Documentary Review: Kid 90 (dir by Soleil Moon Frye)


First released in 2021, Kid 90 is a documentary about what it’s like to be rich, famous, and young.  Apparently, it sucks.  The time that it sucks the most is when you’re no longer a teenager and you’re looking back on on your past and trying to somehow shape it all into a coherent narrative.

The documentary was produced, directed, and written by Soleil Moon Frye, a former child actress who originally found fame in the early 80s as the star of a sitcom called Punky Brewster.  That show was a bit before my time but I do remember seeing her on that episode of Saved By The Bell where she pretended to like Screech for his spaghetti sauce money.  She’s also appeared in a few horror films, many of whom have found a second life in the streaming era.  The daughter of actor Virgil Frye (he was the creepy in security guard in Herb Freed’s Graduation Day), Soleil apparently started carrying a video camera around at a young age and was constantly filming her friends, who included people like Leonardo DiCaprio, Mark-Paul Gosselaar, Mark Wahlberg, David Arquette, Stephen Dorff, the skaters who appeared in Larry Clark’s Kids, and a host of others.  She also saved all of her diaries and her voicemails.  Kid 90 was assembled from those artifacts.  Soleil tells her story while discussing the pressures of being a young woman in Hollywood and being objectified when she was barely old enough to be considered a teenager.  She talks about drugs, sex, her friends who died young, and the unique trauma of growing up while the entire world watches and judges.  She talks about a relationship with an older man, who she doesn’t name even while pictures of her with Charlie Sheen appear on the screen.  What she doesn’t do is go into too much detail.

Indeed, while watching Kid 90, the main thing that struck me was how guarded everyone seemed to be, even in the candid footage that was shot when they were all teens.  Young Soleil asks her friends about their philosophy of life and none of them can come up with anything particularly interesting.  Instead, they all sound like their reading from a script that was handed to them by a publicist.  The voicemails that we hear are largely generic and uninteresting and, if not for the title card that accompanies each one, we would have no idea who was talking.  (There’s only so much meaning that one can wring out of, “Hey, just calling to see if you were around.”)  Yes, Leonard DiCaprio appears in a clip or two but DiCaprio also served as a producer on the film so you can be sure that those clips were very carefully selected.  In the present, a handful of actors talk about the process of going from being teen actors to adults.  Brian Austin Green talks about the first time that he realized that there were people who did not like him.  (His shock about the failure of his rap career is actually kind of poignant.)  David Arquette is goofy but honest when discussing his history of drug abuse.  Stephen Dorff is thoughtful.  Mark-Paul Gosselaar is likable but obviously careful about saying anything that could come back to haunt him.  (I’ve never seen Gosselaar give a bad interview, largely because he’s a master of revealing just enough without revealing too much.)  And then you’ve got poor Soleil, who struggles to assign some sort of bigger meaning to her youthful memories.  She obviously doesn’t want to be known as just another spoiled child actress but, when she shares footage of herself hanging out with a bunch of New York skaters, it’s hard not to see her as being anything other than a rich kid slumming.

(Not that’s anything wrong with that!  I did plenty of slumming when I was in college.)

In the end, Kid 90 is really about the innate human desire to take all of the random events of our life and shape them into some sort of grand narrative.  Unfortunately, life is never really that easy to explain or categorize.  No one in the film, Soleil included, really lets their guard down.  I can’t say that I blame them.

 

 

Insomnia File #79: Bring Him To Me (dir by Luke Sparke)


What’s an Insomnia File? You know how some times you just can’t get any sleep and, at about three in the morning, you’ll find yourself watching whatever you can find on cable or streaming? This feature is all about those insomnia-inspired discoveries!

Are you having trouble getting to sleep tonight?  Is your excitement about the upcoming Horrorthon keeping you awake?  Well, if that’s case, you can always go over to YouTube and watch the 2023 film, Bring Him To Me.

In Bring Him To Me, Barry Pepper plays the driver.  He’s a quiet man, a career criminal who is good at his job but who also doesn’t seem to particularly like it.  We don’t really learn much about the Driver, at least not until the very end of the film.  But one look at Pepper’s rough-hewn face and his world-weary eyes tells us more about him than any monologue could.  He’s someone who has seen things that he would rather forget.

In this film, his job is to transport a talkative and asthmatic man credited as being the Passenger (Jamie Costa).  We do eventually learn the Passenger’s name and quite a bit about his family situation.  That’s because the Passenger will not stop talking.  While the Driver is trying to do his job and transport the Passenger without getting emotionally involved in any of it, the Passenger simply will not stop revealing details about himself.

The film takes place entirely at night.  The Driver finds himself being pursued by a number of different people, including a shady pawn shop owner (Sam Neill) who wants vengeance for both a theft and a beating.  The film doesn’t always follow a linear timeline so it takes a while before it becomes clear just exactly what’s going on.  Fortunately, there’s enough action and moral ambiguity to hold the viewer’s attention.  This is the type of film that demands a lead who can keep everything from spinning out of control and Barry Pepper fulfills the role admirably.

I have to admit that, when Bring Him To Me started, I didn’t have much hope for it.  The non-linear timeline, the occasional forced quirkiness of the dialogue, and the constant cursing made the film seem like it was just another heist film made by someone who was trying to be the next Tarantino.  That said, the film won me over.  Barry Pepper won me over.  The gorgeous night cinematography won me over.  And eventually, even the twisty story won me over.  In the end, director Luke Sparke managed to bring all the disparate elements together into an intriguing noir-flavored film.

Bring Him To Me surprised me by actually being a decent movie.  That’s one of the fun things about watching a random movie in the middle of the night.  You never know what you might discover.

Previous Insomnia Files:

  1. Story of Mankind
  2. Stag
  3. Love Is A Gun
  4. Nina Takes A Lover
  5. Black Ice
  6. Frogs For Snakes
  7. Fair Game
  8. From The Hip
  9. Born Killers
  10. Eye For An Eye
  11. Summer Catch
  12. Beyond the Law
  13. Spring Broke
  14. Promise
  15. George Wallace
  16. Kill The Messenger
  17. The Suburbans
  18. Only The Strong
  19. Great Expectations
  20. Casual Sex?
  21. Truth
  22. Insomina
  23. Death Do Us Part
  24. A Star is Born
  25. The Winning Season
  26. Rabbit Run
  27. Remember My Name
  28. The Arrangement
  29. Day of the Animals
  30. Still of The Night
  31. Arsenal
  32. Smooth Talk
  33. The Comedian
  34. The Minus Man
  35. Donnie Brasco
  36. Punchline
  37. Evita
  38. Six: The Mark Unleashed
  39. Disclosure
  40. The Spanish Prisoner
  41. Elektra
  42. Revenge
  43. Legend
  44. Cat Run
  45. The Pyramid
  46. Enter the Ninja
  47. Downhill
  48. Malice
  49. Mystery Date
  50. Zola
  51. Ira & Abby
  52. The Next Karate Kid
  53. A Nightmare on Drug Street
  54. Jud
  55. FTA
  56. Exterminators of the Year 3000
  57. Boris Karloff: The Man Behind The Monster
  58. The Haunting of Helen Walker
  59. True Spirit
  60. Project Kill
  61. Replica
  62. Rollergator
  63. Hillbillys In A Haunted House
  64. Once Upon A Midnight Scary
  65. Girl Lost
  66. Ghosts Can’t Do It
  67. Heist
  68. Mind, Body & Soul
  69. Candy
  70. Shortcut to Happiness
  71. Dallas Cowboy Cheerleaders
  72. Dallas Cowboy Cheerleaders II
  73. Don’t Kill It
  74. Listen To Me
  75. 300 Miles For Stephanie
  76. Hackers
  77. Rolling Vengeance
  78. Nails

Film Review: Go (dir by Doug Liman)


“What is rock and roll?” — Fire Up The Shoeshaw by Lionrick

In 1999’s Go, Sarah Polley plays Ronna, a supermarket cashier who is on the verge of getting kicked out of her apartment because she can’t pay the rent. (As Julianne Moore put it in Boogie Nights, “My landlord is a real jerk.”) When Adam (Scott Wolf) and Zack (Jay Mohr) approach her and ask if she can hook them up with twenty ecstasy pills, Ronna agrees. Her co-worker, Simon (Desmond Askew), is a low-level dealer and he’s gone to Las Vegas for the weekend. Ronna decides to get the pills from Simon’s connection, Todd Gaines (Timothy Olyphant). Because Ronna doesn’t have enough money to pay Todd, she agrees to leave her friend Claire (Katie Holmes) behind as collateral.

Meanwhile, Simon goes to Vegas with Marcus (Taye Diggs), Singh (James Duval), and Tiny (Breckin Meyer). While Singh and Tiny deal with the consequences of eating too much shrimp and Marcus deals with people assuming that he must work at the casino, Simon nearly burns down the hotel and then manages to piss off both a bouncer (Jimmy Shubert) and his father (J.E. Freeman).

Finally, in the film’s third storyline, Adam and Zack are revealed to be two soap opera actors who are secretly dating and who were busted by a bizarre cop named Burke Halverson (William Fichtner). Halverson wants Adam and Zack to help him set up Todd Gaines. However, beyond that, Halverson really wants Adam and Zack to have Christmas dinner with him and his wife (Jane Krakowski). Adam and Zack suspect that Halverson has ulterior motives and he does. However, it turns out that neither one of them could have guessed what Halverson really wants them to do.

Go is one of those films that seems like the greatest thing ever made when you’re a teenager and you’re watching it at your friend’s house with the volume turned down super low so that their parents don’t come in the room and ask why William Fichtner is wandering around naked while talking to Jay Mohr about cologne. Under those circumstances, it makes sense that the employees of a grocery store would all look like models and that they would spend their break playing the dead celebrity game. When you’re the right age, it doesn’t matter that Todd Gaines is a homicidal drug addict. All that matters is that Timothy Olyphant has probably never been sexier than he was in this film.

Once you grow up, it becomes a bit more obvious that Ronna, Simon, and even Adam and Zack are basically complete and total idiots and that they really have no one to blame but themselves for the trouble that they get into. When you’re a teenager and you watch Go, you ask yourself, “How could anyone evict someone during the holidays!?” When you’re an adult and you watch Go, you ask yourself, “Why didn’t you just pay your rent, Ronna?”

That said, I still love Go. Yes, it’s basically a rip-off of Pulp Fiction, but it’s still an energetic, well-acted, and surprisingly funny movie and I love the soundtrack. I love the fact that the film actually earns the right to be called Go by giving us a narrative that never stops to catch its breath. It’s a film about being young and being stupid and it perfectly captures why so many of us have nostalgia for the mistakes we made years ago. Go was Doug Liman’s follow-up to Swingers and feels like the type of film that would have been produced by Trent and Sue. It’s derivative, irresponsible, and oddly charming. It’s a mix of Los Angeles and Vegas that encourages us all to never stop moving.

The TSL Grindhouse: The Black Connection (dir by Michael Finn)


Miles Carter (Bobby Stevens) is a smooth-talking Vegas drug dealer who owes the Mafia a good deal of money due to some missing cocaine.  Knowing that he’s in trouble but still confident that he can outsmart a bunch of goombahs in ill-fitting suits, Miles heads to Albuquerque so he can make another drug deal that will net him enough money to pay off the mob.  But Miles isn’t actually planning on paying back the mob.  Instead, he’s planning on taking whatever money he makes and then fleeing to Mexico.  However, the Mafia has an assortment of overweight hit men with bad haircuts and they’ve all been sent to take down Miles.

That’s the plot of 1974’s The Black Connection.  Or, at least, I think that’s the plot.  It’s not a particularly easy film to follow.  The film starts out with nearly thirty minutes of minor characters talking to each other and making phone calls.  Once Miles does finally show up, it’s difficult to really know what he’s trying to pull because 1) the dialogue is so muddled that it’s nearly impossible to make out and 2) Bobby Stevens was not a particularly good or compelling actor.  Instead, he was the lead singer for a band called The Checkmates, ltd.  His bandmates appear in minor roles and also perform the film’s rather generic score.  Bobby Stevens supposedly came up with the story for The Black Connection but it’s interesting to note that, in the opening credits, there’s no “written by” credit.  Instead, someone is credited with being a script supervisor.   That would perhaps explain why the film doesn’t really seem to be complete story as much as it’s just a bunch of random scenes that have been strung together.

The Black Connection is not a long film but I would still say that it’s probably about 60% filler.  This is one of those films where no one does anything without announcing that they’re going to do it and then debating whether or not they should actually do it before doing it.  It’s revealed that phones make Miles paranoid and yet the entire film is full of people talking and talking and talking on the phone.  I lost track of how many shots there were of people dialing a landline and then waiting for someone to answer.  There were also multiple shots of people in phone booths.  At times, the film felt as if it should have been put in a time capsule so that, decades later, people could experience what it was like to live in the days before the invention of the iPhone.

There are a few scenes that work or, at the very least, are watchable.  A scene in which a fat mobster shows off his karate skills is interesting because …. well, he’s a fat mobster.  A scene in which two other mobsters grin while firing their guns into a car is notably gruesome and made all the more disturbing by the joy that the mobsters take in their work.  Finally, the film ends on a downbeat note that would probably be more effective if not for the buckets of fake blood that were apparently splattered around right before the director shouted, “Action!”

This film was produced by the infamous Harry H. Novak.  It’s nowhere near as sleazy as some of Novak’s other films.  That’s actually kind of a shame.  Sometimes, sleaze is the only thing that can save a film this inept.

Film Review: Swingers (dir by Doug Liman)


“Vegas, baby, Vegas!”

1996‘s Swingers is a very quotable movie.  “You’re so money and you don’t even know it,” is one of the more famous lines.  Whenever I watch the movie, I always laugh when Mike (Jon Favreau) reacts to Sue (Patrick Von Horn) pulling a gun during an argument in a parking lot by saying, “Haven’t you seen Boyz N Da Hood?  Now, one of us is going to get shot!”  But for me, my favorite line will always be Trent yelling “Vegas, baby, Vegas!” as he drives Mike to Nevada’s best-known city.

There’s a sincerity to the way Trent yells it, one that you might miss on your first viewing.  Trent is the aspiring actor who is confident and who always seems to know the right thing to say and who manages to keep his cool no matter how potentially embarrassing the situation.  He’s a bit immature and a little bit loud but he’s the type of friend that every group needs.  Mike is a comedian who moved from New York to Los Angeles.  He hosts a night at a comedy club.  He also asks for an application when he goes to Starbucks.  He’s just been dumped by his girlfriend and he’s struggling to get over her.  He’s still in that stage where all he can talk about is his former relationship.  He’s the sweet guy who makes you go “Awww!” and little else.

Trent is convinced that a trip to Vegas is what Mike needs.  Mike is trying convince himself that Trent is right.  It’s a long and a hot drive.  When Trent suddenly yells, “Vegas, baby, Vegas!,” it’s not just his way of keeping Mike awake.  It’s his way of promising Mike that things are going to get better.  To Trent, Vegas is the solution to all of Mike’s L.A. woes.  Once they arrive in Vegas, Trent neve stops believing.  It doesn’t matter that he and Mike get exiled from the high rollers table at a casino and end up gambling with a bunch of elderly tourists.  It doesn’t matter that the waitress (Deena Martin) that Trent picks up lives in a rundown mobile home.  And, in the end, it even doesn’t matter that Mike ends up spending the entire night telling the waitress’s roommate about his ex-girlfriend.  What matters is that Trent believes that he has the solutions to everyone’s problems.  For Mike, that solution is Vegas.  For Sue, it’s playing hockey.  Everyone has their own personal Vegas.

Swingers is a classic example of American independent film.  Jon Favreau wrote the script and based it on his own experiences as a struggling actor.  The cast was largely made up by Favreau’s friends.  Vince Vaughn has said that Trent was largely based on himself, which is why he asked that there be at least one scene that revealed that Trent really did care about his friends.  The story is deliberately loose.  Mike tries to get over his ex-girlfriend while receiving largely useless advice from his friends.  Rob (Ron Livington) moves to Los Angeles and provides somewhat gentler advice than Trent.  Sue pulls a gun on some wannabe white gangstas and talks about how he grew up on the tough streets of Los Angeles.  (He actually grew up in Anaheim.)  The effortlessly cool Charles (Alex Desert) declares every party that the group goes to to be “dead.”  As a group they spend a lot of time talking about movies.  They complain about Tarantino stealing from other directors before an extended sequence of them walking in slow motion down a Los Angeles street while the Average White Band plays on the soundtrack.

The heart of Swingers together is the very real friendship between the characters. with Trent holding it all together.  Mike and Sue tolerate each other because they both want to hang out with Trent.  Even the momentary crisis caused by Sue pulling his gun on the guys in the parking lot is solved by the fact that the guys all want to hang out with Trent as well.  Problems in Swingers are not solved by guns or high-speed chases.  They’re solved by video games, beer, dancing, and maybe a trip to Vegas.  They’re solved by doing your own thing and not worrying about “the rules.”  They’re solved by just being in the right place at the right time.   They’re solved by Mike dancing with Heather Graham and then hanging up on his ex right when she’s saying, “I love–”

Today, of course, Swingers is very much a period piece.  It’s a film from a time when you actually had to get in a car and drive to Vegas if you wanted to gamble.  It’s a film from a period where Mike has to ask permission to use someone else’s phone to call his ex and when there was a grace period between leaving a bad message on a machine and having to worry about anyone having heard it.  For me, it’s always interesting to see Vince Vaughn, Jon Favreau, and Ron Livingston back when they were all still so young and, in the case of Vaughn and Favreau, thin.  It’s a film that celebrate friendship, love, and being young enough to still feel like anything can happen.

It’s a film that celebrates everyone’s personal Las Vegas.

Capital Punishment (1991, directed by David Huey)


A new synthetic drug nicknamed “Kick” is creating havoc in Asia. “9 out of 10 children have been born with birth defects” due to their parents using Kick.  A syndicate led by Nakata (Tadashi Yamashita) is planning on brining Kick into the United States.  The government does the only thing that makes sense.  They turn to a kickboxer named James Thayer (Gary Daniels) to stop the Kick from entering the U.S.  The only problem is that Nakata was once James’s sensei and the head of the DEA (David Carradine) is secretly working with Nakata!

The plot doesn’t make any sense.  Does it have to?  If you’re watching this movie because Gary Daniels is in it, you know what you’re getting into.  Scene after scene, Daniels beats someone up.  He beats them up outside.  He beats them up in hallways.  He beats them up on rooftops.  Sometimes, I wasn’t sure who he was beating up or why but that’s to be expected with a Gary Daniels films.  Eventually, the bad guys kidnap Gary’s equally lethal wife (Ava Fabian) and Gary finally gets some motivation.  Even when motivated, Gary Daniels can’t act but he still does his best with the weak one-liners that the script gives him.  He’s the human equivalent of Homer Simpson shouting, “Die, bad robots, die!”  (With a cool dry wit like that, I could be an action hero.)

Don’t get too excited about David Carradine being second-billed.  He spends most of this movie either on the phone or driving a truck.  Do get excited over the way he calls Gary Daniels a “son of a bitch” at the end of the movie.  It’s as if he finally woke up.  As Nakata, Tadashi Yamashita is more committed to his role than either Daniels or Carradine.  He gets to deliver the inevitable “I am a capitalist” speech.

This may sound weird but I feel like I could watch this film a hundred times more.  It has no coherent plot.  It has absolutely no budget.  But it did have nonstop fights and Gary Daniels stiffly trying to joke after killing someone.  It’s dumb but hypnotic, the type of film where a bad guy gets shoved out of a helicopter for asking if he’ll be getting a fair share of the loot and no one really seems to notice.

I don’t know why it’s called Capital Punishment.  Does it matter?

Film Review: Rambo III (dir by Peter MacDonald)


In 1988’s Rambo III, John Rambo (Sylvester Stallone) has finally found peace.  He’s also apparently found a good cosmetologist because his hair looks amazing.

Having destroyed the town of Hope and belatedly won the Vietnam War, Rambo is now living with a bunch of Buddhist monks in Thailand.  The only time he fights is so he can win money that he then donates to the monastery.   When Sam Trautman (Richard Crenna) and CIA agent Robert Griggs (Kurtwood Smith) show up and ask him to lead a team of mercenaries into Afghanistan, Rambo refuses.  Even though Afghanistan is occupied by the same type of Russians that Rambo defeated when he returned to Vietnam, Rambo still refuses.  Not even seeing pictures of dead civilians can sway Rambo.  Rambo is a man of peace now.  Griggs thinks he’s a coward but Trautman understands.  However, when Trautman is forced to lead the mercenaries himself, he ends up getting captured by the Russians.  Now, Rambo feels that he has no choice but to head to Afghanistan to save the only real friend that he has.

For better or worse, Rambo III is a film of its time.  It went into production when the Russians were occupying Afghanistan and they were losing a war with the Mujahideen and several other tribes.  (In fact, the Russians actually announced that they would be withdrawing from Afghanistan just a few days before Rambo III opened.)  In the best 80s tradition, Rambo spends the majority of this movie blowing up communists.  If you’re actually aware of the amount of harm that communism — especially the type that was practiced by the Russians — has actually done to the world, there’s something very satisfying about watching it get defeated by one rugged individualist.  You can quote Marx and Lenin all you want.  It’s not going to do you any good when Rambo rams into your helicopter with a tank.

At the same time, it’s hard to watch Rambo III without thinking about how some of the Mujahideen (though certainly not all) later formed what would become Al-Qaeda and The Taliban.  Though the Russians were repelled, Afghanistan itself fell apart as the tribes that were once (as seen in Rambo III) united in their fight against Russia then turned on each other.  And, of course, America itself would later get drawn into its own war in Afghanistan, one that ended with the then-President making an ignominious and chaotic exit, 13 members of the U.S. military being killed during the 2021 Kabul airport attack, and the Taliban once again coming to power.

All of that aside, though, what type of movie is Rambo III?  It’s the longest of all the First Blood films and it doesn’t have the emotional power of the first film or the unapologetically over-the-top vibe of the second film.  The opening scenes in Thailand almost feel like a parody of a Rambo film.  And yet, once the action finally starts, Rambo III is definitely entertaining.  As played by Marc de Jonge, the main Russian is so evil that you really do find yourself looking forward to his inevitable one-and-one confrontation with Rambo.  Rambo III may not be the best for the First Blood films but it understands that sometimes, it’s just fun to watch the bad guys explode.  Speaking of exploding, there’s a scene where Rambo cauterizes a wound with gunpowder.  Apparently, after the film came out, someone attempted to do this in real life and blew off his leg.  Don’t try to be Rambo, folks.  There can be only one.

It’s interesting to see Rambo and Trautman fighting together.  Trautman may not be as big as Rambo but he’s still a badass in his own way.  Assuming that Trautman was roughly the same age as the actor who played him, he was 60 years old and still withstood Russian torture.  In the first film, Trautman took credit for creating Rambo.  In the third film, he glad that he did.

Film Review: Not Without My Daughter (dir by Brian Gilbert)


In 1991’s Not Without My Daughter, Sally Field plays Betty Mahmoody, a Michigan housewife who marriage to Dr. Sayyed “Moody” Mahmoody (Alfred Molina) is perfect until he convinces her to travel with him to his native Iran.  Moody says that the trip will only be for two weeks and that it will give his family a chance to finally meet their five year-old daughter, Mahtob (Sheila Rosenthal).  Once they arrives in Iran, Betty meets Moody’s family and is immediately made to feel unwelcome.  The men glare at her and the women seem to be annoyed that she’s bringing unwanted attention to them.  Betty struggles to fit in, covering her head and trying not to complain.  But then Moody announces that he’s decided that he will not be returning to America and that Betty and Mahtob will be staying in Iran with him.

I’m not really a huge fan of saying that a show or a movie “could not be made today,” because I often feel that’s just code for saying that you’ve reached the age where people younger than you no longer care about your taste in music or have the patience to explain the latest slang to you.  There’s no real shame in reaching that point.  It happens to everyone eventually.  (Even I find myself getting unreasonably worked up over people using “ate” as a way to praise something.)  There’s a lot of movies that would not be made today because cultural changes.  Sometimes that’s a good thing and sometimes that’s a bad thing but it’s mostly just an inescapable fact of life.  The thing to remember is that there is a difference between would and could.

Could Not Without My Daughter be made today?  Of course, it could.  It just wouldn’t be made by a major studio and it probably wouldn’t star an acclaimed actress like Sally Field.  Today, Not Without My Daughter would probably be made by a small studio somewhere in Utah and it would probably star Taryn Manning.  The major studios would be too worried about being accused of being Islamophobic to make a movie in which a seemingly charming man turns into a monster as soon as he returns home to the Middle East.  One imagines that they would probably move the action to a Mennonite community.

And it must be said that Not Without My Daughter does not feature many sympathetic Iranians.  There are a few who help Sally Field escape but they are presented as being the exception to the rule.  Even more importantly, they’re portrayed as not being particularly religious.  While Moody does start to change as soon as he and his wife land in Tehran, the film suggests that Moody’s main problem is that he’s desperate to please his male relatives.  He seems to be desperate to show that he has not allowed himself to become westernized.  For him, that means turning his wife into a virtual prisoner and declaring that she will not be allowed to see their daughter unless she submits to his demands and accepts his abuse.

Here’s the thing, though.  Iran has one of the worst human rights records out there.  Women’s rights are severely restricted in Iran.  Women are legally required to cover their hair and wear modest clothing.  Legally, husband do hold the power in the household.  They can forbid their wives from leaving the country and, as shown in this movie, they are given sole custody of their children.  The Morality Police are a real thing and women have been killed for not covering their hair.  There’s a reason why so many brave Iranian women have risked their lives to protest the Iranian government.  Being opposed to the War with Iran is not a justification for turning a blind eye to Iran’s human rights record.  Yes, one can quite rightly complain that there aren’t many sympathetic Iranians to be found in Not Without My Daughter but let’s not pretend that there isn’t some truth to the scenes where Betty is warned that she has not properly covered her head.

In the end, Not Without My Daughter is a heavy-handed but crudely effective film.  Sally Field is instantly sympathetic as Betty.  Alfred Molina is frightening as Moody.  There’s not a subtle moment to be found but I still cheered when Betty made her escape.

Film Review: Wild Style (dir by Charlie Ahearn)


In 1982’s Wild Style, real-life New York graffiti artist Lee Quiñones plays a fictional New York graffiti artist named Raymond. Real-life New York promoter Fab 5 Freddy plays fictional New York promoter Phade. Real-life New York underground documenter Patti Astor plays fictional New York underground documenter Virginia.

You get the idea. Wild Style is a feature film that feels more like a documentary. Set and filmed in the Bronx, it’s a portrait of New York at its most gritty and also a look at how those living outside of Manhattan made their voices heard. Raymond may be a financially struggling teenager living in a neighborhood that looks like someone recently set off a bomb, but he’s also Zoro, a New York legend whose tag is regularly carried through the city on the subway trains that he paints at night. Throughout the film, rap is portrayed as a language of their own, a way for the residents of New York’s neglected neighborhoods to communicate with each other in their unique way and with their own rhythm. Wild Style is a film that celebrates both graffiti and rap as a form of liberation as opposed to just another commercial enterprise. Considering just how mainstream and commercial both rap and graffiti have become, it’s interesting to be reminded that both of them once meant something.

Wild Style is a hang-out film. The members of New York’s underground art scene sit around and talk, and the film is less about what they say and more about the fact that they just exist and they’re willing to risk getting arrested to make their voices and their names known. In Vincent J. Cannato’s The Ungovernable City, there’s a section devoted to both Mayor John V. Lindsay’s hatred of graffiti and to those who argued that graffiti was a legitimate art form. At a press conference to show off the city’s newest subway cars, Lindsay was shocked to discover that they had already been tagged before they had even made their first run. While Norman Mailer is quoted as approving of graffiti, other critics claim that the only reason the rich celebrated the “authenticity” of graffiti was because it was largely appearing on buildings and in neighborhoods that they didn’t spend any time in. That tension shows up in Wild Style when Raymond complains about a group of graffiti artists who have sold out and are now accepting commissions and painting murals. It’s also present in the character of Virginia, who often seems to be simply slumming with the artists. It’s easy to imagine her returning to Manhattan and bragging to all of her friends about how beloved she is in the Bronx.

For a history nerd like me, Wild Style is an essential film. It’s a time capsule of life in the Bronx in the early ’80s. For all the time that is devoted to Raymond painting and various early hip-hop artists performing, the most haunting images are the empty lots and abandoned buildings that make up the film’s scenery. Looking at the Bronx, one can understand why the residents had to find their own unique way to make themselves heard. Abandoned by a city that only cared about Manhattan, the characters in Wild Style have created a world of their own, with its own rules and customs.

Wild Style is a time capsule. I mean, we have to face the truth. No one is going to build a working time machine in our lifetime. Films like Wild Style are about as close as we’re going to get.

Film Review: Dance (dir by Brett Bentman)


Donny Jackson (Keon Joel) has just been released from prison.  He was convicted of a murder that was actually the fault of his corrupt, criminal-minded Uncle Tim (Marx Mitchell).  As Donny explains it, he spent five years as a Marine, fighting in the desert, and then he came home to find the police waiting for him at the airport.

The only reason why Donny has been released early is because of his brother Jerry (Justin Ross Martin), a well-connected lawyer.  From the minute Donny gets out of prison, it’s awkward.  He has a huge tattoo on his neck and a manner that makes it clear that it’s been a while since he’s been able to let down his guard and trust anyone.  He moves in with Jerry and his wife (Melissa Chick) but he’s haunted not just be his time in prison but also by what he saw while serving in the Middle East.

His probation officer finds him a job as a maintenance worker at a dance studio.  That’s where he meets Claire (Isabella Olivas), a dance instructor who doesn’t flinch when Donny tells her that he was in prison for murder.  Claire can see who Donny is on the inside.  (Claire’s father claims that Claire has a weakness for people who need someone to fix them.)  Donny and Claire start to fall for each other.  But then Uncle Tim shows up….

2024’s Dance is a low-key and low budget film about redemption and I really liked it.  I appreciated that neither Donny nor Claire were idealized.  Donny wasn’t portrayed as just being a victim of the system.  Instead, he was someone who was frequently his own worse enemy.  Claire’s compassion felt real but so did her family’s concern.  This wasn’t one of those films where love was able to magically solve every problem.  I also appreciated the way that Claire’s love of dancing was incorporated into the movie.  Again, this wasn’t one of those dance films where Claire and Donny were suddenly perfect dance partners.  This isn’t the type of dance film where all of the problems in the world are solved by coming in first in some competition.  Instead, it was a film about two damaged people trying to make a connection.

I appreciated that the film dealt with the difficulty that that recent incarcerated often have when trying to adjust to life on the outside.  After I graduated from college, I worked as an administrative assistant in a law office and I got see firsthand how crime and incarceration was often a never-ending cycle.  Someone committed a crime.  They went to jail.  When they got out of jail, they were required to get a job but very few people were willing to hire anyone with a criminal record.  When someone is released into a world where they don’t have any real prospects, it shouldn’t be a surprise when they return to doing the stuff that got them sent to jail in the first place.  Crime becomes a career and doing time just becomes a part of the job.  It’s a viscous cycle and one that Dance seemed to understand.

Finally, I should mention that Dance was at least partially shot in Carrollton, Texas.  The fact that it was shot in a real town as opposed to some glitzy recreation of a town adds to the film’s effectiveness.  Dance is a real story that takes place in the real world.