Director Blitz Bazawule and screenwriter Marcus Gardley team up to give us the second big screen adaption of Alice Walker’s 1982 novel “The Color Purple”. The first movie released in 1985 and was directed by Steven Spielberg. He returns alongside Quincy Jones, Oprah Winfrey, and Scott Sanders to produce this enchanting but flawed update that is heavily inspired by the long-running, Tony award-winning musical.

At its heart “The Color Purple” is a moving coming-of-age period drama and Bazawule captures that essence most impressively in the film’s first half. From its sweeping opening to the story’s midway point, the movie simmers with powerful storytelling and spectacular musical numbers. Sadly it stumbles in the second half. The rousing and heartfelt tunes are still there, but the storytelling feels rushed, even patched together in spots. Certain character arcs get shortchanged and there is one particular redemption angle that doesn’t feel earned at all.

The story of “The Color Purple” begins in the early 1900s and spans over several decades. In a small African-American community near the Georgia coast lives 14-year-old Celie (Phylicia Pearl Mpasi) and her sister Nettie (Halle Bailey). The two are inseparable and have a joyous relationship. But the sisters live with a dark secret. Their vile and abusive father (Deon Cole) rapes Celie and has impregnated her twice. He then took her two babies and traded them off for the best deal.

A couple of years pass and Celie’s father sells her to the cruel and ruthless Albert “Mister” Johnson (a chilling Colman Domingo). He’s a banjo plucking farmer who immediately puts her to work cleaning his house and raising his kids. Mister is as violent as her father, and the physical abuse is only outdone by the psychological torment. Nettie moves in for a bit which offers Celie a welcomed respite. But when she’s forced to fight off Mister’s sexual advances, he throws her out leading Nettie to go far away.

As years go by Celie (now played by former American Idol winner Fantasia Barrino in her feature film debut) remains trapped under Mister’s rule with no real means of escape. Several more characters are thrown into the mix including Mister’s weak-minded son Harpo (Corey Hawkins), the great Louis Gossett Jr. as Mister’s crusty father, the scene-steaming firecracker Sofia (Danielle Brooks), and even David Allen Grier as a singing preacher.

And then Shug Avery (Taraji P. Henson) comes to town, a rowdy and popular blues singer who happens to be Mister’s former mistress. He’s still smitten with her despite claiming Celie as his wife. Yet rather than become rivals, Celie and Shug form a bond than only intensifies after Celie reveals the years of abuse she has endured from Mister. Shug is a striking presence but she sucks out most of the air from every scene she’s in. It’s not Henson’s fault, she’s quite good in the role. It’s more the writing and direction that at times can make her such an overpowering force.

Over time I found myself less interested in Shug’s role and much more compelled by several other characters. Take Danielle Brooks’ Sofia, a veritable powder keg of righteous energy. It’s a big character and Brooks gives an equally big performance. But she steals so many scenes and belts out some of the film’s very best songs. I also wanted more of Squeak (played by R&B singer H.E.R.), Harpo’s second wife who has her own compelling story although most of it is left offscreen.

That leads (again) to the films’s biggest problem – it leaves too much off the screen specifically in the second half. That’s where Bazawule and Gardley seem to lose focus before rushing everything to a conclusion. Things like the above mentioned redemption angle that’s too thinly sketched and hurried to believe. Or Shug’s tense relationship with her father that’s mentioned several times but is barely explored. Perhaps 30 more minutes would have allowed time to fill in its holes. As it is “The Color Purple” is a frustrating tale of two halves – one half that’s among the very best cinema I’ve seen all year and the other half that can’t see it through to the end. “The Color Purple” hits theaters December 25th.

VERDICT – 3 STARS

If there ever was a 2023 movie that seems to have flown under many radars it would have to be “The Creator”. This ambitious science-fiction action thriller crept up with little fanfare yet left a significant impression with its eye-popping trailers. Now it’s in theaters and what we‘ve been given borders on extraordinary. This is a movie built around a bold original vision that begs to be experienced on the biggest screen available. Hopefully it finds a well-deserved audience.

“The Creator” is the brainchild of director and co-writer Gareth Edwards, the mind behind 2014’s “Godzilla” and 2016’s “Rogue One: A Star Wars Story”. This time he has stepped away from franchise movies and created something entirely his own – a thoughtfully conceived and incredibly well-crafted sci-fi epic brought to screen through a true visionary’s lens. Not everything clicks into place (more on that later), but as a whole it’s pretty remarkable.

Storywise “The Creator” does what some of the best science-fiction movies do – it opens up and examines real-life current-day issues. In this case it’s several things including the growing AI debate. Visually it’s a breathtaking spectacle – an $80 million movie that looks ten-times better than most of the $200 million features we have gotten this year. Together they combine for some spectacular world building, immersing us in an enthralling war-torn dystopia that shrewdly combines the influences of “Blade Runner”, “District 9”, and even “Platoon” among many others.

Set in 2065, Earth has found itself on the brink. Robots created with hi-tech artificial intelligence gained independent thought and over time grew more advanced, even donning the faces of humans who have donated their likenesses. They’ve sought to assimilate into human society. But after a robot allegedly detonated a nuclear warhead in Los Angeles, incinerating nearly one million people, AI were banned in the West. As robots were being rounded up and destroyed, many fled to New Asia where AI manufacturing remained legal. There they built an army and soon they were at war with the West.

John David Washington plays Sgt. Joshua Taylor, an American special forces operative who we first meet on an undercover mission behind enemy lines in New Asia. He’s tasked with discovering the identity and whereabouts of Nirmata, the mysterious and inspiring leader of the AI. During his mission he fell in love and married Maya (Gemma Chan), a human ally to the robots who is pregnant with his child. But after a premature assault by American forces, Maya and their unborn child are presumed killed.

Five years pass and a hardened Joshua is approached with information that Maya is alive and working alongside the AI in New Asia. He agrees to lead an assault on a lab where the AI are creating a super weapon. Backed by the truly ominous USS Nomad, an orbital station looming overhead, the Americans seek to destroy the weapon, level the lab, and end the war. Joshua’s goal is the find Maya and get her to safety before the assault commences. But things change when Joshua discovers the weapon is actually a 6-year-old AI girl who he dubs Alphie (Madeleine Yuna Voyles).

Believing the child can help him find Maya, Joshua disobeys orders and escapes with Alphie. This sets in motion the bulk of the film which follows their growing relationship while on the run. Joshua’s eyes inevitably begin to open while the American military’s violent fervor to destroy Alphie only intensifies. Edwards uses their journey to introduce a number of thoughts related to conspiracy theories, fearmongering, militarization, and justifying violence in the name of peace. Then of course you have the whole AI issue.

It goes without saying that Edwards has a lot on his mind. The themes he’s dealing with are rich although his positions can be overly simplistic and even sketchy in places. He often ignores more probing concerns and goes for surface level treatments instead. And his metaphors can be so glaringly on the nose that they sometimes lose their power.

Elsewhere his story leans too heavily on some well-worn tropes without doing much new with them. Clichés pop up in the plotting and in some of the characters, especially the one-note American military. This issue is epitomized in an overly brawny Allison Janney who plays a prototypical cold-blooded Colonel without a hint of nuance. She barks out orders with a callousness that borders on comical. There’s never a doubt of whose side Edwards is on.

Yet despite the occasional sloppy messaging, “The Creator” remains a striking original work. The world Gareth Edwards has created is captivating and imaginative, full of evocative imagery and jaw-dropping spectacle. But equally important is the film’s human pulse. It never loses its heart. And when combined with its stunning visual palette, it makes it a lot easier to look past the movie’s rather noticeable issues. “The Creator” is in theaters now.

VERDICT – 4 STARS

Hardly your run of the mill horror movie crowdpleaser, the Hulu Original “Clock” from writer-director Alexis Jacknow takes the genre to some unexpectedly interesting places. Adapting her own 2020 short film of the same name, Jacknow speaks to a number of compelling issues, exploring them through a horror framework in a way that can be genuinely disturbing.

“Clock” (which is Jacknow’s feature film debut) has a surprising thematic range. It takes on such topics as motherhood, childbirth, religion, peer pressure, and mental health in some cool yet weighty ways. Jacknow takes an interesting approach, starting her film with a satirical (and almost comical) bite. But the movie makes a pretty dramatic shift and the darker aspects of her story take over.

“The Clock” is anchored by a wonderfully committed lead performance by Dianna Agron who plays Ella Patel. She’s a smart and confident 37-year-old who has a successful career as an interior designer and a hunky husband named Aiden (Jay Ali) who adores her. Ella feels she has a wonderful life but there’s something missing (at least according to her gaggle of suburban mom friends and her hyper-opinionated Jewish father (Saul Rubinek).

You see, unlike her friends Ella hasn’t had a baby. In fact, she has never wanted to have children which blows the minds of her child-rearing peers. All they offer is unhelpful encouragement like “Don’t worry, your clock will kick in.” Meanwhile her father, who lost much of his family during the Holocaust, sees Ella’s position as an affront to their very history and heritage.

Caving to the notion that her biological clock is broken, Ella secretly pulls out of her dream job and enrolls in a clinical trial being conducted by a mysterious biotech firm at their remote facility. It’s led by Dr. Elizabeth Simmons (Melora Harden) who’s overseeing an intense and targeted 10-day study on “the cognitive side of fertility”. Rorschach tests, synthetic hormones, behavioral therapy – all meant to get Ella “realigned with her natural state”. What could possibly go wrong?

Well as it turns out everything. As mentioned the story takes some dark turns as the “study” takes Ella to some unsettling places within herself. There is some twisted imagery and a handful of gnarly scenes that I guarantee will make you squirm. Through it all Agron gives us a compelling lead character to latch onto. Her performance remains strikingly authentic even as things steadily get more surreal and unnerving.

As it slowly unfolds the film’s deeper thematic interests come more and more into focus. Jacknow uses her strange but engaging premise to pose a number of compelling questions. Storywise it does have a few holes and parts are simply too far-fetched to look past. Yet it never loses its emotional punch in large part thanks Agron’s performance and Jacknow’s ability to keep us engaged till the very end. “Clock” is now streaming on Hulu.

VERDICT – 3 STARS

(CLICK HERE to read my full review in the Arkansas Democrat Gazette)

Despite their predictability and penchant for re-plowing old ground, many of us still love sports movies. We love feel-good moments. We love rooting for the underdogs. We love redemption stories. We love the competition. We love the camaraderie. We love seeing individuals or teams overcome insurmountable odds. Borrowing the words of the late great Jim McKay, we love “the thrill of victory and the agony of defeat”.

This latest sports movie to come down the pike epitomizes what you get when the above two contrasting elements come together. “Champions” is every bit as predictable and formulaic as any sports movie that came before it. There’s hardly a story beat that you haven’t seen before, and you’ll know the outcome within the first 15 minutes. Yet it also checks some of the boxes that fans of sports movies are looking for. And as an added bonus it stars Woody Harrelson, a genuinely funny actor who can play snarky wisecracking characters in his sleep.

Harrelson plays plays Marcus Marakovich, an assistant coach for the Iowa Stallions of the G League (the NBA’s minor league basketball organization). Marcus has a brilliant mind for basketball, but is terrible at building relationships which has led to him being fired as the head coach for Ohio State and kicked out of several international leagues. So now he’s stuck in Des Moines, working under his friend and the Stallions’ head coach Phil Perretti (Ernie Hudson). But his eyes are set on making it to the NBA, no matter what it takes.

But things go sideways after an ugly on-court incident with Phil. To make matters worse, Marcus gets behind the wheel after knocking back a few too many drinks at a local bar. He rear-ends a police car and is arrested and booked for driving under the influence. The judge gives Marcus a choice – 90 days of community service at a local recreation center coaching adults with intellectual disabilities or 18 months in prison. The choice he makes turns out to be life-changing.

Marcus meets the rec center’s manager Julio (Cheech Marin) who introduces him to his new team, The Friends. They’re a fun and charismatic collection of characters with disabilities. Among them is the animal-loving but shower-hating Johnny (Kevin Iannucci), a brainy fact-dropping chatterbox named Marlon (Casey Metcalfe), the hard-working and easy-going Benny (James Day Keith), the straight-shooting Consentino (Madison Tevlin), and the cryptic Darius (Joshua Felder), the team’s best player who refuses to play for their new coach.

At first, all Marcus sees in his players are their disabilities. But over time his eyes are opened and he begins to see them for who they are underneath. He begins to see them as people with their own personalities, their own feelings, their own backgrounds. He even strikes up a no-strings-attached relationship with Johnny’s sister, Alex (Kaitlin Olson). The closer he gets with the team, the better they begin to play. And before long The Friends find themselves in the hunt for a spot in the upcoming Special Olympics.

“Champions” is the solo directorial debut for Bobby Farrelly, one half of the mischievous (or notorious, depending on how you look at them) Farrelly brothers duo. Written for the screen by Mark Rizzo, the film is an adaptation of a 2018 Spanish film of the same name. Rizzo reinvents some of the characters and changes some of the details, but the core story remains the same. Unfortunately the movie has its issues, some of which can best be described as the Farrelly effect.

By all accounts this could easily have been a funny feel-good movie for the whole family. But in very Farrelly fashion, the filmmaker can’t resist the urge to be bawdy and crude. It makes me wonder exactly what audience he’s targeting. Even worse, some of the gags seem to be taking advantage of the characters’ disabilities and exploiting them for laughs. That’s not me being overly sensitive as some of the humor from those same characters works extremely well. But you can tell when jokes seem written solely for affect. That happens too often in “Champions”

Yet despite its predictability and few instances of poor judgment, “Champions” has enough crowd-pleasing mojo to make it worth sitting through. And it also has Woody Harrelson who carries much of the movie on his back. It’s hard not to love the young cast of intellectually disabled actors who give their all and are clearly having a great time. But Harrelson is the anchor. He’s funny, even a little charming, and without him “Champions” would have a tough time staying together.

VERDICT – 3 STARS

(CLICK HERE to read my full review in the Arkansas Democrat-Gazette)

I was a rural kid who first saw the 1984 supernatural horror film “Children of the Corn” thanks to our family’s giant (and admittedly gaudy) backyard satellite dish (kids, ask your parents about them). Ever since then, I’ve always had a soft for the film which was based on a 1977 Stephen King short story. It is unquestionably flawed in ways that stand out even more today. Yet I’ve always found myself entertained by the movie, drawn into its setting, and intrigued by some of the ideas that sit at its core.

Nine mostly straight-to-video movies later and we have yet another one. Completed in 2020 but just now getting its proper release, this new “Children of the Corn” doesn’t have much in common with the 1984 film. That story followed two travelers who seek help in a dead and abandoned Nebraska farm town only to discover its disturbing and deadly secret. This one actually shifts its focus to the small town itself and the bloody horrors that befell the people who lived there. It’s a cool idea and an interesting take on King’s story. Sadly, writer-director Kurt Wimmer can’t quite bring it all together as I had hoped.

The small rural town of Rylstone is on the ropes. It lives and breathes on its corn production. But bad deals with the big corn industries has left their fields ravaged by harmful herbicides which have led to a devastating blight. With businesses closing and people losing everything, the townsfolk are desperate. For 17-year-old Bo (Elena Kampouris), watching her hometown erode has been heartbreaking. But she’s optimistic and believes it can be fixed. She’s about to head off to college in Boston much to the chagrin of her kid brother Cecil (Jayden McGinlay), but she tries to encourage her father, Robert (Callan Mulvey) and the other adults not to give up on their little town.

But Rylstone isn’t only struggling financially. There’s references to its moral decline, mostly from the mouth of the town’s frustrated preacher, Pastor Penny (a really good Bruce Spence). And there’s still the looming cloud of a recent tragedy – when a teenage boy, fresh out of the cornfield, grabbed a knife and walked into the Rylstone Children’s Home, carving up several of the adult staff members. During the resulting standoff, the town’s redneck sheriff and a dimwitted farmer gassed the children’s home thinking it would knock the killer unconscious. Instead they killed every adult and child inside. Brilliant.

The creepy killer seemed to be acting at the behest of a creepy young girl named Eden (Kate Moyer) who the town’s creepy children follow with a creepy cult-like allegiance. Of course the reason for it all is out in the cornfields, and it eventually comes to light through the eyes of our protagonist, Bo. Much like the past “Corn” movies, this film’s mystery lies in those sprawling cornfields. Unfortunately there’s not much suspense to be found in this lukewarm update because the secret is so glaringly straightforward. Even more, it seems like there is so much information the movie leaves out which could have helped make this a more intriguing and detailed story.

So we end up with a new “Children of the Corn” movie that sets itself up nicely but that ends on a pretty flat note, highlighted by a mostly unintelligible final line that (I think) may be setting up a sequel. I still find the setting compelling and King’s original concept is chilling. But here the supernatural takes a backseat to something far less interesting. And despite taking an earnest swing, this is a remake that has a hard time justifying its existence. “Children of the Corn” releases in select theaters starting March 3rd before streaming on Shudder March 21st.

VERDICT – 2 STARS

Going into 2015’s “Creed”, I admit to being a little skeptical. After six Rocky installments I wasn’t convinced I needed a spin-off movie. As it turned out, writer-director Ryan Coogler had a pretty terrific story to tell, Michael B. Jordan showed himself to be genuine leading man material, and Sylvester Stallone’s presence in a supporting role not only linked “Creed” to his Rocky movies, but grounded the movie in a way I wasn’t expecting (him losing the Supporting Actor Oscar is still a travesty).

Coogler passed on the sequel due to scheduling reasons, yet “Creed II” didn’t miss a beat. In fact, in many ways it was even better than its predecessor, with Jordan taking a step up and Stallone giving yet another terrific supporting performance. And that brings us to “Creed III” which sees Jordan not only starring, but also making his directorial debut. And it’s a good one.

Much like the previous two films, “Creed III” once again gives us a story that focuses more on its characters and their relationships than actually boxing. In addition to Jordan returning to play Adonis Creed, Tessa Thompson is back playing Adonis’ wife Bianca, Phylicia Rashad as his mother Mary Anne, and Wood Harris as boxing trainer Duke Evers. There are several other familiar faces than fans of the Creed movies with enjoy seeing.

New to the series is the adorable scene-stealing Mila Davis-Kent playing Adonis and Bianca’s hearing-impaired daughter Amara. She’s a delight and not only does she bring heart to the story, but she also adds stakes. But most will be talking about Jonathan Majors as Damian “Dame” Anderson, Adonis’ childhood friend with a big chip on his shoulder and an even bigger axe to grind.

Majors is currently all the rave, and along with his name comes an unbridled fan-fueled ‘can do no wrong’ adoration that has even crossed into some film critic circles. But don’t let all the hyperbole-soaked praise on your Twitter feed sour you. Majors is a legitimate star on the rise, and if you need more proof outside of the eclectic array of performances he’s already delivered, look no further than “Creed III”. Majors does some fiercely intense, nomination worthy work which I hope is remembered next Oscar season. He’s that good here.

From appearing on billboards for Ralph Lauren to running his own gym and boxing promotion called Creed Athletics, a recently retired Adonis Creed is enjoying a life of luxury. He has it all – celebrity status, a lavish mansion in an upscale neighborhood, expensive suits, even more expensive cars. Thankfully his wife Bianca, now a successful record producer after hearing problems cut short her singing career, keeps Adonis grounded. And the two are raising a sweet and spunky young daughter together.

But Adonis’ world is shaken when his best friend from childhood, Damian suddenly reappears after serving 18 years in a penitentiary. Damian was a boxing prodigy and a former golden gloves championship with a huge career ahead of him. “Diamond Dame” was a rising star and Adonis followed him everywhere. But while out together one fateful night in 2002, an incident outside of a liquor store changes both of their lives forever. Adonis gets away; Damian is arrested and sent to prison.

Riddled with guilt, Adonis tries to help get his old friend back on his feet: inviting Damian into his home, introducing him to his family, and even setting him up in his gym. But as more details of their past comes to light, a steady tension boils up between them. It turns out that Damian is back to pick up where he left off, whether that means going through Adonis’ hot-headed protégé and new heavyweight champion, Felix Chavez (Jose Benavidez), or (inevitably) Adonis himself.

Screenwriters Keenan Coogler and Zach Baylin (working from a story they conceived with Ryan Coogler) continue the franchise’s long-running theme of facing and fighting your demons in more ways that just a boxing match. You might think that would get old. But the Creed movies (much like the Rocky films before it) tell stories rooted in the indomitable human spirit. Sure, they always end in a boxing ring with millions of people watching. But the undercurrent of humanity give the fights more weight. Never before has that been more true than in “Creed III”.

That humanity shines through in Jordan’s direction. His instincts transcends that of a first-timer, both in his wonderful command of the adult drama, and in his buildup and execution of the brutal showdown in a sold-out Dodger Stadium. Meanwhile Jordan the actor takes his character to some meaningful new places, and the scenes he shares with Majors are riveting. I do wish Rocky Balboa himself had gotten more than a single insignificant mention, and I’m always up for more screen time for Phylicia Rashad. But the film’s absorbing central conflict keeps us firmly in its grip. And by the time the Main Event comes around, we’re so invested that any complaint feels like nothing more than a quibble. “Creed III” is out now in theaters.

VERDICT – 4 STARS