HERE'S LOOKING AT YOU, KIDNAP

Opening this weekend:

Bugonia--Pharmaceutical exec Michelle is abducted from her driveway, after vigorous resistance. The unimpressive kidnappers, Teddy (Jesse Plemons), a beekeeper and conspiracy theorist, and his affectless cousin Don (Aidan Delbis), shave her head and chain her to a bed in the basement. Teddy believes that Michelle (Emma Stone) is an alien infiltrator from Andromeda, and wants her to arrange a meeting with the Andromedan Emperor during an upcoming lunar eclipse to negotiate a withdrawal from their occupation of Earth.

Michelle stays calm and tries to reason with her captors, explaining that she isn't an alien, but that she is a VIP and the search for her will be relentless. Teddy is having none of it; he's anticipated every argument or play on their sympathies that Michelle can make, and he seethes with barely controlled rage. Gradually, we learn why.

Working from a script by Will Tracy, the mad Greek Yorgos Lanthimos directed this American version of a South Korean satire, Jang Joon-Hwan's Save the Green Planet! It's a bitterly funny, and sad, dramatization of how closed bubbles of belief can shut down the chances for productive human exchange. Michelle and Teddy lash out at each other with confident invective that suggests their positions are unassailable, impregnable.

Stone inevitably evokes sympathy; her eyes seem somehow wider and more plaintive under her shaved scalp, and the lotion smeared on her head gives her the spectral look of a Kabuki character. But she and Lanthimos also make sure we see that Michelle is a passive-aggressive bully, and in the midst of a grapple with Teddy she blurts out her Nietzschean view of their relationship.

Plemons is also superb, and he and Stone volley the dialogue at each other with skill and nuance. Delbis is touching as the apparently neurodivergent Don, who is pushed around by Teddy but at bottom seems to be more openminded and instinctively decent than his mentor.

It becomes clear that Lanthimos, following the Korean film's example, plans to finish Bugonia with a grand satirical topper. The route he takes, though admittedly funny, is heavy-handed, and diffuses the bite of what has gone before. Even so, Bugonia has more than enough brilliance and passion to be worth a look.

THE POD COUPLE

When The Wife--a talented, capable writer--tells me about using AI for her work, I feel like Kevin McCarthy at the end of Invasion of the Body Snatchers, when he kisses Dana Wynter and she says "I went to sleep, Miles, and it happened...Stop acting like a fool and accept us..."

Check out my non-AI-generated column, online at Phoenix Magazine, about PoeFest's live, non-AI-generated performance of "The Raven" at Rosson House in downtown Phoenix Halloween night...

BOSS MITIGATION

Opening in the multiplexes this weekend:

Springsteen: Deliver Me from Nowhere--Exhausted after the 1982 tour for his album The River, Bruce Springsteen rented a house in Colt's Neck, New Jersey, and tried to figure out what to do next. Unsettled by his rapidly increasing stardom, he started strumming an acoustic guitar and writing downbeat songs about downtrodden, desperate working-class Americans. These would make up his 1982 release Nebraska, as well as his 1984 hit machine Born in the USA.

Scott Cooper's biopic, adapted from a 2023 book by Del Fuegos guitarist Warren Zanes, recounts this chapter from the life of "The Boss" (Jeremy Allen White, as an adult). The focus is narrowly on that brief but critical period in his development, but we also see him haunted by his past; his troubled childhood with his drunken, scary but not unloving Dad (Stephen Graham) and his anxious, loving Mom, played here by Gaby Hoffmann. How upsetting is it that Gaby Hoffmann is now old enough to play Mom roles?

Shot in fine, muted tones by Masanobu Takayanagi, it's a watchable, absorbing movie. Although we're shown Springsteen's wary, commitment-phobic relationship with a lovely (fictional) new girlfriend (Odessa Young), Cooper honestly tries to keep the focus on the vagaries of the creative process; how moping around, reading Flannery O'Connor and repeatedly watching Terence Malick's Badlands can be essential to finding your voice.

But this behavior, however essential, can be a drag for the people around you, and that includes not only friends and family and lovers and co-workers but also the movie audience watching you. White is first-rate; exploding into life in the scenes in which he sings (blasphemy alert: I'm not sure I don't like White's singing better than Springsteen's), suggesting that performance may have been a form of therapy, even self-medication, for Springsteen. He's moving in his depressive mode, too, but there's no getting around it, the movie becomes a long dark night of the soul in these passages, and they make up a lot of screen time.

The best performance in Deliver Me from Nowhere is by Jeremy Strong as Springsteen manager Jon Landau. His hangdog manner is hilarious; every time his boss The Boss gives Landau more bad news, not only about what kind of album Nebraska is going to be but about how he wants it released--without press, a tour, or even Springsteen's picture on the sleeve--you see it register on Strong's sickened face. Then you see him stoically shake it off.

As depicted here, he's skeptical about the business wisdom of Springsteen's decisions, but he walks the walk when it comes to defending artistic integrity; his loyalty never wavers. He's the hero of the movie.

NO KINGS ROW

This morning The Wife and I participated in No Kings II: The Sequel.

A few images:

Our location was 35th Avenue and Bell in Phoenix; hardly a stronghold of rabid liberalism, but the turnout was excellent, running from the northeast corner of 35th to way past the Arby's, and as with the protest we attended in June--though perhaps more so--the response from passing vehicles was overwhelmingly positive. For every passerby who flipped us the bird, or gave us a thumbs-down, or stopped to rev their engine and blast exhaust at us--and there were a few of each--there were ten or twenty supportive horn honks and thumbs-up.

There was, of course, a big white pickup displaying a variety of pro-Trump flags that roared past us several times, would-be menacingly. And another truck pulled up so that the young men inside could shout at us "get a job!" and "you're all ret*rded!" After hearing this, we all realized the error of ways, dropped our signs and went home.

Since I understand that frogs are currently a symbol of the resistance, I drew my Ed Emberly frog--one of the very few things I know how to draw; I'm not as gifted an artist as Our President--on my sign, but there was a much better frog sign:

My favorite sign, however, read "MY 6x GREAT GRANDFATHER WINTERED AT VALLEY FORGE: NO KINGS THEN...NO KINGS NOW." Near this guy sat his Mom, whose sign was identical, except it said "MY 5x GRANDFATHER...".

Keep resisting!

DYSTOPIA, DAT TOPIA, DE UDDER TOPIA

Check out my preview of Southwest Shakespeare Company's 1984...

...online at Phoenix Magazine.

BURDEN OF ROOF

Opening this weekend:

Roofman--The story of Jeff Manchester, known as "Roofman," sounds like a tall tale. After serving in the U.S. Army, the California native robbed dozens of McDonalds restaurants, among other businesses, usually by cutting through the roof before opening time, politely and apologetically sticking up the arriving employees at gunpoint, locking them in the freezer, and looting the registers.

He was caught in North Carolina in 2000 and sentenced to 45 years in prison--his gentleman bandit routine cut no ice with the judge--but escaped in 2004. He then hid out inside a Toys "R" Us in Charlotte, subsisting on Peanut M&Ms and baby food, for around half a year.

But even that isn't the most astounding part of the story. During his Toys "R" Us residency Manchester, calling himself "John Zorn," slipped out into the community. He started attending a Presbyterian Church, dating a local single mother with two daughters, and generally acting like he was putting down roots.

The title role in this new film about Manchester's exploits seems tailor made for Channing Tatum. At one point in this film a cop remarks that Manchester is extremely smart, probably genius level, but "also an idiot." Few contemporary stars seem better equipped to get across that combination of resourceful ingenuity with extravagantly imbecilic recklessness, or of sweet, guileless, well-intentioned decency with dangerous obtuseness.

Most of Tatum's costars seem shrewdly cast to come across as sharp and intelligent by contrast to Manchester: Kirsten Dunst as Leigh, the Toys "R" Us employee to whom he takes a shine; Peter Dinklage as Mitch, the store's snide, toxic manager; LaKeith Stanfield as Manchester's shady old army buddy and Lily Collias as Leigh's elder daughter all seem, if they don't always act, dauntingly smart and perceptive. The faithful, led by Ben Mendelsohn as the pastor and Uzo Aduba as his wife, amusingly show us the seductive aggression with which a new face in church, especially a young single man, may be greeted. 

Directed by Derek Cianfrance from a script he wrote with Kirt Gunn, the movie unfolds in an America in which many of us live--fast food restaurants and chain stores and apartment buildings--but which we only occasionally see convincingly depicted. It's skillfully crafted, but it depends for its light tone on us finding Roofman lovable. Because no irrevocable tragedy resulted from Manchester's crimes, but perhaps even more importantly because he's played by Channing Tatum, we can.

BRIM VIEW

Moon Mammoths update: Long on back order, my Moon Mammoths cap...

...a kind gift from one of my sisters, has finally arrived!

The Erie Seawolves/Moon Mammoths had a fine season, finishing 39-30 and winning their division before losing to the Binghamton Rumble Ponies (AA affiliate of the New York Mets) in the Eastern League finals. If they bring back the Moon Mammoths identity next season--as they most certainly should--I have a modest proposal for their marketing team: How about a Fuzz E. Mammoth bobblehead? I would be proud to have Fuzz E. standing watch on my desk!