Sleight is one of those movies that almost flew completely under my radar. Despite premiering at Sundance in 2016, I hadn’t heard of it until a tweet showed up in my Twitter timeline. I forget its contents now but the retweeter, Dulé Hill of Psych fame, was promoting the film. Which makes sense considering he’s one of its stars. As a fan of Hill, my interest was piqued.
The movie focuses on Bo, relative newcomer Jacob Latimore, a brilliant kid with a penchant for science. He was forced to drop out of school after his mother died to take care of his younger sister, Tina (Storm Reid). During the day, Bo works as a street magician, performing simple card tricks and levitating items for tourists in the busy parts of LA. But at night he hustles drugs for a local kingpin, Angelo (Hill).
For the most part, his life is going well. His bills are paid, his sister is doing well in school. He even meets a girl, Holly (Seychelle Gabriel). But when Angelo asks him for a “favor,” his golden life starts to tarnish, and he sees that the man he’s working for is not the friend he thought he once was.
Directed and co-written by J.D. Dillard, Sleight really delves into the character of Bo, working hard to make sure the audience really understands what he’s going through. Unfortunately, it does this to the detriment of the rest of the cast. We get a small look into Holly’s home life, with lines that quickly explain away why she’s not as happy as she should be. Antagonist Angelo is a trope-fueled gangster; we never learn why he’s as sadistic as he is, but it turns out it’s never important to the plot. All that matters is that he put Bo in a certain position and all we are supposed to care about is how he’s going to get out of it.
Sleight does do something very right, and that’s the aspect of Bo’s “magic.” We see early on that things may not be what they seem and as the film progresses, our suspicions are confirmed. However, we spend so much time wondering just what is happening that by the time everything comes to a head, the finale seems anti-climactic. Everything that the movie worked up to, the final confrontation that I was looking forward to, was over in five minutes, leaving me with a “that’s it?’ feeling.
The film’s marketing is my biggest gripe with Sleight. The movie billed itself as a super hero film (it was referred to as “Chronicle meets Iron Man”) but it never actually feels that way. Sure, it contains a few elements of super heroism, like the source of Bo’s mysterious “powers.” But at its core it’s a character study. It’s a tale of revenge and redemption. We see a smart kid like Bo get stuck in a harrowing situation due to factors outside of his control, forcing him to do something stupid to try and pull himself out, only to get mired deeper into it. Yes, Bo can do some amazing things but that doesn’t make him a super hero and billing him as such denigrates the achievements of his character.
All that aside, Sleight is a beautifully directed film. Dillard uses natural light as often as possible, probably as a way to keep the production budget down but he does so in a way that makes the film more interesting to watch. Even his framing of characters in certain scenes added life to otherwise static moments; talking heads aren’t very interesting but if they’re shot from the right angle, we can be enraptured.
The acting in Sleight deserves a nod as well. Latimore was perfect in the role of Bo, coming off as cocky in his magic scenes but then awkward and unsure when he’s with Angelo or Holly. Seychelle Gabriel was also a joy to watch; Holly’s backstory didn’t lend much depth to the character but Gabriel manages to keep her interesting, mostly through Holly’s rapport with Bo. It’s a shame Holly was only used as a crutch for Bo. I would have liked to have dived deeper into her character.
Dulé Hill was one of the oddest characters to see in this film. As an actor who generally only plays nice guys, like Gus in the aforementioned Psych, seeing him as the tough-as-nails, sadistic drug czar was certainly a change of pace. At times, it even seemed awkward to hear him drop F-bombs and get physical with other characters. Unfortunately, Hill’s portrayal of Angelo felt a little stilted, like he was trying to make the character his own instead of drawing upon inspiration from other badass drug dealers in early cinema. Which is fine, but when every other aspect of the character is derivative of a hundred other films out there, it doesn’t jibe too well. That said, Hill did well with what he was given.
I’m happy that I saw Sleight early in its release and I do give it credit for what it was trying to do. However, having one interesting character in a cast of overused clichés doesn’t make for a very compelling film. Pair that with marketing that doesn’t wholly apply and you have a recipe for a movie that is bound to disappoint some people. Despite all of that, the character of Bo make it an interesting film, one that I would recommend if you have some free time.
Grade: B-
The first trailer guarantees that Doctor Strange will be visually and cinematically unlike any other Marvel movie. You sense that Marvel Studios‘ latest will give basically Inception on steroids. While Strange‘s unique architecture was never in doubt, “will it have the typical Marvel charm?” was the question on everyone’s lips. Fortunately, likely thanks to renowned comedy writer Dan Harmon‘s rewrites, the most recent Marvel Cinematic Universe entry delivers in almost every regard.
We’ll definitely arrive at why I said “almost,” but first, many movie-only fans likely need some background. Doctor Strange follows the appropriately-named Dr. Steven Strange, a very stubborn, hot-shot neurosurgeon. He’s not a very likable or charming individual; traits that leading man Benedict Cumberbatch has fun with on-screen. However, as with most every origin story, his fortunes don’t last after a devastating car accident badly damages his skilled hands.
Desperate to reattain his status for his damaged ego’s sake, he treks out to a temple in Nepal to learn the mystical arts. As expected, the pompous Strange laughs off the very idea of “magic,” but the Ancient One quickly resolves his skepticism, otherwise, there wouldn’t be much of a movie. As Strange hones his otherworldly skills, he discovers the massive responsibility his newfound friends carry on their shoulders. This leads Strange to an intriguing moral dilemma of choosing to fight for others or only himself.
As with all reviews, I aim to remain spoiler-free. Unfortunately, many things I adore from Doctor Strange involve spoilers, but I’ll tread carefully. Firstly, director Scott Derrickson and the writers utilize the cast to perfection. Cumberbatch carries the film effortlessly, but you also have supporting players turning in memorable performances. Understandable controversies aside, Tilda Swinton brings an elegance, mystique, and toughness as the Ancient One. Chiwetel Ejiofor surprises as Karl Mordo with a few impassioned speeches. Benedict Wong shines as the hilariously stone-faced (and coincidentally-named) Wong. Although not exploited to her full potential, Rachel McAdams as Christine Palmer is a fantastic addition as well.
To accompany the acting gravitas, Derrickson constructs the most impressive, innovative visuals from any Marvel title on any medium. The thrilling opening sequence whets the appetite, and the movie efficiently builds upon that. We’re shown a psychedelic sequence that could be this generation’s 2001: A Space Odyssey stargate scene. As seen in the trailers, there’s also a mind-bending foot chase where buildings and roads are upside down or sideways or inside each other. With the mystical rules having been thoroughly explained throughout the film, these set pieces are immensely gratifying.
As for these aforementioned “rules” of Doctor Strange‘s universe, I truly appreciated how fresh Marvel’s introduction to magic felt. You’ll see lived-in dimensions, ancient artifacts with a rich history, and an expansive library. There may be times where the audience will want to ask the movie to “slow down.” The filmmaker throws a potential overload of information at you. However, hearing the Ancient One’s musings such as “not everything makes sense; not everything has to,” the film successfully reminds you to turn off your brain, forget about the science behind the magic, and enjoy the ride.
Now I disclose why I earlier claimed Doctor Strange to “almost” deliver in every regard. Unfortunately, the Marvel villain conundrum continues. Mads Mikkelsen plays Kaecilius, and turns in a portrayal that’s nothing or less than “fine.” The most frustrating part is his lack of clear motivations. He monologues to Strange about his devious intentions (which don’t really seem that devious), but the “why” is entirely avoided. There are effective efforts to tease future villains that do have more depth, but it’s at the sacrifice of the current villain’s arc.
Also, I’ve spotted a few articles mentioning how Marvel movies not named The Avengers have forgettable musical scores. After hearing the Michael Giacchino presided over the musical arrangement, I was ready to lay those sentiments to rest. I gained confidence after listening to the end credits music released a few weeks ago. Yet throughout the film, I didn’t even notice the music as anything more than ambient noise. Yes, you don’t want the melodies to distract from the motion picture, but the musician in me clamored for something of literal and figurative note.
Luckily, none of these criticisms ruined how tremendous Doctor Strange was as a whole. I’ll never forget feeling that ultimate high after leaving the theater, having seen Marvel’s most inventive, creative entry yet. There are enough Easter eggs and name-drops peppered throughout to justify revisiting the movie often. As a bonus, this movie’s mid and end credits scenes possess heavy implications to Marvel’s future titles too. Most importantly, Strange has the familiar well-timed humor and joyous fun you’re looking for. The Doctor is in.
Grade: B+
The Incredible Burt Wonderstone, starring Steve Carell, Steve Buscemi, Jim Carrey, and Olivia Wilde, may not be comedy gold…. or even comedy silver, but hell, it’s at least a strong comedy bronze. Is that a thing?
Moving from the realm of directing TV shows to directing his first feature film, Don Scardino feels a little out of his element. Considering the cast should have been a knockout, it’s a bit puzzling why so many jokes fall flat. Well, not really. Comedy movies rely pretty much entirely on timing and gross over-exaggerations. Burt Wonderstone lingers just a bit too long on jokes that don’t have a solid punchline to begin with, and Steve Carell comes across much too reserved in his performance to execute the leading role.
The story was something fresh I felt. It was the story of an entertainer at the top of his game, hitting rock bottom, and then rising again to defeat all odds (Well, that part isn’t fresh…). The twist being that it’s about magicians. In theory this felt like an opportunity for comedy gold in the same vein as Talladega Nights with Will Ferrell, but in the end I just wish Will Ferrell and John C. Reiley had actually replaced Steve Carell and Steve Buscemi in this. If wishes were horses then poor men would ride…
But I didn’t hate it really. It made me feel good to watch and I enjoyed all the blatant Criss Angel jokes, even though I would have enjoyed some subtler touches. Now and then the movie surprises with a joke that just works, hook, line, and sinker. They are often juxtaposed against a story we have heard before, that isn’t given much new life here. It really succeeds as a “feel good movie”, but doesn’t do much in the form of a comedy (although it tries).
As said before, Steve Carell seems far too reserved in this role and the comedy suffers for it. Jim Carrey on the other hand delivers, even though it isn’t his best work. Playing an over exaggerated Criss Angel parody named Steve Gray, Carrey is still a delight to see every time he is on screen. Olivia Wilde is beautiful and charming every second she is on-screen and I wish her character was utilized more than a shoe horned love interest. Steve Buscemi is an… odd choice I’d say. Playing Steve Carell’s partner he is equal parts harmless, but in the end trivial.
It isn’t a long movie so it wouldn’t hurt your time to give it a chance and you’ll know within the first 15 minutes whether it is going to make you laugh or not (plenty of time to get your ticket $ back).
I give The Incredible Burt Wonderstone a C
I’m a long time fan of Robin Hobb’s various series [The Farseer, The Tawny Man, The Liveship Traders] so when my room mate suggested I read one of the newest roll out, The Rain Wild Chronicles, I jumped on it. Have not been able to put it down. I’m not kidding.
Literally, nose to Nook, in the break room. Co-worker comes up and taps the back of the Nook, “Hey there, what you reading?” and I begin to babble on about rain forests and dragons and magic. Co-worker finds this hilarious. I’m not even swayed.
Spoiler Alert if you haven’t read the Liveship Traders series [Really? Come on. Finish it already, it’s been out for years].
So, last we heard, Malta, the lofty, bratty, Bingtown Trader’s daughter, had helped the Dragon Tintaglia and shacks up with That Rain Wilds Fellow. Good things ensue, prompted by ancient magic.
Althea finally gets a ship and Bingtown no longer approves of slaves and it on the postwar mend. The Satrap, ruler of all, is still a big old baby, but not so snobby and has learned a few lessons, you know, after having been kidnapped by pirates, almost killed in the acid Rain Wild River and so on.
Now, a year later-ish, the sea serpents are on their way to the cocooning grounds to transform into Dragons with Tintaglia’s and human aid.
Hints and tips folks, things go wrong. Super wrong. What was supposed to be the dawn of a new age with dragons on the planet, is not what was bargained for. Now, unwanted Rain Wilders [those affected by magic at birth and ‘deformed’ with scaled and claws, usually left for dead in infancy] have been recruited to care for the dragons and take them away.
Side story: Alise Finbrook, literally the bookish, redheaded, freckled nerd in the story decides to go on a scholarly quest to talk with the dragons. Hint: It’s a hell of a lot better than what she has at home with her handsome, A-hole of a husband.
Hobb’s writing can be a little florid, and there are always some similar elements like the unlikely duo love story, the child establishing their self, the war and strife to conquer, however, I eat it up every time. When I first started reading Hobb, I approached her writing as the romance novel of the fantasy genre.
Is there some dashing rogue? Yes.
Is there an independent woman, determined not to be defined by her sex? Yes.
Is there some kind magic involved or a castle? Yes.
Good.
I found myself getting attached to the characters and being more involved in the story lines than I thought I would be. I started waiting for the next novel series. I was hooked. It’s silly sometimes. It’s fun. The dialogue is good and there are a variety of characters to choose from. I love when a writer can incorporate the viewpoints of multiple people and make it flow well.
That being said, I’m super honest that I love the trashy romance parts of her books. There’s no heaving bosoms or quivering anything. . . . or if there are, then the character is seriously mislead, embarrassed and totally deserves it.I totally cheer every time there is a win for love. Can’t help it.