hired by R.K. Maroon (a seedy Alan Tilvern) to spy on Jessica Rabbit. Jessica might be cheating on Roger and all this toon female is doing is playing patty-cake with Marvin Acme (Stubby Kaye), founder of Acme corporation and owner of Toontown. Valiant is tough and drinks Jack Daniels like water and he hates toons! One toon had dropped a piano on his detective agency partner, his own brother. None of this worn-out plot is remotely original and it has been the focal point of countless detective noir movies starting with, if not limited to, "The Maltese Falcon." What is unique is the toon aspect that brings flavor, lots of laughs and literal cartoonish theatrics that go beyond what any Hollywood studio effort ever attempted at that time. Sure, "Anchors Aweigh" and "Mary Poppins" have some dazzling animation mixed with live-action scenes but not for an entire full-length feature in such a way. Roger Rabbit interacts with Hoskins' boozy Valiant and there are some stunning moments where entire toons on the Maroon backlot interact with Valiant, including seeing Dumbo outside a window who will work for peanuts! What's best is they interact three-dimensionally rather than just on a two-dimensional plane. 

"Who Framed Roger Rabbit" also has a nasty villain known as Judge Doom (Christopher Lloyd) who wants to build freeways and get rid of the redcar (a streetcar). His vision is so ridiculous, according to Valiant, yet it pinpoints to the reality that became actualized. No matter where you go, there's a freeway so you can thank Doom for that. Doom has also created the Dip, a deadly mixture of acidic chemicals that can kill toons. And to make matters worse, Marvin Acme has been killed and Roger Rabbit is the chief suspect. All roads lead to Doom. 

It is tempting to say that a little of Roger Rabbit goes a long way but the zany, lovable hare who loves Jessica Rabbit, has a speech impediment and says "Ppppp-please" as his typical catchphrase, never becomes repetitious. The character never becomes too cute, thankfully, and can hold his own screen presence with the likes of Lloyd, Hoskins and the underused Joanna Cassidy as Valiant's impatient girlfriend. Then there are the remarkable moments of our favorite toon characters that includes Daffy Duck and Donald Duck doing a piano duet, Mickey Mouse and Bugs Bunny jokingly offering a spare parachute to Valiant, the immense world of Toontown where all the toons gather together singing, and the typical Zemeckis frenetic climax involving last-minute rescue attempts and some toon gangsters (Weasels) who can literally die from laughing too hard. "Who Framed Roger Rabbit" is pleasing to the eyes and ears and will delight anyone who loves the ancient, beautiful hand-drawn Disney animation of yesteryear, specifically this wonderful period of 1940's Warner Brothers and Disney efforts. It is a sparkling entertainment with enough touches of childlike innocence and a little adult humor to make it a true classic.    

It's not okay

 YOUR MONSTER (2024)

Reviewed by Jerry Saravia

The opening sequence of "Your Monster" is so tantalizing, so emotionally heartbreaking, so deeply unsettling that it made me want to scream for the agonizing-in-pain female lead. "Your Monster" has the protagonist Laura as one of the most sympathetic female characters I've seen in quite some time and she is played Melissa Barrera. Laura has a short-term fight with cancer and she is told by her pretentious, selfish boyfriend that he cannot be her caregiver. He leaves the hospital room in great haste and she walks out to the hallway with her IV and starts screaming his name. This scene coupled with her talents shining on the Broadway stage towards the end color her fighting spirit tempered with severely dark tones.

Barrera's Laura cannot overcome the romantic loss and longing she has for her boyfriend. She has sobbing fits every day and night, endures blood work from an impossible nurse, and cannot bring herself to even play the piano and indulge in her singing talent. Laura gets word from her best friend, Mazie (Kayla Foster), that Laura's lead role in a musical, the very role that she helped create with the director, has been passed over to a well-regarded theatre actress. To make matters worse, Mazie helps her long-suffering friend intermittently as she is busy with gym and auditions. Laura cannot get a break until the monster (Tommy Dewey) who has been living in her closet comes out. Yes, a monster of the "Beauty and the Beast" variety (from the late 80's TV series that is) and he turns out to be a regular guy who devours Chinese food and reads Shakespeare with panache - he can also bite someone's head with ease if so inclined. I would think Laura would rather spend more time with this soothing beast who tears up at musicals than audition for the role she thinks she deserves. Laura does spend time with the monster but she also wants to maintain her career as a singer, and is demoted to background dancing by her ex, Jacob the director (Edmund Donovan). He spouts such pretentious nonsense about women during their cold read that I wanted to throw up - he is only catering to women in this alleged feminist musical which looks fairly campy.

"Your Monster" has some cutesy exchanges between Laura and the Monster and some wonderfully spirited moments between them who have an unspoken history as roommates (I have a fondness for the smashing of plates to release suppressed rage). The Halloween dance number between the Monster and Laura dressed up as the Bride of Frankenstein is alluring and romantic. I did feel slightly pulled away from the narrative focus on Laura proving herself as independent and forthright, channeling what some critics referred to as her "feminine rage." I do not object to such scenes where the Monster is not present but I did feel her emotional talks with the creature were more honestly presented - he is an incurable romantic after all. The stage numbers were true in their own way, showing how an actor's sudden personal issues work against the material they have to fake. I also loved the confrontation between Laura and Jacob where she delivers such a lacerating verbal lashing that it would be enough for Laura to overcome her own insecurities with this man. Later scenes between them, including impromptu sex, just feel tacked on despite the fact she still loves him and knows he is having relations with another actress. I suppose we can say she can have sex with whom she wants and still hate the guy.

I enjoyed "Your Monster" overall and found it frequently moved me. The shocking ending will no doubt prove to a bit much for some to accept - it is an acceptance that feminine rage should not be suppressed yet we should keep our monstrous side on hold. You just have to know where to put that rage in a healthy place. 

Selfless and imaginative woman

 AMELIE (2001)
An Appreciation by Jerry Saravia

(One of the ten best films of the 2000 decade)

"Amelie" is a young, innocent, kind French woman that I wish I knew. The historic Parisian town of Montmartre is a place I would love to live in. That is until you realize that the town exists but not in the way depicted in "Amelie." A young woman like the beaming Amelie working as a waitress at a Parisian cafe may not exist either. That is the movies for you! "Amelie" is a wonderful romantic fantasy about a selfless, imaginative woman who wants to do right by others until she realizes she can also do right by herself.

Audrey Tautou is Amelie, a performance on par in my distinct cinema memory with Giulietta Masina's performance in the riveting and partly whimsical "The Nights of Cabiria." Of course, Amelie the character and the movie are completely different from Fellini's film. The film explodes with a colorful feast of vignettes, from Amelie's early years as a precocious child seeking her father's love, to the accidental death of her mother and to her years as a young woman seeking men and working in the cafe, an actual cafe in Montmartre called "Café des 2 Moulins." Amelie notices certain details that others might not notice, like the fly as seen in a background scene from the film "Jules and Jim." She also notes a grocer's irrational behavior to his co-worker - the grocer lives in her apartment building and she gets even with him in unexpected, non-violent ways. During the sad news broadcast of Lady Di's death, Amelie is shocked to find a box containing personal items and trinkets hidden in one of the bathroom panels. She finds the owner of the box, a 50-year old man, and when he discovers it in a phone booth where he hears the phone ringing, it so elated me, it so moved me that I just wanted to hug Amelie for an amazingly empathetic gesture. She also does wonders for her idiosyncratic father (Rufus) - an invalid only in his mind - with a traveling garden gnome that just made me laugh like crazy. There are others Amelie helps and each of their situations develops so exquisitely and tastefully that you'll be hoodwinked and bedazzled by the narrative construction.

If "Amelie" had centered only on Amelie's good deeds that she performs unbeknownst to the people she helps, it would have been a real winner already. The movie also crosses into Amelie's discovery of romance for a man she barely knows, a sweet good-natured man known as Nino Quincampoix (Mathieu Kassovitz) who collects discarded, sometimes torn photos from photo booths. So Amelie helps people with attaining happiness in their lives, and she is smitten with a man who finds solace in photos of people he collects and keeps in a photo album. The stars of romance become aligned and Amelie better take that leap - it may be a chance that she may regret not taking. 

"Amelie" is so life-affirming, so precious in tone and style with abundant uses of the colors red and green that it could be too much of a good thing for most - the vibrant colors show how much passion and zest she has for life. The film is heavily stylized by director Jean Pierre-Jeunet ("Delicatessen") yet it proved to be very satisfying - like a cup of hot chocolate that brings warmth to your body and mind. Amelie has that effect on people and, it turns out, on herself. She sees herself in a Renoir painting that the older downstairs neighbor (Serge Merlin), who has very brittle bones, paints a replica of every year. She helps a mean grocer become kind in ways that you have to discover for yourself. Amelie is an angel and her beatific smile and puppy dog eyes alone should be just cause for any jaded person to smile a little and feel a sense of comfort. Maybe there aren't people exactly like Amelie in the world but one can only hope. I adore "Amelie" with all the heart and soul I can muster. 

Dull Cronenberg is better than no Cronenberg?

 THE SHROUDS (2024)
Endured by Jerry Saravia

David Cronenberg has always been our most fanciful body horror go-to director. His films in the early years, such as "Scanners" and "Videodrome" not to mention the ersatz pleasures of "Shivers", were more geek show than profoundly thematic pictures though they possessed some unusual ideas about the connection between technology, the body and sex. Since the 1980's, Cronenberg has crafted more complex meditations on those very same themes, sometimes thrillingly as in his adaptation of Burrough's "The Naked Lunch" and sometimes with a naked honesty in the opaque "Crash," also an adaptation of almost unreadable prose by J.G. Ballard. Leaving aside some exciting, unforgettable efforts like "A History of Violence" (the best films of the 2000 decade) or "A Dangerous Method," he can veer into subjects that are non-body horror. "The Shrouds," and his recent "Crimes of the Future," are attempts to dwell a little more intricately into the bizarre connections between sex, tech and body. For my own sanity, I hate to report that "The Shrouds," a very personal film for the director, is a silly bore.

Vincent Cassel (the live wire actor who always made an impression on me since "Hate") is Karsh, who has been grief-stricken over the death of his wife, Becca (Diane Kruger), so much so that he has invented a shroud, a mesh that covers a corpse in their burial site. This mesh (which in one incredulous scene he decides to wear to know what it is like) is an app-controlled device that allows visitors to a cemetery to view the corpse on the screen attached to a dark monolith-looking tombstone! Karsh owns the cemetery, known as Gravetech, and the restaurant that is adjacent to it! Yes, you read that right. Karsh even has a blind date with someone to whom he shows a video of his decomposing wife in real time! How so decidedly Cronenbergian! If I ever go on a date with someone again, the last place I would consider is a cemetery regardless if I owned it.

It is around this point that I lost interest in "The Shrouds." That is not to say that there was not a germ of intrigue when Karsh finds that someone has violated the cemetery monoliths and that a possible foreign intervention occurred, either by the Chinese or the Russians. What begins as a story of grief quickly dissolves into some sort of quasi-thriller where the thrills are absent. If it wasn't a political ploy, was it his go-to cyber guy (Guy Pearce), Karsh's former brother-in-law, who is more than a little paranoid? Was it Becca's own doctor whom she turned out to be sleeping with? Did I stop caring and keep passing out? You bet. I was not expecting a conventional movie at all but I found precious little here to keep me invested. 

Director David Cronenberg has maintained a washed-out digital sheen to this film that can grate the nerves and induce eye-shutting. There were times where the characters were so shrouded in darkness, mostly in Karsh's apartment, that it was difficult to discern any emotions on their faces. It is not the actors' fault - they are up to the challenge and Cassell is as live-wire as he can be, Diane Kruger shows an electrifying intimacy, Guy Pearce plays a paranoid schizophrenic better than anyone, and there is a touch of the erotic in Sandrine Holt as a blind woman who is slowly dying. Maybe to Cronenberg, everyone is so dead in their own right - thanks to technology becoming so entrenched in their lives - that everything looks colorless. Maybe dull Cronenberg is better than no Cronenberg. I'd rather watch "The Naked Lunch" again. 

Fortress of Solitude

 EX MACHINA (2014)

Reviewed by Jerry Saravia

I was reminded by a film fan today how these 21st century A.I. movies always have super advanced female robots at a male creator's disposal. Recently I saw the entertaining "Companion" that had the fantastic Sophie Thatcher at is center and had to check out Alex Garland's directorial debut, "Ex Machina." I found that both movies have their similarities yet one is a little more profound than the other. You guessed it, it is Garland's film that decides to explore its ideas of A.I intelligence and discover if robots can be sentient. No surprise, they can be and we have seen this concept before ever since the HAL computer found that it did not want to be excluded from human beings' decisions. Sentience has always entered the picture.  

"Ex Machina" begins with a fairly decent coder, Caleb (Domhnall Gleeson), who works for a search engine company called Blue Book. He has won some competition where he gets a grand opportunity to meet the CEO of the company, Nathan (Oscar Isaac). Nathan is your typical CEO living in an isolated wilderness section with its own key card security clearance; it is an essentially modernized, computerized home with a little taste. Nathan also has a full beard, works out with a punching bag and drinks copious amounts of alcohol - he is seemingly a regular guy with too much wealth. Meanwhile, Caleb has to sign a disclosure agreement that warrants secrecy about what Nathan has invented that is far beyond any technological improvements on search engines. The invention is a female robot named Ava (Alicia Vikander) who has a partial see-through mesh endoskeleton and is being kept in a glass-encased room. Caleb is to have daily sessions with her, to determine if she can extrapolate deep thoughts and have a consciousness. Ava seems to have an innate ability to do so (she clearly has been programmed to) yet she might have some thoughts about her creator, thoughts shared only when the power occasionally goes out. 

"Ex Machina" is fascinating and has a sense of inevitability that is clearly predetermined. I figured Nathan had some designs on Ava and a mute servant, Kyoko (Sonoya Mizuno), that shows he is abusing his power - if someone is that isolated from the world, can someone go mad with their creations and with their one servant whom Nathan sleeps with? Of course they can go mad since movies and literature about mad scientists are ubiquitous. What is exciting and uniquely original about "Ex Machina" is that Oscar Isaac doesn't play Nathan as a mad scientist/inventor but as a guy who has created a woman robot for the most prurient of reasons, certainly way beyond "Weird Science." He is an approachable guy, up to a point, and drinks merrily. Gleeson's Caleb is a smart twenty-something who has deep philosophical questions for Ava only Ava has romantic interests in Caleb. Can Caleb convince himself that Ava is someone he can date or does he realize he is possibly being played by an alert, intelligent robot who can tell when he lies? Think the computer HAL except in female form.  

There is nothing new in "Ex Machina" in its exploration of such prescient themes that go way back to Mary Shelley's "Frankenstein." Also much of what occurs with Ava, Nathan and Kyoko you can see miles ahead. Still, I was taken in by Nathan's modernist, creepy habitat and by the conversations between Caleb and Ava that lead to an inevitable need for Ava to break free. You be a female robot who is cooped up in a room 24 hours a day - an escape to the area's surrounding woods and beautiful rocky formations is what anyone would need from such solidity. Maybe Nathan, Kyoko and Caleb need it to.  

There has to be an easier way to get a date

 COMPANION (2025)

Reviewed by Jerry Saravia

"Companion" is an anti-AI, anti-technology movie, pure and simple. Well, to be fair, it also shares the humanism of "Blade Runner" and "A.I" that robots do in fact want to be loved - that is to say, if they are programmed to love. I know, I know, "Blade Runner" had replicants, not robots technically, which meant they were flesh and blood humans with super strength and implanted memories. While watching "Companion," memories of "The Stepford Wives" emerged which had robot wives replacing actual wives by murdering them. "Companion" is cut from a different cloth - it is goofy, explosively violent satire with a silly plot that nevertheless serves as a warning about reliance on technology and using it as a replacement for a human companion. 

The bright colors of a supermarket and a young, openly sweet woman with a bright outfit pushing her cart down the aisles greets the opening scenes of "Companion" and you might feel you have wandered into an average romantic comedy. Of course, you haven't really - it is a memory implant in a female robot, a servile bot for an eager Gen Z man who should be able to score a date with, you know, a flesh-and-blood human girl. The robot is Iris (a fantastically alive performance by Sophie Thatcher) and her boyfriend, or her masculine master to some, is Josh (Jack Quaid). Josh is seemingly appealing enough and a good boyfriend for Iris. They are en route to a desolate lake house owned by a purportedly Russian mobster (Rupert Friend) who is married yet has a girlfriend named Kat (Megan Suri), who is none too pleased by the presence of Iris. Other friends in attendance include the fun-loving couple Eli (a sprightly Harvey Guillén) and Patrick (Lukas Gage) with Patrick being an exemplary cook. The following day Iris is...I just can't say any more.

"Companion" brings up the ethics of having a female bot as a companion without spelling it out. It also intermittently brings up issues of an ideal romance and an ideal couple - can that fantasy exist in normal human couples? I am sure it can so why did Josh, a good-looking guy, go this route. Why is a female AI companion considered normal in this world? Or is it already with AI chats with fantasy women online - we don't have female bots with human characteristics in our homes yet but is that future not too far behind? Does a man really want a servile woman straight out of the 1950's world when feminism was not popular? A sign of regression, perhaps, because Iris does resemble a 1950's woman. The comparisons to "The Stepford Wives" should be unmistakable, that is the 1975 film although this film seems to crib the 2004 remake's satirical barbs. 

The movie is swiftly paced at 97 minutes and as appealing as Thatcher's Iris is, the rest of the characters (excluding the boisterous Eli who has some sort of moral code) are unappealing and I would not want to spend two minutes with them. Josh becomes something of a bastard whose good looks mask his contempt for Iris and his greedy, selfish side. Same with Kat who is as equally self-absorbed. The Russian mob guy with 12 million dollars at his disposal turns out to be a repugnant person as well. Patrick is a well-meaning guy who has a secret I will not reveal here. 

"Companion" turns into a blood-soaked thriller and, though it often had me on the edge of my seat, the razor thin plot dealing with this Russian guy's fortune is forgettable and is a boring nuisance (how many times have we seen this idea explored before?) "Companion" is at its best with Sophie Thatcher's potentially star-making performance, a ray of sunshine in a robot that acts a little too human. The implications of having a robot companion are occasionally explored and you have to sift through some gunfire, a curious sheriff, 12 million dollars and a little blood to get there. There has to be an easier way to get a date.