Lifetime Film Review: Accused: The Karen Read Story (dir by Linda-Lisa Hayter)


In 2022, a Boston police officer named John O’Keefe was discovered unconscious on the snow-covered front lawn of a fellow police officer.  O’Keefe was taken to the hospital, where he subsequently passed away.  It was determined that he died not from spending the night lying in the snow but instead from blunt force trauma.  O’Keefe’s girlfriend, Karen Read, was arrested and charged with the crime.  Depending on who you asked, Karen Read was either a cold-hearted murderer or the victim of a frame-up.  Because O’Keefe was himself a member of the force, it was easy make the argument that the Boston PD was so eager to arrest someone for his murder and “protect one of their own,” that they neglected to follow the evidence while making their case against Karen Read.  Of course, one could also wonder if Karen Read would have received as much support from the public if she had been someone other than an attractive professional white woman.

It took two trials but eventually, Karen Read was acquitted.  At the time, her trials dominated social media.  It was not uncommon to see the second trial referred to as being “the trial of the century.”  I think most of us understood that was hyperbole.  The Karen Read trial was not “the trial of the century” as much as it was just “the trial of the moment.”  After she was acquitted, people spent another week talking about her, the trial, and the Boston PD and then everyone moved on.  There’s always a new murder to “solve” or a new trial to debate.  In another year or so, no one will remember which side of the Karen Read debate they were on.  That will probably include me as well.

(Online sleuthing is always entertaining but ultimately rather shallow.  Those of us who have grown up consuming true crime books and movies often expect things to be more dramatic than they actually are and we tend to gloss over the fact that, while an online sleuth can bring attention to a case, it’s rare that they ever actually solve anything.  As an example, for all the attention that was given to Michelle McNamara’s quest to identify the Golden State Killer, we tend to ignore the fact that most of her theories about his identity turned out to be incorrect.)

Still, the Karen Read case was prominent enough that everyone know that Lifetime would eventually make a movie about it.  Accused: The Karen Read Story asks the question, “Did Karen Read kill John O’Keefe?” and then it answers it by saying, “Of course she didn’t!  What are you, an idiot?”  That’s not necessarily a complaint.  As annoying as I sometimes found Karen Read’s most vehement online defenders to be, I actually agreed with them about her innocence.   It’s just that, if you’re looking for a film that offers up any hint of ambiguity about the case, this is not the film for you.  The film is firmly on the side of Karen Read, to the extent that the O’Keefe family is often presented as being villains.

It’s a well-made film, though.  In the roles of Karen Read and John O’Keefe, both Katie Cassidy and Luke Humphrey give good performances.  Humphrey is especially good in the role of O’Keefe and the film doesn’t shy away from portraying the tumultuous details of his relationship with Karen Read.  (The film also deserves some credit for not turning O’Keefe into a cardboard bad boyfriend during his arguments with Read.)  Linda-Lisa Hayter’s direction captures both the cold chill  of the snowy night and the insular atmosphere of big city law enforcement.  It’s a skillful film that will be best appreciated by people who are already convinced of Karen Read’s innocence.

Brad’s “4 Shots From 4 Films” celebrates Tony Curtis!


Today would have been actor Tony Curtis’ 101st birthday!

With a career that spanned almost 60 years, Tony Curtis starred in a whole bunch of classics, especially in the 50’s and 60’s. I’ve always enjoyed watching Curtis, as he could be suave and debonair, hilarious, or even a murderous sociopath, depending on what the role required. Thanks for the memories, Tony!

Sweet Smell of Success (1957)
With Marilyn Monroe in Some Like it Hot (1959)
As Albert DeSalvo in The Boston Strangler (1968)
With Charles Bronson in You Can’t Win ‘Em All (1970)

And one bonus shot…

Just hanging out at a black-tie event with Charles Bronson (sometime in the late 80’s)!

A Scene That I Love: The Machete Fight from Walk Hard: The Dewey Cox Story


For me, there was no more touching film scene in 2007 than this one from Walk Hard: The Dewey Cox Story.  After years of blaming Dewey for accidentally chopping his brother Nate in half, Dewey’s father finally realizes that it could have happened to anyone.

Film Review: Christy (dir by David Michod)


When Christy was released last year, it received a lot of attention for featuring Sydney Sweeney as a very unglamorous character.

In the role of real-life boxer Christy Martin, Sweeney spends the first hour of the film as a brunette who doesn’t wear makeup, wears baggy clothing, and has an unflattering haircut.  Coming straight from the mining communities of West Virginia, Christy is someone who can flatten a guy with one punch.  Of course, for all the attention that Sweeney got for downplaying her looks, she’s a blonde again for the film’s second hour and she never looks quite as bad as the filmmakers would have us believe.

If anyone does truly look bad in this film, it’s Ben Foster.  Foster plays James V. Martin, the boxing coach who took Christy under his wing, arranged for her to get signed by Don King (played by Chad Coleman), and basically managed her when she was at the peak of her career.  James Martin was also Christy’s horrifically abusive husband, a relentless, cocaine-snorting manipulator who built her up just to tear her down and who is currently in prison for attempting to murder Christy in 2010.  When Foster first appeared in the film, I had no idea it was him.  I didn’t discover that Foster was playing James until I glanced at the film’s Wikipedia page.  Balding, overweight, and speaking in a slurred voice that makes most of his sentences sound like thoughts that died while trying to escape from his brain, Foster is unrecognizable as James.  Ben Foster has played a lot of sleazy characters.  (I still think his best performance was as the charismatic but sociopathic Charlie in 3:10 to Yuma.)  James Martin is definitely one of the worst and the normally handsome Foster is made up to look about as bad as I’ve ever seen him look.

The film follows Christy from her time as a college basketball player through her boxing career.  We watch as she becomes the female boxing champion and as she loses it all due to a fight for which she wasn’t properly prepared.  We watch as she and James dabble in cocaine.  Even more importantly, we watch as Christy struggles to come to terms with her own sexuality.  In the film, Christy’s marriage to James is more about convincing herself — and her homophobic mother (Merritt Weaver) — that she’s straight than any actual love that may be shared between the two of them.  At one point, Christy taunts an out opponent while giving interviews about how, when she’s not in the ring, she’s a traditional wife who loves to cook and clean.  Christy is not only fighting the other boxer.  She’s also fighting her own sexual identity.

The film is well-acted by Foster, Weaver, and Sweeney.  Sweeney especially does a good job of portraying the anger that lies behind every punch that Christy throws.  When Christy hits someone, she’s not just hitting her opponent.  She’s also hitting the entire world.  Unfortunately, the film itself often falls victim to the biopic cliches that one always seems to find in films about boxers, even ones that are based on true stories.  This is especially true during the film’s first half.  The second half, which focuses on Christy breaking free from James, is considerably more compelling.  Much like last year’s The Smashing Machine, Christy is an uneven film that still leaves you respecting its real-life inspiration.

Music Video Of The Day: I Hate Kissing You Goodbye by Tuff (1991, directed by ????)


You have to feel bad for Tuff, an American glam metal band that was formed in 1985, featured in the seminal documentary The Decline of Western Civilization Part II, and who were signed by Atlantic Records in 1990.  They released their first studio album, What Comes Around Go Around, in 1991.  The video for I Hate Kissing You Goodbye received heavy rotation on MTV.  And then, just a few months later, a band named Nirvana came along and changed the entire musical landscape.

Despite the Grunge Revolution, Tuff is still together.  Lead singer Steve Rachelle has also had a solo career and has fronted a few other bands as well.  Tuff survived.

Enjoy!

Musical Film Review: Eagles: Hell Freezes Over (dir by Beth McCarthy-Miller)


Thank God for Joe Walsh, I thought as I watched 1994’s Eagles: Hell Freezes Over.

The Eagles were one of my Dad’s favorite bands, along with Lynard Skynard and the Steve Miller Band.  I can still remember being little and sitting in the back of our van and hearing Hotel California playing as we actually drove through California.  It’s a nice memory.  When I went away to college, I heard the rumor that the band was named after the mascot of the University of North Texas.  It’s true that Don Henley attended UNT (or North Texas State University as it was known back then) but none of the other members of the band did.  For whatever reason, I doubt that the quintessential California band decided to pay homage to a Texas college when they were selecting their name.

The band was formed in 1971 and they had several hits through the 70s.  The members of the band were as famous for their fights as their music and the Eagles broke up in 1980.  The members of band spent 14 years pursuing solo careers and Don Henley famously said that “Hell will freeze over” before they ever all played on the same stage again.  In 1994, it appears that Hell did just that because the Eagles reunited.  They toured.  They released a live album.  Most importantly, they made some money.  MTV produced a special, Eagles: Hell Freezes Over, which featured the band performing in a Burbank film studio.

Earlier today, while sitting out on a deck overlooking Lake Texoma, I watched the special on YouTube.  Watching the members of the band perform with each other for the first time in 14 years, I could understand why they broke up.  Each member of the band was undeniably talented.  They sounded good.  But they didn’t have much onstage chemistry.  Everyone did their part and they did it professionally and they got through the show without cursing each other out but, at the same time, there was very little warmth to be found on the stage.  No one seemed particularly enthused about being on stage with his former and current bandmates.  They came across like a group of people who didn’t particularly like each other and who had mostly shown up for the paycheck.

The other thing that I noticed is that the music itself, when taken as a whole, was kind of boring.  I hate to say that because my dad loved this band.  And the songs certainly weren’t bad.  They were good songs but, when heard one after another, it was hard not to notice that the mellow California sounds got dull after a while.  Heard on its own, Desperado is a classic piece of Americana.  Unfortunately, if you hear it immediately after listening to New York Minute, In The City, and Get Over It, Desperado loses its edge.  Even the opening performance of Hotel California was a bit of a slog.  By the time this special was recorded, it was obvious that the members of the band had decided they were fine with nearly leaving the Hotel California.

And that’s why I’m thankful for Joe Walsh, the guitarist and not the self-important jackass former congressman.  Because Walsh, almost alone amongst the group, still seemed to be having fun on stage.  The performance of Life In The Fast Lane is one of the rare moments when this special really comes to life and it’s almost entirely due to Joe Walsh and his guitar.  Life In The Fast Lane was also my Dad’s favorite Eagles song so, on his behalf, I’ll just say, “Thank you, Joe Walsh.”

Lifetime Film Review: The Wrong Baby Daddy (dir by David DeCoteau)


Lila (Ciarra Carter) has just broken up with her boyfriend and desperately needs a new job to take her mind off of things.  Luckily, her friend Robin (Vivica A. Fox) comes to the rescue.  Robin not only tells off Lila’s ex but she also gives Lila a job.  At work, Lila meets Mark (Matthew Pohlkamp).  One one night stand later, Lila is pregnant and moving into Mark’s surprisingly large house.  (It’s a David DeCoteau film.  All of the houses are surprisingly large.) Mark’s ex-wife, Julia (Jamie Bernadette), shows up and is surprisingly helpful.  Meanwhile, it seems like everyone who questions Mark’s motives either disappears or is discovered dead.  Is it all a coincidence or should Lila be worried?

Oh, you just have to love the Wrong films.  A lot has changed over the past few years and Lifetime’s programming and movies have changed as well.  Whether they’ve changed for the better or for the worse depends on how you look at things and what you prioritize.  For someone like me, who detests change and wishes that time could be frozen for just a few years or so, it can be difficult to accept that it’s not the 2010s anymore.  But the Wrong films have remained consistent for ten years.  David DeCoteau directs.  Handsome men of a certain age are not to be trusted.  Everyone lives in a big house that there’s no way they would be able to afford in real life.  The melodrama is embraced.  The violence is often bloodless.  The main character is usually a woman who really should know better.  Vivica A. Fox plays the no-nonsense authority figure who, in most cases, says the film’s title.

It’s impossible to overstate the importance of Vivica A. Fox to these films.  Along with serving as an executive producer, she also serves as the voice of reason.  That she is usually as frustrated with the characters as the viewers is a very important thing.  Watching these films, it’s easy to wish that you could step into Vivica’s stylish and expensive shoes and say, “Girl, looks like you hired The Wrong Landscaper.”  Or, “Girl, looks you paid The Wrong Bill.  The lights are going to be off for a while.”  The secret is the way that Vivica delivers the line.  When Vivica says that someone was “the wrong whatever,” she leaves with you with little doubt that there’s no point in arguing.  Vivica knows wrong when she sees it and you don’t.

As for 2026’s The Wrong Baby Daddy, it has one of the best titles but it’s also actually a bit mild when compared to some of the other Wrong films.  It goes through the motions without ever going as gloriously over-the-top as some of the other installments in the series.  That said, it’s still a fun movie.  At this point, the familiarity of the plot is kind of the point.  The Wrong films are comfort food for the soul.  It doesn’t matter how bad of a day you’ve had or how negatives the news may be.  If hearing Vivica A. Fox call someone “the wrong baby daddy” doesn’t bring some light to your life, you have no soul.