One release too soon, another too late, the other just right for family gathering holidays.
“Overlord” is perhaps the single least pretentious film that I have had the pleasure of seeing in years.
I know that the usage of that word has been widely co-opted
by the lowest common denominator of film audiences as an insult to anything
that dares to have ambitions beyond satisfying the most basic of urges of the
human attention span but if ever the calculated opposite of the word could be
put to a visual, I could think of no better visual than this film and the
thrill ride that it provides throughout its lean runtime just a little over an
hour and a half.
Born from JJ Abrams’ production company Bad Robot, who seems
to pride themselves on fun genre experiences that don’t get bombed by
information overload in the internet age, “Overlord” is a refreshingly simple
case of what you see is what you get.
Preceding the Allied invasion on D-Day during World War 2, a
group of soldiers is tasked with taking out a Nazi radio jamming tower hidden
within the church of a small town in order to kick start the series of
conflicts that will ultimately end the war.
Unfortunately, they discover horrific human experimentations
by Nazi scientists and find themselves in a struggle to not only demolish the
tower for the good of the war effort but the compound housing the tower and its
unholy abominations within for the safety of humanity in general.
“Overlord” really is as simple as that, a half war, half
horror, action adventure flick, embracing the tropes of simple yet charming characterizations
and brutally tense and atmospheric set-pieces while standing wholly proud and
unapologetic about its clear status as a B-movie.
The first half of the film sets up the best of two eras of
war filmmaking with an opening evoking the classic feel of a mid 20th
century serial before leaping into one of the most intense first acts of the
genre since the opening of “Saving Private Ryan.”
Even as the movie begins to play its true hand however,
director Julius Avery managed to guide his actors and the production with a
consistent tone that always draws attention to the superb craftsmanship on
display even of the film itself isn’t trying to reach for anything deeper.
The performances are top notch, even if the
characterizations of the screenplay are as basic as it gets, the tight atmosphere
well shot action consistently grip, and the special effects range from legitimately
fantastic to carrying stylistically cheap charm that reminds me of how
enjoyable B-movies can be when helmed by people actually trying to make
something that’s entertaining to watch instead of just play out.
8 Nazi Zombies out of 10
“The Grinch” is a film so calculatedly inoffensive that the only two things that really did manage to offend me about it were its own lack of teeth in storytelling and the notion that Hollywood wishes to continue making Dr. Seuss roll over in his own grave by attaching his name to in name only adaptations of his work that is so obviously not suited to feature length production.
Illumination returns to the Dr. Seuss well by producing a
movie just a hair over an hour and a half in length that somehow still feels
almost a half hour too long.
I can honestly kvetch for ages about how this thing just
meanders from gag set piece to gag set piece with the flimsiest plot excuses imaginable
or about how it atmospherically fails to capture true or even manufactured Christmas
spirit of a good 80 percent of its length to the point where I was wondering if
it was even going to bother adapting the “stole Christmas” part of the famous
story.
All of this would be a waste of time and investment spent elsewhere
however because when you hone in on what made it into the actual film itself, “The
Grinch” is fine; another passably unremarkable feature from a studio whose
reputation is built upon passably unremarkable features.
For every joke that’s a dud, there’s one with a decent
chuckle. The edges of the story may have been smoothed over for the worse but
the visual design is possibly some of the best work Illumination has provided to
date and while Cumberbatch is wasted as the titular character, he does have
occasional moments hearkening back to the reformation of Ebenezer Scrooge in “A
Christmas Carol” that are actually fairly heartwarming, even if the reformation
itself is poorly sold here because the character has been essentially neutered
of his bite.
Kids will love it and parents won’t hate it, I’m just done
giving Illumination the pass on skating by with bare minimums quietly.
5 Smile Termites out of 10
Grappling with the legacy of their fathers upon the world of
boxing, Adonis Creed and Viktor Drago fight for the honors of their lineage
while struggling to find out what boxing means to them beyond the shadow of
their father’s legacy.
It seems almost fitting that a sequel to 2015’s “Creed” with
such dramatic exaggeration would derive itself from plot points from “Rocky IV,”
perhaps one of the most exaggerated entries of the original series.
Where “Creed” however manages to continue distinguishing
itself from the series that spawned it is in its commitment to the human drama
rather than the pageantry behind the subject matter.
Michael B. Jordan continues to build his case for being one
of the best leading men in Hollywood today by portraying a more experienced
Donnie, unafraid to be a bit more egotistically flawed while seeming mildly
adrift in his newfound fame, questioning if his fighting career is really
everything that he wants out of life now that he’s sitting as a mighty champion
of the craft.
The danger he puts himself in becomes far more real as his
growing family life becomes a legitimate human stake in a fight he can’t bring
himself to back down from, while Stallone continues his full circle evolution
as mentor and trainer in the position of Rocky Balboa himself whose perhaps
brought me the closest to tears in theaters than I can recall in quite some
time.
The grade A character drama not only carries the film but
enhances the action in the ring as some of these fights are some of the most
brutal beat downs I’ve seen put to screen. The first fight between Drago and
Creed in particular is a nightmare of anticipatory cringing that probably made
me flinch more than the most graphic gore sequences of war movies, in turn
making their final fight one of the most suspenseful and satisfying set pieces
I’ve sat through all year.
“Creed II” is most definitely a formulaic movie as far as
sports dramas surrounding boxing are concerned but the film leans into its formatting
as a tool of engagement for prime storytelling in ways that lesser formulaic
movies take for granted.
The most cartoonish the movie gets is perhaps the final
training montage featuring a regimen so questionable it belongs in a “Rocky”
parody more than an actual successor but even so the ebb and flow of things
doesn’t feel so bad because its just so easy to invest in character that feel
this real.
The only actual flaw to that format however is when you see
the areas in which it could have improved, such as more explicit
characterization for the Dragos and their tragic circumstances, routinely
hinted at but never properly explored in favor of sticking to what’s tried and
tested. That’s a real shame because it’s the only moment where the film’s sense
of contentment seems to hold it back from a higher level of unexpected greatness.
8 Rounds out of 10
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