The Reseda Kid is more than a Junior Rocky

 THE KARATE KID (1984)

An Appreciation by Jerry Saravia

It is not hard to forget how good the original "The Karate Kid" was. Ralph Macchio as the vulnerable, stringbean-looking kid, Daniel Larusso (who seems he would have trouble picking up a bag of groceries let alone delivering a kick at a martial-arts tournament) gave us the rooting hero of the film, and the feeling that any kid with the mildest karate experience could learn to fight with the proper guidance. His guide is the iconic Mr. Miyagi (Pat Morita), an apartment handyman from Okinawa who has deep philosophies about karate and learning balance within the art itself and in life. Though some supporting characters are sidelined a bit, the movie is an uplifting, spiritual success of a picture, a way of championing the underdog and remembering life's lessons in the process too.

In the opening scenes, Larusso has reluctantly moved to Reseda, California with his Jersey-accented mother Lucille (Randee Heller) - a world of palm trees and warm weather which is a far cry from Newark, New Jersey. Daniel is invited by a neighborhood kid (Israel Juarbe, fleetingly seen during the tournament as well) who lives in the same apartment dwelling to a beach party. Talk about the 1980's - the girls have big hair and the guys love to play soccer in the sand and so we get the typical music montages. There is a sweet blonde named Ali (Elisabeth Shue, her debut role) who takes an interest in Daniel - their eyes meet and a slow romance blooms. Not if Johnny Lawrence (William Zabka) can help it - he is Ali's ex-boyfriend and he destroys her radio and knocks Daniel in the sand. Daniel's brief  karate training isn't enough - he learns from a book and eventually from an unexpected teacher, Mr. Miyagi, who happens to be the handyman at the apartment Daniel lives in. Of course, we all know the rest - Daniel has to maintain a complicated high-school relationship with Ali while trying to evade Johnnie and his Cobra Kai clan. Cobra Kai is a different kind of aggressive fighting style so Daniel instead learns to adopt Miyagi's Way of the Intercepting Paint Brush and Sanding Technique (and learns about clipping bonsai trees and catching flies with chopsticks). Oh, yeah, and that famous crane kick will become useful against the Cobra Kai bullies (they are bullies, by the way, though there has been speculation that Daniel was the real bully! This is a ridiculous fact that sprung up on youtube and found its way into the spectacularly entertaining "Cobra Kai" Netflix series. I suppose Daniel shouldn't have tried to defend himself against Johnny's roundhouse kicks, huh?)

The cast is a bright bunch of personalities, not the least of which includes Randee Heller who has to push the stationwagon in order to get it started - she is credibly cast and has a smile of gratitude that one can't forget. William Zabka has too few scenes overall - a one-dimensional badass who shows some mercy for Daniel in the concluding tournament sequence (his role has been beefed up in "Cobra Kai"). Martin Kove is such a tightly coiled snake as the Cobra Kai teacher, Reese, that the scene between him and Miyagi leaves one breathless (Kove also returned in a hugely enlarged role in "Cobra Kai"). Elisabeth Shue exudes ample charm and is a good match for Daniel - why her role was ignored in the sequels is beyond my understanding (she reappears in Season 3 of "Cobra Kai"). Macchio is ideally cast as Larusso who finds his inner strength to move on and get to the next level - his character is one of the few joys to be found in any teenage movie role in the 1980's. 

The heart and soul of "The Karate Kid" is Daniel and Miyagi's relationship - they form a bond and there is unexpected depth to their characters (something the first two sequels barely touched on). Sure, Daniel is a regular kind of nice kid who wants to get along with everyone but he has no father (the screenplay wisely omits any explanation). Daniel finds a father figure of sorts in Myagi but they actually become close friends and when we learn that Miyagi lost his wife and child years back at an internment camp, we feel for the teacher because he is only human and can't quite balance this sadness unless he drinks himself into a stupor. Nevertheless their bond is lifelong and they both realize that karate helps teach that balance, and also clipping those bonsai trees. 

Say Goodnight Rambo

 RAMBO: LAST BLOOD (2019)

Reviewed by Jerry Saravia

What I noticed about "Rambo: Last Blood" is that Sylvester Stallone shows a little more humanity than is normally allowed for a one-man killing machine like Vietnam Vet John Rambo. Other than the fact that the film is titled Rambo, it is virtually indistinguishable from any other grossly exploitative action movie.

New character details are present at first. Rambo has shorter hair, sans bandana, and rides a horse in his Arizona ranch. Peace seems to have settled into the character, well kinda sorta. There are endless tunnels throughout the property which can only occasionally trigger his PTSD! Rambo also keeps serrated knives and a healthy supply of guns nearby. That is expected from a Vietnam Vet and especially Rambo but peace can't last for long in this idyllic setting. He has adopted a family that includes the doting Maria (Adriana Barraza) and her ambitious granddaughter Gabrielle (Yvette Monreal) who wants to go to college. Rambo feels very protective of Gabrielle, seeing her as his own daughter. By the way, there appears to be no romantic partner in Rambo's life, a sight unseen since Part II.

Gabrielle wants to meet her real dad in Mexico yet this small-knit family is against it. Naturally Gabrielle ventures into Mexico and is kidnapped and placed in a sex trafficking ring lit like something out of TV's "FBI" with a garish green glow. So far, so good - a decent setup for this type of movie. Rambo gets wind of what is happening and the action, thrills and suspense start. For a while, I was actually absorbed by this movie despite featuring an army of angry, one-note Mexican villains that look virtually anonymous - not one stands out as memorably evil. Rambo's intent is to rescue Gabriella and kill all these guys in the most gruesomely violent manner possible. I was hardly appalled by the violence but watching Rambo employ horrific killing methods such as holding a beating bloody heart in his hand stops the movie cold. Did it need to be that grisly?

"Rambo: Last Blood" is not nauseating in its final brutal half-hour, just simply repetitious and numbing. Stallone has the killer presence as always yet some of his mumbling can be, well, just mumbling. I like the introduction of a Rambo retiring at his ranch but that is about as fresh as this old-hat, by-the-numbers action picture gets. Say goodnight Rambo.  

A divided country in the 1970's

 JOE (1970)
Reviewed by Jerry Saravia

A young couple in a dingy apartment are injecting heroin in their arms. Susan Sarandon, in her film debut, plays the naive and innocent flower of a girlfriend. The guy is always out for a fix and sells pills for quick cash. In the first few moments of "Joe," you might think you are watching either an Andy Warhol film or some ultra gritty documentary about heroin users. Nothing can prepare you for what's to come. Having said that, "Joe" as a film doesn't resonate as strongly as I would've hoped after it is over and yet the substance is mostly derived from Peter Boyle's Joe who will resonate long after the film is over.

The eponymous title character is not introduced yet as we delve into a rich advertising businessman named Bill Compton (Dennis Patrick) who wants to help his strung-out daughter who's hospitalized after OD'ing (eventually she goes missing). He can't stand the way she lives nor can he stand the guy whom he accidentally kills by thrusting the guy's head against the wall repeatedly (edited with multiple dissolving frames that gives it an extra charge of brutality). After the murder, exasperated Compton walks into a bar and hears the title character Joe (Peter Boyle) talking about his intolerable hatred of blacks and hippies. The two form an uneasy alliance and come from different worlds - Compton is wealthy and Joe works in a factory. Their households and their wives couldn't be more different - Compton's wife is sophisticated and taciturn. Joe's wife is loquacious and gets on her husband's nerves. Compton has a fireplace and the luxuries of a high-rise, expensive apartment building. Joe has a smaller house and a gun collection in his basement. 

If "Joe" had stuck to these two characters and their families as an exploratory character study and their differing views of the world at large, the film would've been a powerhouse. As it stands written by Norman Wexler, we get a little too much time devoted to free-lovin' hippies where Compton and Joe cavort in and smoke grass while trying to find Compton's missing daughter. Their wallets get stolen by the hippies and all hell breaks loose in the uneventful climax that results in an unexpected tragedy. The film loses some ground because the first 2/3 suggests anything but the climax we get. The two main characters of Joe and Compton are so fascinating and so intricately layered that the story demands something more than the sum of its parts. 

"Joe" existed during a time of the Nixon-era when the hippies and their lifestyle were starting to wane and the counter culture was evaporating fast. Working class guys like the bigoted Joe were all too common, sensing that their worth only came down to dollars and cents whereas blacks could go on welfare and make the same amount of money (it is important to illustrate that these are his observations which were shared by many at the time...and still are). Compton makes far more money yet Joe respects him mainly for taking charge and for their mutual agreement on warfare against the free-thinking, free-lovin' liberals. A lot of this could've used more of a clear focus, to gauge their beliefs by putting them into practice beyond a semi-cop out ending. What we get leading to that shocking finale is some sex at a hippie hangout that goes awry and the aftermath of a violent shootout (all too common ending in controversial 1970's films). Still, "Joe" is an intriguing film that is worth seeing particularly for the on-the-nose and superior performance given by Peter Boyle - his early scene at the bar and other significant moments of observation are so damn riveting that I will never forget them. His character could still resonate today and that is scary to think about. 

This movie can kiss my butt

 NATIONAL LAMPOON'S 

CHRISTMAS VACATION (1989)
Reviewed by Jerry Saravia

I was a huge fan of Chevy Chase for years, at least back in the 80's thru the 90's. I was also a fan of the first two "Vacation" films. I loved the sweetness of the Griswold family and the comedy of errors centering on their every move on their disastrous family trips. "National Lampoon's Christmas Vacation" has got the sweetness factor of the Griswold family, and hardly any laughs. 

Part of the problem of this movie, lazily written by John Hughes (based on a story of his called "Christmas '59"), is that the Griswolds do not actually go on vacation - they stay home! That wouldn't be such a detriment unless some farcical situations arose from Clark Griswold (Chevy Chase, looking more stiff and bored than in 1989's earlier sequel release, "Fletch Lives") and his insatiable need to light up the homestead so it can, I don't know, look like the Northern Star that can be seen from the International Space Station? Nevertheless, the gags are so shopworn, so obvious that nothing comes of them. Clark falls from the roof while stapling Christmas lights! Not a big laugh. Other gags include Clark getting hit with floorboards while locked in the attic, or racing on some makeshift sled down one too many snowy slope hills. There's also Clark setting up a humongous Christmas tree in the living room where all the branches break windows. Some gags are just mean-spirited such as a cat getting electrocuted, or a dog eating way too much food and making gurgling noises under the dinner table.

The film has no spark of inspiration - it is so lifeless and unfunny that it sits on the screen and we wait for something to happen. Chevy is at his best when talking to his wife, Ellen (Beverly D'Angelo), about having a nice Christmas at home - D'Angelo has one moment that gets a half a second of a chuckle where she grabs Chevy's crotch! But do we really want a Clark Griswold who is nice and winsome - when he starts to get erratic towards the end, it feels cheap and unearned compared to his wild antics at Wally World in the first film. Other than that, we get reliable pros like Julia Louis-Dreyfus as an irate neighbor, returnee Randy Quaid as as the uninvited Cousin Eddy, and some TV and film legends such as Diane Ladd, E.G. Marshall, Doris Roberts, Mae Questel (yes, Betty Boop's voice actor) and John Randolph appearing but they are mostly bereft of wit. And the Griswold kids (played by different actors in all these movies of alternating body size and shape) leave much to be desired (sorry to Juliette Lewis and Johnny Galecki but they are boring). 

"National Lampoon's Christmas Vacation" has inexplicably become a Christmas classic and many viewers seem to enjoy it. I see nothing here other than gags prepped for jokes without delivery or payoff. Like the film's climax involving a toxic sewer line and the kidnapping of a corporate boss, it is as stale as year-old fruit cake and as soporific as Chevy Chase's delivery of dialogue like "Kiss my ass." This movie can kiss mine.

We all want to believe in something

 THE MYSTERY OF D.B. COOPER (2020)

Reviewed by Jerry Saravia

There are at least two rare events in the annals of 20th century high-profile crimes that have yet to be solved. There is the identity of the Zodiac Killer and the mystery to end all mysteries - the actual identity of D.B. Cooper. The name almost approaches mythic status - essentially D.B. Cooper disappeared from an airplane as he jumped out with a parachute and bags of money back in the 1970's. His disappearance is more than a mystery at this point - it is nothing short of unbelievable and yet the kick you get out of this legendary air pirate is to consistently ask yourself: how did he do it and how did he get away with it. "The Mystery of D.B. Cooper" is not to meant to solve the mystery so much as deepen it - to extrapolate the truths of a legend whom we will probably never be able to identify. It is an all-consuming legend, the type of hijacking that remains the only unsolved one and that is the thrill of it.

1971 was the year and the icy winds of a frigid Thanksgiving night in the Oregon wilderness is the place where D.B. Cooper parachuted to. Or did he? Did he die while parachuting due to those 200 mph icy winds from a 727? Why was money later found 40 miles away from the projected parachute jump? Questions linger as we encounter three different possibilities. One involves a con man named Duane Weber who made a confession on his deathbed that he was Dan Cooper. His wife Jo had no idea what he was talking about yet she pieced together information from one happy photo where Duane had proclaimed victory over something, though it is not clear what exactly. Jo tells how he would pass the  woodsy areas by car, an area he was overly familiar with. Did he find his money that he had buried somewhere and not share it with her or what? 

Another involves an uncle who stopped coming over for family dinners at Thanksgiving and Christmas named L.D. Cooper. The niece Marla (who says she is often seen as a Laura Palmer-lookalike, you know the dead girl from "Twin Peaks") is certain without a doubt that he is the D.B. Cooper because her uncle allegedly discussed some plan before Thanksgiving while actively hunting for turkeys! Could Marla be wrong, though it turns out her father admitted the uncle was the man himself?

Another involves a transgender woman who admitted she was D.B. Cooper to Ron and Pat Forman, or least expressed concern over any criticism of the Cooper man. The Formans met this transgendered woman on an airstrip - her car would often be parked in the middle of it which raises lots of questions. She turns out to be an accomplished pilot so who knows.

"The Mystery of D.B. Cooper" does an excellent job of setting up the skyjacking itself along with interviews of flight stewardesses and airline pilots who lived through this hijacking (the college kid who observed Cooper sitting across from him is a fascinating bit of business and there is something eerie about his observations). Then it segues to the claims made by seemingly broken families about the real D.B. Cooper. Any one of these stories could be true (not to mention Richard McCoy, Jr. who hijacked a plane a few months after Cooper did yet got caught, escaped from prison a few times and later died in a shootout. He bares a likeness to D.B. yet it turns out the FBI ruled him out as the suspect). What gives the doco a major push towards some semblance of credibility is that director John Dower allows these alleged claims to come alive - any one of them could be a separate subject for a whole documentary. Whether you believe these people or not is not nearly as important as how they are conveyed - these are real people who have possibly encountered an extraordinary individual. 

I found no fault with "Mystery of D.B. Cooper." The film has a charge of urgency to it, of something potent about this unusual crime that still remains unsolved. Its potency is partially derived from its pre-9/11 context in its depiction of the ease by which passengers used to be able to board a plane (heck, Dan Cooper might not even have been this guy's name). Ultimately, the film is about searching for something, to prove one's worth and perhaps that is why there is such an indelible impression made by someone who everyone could identify with, if not necessarily the crime itself. Notable author and D.B. Cooper expert Bruce Smith ("DB Cooper and the FBI – A Case Study of America’s only Unsolved Skyjacking") says that we all want to be Cooper, to be tough enough to get away with it because there isn't much in the way of opportunity. Or as another writer puts it: "It gives us all a chance to believe in something."

Rituals, the Devil, oh, poor me, I am such a bore

 LOOK WHAT'S HAPPENED TO ROSEMARY'S BABY (1976)

Reviewed by Jerry Saravia

A TV-movie sequel to a classic, terrifying horror film about a coven of Satanists who conjure the Devil to rape poor Rosemary (Mia Farrow) is asking for trouble. After all, how can anyone even top what director Roman Polanski achieved when he mixed black humor and unimaginable (and imagined) unspeakable horrors in a first-class film of absolute restraint? Look no further than the 1976 sequel itself titled "Look What's Happened to Rosemary's Baby" which features good actors cast adrift in a movie that loses focus. 

Patty Duke is Rosemary Woodhouse (obviously replacing Mia), who is sheltering her son Adrian, now a young 8-year-old boy, from the Castavets who conjure the forces of evil to locate Rosemary. The Castavets first fail, then they succeed as they take the boy and Rosemary is left in a possessed bus never to be heard from again (Say what?) The Castavets are a strange couple played by Oscar-winning Ruth Gordon (reprising her Oscar win from the original) as the colorful Minnie and Ray Milland replacing the creepier Sidney Blackmer from the original as Roman - missing this time is their hideously gaudy outfits which made them seem initially less evil. 

Then the film flash-forwards to a twenty-something Adrian who works at a casino where he sings and plays guitar with a third-rate rock and roll band! This weary, gaunt Adrian is played by the amazing Stephen McHattie who always holds the screen with his steely gaze but he's not asked to do much other than gaze and appear weary. At one point, he goes berserk after being subjected to a ritual by the Castevets and is seen in whiteface makeup and red painted dashes on his eyelids as he takes control of the stage and the band to do nothing other than...gaze. A cross is burned into his skin earlier in the film and perhaps that may be the reason why (SPOILER ALERT) he might not be the Devil's Son and can't be subjected to rituals, though this is a dangling plot hole at best. 

All the actors are adequate (including Donna Mills as a far too concerned nurse) yet there is nothing to gravitate towards, no character to identify with and not enough story. The Castavets had already set their sights on Adrian since his conception so what more is there to say? That they can't control him yet he is the Devil's Son? McHattie is wasted here, seemingly lost and uncertain to resonate as a guy who realizes he is the Spawn of Satan. Sometimes you are not sure if he realizes it and quickly the film becomes more than a chore to sit through. And an anticlimactic ending leaves more questions than answers and practically negates the entire film not to the mention the original film. The film "Rosemary's Baby" sent a fervent chill to the bone that burned through the screen in its famous last scene. This one will make you wish Rosemary's Baby did not grow up to be such a jaded bore.

High Five on Yuk-Yuk and Still Funny for Benefit of Audience Sequel

 BORAT SUBSEQUENT MOVIEFILM (2020)
Reviewed by Jerry Saravia

Borat is a racist caricature designed by Sacha Baron Cohen to make audiences uncomfortable with a should I/shouldn't I laugh at the most inopportune moments. We laugh along with Borat because he is a sweet and profoundly ignorant individual from Kazakshtan, who loves America and their racist and, in the case of this delayed sequel, anti-feminist ideals. The first "Borat" film was an explosion of laughs and near-comic hysteria that could leave you nonplussed at how people (often real-life figures) responded to Borat. In those days, Borat was a cult figure on television and Sacha could get away with not being recognized. In 2020, Borat is his most famous creation and it is harder to hoodwink people. This insanely funny sequel is almost as crass and sick a joke as the original and it has many laughs, though it can't quite outclass the once freshly minted original. 

Borat is back in America ("HIGH FIVE!") and has to get his 15-year-old daughter Tatur, (played by a pitch-perfect 24-year-old Maria Bakalova) married to a wealthy gentleman like either Vice President Mike Pence or President Trump's lawyer and former NYC Mayor Rudy Giuliani (oh, the horror). If Borat doesn't accomplish this mission as issued by the country's premier, he will be executed in his own country of Kazakhstan. Borat, the simpleton who is hated in his own country, keeps his daughter in a bubble from what he deems as western culture realities like a woman owning her own business, a woman driving a car or, worse yet, being kept in a cage! In fact, in one of many uncomfortable moments, Borat buys a sturdy cage for her (and the owner doesn't see an issue with this). In another instance, he buys her a cake with an anti-semitic phrase. In yet another instance that has to be seen to be believed, he dances with her at a Georgian debutante hall where she discloses prior to the dance that she has, um, "moon blood." Scenes like this made me feel a little nauseous, perhaps more so than expected even though I knew gross humor was forthcoming. The nausea works overtime because the other attendees of this ball have no idea this is all a prank. Funny, yes, uncomfortable to the point of covering your eyes? Yes, indeed.

Yet there are even more moments that will make you wince and shake your head in disbelief, especially at how Borat often gets away with it. A CPAC gathering with Vice President Mike Pence as a speaker has Borat entering the building wearing a KKK hoodie, and then he dresses up in a Donald Trump costume carrying Tutar on his back as he offers her to Pence! Ironically, entering the CPAC wearing a KKK outfit is okay (despite some side-eyed glances) yet calling out Pence while dressed as Trump will have you escorted out of the building! In fact, the last half of this Borat sequel has several hijinks involving Trump loyalists, some who are armed with AK-47's, at a March-For-Your-Rights rally and two Qanon believers - Borat is in disguise as a country singer singing about the "Wuhan Flu" to a crowd who chants along since it advocates giving the flu to Dr. Fauci or President Obama. Scary, discomfiting, unsettling, and hilarious.

“Borat Subsequent Moviefilm: Delivery of Prodigious Bribe to American Regime for Make Benefit Once Glorious Nation of Kazakhstan” (this was its original title) is not for everyone nor is it meant to be (I am not sure it is for me though I love what Sacha does). These "Borat" films and the controversial "Bruno" are created by a wild satirist with a hint of madness whose sole purpose is to wake people up out of their doldrums in America and see that their racism and sexism are practically inherent. Some early scenes with Tatur depicted as a caged animal who looks like a werewolf from a 1930's circus was too much to bear for me and not very funny. But that is early on and trimmed thankfully before getting to the good stuff. Despite some jerky moments, "Borat Subsequent Moviefilm" still hits its intended political targets with a few belly laughs and some yuk-yuks for good measure. What is fascinating is that Sacha also sees the growing change in Borat's beliefs and that he feels his daughter should not be exploited for anyone's benefit, especially Kazakhstan. Either you see this mockumentary as a semi-brilliant satire with a touch of humanity or an elongated sick joke preying on unsuspecting folks. I see it both ways.