INDIEWATCH: ‘Be a Man’ a filthy look at masculinity

In “How to Be a Man,” former comedian Mark (Gavin McInnes) posts a Facebook ad in search of a filmmaker to help him document life lessons for his unborn son. At his mother’s urging, Bryan (Liam Aiken) answers the ad and bites off more than he can chew.

They meet at a park for the first shoot, and Mark touts a sign that reads “not a pedophile,” as they film playground bullies. Into the camera, Mark shares ways to counter bullies and assert confidence. Their first shoot ends in an altercation with Mark and a pushy kid exchanging kicks to the groin.

LIKE ‘MY LIFE,’ BUT DIRTIER: Liam Aiken and Gavin McInnes in “How to Be a Man.”

Mark soon discloses they’re filming this because he’s dying of breast cancer.
“So, this film’s like ‘My Life’ with Michael Keaton?” Bryan asks dryly — my sentiments exactly — but “How to Be a Man” is much more vulgar than its 1993 predecessor.

Mark’s documentary quickly turns into an ongoing life lesson for Bryan, who’s an aimless 23-year-old with baggy clothes and unkempt hair. As Mark talks about how his son should dress to be taken seriously, he and Bryan embark on an obligatory makeover scene.

Later, Bryan films Mark miming how to properly wash his man parts, how to score coke and how to approach and please a woman — all pertinent info for men. Mark changes from a guy facing death to the quintessential anti-hero, leading Bryan down the road less traveled of drugs and crime.

This film somehow tries to put a light spin on it, but I wasn’t buying.

ICE CREAM AND HEROIN: Mark and Bryan rally to score some H.

On the flip side, “How to Be a Man” did offer some surprisingly funny moments.

As Mark quits his job, he rants about how he used to be on the “The Arsenio Hall Show.” When he storms out of the room, a younger exec asks, “What’s an arsenio? Is that …”

I laughed out loud.

In another scene, Mark and Bryan bust into a heroin house, and their entrance is offensive and somewhat ridiculously comical.

But mostly, “How to Be a Man” is lascivious and filthy. Normally, I’m not one to stray from comedy that pushes the boundaries, but this film breaks them in half for a worthless punch line. There was an opportunity for depth in this movie, but “How to Be a Man” answered with a fart joke — literally.

Grade: F

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INDIEWATCH: ‘Now Is Good’ not so great

“Now Is Good” starts like any rebellious teen movie — a girl partying late with her bad-influence friend — but unlike other films, this girl is dying of cancer.

Before losing the battle to leukemia, Tessa (Dakota Fanning) is hell-bent on crossing items off of her bucket list, which includes having sex, stealing and doing drugs. But what writer/director Ol Parker makes clear through shots of her longingly staring at canoodling couples is what Tessa really wants is to fall in love.

As she waits, her rebellion wears on a bit predictably.

REBEL YELL: Tessa’s got her thievin’ face on.

She asks a radio DJ for tips to get drugs during an interview, she’s caught stealing and she hops a motorcycle with her neighbor, Adam, while her and her father (Paddy Considine) wait at a stoplight. This grows tiresome fast as director Parker peppers in flashes of Tessa’s family life.

Her father is “cancer-obsessed,” and her mother (Olivia Williams) is a bit flighty to say the least. “Now Is Good” finally picks up a bit when Adam (Josef Altin) enters.

He left college to recover from his dad’s death, and has since moved in with his mother. During a mushroom hallucination, Tessa confesses that the only time she doesn’t think about death is when she’s with him.

It was love at first trip.

I LOVE SHROOMS … AND U: Tessa professes her love of hallucinogens and the (literal) boy next door, Adam.

Fanning plays sassy with a blonde bob and British accent well. She’s hauntingly pixie-like and seems to have shed her child-actor exterior. Considine as Tessa’s father exudes caring, love and denial so well that I was consistently annoyed with her for putting him through the wringer. Actor Altin does his part as a dashing modern-day prince, and my heart went out to him.

Performances aside, “Now Is Good” had all of the elements for a solid coming-of-age reflection on life and death, but it didn’t quite deliver. It’s based off of novel “Before I Die,” by Jenny Downham, which may have been the better medium.

In this film, Tessa is written as very reactionary, allowing little to no time for character development or insight into her inner turmoil as a dying teen. This makes it difficult to empathize with her and see her as more than a defiant kid — and her character is so much more complicated.

If you stick to the end, “Now Is Good” makes up for this in performances and a focused meditation on life. But for an almost two-hour film about how precious time is, this may not be worth it.

Grade: D+

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‘The Loving Story’ devles into landmark interracial marriage court case

“The Loving Story” documents the case that made mixed marriage legal in the U.S. brought on by the Lovings, Richard (a white man) and Mildred (a “colored” woman). They were banished from Virginia when they wed in 1958 in Washington, D.C.

At this time, interracial marriage was illegal in 24 states. This film tells the Lovings’ nine-year struggle for the right to stay husband and wife and return to their home state.

The real hook of “The Loving Story” is the dedication and love between Mildred and Richard.

“It was love at first sight. To marry someone and then have to go through all that they went through — it was nothing but love,” Mildred says in old footage.

Mildred and Richard Loving were banished from their home state, Virginia, for marrying outside of their races. “The Loving Story” looks at this monumental case in U.S. history.

Director Nancy Buirski shows several images of the Lovings’ admiration of one another. Richard, with a military-style buzz cut, is extremely affectionate with his wife — lying his head on her lap, hugging and kissing her. Mildred is shown as very soft-spoken, exuding a quiet elegance while staring into the face of adversity.

Buirski offers insight into this time in our history through interviews with Richard and Mildred’s children, Richard’s mother and southern white men and women reflecting on interracial marriage. Though, she’s smart to juxtapose this with information from historian Edward Ayers, of the University of Richmond.

He says segregation is fundamentally about sex, and it was designed to keep men and women of different races from temptation. “So, the more intimate a space was — a railroad car, a parlor, a restaurant, a school room —- the more likely it was to be segregated,” he says. “Ironically, the Loving case, being about love, being about sex, is actually what segregation was about all along.”

Prepare yourself for racial slurs and phrases such as “mongrel race,” but this film is quick to throw this mindset some sort of bone in that this case challenged racism and nonracists who were simply pro-establishment.

The Lovings.

One of the most interesting videos in “The Loving Story” shows Mildred, Richard and their attorneys, Bernard S. Cohen and Philip J. Hirschkop as they make a game plan for bail and charges if the couple is discovered “secretly cohabitating” in Virginia during court proceedings.

It’s difficult to watch this without an emotional reaction, as well as question if you’d have the same fortitude as the Lovings. Though, watching this, it’s interesting to note how society has progressed the past 60-plus years.

Though, this documentary does end a bit flatly.

Because the Lovings’ story and their court case may only be reflected upon by the attorneys who argued it, “The Loving Story” loses a bit of gusto, sentiment and reflection on civil rights. It would have been a much more powerful documentary had it been made five or six years earlier when Mildred was still alive.

That aside, “The Loving Story” offers an intelligent look at former injustices in the U.S. It’s still (kind of) worth a watch.

Grade: C

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INDIEWATCH: ‘The Big Wedding’ a lightweight disappointment with heavy-hitters

“The Big Wedding” is now available on streaming, and for those who missed it in theaters, you may have saved some dough.

It stars Diane Keaton and Robert De Niro as ex-spouses, Ellie and Don, who reunite for their adopted son’s nuptials. The hitch is they have to pretend to still be married because their son’s biological mom is way religious.

It’s a pretty loose reason for a weekend of chaos, but “The Big Wedding” tries its hardest to make this charming to no avail. With a huge cast of star power — Susan Sarandon, Katherine Heigl, Topher Grace, Amanda Seyfried — there are too many cooks in the kitchen in this modern family rom-com.

Katherine Heigl plays a borderline lush and Susan Sarandon “the other woman” in “The Big Wedding.”

Bebe (Sarandon) is Don’s live-in girlfriend of 10 years, Lyla (Heigl) is boozing from the stress of a failed marriage, and Jared (Grace) is a 30-year-old virgin who’s saving himself for love.

The tamest characters are soon-to-be wed Missy (Seyfried) and Alejandro (Ben Barnes), who fight to stay positive despite looming family drama. Robin Williams plays a Catholic priest caricature who heads the wedding ceremony, and his comedic genius seems a distant memory.

From the get go, “The Big Wedding” plays more off of its cast than its plot.

Ellie (Keaton) walks in on Don and Bebe on the cusp of cunnilingus, Lyla is so drunk she vomits on Don the first time she sees him and Jared (Grace) flips from successful doctor to raucous lothario as he pursues his adopted brother’s biological sister.

It plays out a bit like a soap opera that touts a lot of characters and a lot of shenanigans.

Don (Robert De Niro) gets decked by his live-in girlfriend in front of his ex-wife, Ellie (Diane Keaton) in “The Big Wedding,” now available on streaming.

 

The kicking-someone-under-the-table schtick is used often, and the actors seem a bit noncommittal throughout — save for Robert De Niro.

This Oscar-winning powerhouse delivers moments of depth in comedies “Stardust” and “Meet the Parents,” and it’s no different in “The Big Wedding.”

In one scene, Don and Lyla are reconciling their difficult father-daughter relationship, and De Niro has one pure moment of grief and conflict, that made me nearly tear up.

Except for that, the acting in this film is ho-hum, though “The Big Wedding” does a decent job of sets and clothing — bright and light. The music definitely matches this film’s candid tone, though sometimes overpowering during scenes of hijinks.

“The Big Wedding” looks like a cute family movie, but it has a hard R rating with a lot of swearing and sexual content. If you’re in the mood for a silly escape in lieu of another blizzard, this may work for you, though, I hate to admit, “The Big Wedding” did nothing for me.

Grade: F

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INDIEWATCH: No life in ‘Dead Man Down’

Colin Farrell and Noomi Rapace star in “Dead Man Down,” a movie with delusions of grandeur of Shakespearean proportions.

Victor (Farrell) saves his boss, crime-lord Alphonse (Terrence Howard), during a shake-up, where Alphonse accuses a thug of sending mysterious threats in the mail. We quickly find out — in the silliest of ways —- that Victor is behind the death notes.

Victor’s across-the-street neighbor, Beatrice, talks him into a date, and afterward, leads him to the door of the man who disfigured her in a drunken driving accident. Beatrice says she’ll use a video she took of Victor strangling someone in his apartment as blackmail unless he kills the man responsible for her plight.

Colin Farrell and Noomi Rapace fall in weird, vengeful love in “Dead Man Down.”

This is the most heavy-hitting scene of “Dead Man Down.” Actress Rapace goes from 0 to 100 in 20 seconds, as does this movie that’s all about the heat of vengeance.

Beatrice seeks retribution for her disfigurement, and Victor’s lust for blood stems from the loss of his wife and daughter at the call of Alphonse. Rapace and Farrell play their parts at a level that feels sedated compared to previous roles, and they reveal their deepest motivations at an almost comical pace.

On their second meeting, Victor, who has been orchestrating Alphonse’s demise for years, dumps everything on Beatrice in a matter of minutes. Beatrice follows Victor on his various raids around town. Their connection cements, but the execution feels implausible. The rest of “Dead Man Down” plays out a bit predictably and melodramatically, as Beatrice and Victor fall in love that may or may not be consummated.

Terrence Howard fails to bring the pain as a crime lord in “Dead Man Down.”

Supporting players are a bit wasted. Terrence Howard doesn’t deliver as a crime boss. French mega-actress Isabelle Huppert stands in as Beatrice’s live-in mother, and Dominic Cooper stumbles about as Darcy, Victor’s gangster sidekick who’s trying to solve the mail mystery for Alphonse. Huppert is a powerhouse actress, but there was little to no time for her to shine. Actor Cooper did his part, which culminates in a standoff between him and Victor that falls flat.

“Dead Man Down” may lack a bit in plot execution, but I was taken with the set designs and music. Victor and Beatrice’s apartments felt foreign, and that made their crime world feel like a slight throwback to “The Professional.” Props for the music selected as a backdrop to action sequences, which director Niels Arden Oplev did pretty up to par. Aside from that, I wasn’t thrilled with this film.

“Dead Man Down” has a solid idea: Two seek redemption with vengeance-heavy hearts. But clocking in at almost two hours, the film doesn’t develop this enough for a viewer to invest in their fates. And personally, I checked out about an hour in.

Grade: D+

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INDIEWATCH: ‘Chasing Beauty’ sizes up the ugly side of modeling

Modeling, glamour and cults is “Chasing Beauty” in a nutshell.

It gives a behind-the-scenes look at the industry, society’s fixation on attractiveness and what beauty is through interviews with supermodels, fashion photographers, psychologists and more.

The pacing is grabbing from the get go and starts with a crazy statistic that 23 percent of young American women would rather lose their ability to read than their figures.

“Beauty is like money, it’s a currency,” says former model Kelly Andersen, and writer/director Brent Huff addresses our culture’s fascination with youth and beauty and how that’s reinforced to young women through television and film.

FIERCE: Model Allison Stepka in “Chasing Beauty.”

Budding models ages 5 to 21 are interviewed amid mildly disturbing footage of kids practicing their catwalks, and we follow an L.A.-bound woman from the Midwest and a high school football star who’s trying to make it as a shirtless Abercrombie and Fitch greeter.

Following them through rejection and resilience is difficult, and the industry is painted as all-business, cold and unforgiving.

Director Huff breaks down how we view beauty as a society through facial imaging analysis, how the most exquisite men and women are Photoshopped 100 percent of the time and the high standard of beauty today.

One modeling agent says fashion designers dictate sizes, which is more important than weight. Eating disorders are showcased, and the same modeling agent said a tell-tale sign a model is bulimic is she orders ice cream after a meal — it pads the burn of purging afterward.

“Chasing Beauty” spares no gory details of model insecurities. The most intriguing, and most distracting, segment is its look at first male supermodel Hoyt Richards’ 20-year involvement with a cult.

VOGUE: Male supermodel Hoyt Richards was in a cult for 20 years.

This felt like a serious sidestep, but it showed cult leaders actively preyed on models as a result of their insecurities, need for positive reinforcement and wealth. This was way too interesting of an insight into modeling that could’ve been a documentary in itself, and here, this film didn’t do this subject justice.

On the plus side, serious props for its view on beauty as a whole.

Modeling scouts and stylists admonish plastic surgery, and “Chasing Beauty” ends with industry heads reflecting on what beauty is.

“To me, a lot of beauty is from within,” says modeling agent Marion Smith, and stylist Brandon Sapin says beauty is “an attitude. It’s an air of confidence. It’s an aura.”
A Beverly Hills plastic surgeon says beauty is just a physical feature.

“We can change it, but the one thing I can’t change is your attitude about yourself,” says Dr. David Sayah. And male model Richards says he considers someone’s spirit and innate kindness more attractive than looks.

“Chasing Beauty” is a well-done documentary that covers a lot of ground, and true to its tagline, it “shows the ugly side of being pretty” — and for me, staring into ugliness has never been more captivating.

Grade: A-

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INDIEWATCH: ‘Somebody’ a deadpan look at immortality

“Somebody Up There Likes Me” plays out like a modern-day, indie fable.
It follows Max (Keith Poulson) for 35 years as he stays as young as his first scene thanks to a magical suitcase that spews age-defying, glittery light.

And what does a man with a fountain of youth do with his power?

He steals flowers from a cemetery plot, loses staring matches with kids and marries his co-worker Lyla (Jessica Weixler) who is later wooed by Max’s bestie, Sal (Nick Offerman).

AWWW: Nick Offerman (right) pulls a Ron Swanson in “Somebody Up There Likes Me,” costarring Keith Poulson (left).

Yes, “Somebody” is a little absurd, but there lies a glimmer of charm in its characters.
Max is an antihero with unlimited, misguided power in his magical suitcase. Sal is a hard-nosed bear of a man, and Lyla is unassuming and slightly adorable.

Poulson’s straight-faced and monotone style is perfect for the part of Max, and writer/director Bob Byington hams up Offerman’s deadpan delivery to a tee so well that it feels like Ron Swanson, of NBC’s “Parks and Recreation,” is on screen.

Poulson and Offerman’s banter throughout is witty, dry and seemingly improvised, and Offerman’s real-life wife, Megan Mullally, has a small and hilarious role as Max’s marriage counselor in a bad wig.

CHARMED BAGGAGE: Max takes a whiff of his magical suitcase.
It keeps him young.

These characters had me laughing out loud in the first 10 minutes in their oddball interactions, but one downfall is the charm of Max’s unsympathetic disposition wears off about halfway through.

He’s unfazed by birth, divorce or death, and his sardonic approach to life gets a bit stale — even for him.

“Somebody Up There Likes Me” is definitely not for everyone. It’s a comical ride, but unlike its main character, this film gets old after the first 30 minutes.

Grade: D+

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INDIEWATCH: ‘The Hunt’ a solid Oscar contender

You may recognize Mads Mikkelsen as the bad guy in NBC’s “Hannibal” or “Casino Royale,” but he plays a much different role in “The Hunt,” which is up for an Oscar on Sunday.

Mikkelsen stars as Lucas, a divorced kindergarten teacher who’s trying to win custody of his teenage son. He’s a staple in his community with a tight-knit group of friends, and he’s a favorite of the children and staff at his school — until one of his students develops an innocent crush and kisses him.

 He tells her actions like that are for moms and dads, and she responds with an unfounded accusation of indecent conduct.

Susse Wold (left) and Annika Wedderkopp in “The Hunt.”

Watching the school’s principal take unorthodox steps — calling Lucas’ ex-wife and sharing the accusation with other parents before calling the authorities — is incredibly unsettling. Hysteria on par with “The Crucible” sets in, and there’s no turning back even when the student says she lied.

The key difference between “The Hunt” and other films about child abuse —  such as “Doubt” and “The Woodsman” — is our protagonist is innocent, and that makes the shift in this film hard to bear.

I was on the edge of my seat as the townspeople preyed on Lucas with cunning. His friends, colleagues and former students fear and flee him, and avoidance escalates to violence slowly and realistically.

ON GUARD: Mads Mikkelsen in “The Hunt.”

Mikkelsen relays subdued despair and suspicion so well that you’re paranoid for him.

In one scene, his girlfriend asks if he’s guilty. His exhaustion flips to hopelessness then rage as he repeats “You think I’m a sick person?”

Supporting players Thomas Bo Larsen and Annika Wedderkopp take “The Hunt” to the next level, but it’s Mikkelsen’s performance that steals the show.
The direction and cinematography were spot on with earthy tones indoors and out, reinforcing the town as a metaphorical hunting ground.

This film is an engrossing look at our flawed human nature, civility as a social construct and the fragile line between the hunter and the hunted.

“The Hunt” is a solid candidate for an Oscar win Sunday, and it’s definitely worth a watch.

Grade: A-

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INDIEWATCH: Birbiglia delivers universally likable comedy in ‘My Girlfriend’s Boyfriend’

I’m pretty new to standup comedy. In recent years, I’ve fallen in love with Patton Oswalt, John Mulaney and, of course, Louis C.K., but one comedian I’ve always been keen to is Mike Birbiglia.

He’s playing the Fargo Theatre on Friday, and to prep, I watched his latest special, “My Girlfriend’s Boyfriend.” I’m happy to say it cemented my fandom.

I first heard his comedy on NPR’s “This American Life,” but seeing him perform is so much better. Like many comedians, he’s insightful, self-deprecating and intelligent, and his unassuming stature and boyish face add to his comedic execution.

Mike Birbiglia in “My Girlfriend’s Boyfriend.”

In one bit, he likens making out to a dog eating spaghetti, and his imitation is horrifyingly funny. Later, he talks about a carnival ride that ruined his first kiss, as he spins in circles on stage.

Versus ongoing punchlines, “My Girlfriend’s Boyfriend” is a personal narrative of Birbiglia’s relationships. His pacing is on point, and he plays off of the crowd wonderfully for effect.

In one bit, he says “The final red flag with Amanda is that she told me not to tell anyone that she was my girlfriend.” Slight groans in the crowd are answered with  “I know. I’m in the future also.”

Watching this, I was taken with how he shares embarrassment and injustices without a trace of malevolence. He talks about being T-boned by a drunken driver, and he stops to footnote this as “the culinary way of describing it,” and the kicker is his innocent-looking expression.

Birbiglia’s so raw, painfully honest and always at a PG-13 level in this film. It’s natural to relate to him as he reveals universally awkward and coming-of-age moments like being the last one in middle school to kiss, slow-dancing for the first time and the start of a new romance.

I laughed out loud consistently, rewound parts and was pleasantly surprised by this film’s ending.

I was moved to the point of tears, which seems the antithesis of a standup routine, but on the contrary, that made “My Girlfriend’s Boyfriend” more unique and likable.

If you can’t make Birbiglia’s show Friday, check this out. It’s definitely worth a watch.

Grade: A

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INDIEWATCH: Two films for whatever genre you’re craving this Valentine’s Day

Movies can complement or distract emotion pretty well, and during a holiday for lovers, I sometimes opt for heart-warming or heart-pumping movies. If you feel like switching it up, here are two very different films for whichever mood you’re in this Valentine’s Day.

Heart-warming

I’m a fan of romantic comedies, but I do tire of their formulaic plots. That’s why “Stuck in Love” was a breath of fresh air.

Bill (Greg Kinnear) is a divorcee who’s still hung up on his remarried ex-wife, Erica (Connelly), but more than your typical rom-com, “Stuck in Love” looks at the lovey growing pains of Bill and Erica’s children.

Jennifer Connelly and Greg Kinnear star in “Stuck in Love.”

Samantha (Lily Collins) opts for pragmatic promiscuity to avoid heartbreak on par with her father’s, and Rusty (Nat Wolff) is a high-schooler who falls for a classmate with some deep (snort) secrets. Both young actors do a phenomenal job, and Collins has more acting ability than her “Mirror, Mirror” past. I don’t know where Wolff came from, but in one scene where the whole family drives to rescue Rusty’s girlfriend from herself, I was completely arrested by his execution of emotion.

Kinnear and Connelly bring it, though I was a little uncomfortable with some of the mood shifts in this movie. It goes from serious to light-hearted a bit uneasily. In one scene, Kinnear’s neighbor (Kristen Bell) helps him dress for a date. Cue the cute music and montage of outfits. This would have worked seamlessly in any other romantic comedy, but “Stuck in Love” travels into realistic territory — addiction, cancer and dealing with your own flaws — so well that this change of heart didn’t seem to fit.

“Stuck in Love” can bring you back to your first heartbreak and casts a spotlight on what first love may look like today. I was completely engaged and rooting for these characters, and I’d watch it again as it offers a taste of realism with a (mostly) satisfying ending.

Grade: B-

Heart-pumping

M. Night Shyamalan has been dead to me since he made trees serial killers in “The Happening.” So with sighs and eye rolls, I watched “Devil,” a film based on one of his stories, and I reluctantly admit I was into it.

Five strangers are stuck in an elevator, and one of them is Satan! Sounds a little ridiculous, but “Devil” unfolds like a crime thriller or “Law and Order” episode, as a detective (Chris Messina) digs into each passenger’s past.

Things get heated when five strangers are stuck in an elevator together in “Devil.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The gore is pretty minimal in this PG-13 flick, but the real suspense kicks off as you watch them squirm in a confined space.

In one scene, a claustrophobic passenger starts to unravel as the lights malfunction, and whenever the lights go out, someone dies. This setup built suspense because I put myself in their shoes, and save for some too-obvious thematic references (the elevator’s in a building at 333 Locust Avenue), I did want to see what happened next.

This is supposed to be the first in “The Night Chronicles Trilogy,” and I’d easily watch the next two movies when they’re released — if they were streaming and if they were no longer than 80 minutes.

Grade: C-

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