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Get Smart


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Carell gets “Smart” down pat
  
In this big screen version of the 60’s television classic Get Smart, Steve Carell is battling a weight problem, career stagnation, not-so-secret feelings for his hot partner and KAOS’ plans for world domination ... and loving it.
  
After CONTROL’s headquarters are ransacked, compromised secret agents around the world are chewed-up like mini donuts at Rochesterfest. The agency’s Chief (Alan Arkin) has little choice but to promote mousey analyst Maxwell Smart to the rank of field agent. With the capable Agent 99 (Anne Hathaway), he’s charged not just with the formidable task of saving the day, but of doing justice to the original Mel Brooks series, as well.
  
Carell does both in this film filled with gadgets, laughs, and plenty of nostalgic nods for the boomers — the shoe phone is back as are catch phrase like “Missed it by that much” — though familiarity with the original series is not a prerequisite.
  
Fun cameos and sharp casting turn what otherwise might be dismissed as just another spy spoof (an Our Man Flint, Johnny English or Austin Powers) into what is literally the film of the century.
  
The film of the year?
  
Would you believe an incredibly fun way to spend a summer evening?         










 
Mr. Peabody and Sherman


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a/k/a: ‘Searching for the Royale with Cheese’
  
Mr. Peabody is above fetching a newspaper. Writing for one, yes, but fetching? Never. The university-educated canine is an accomplished inventor, musician, chiropractor, scientist ... he’s even adopted a boy, Sherman. But what impressed me most about the smug spaniel is how well he speaks Czech.
  
In fact, everyone in the animated revisit to the 1960’s classic Jay Ward cartoon spoke flawless Czech. Shermen, his friend Penny, and all of the historical characters they visit including Marie Antoinette who says, and I am not making this up, “Let them eat kolache.”
  
Here in the Czech Republic, where I am validating my own pedigree this week, the dubbed film Mr. Peabody and Sherman is titled Dobrodružství pana Peabodyho a Shermana. (Thank you cut and paste!)
  
Like us, Czechs love the movies and their movie-going experience is not unlike ours. Admission is comparable. I paid 199 CZK ($10) to watch the duo prance through time in their WABAC machine in digital 3D. The theater was clean, comfortable, and sat about 350. Concessions were primarily popcorn and soft drinks but at about only half the price.  It is also common to choose your theater seat from a chart when you buy your ticket.
  
The middle-school daughter of a couple with whom I shared a restaurant table told me she and her friends love watching movies with American subtitles to help learn our language. (Why not? All the Italian I know came from watching The Godfather.)
  
I screened this one commando — no subtitles — and my Czech is not very good so I had to rely on the visual gags. The animation was crisp in this DreamWorks release, but I expected more from the co-director of The Lion King. I counted four butt jokes, five if you count Peabody refusing to sniff one.
  
The plot is thin (think Peabody and Sherman’s Excellent Adventure); essentially Sherman gets into trouble trying to impress a girl and Peabody has to go “way back” to rescue them in overdone scenarios: The Trojan Horse, ancient Egypt, da Vinci painting Mona Lisa, etc...
  
Three past big-release adaptations of Jay Ward classics flopped (2000’s The Adventures of Rocky & Bullwinkle, 1997’s George of the Jungle, and 1997’s Dudley Do-Right) and I am not sure we need a WABAC to know this one is headed.
  
The film’s preceded by a charming short called Skoro doma (The English version is titled Almost Home and the alien captain is voiced by Steve Martin).
  
All things considered (my reaction to the visuals and the number of chuckles I heard from the audience who knew the language) I give this Czech version three dumplings, I mean ...  












 
21 and 22 Jump Street


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21 Jump Street:
  
I don’t want to say I watched a lot of TV as a kid, but when I read bedtime stories to my own kids, they all started, “Once upon a time, there were three little girls who went to the police academy.” So, yea, television is part of our collective pop culture.
  
No surprise then that when they’re stumped for new ideas for the big screen, Hollywood looks to the little one. Among the best have been The Untouchables and The Fugitive. The worst: Lost in Space. Somewhere in between is 21 Jump Street, the new comedy starring Channing Tatum and a svelte Jonah Hill.
  
This R-rated buddy-comedy finds the two newly-minted cops each assigned very hazardous duties. Not. But a revival of the Jump Street program sends the youthful pair back to high school, undercover, to bust a dangerous synthetic drug ring.
  
There’re some predictable laughs. The two were polar opposites in school — Hill was, surprise, nerdy and Tatum, no way, was a jock. Since then, they’ve joined forces to cover each other’s blind spots in order to survive the academy à la Rebecca De Mornay and Mary Gross in Feds.
  
A lot has since changed with regards to what’s cool and the tables quickly turn. Hill is now popular and Tatum lands in AP Chem. Not for long. In too deep they get into a fight and are expelled then consequently kicked off the force. They’re then recruited by a student to watch his back just in time for the big deal to go down.
  
Tatum is great here, but the “Slim Shady” Hill is not nearly as funny as the old “Biggie” Hill. Johnny Depp, who got his start on the series, makes a great cameo as an undercover DEA agent though Rochester moviegoers will hoot louder for Lourdes graduate Johnny Pemberton who’s one of Hill’s smart clique.
  
Unfortunately, 21 Jump Street doesn’t seem to know if it’s a serious play on the franchise like Mission: Impossible, or a spot-on spoof like Ben Stiller and Owen Wilson’s Starsky & Hutch.
  
It’s not without laughs and won’t be without a sequel (Richard Grieco, stand by) but neither is it a spectacular treatment worthy of the iconic series.




22 Jump Street:

It wasn’t a particularly great TV show in 1987 and was only mildly entertaining in its 2012 big screen treatment.
  
But it must have made some money because the geezers are back. This time moving across the street to a more elaborate abandoned church with the address 22 Jump Street.
  
Long in the tooth now, this time undercover cops Jonah Hill and Channing Tatum infiltrate a college where the geriatric gags get, pardon me, “old” after a while.           ”Seriously, we’re college students,” Hill assures a co-ed.
  
“But you look like my grandfather.”
  
“It’s the hormones in the milk.”
  
Hill is still the nerd and Channing the jock (subtract the designer drug, expletives and campus debauchery and you have essentially the premise of last year’s Monsters University).
  
Lots of the humor comes from them trying to fit-in which comes-off as labored and played-out. (The genre archetype, 1986’s Back to School, garnered laughs precisely because Rodney Dangerfield did not try to fit in. A suggestion, I’m just sayin’.)
  
They never quite do fit-in, but they have a mission nonetheless: put a stop to “The Ghost,” a kingpin with a toehold at the campus where a new drug has caused at least one death.
  
While investigating, Hill canoodles with a student who unbeknownst to him is the daughter of his ornery boss, Ice Cube (uh-oh!). But the girl’s needy roommate (Jillian Bell who steals the show) is even more irked.
  
Tatum (“I’m the first person in my family to pretend to go to college”), meanwhile, befriends the football team’s quarterback and like David Arquette in another (better) back to school film Never Been Kissed is tempted to keep the charade going to see his athletic dream become a reality.
  
No one tries harder than Jonah Hill to earn laughs and though he is frequently successful, the film suffers from a limited palette of stereotype scenarios like an epic Spring Break, a predicable human sexuality class and a slam poetry reading. The latter, funny as it is here, paled to Mike Myers’ recital of virtually the same stanza in, So I Married an Axe Murderer.
  
A couple of fun cameos including Lourdes grad Johnny Pemberton but most of the original laughs come during the end credits when subsequent sequels are unveiled.    
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Trouble with the Curve


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Cinematically speaking, Clint Eastwood is a national treasure. But with a legacy second to none, some might say of late he’s been typecast and relegated to grizzled and crusty roles, a  la Burgess Meredith.
  
Hardly so. The two-time Oscar winner (three, if you count the one he SHOULD have earned for Gran Torino) is merely mining his golden years for the nuance that gives Torino’s Walt Kowalski or Gus Lobel, the aging baseball scout in the new sports drama Trouble with the Curve, depth.
  
“A man’s got to know his limitations,” Eastwood’s Harry Callahan famously said and here the actor seems to be dealing with them. In Curve, widower Gus Lobel is losing his sight. Though the younger scouts have switched to computer stats, Gus still puts his faith in eyeballing a player’s stance and grip. For him, that means his career coming to an ignoble end is about the only thing he can see clearly.
  
Gus then takes to the road to scout a high school wunderkind to prove he can still carry his weight. Meanwhile back in the cubicles, Lobel’s daughter Mickey (Amy Adams), overworked and underappreciated at her law firm, is feeling guilty about not being closer to her father. Theirs is a fractured relationship, but nothing that baseball can’t fix. Together, reluctantly at first then by necessity, they reconstitute that which was once between them.
  
Contrived ending and all, it works.
  
Eastwood has raised curmudgeoness to high art. Adams always has pleasant screen presence and the plot even manages to extract a decent performance from John Goodman. The surprise for me was Justin Timberlake, who plays a pitcher Eastwood originally scouted but has since washed-out. Now both men are competing for the same first round draft pick with Timberlake also angling for Mickey.
  
At times, this one actually moves at the pace of a baseball game, but it’s always engaging and to me was reminiscent of both last year’s Moneyball (Brad Pitt, Jonah Hill) and The Color of Money, Martin Scorsese’s 1986 sequel to The Hustler that starred Paul Newman as an aging pool shark who sold salad dressing on the side.
  
With great performances and genuine sentiment, Trouble with the Curve might not be a grand slam, but it’s definitely a deep fly to center field that’s going, going, it could be ... it is!      












 
Moneyball


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Baseball has a special place in American culture and consequently in some of our most popular films, for instance, Robert Redford’s The Natural, or Kevin Costner’s Bull Duram.
  
Often the sport is merely a backdrop — The Bad News Bears were, after all, a rag-tag group of misfits pulling together to fight improbable odds. In WWII uniforms they could be The Dirty Dozen.
  
But sometimes a baseball film is just a baseball film; like Brad Pitt’s Moneyball, the biopic of Oakland A’s radical general manager Billy Beane, who was tasked with running a major league baseball team on a little-league budget.
  
When three of his star players are poached by the deep-pocketed New York Yankees, Beane has an epiphany. With a Yale number-cruncher (Jonah Hill) he sets-out to mine affordable undervalued players to replace the expensive ones; essentially weighing sexy stats lower than one key trait: on-base percentages. Bucking the old guard – obstinate scouts and team’s manager (Academy Award winner Philip Seymour Hoffman) – he assembles a bargain team who go on to set a record for the longest winning streak in baseball history.
  
Director Bennett Miller and writers Aaron Sorkin and Steven Zaillian (Schindler's List) did a little odds-beating themselves. They delivered an entertaining, probably Oscar-bound, dramatization of — and I am typing this in disbelief myself — baseball statistics.
  
Credit Sorkin, no doubt, who demystified all things Zuckerberg in last year’s The Social Network. Seriously, it takes some pretty good writing to weave jargon like ‘shell scripts’ and ‘OBPs’ into a story line without marginalizing the audience.
  
A lot of it might otherwise be dry were it not for the outstanding cast. Jonah Hill does an admirable job in one of his first non-comedic roles and Philip Seymour Hoffman is always a joy, even if we only have a small dose of the Capote star here.
  
This one’s all Brad Pitt and his Beane, a mash-up of a thoughtful Yogi Berra and compassionate Gordon Gekko, is definitely the kind of underdog story that classic films are made of.
  
Still, it’s far from the year’s best and I had a hard time watching this without picturing Andy Griffith’s Salvage 1 (“if we use glue sticks and duct tape instead of titanium and o-rings, we can get to the moon for only about $60,000!”). That’s not bad, It’s just what was on my mind as Beane scrounged a roster from essentially other teams’ rummage sales.
  
Even if it’s not a shot to the center-field bleachers, it’s definitely a solid double and that’s something that Beane himself would find more valuable.












 
42


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Racism has never been quarantined to the south and nothing better demonstrates its metastasis than Jackie Robinson’s life. Robinson, as many know, was an accomplished athlete. At UCLA he excelled in track, basketball and football as well as the sport in which he would be immortalized by breaking through its color barrier: baseball.
  
42 isn’t the first telling of the desegregation of America’s Pastime. Robinson played himself in the 1950 film The Jackie Robinson Story. But this one’s frankness paints a harsher and consequently more realistic picture of the larger struggle for equality that the athlete represented.
  
Harrison Ford (in one of his better performances) stars as Brooklyn Dodgers GM Branch Rickey, on the prowl for someone that will both appeal to the growing number of African American fans and help bring his beleaguered team a pennant. He takes a chance on the notoriously spirited Robinson (Chadwick Boseman) primarily because of his experience playing on integrated teams but cautions him not to fight back against the predictable resistance. “Do you want a player afraid to fight back?” he famously asks Rickey who replies “I want a ballplayer with the guts not to fight back!”
  
Easier said than done.
  
Acceptance comes slowly and usually because of economics. On a team trip, for example, an attendant filling the massive bus tank refuses him the use of a bathroom. “Stop the pump, we’ll buy our 99 gallons somewhere else” he declares; the gas jockey relents, “ahhh, go ahead.” And manager Leo Durocher cuts to the chase nipping in the bud any team incohesion, “we’re playing for money, winning is the only thing that matters.” Rickey too explains the only color he cares about is green before later admitting he fought hard for Jackie because “there was something unfair about the game I love.”
  
Some aren’t so easily swayed. One of the harshest yet most necessary moments in the film has the Philadelphia Phillies manager (Alan Tudyk) relentlessly haranguing Robinson from the dugout using the vilest language. After a generation of bowdlerization, for moviegoers this is patently shocking until we realize how ubiquitous was language like this in Robinson’s time; then we are frozen in disbelief that this was ever tolerated.
  
Through it all, Jackie Robinson stands resolute. Adept. Dignified.
  
“If they knew you,” Robinson’s wife Rachel tells him at his lowest point, “they would be ashamed.”
  
This one transcends baseball.







 
     


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