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THE MAG: Movie Listings

December 6, 2001

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Behind Enemy Lines
The plot of this movie makes it sound a lot like "Spy Game," with its tale of a young maverick rescued by his no-nonsense mentor. The similarities end there, however, since "Behind Enemy Lines" is a pretty straightforward action film, full of loud rock music and fast editing. Owen Wilson stars as a Navy navigator who gets shot down over Bosnia near the end of the civil war. He has photos of the graves used to bury massacred civilians, and has to elude a Serbian sniper while his commanding officer (Gene Hackman) sets up a rescue. Of course, it's not going to be that simple. Director John Moore, best known for his Sega video game commercials, actually does a good job of pacing the film, using techniques like zooms and jump cuts to convey the insanity of life in a war zone. There also are interesting contrasts between the two main characters, who are given nuances by Wilson and Hackman that aren't necessarily in the script. Although Moore allows too many cliches to slip in (like all action heroes, Wilson is virtually invincible), he still manages to craft an entertaining and reasonably intelligent movie about blowing things up. (PG-13) - LL
** 1/2 Southwind Twelve, 3433 Iowa.

Black Knight
Who thinks Martin Lawrence is a comic genius (besides Martin Lawrence, that is)? There must be somebody out there who sees brilliance in his loud, bug-eyed shtick, because he keeps getting starring roles. This time, he's a modern-day amusement park employee who ends up in medieval England, where he somehow convinces everyone that he is both a messenger from France and a court jester. With the exception of an amusing scene where he teaches the king's musicians to get funky, Lawrence just goes through the boring old motions, playing racially stereotyped humiliation for laughs. He's aided and abetted by director Gil Junger and screenwriters Darryl J. Quarles, Peter Gaulke and Gerry Swallow, all of whom seem content to let Lawrence make a fool of himself while the bland supporting cast just stands around and watches. The only actor of note in the film, Tom Wilkinson ("The Full Monty"), brings a level of dignity to his role that it doesn't begin to deserve. If only he'd given lessons to the star. (PG-13) - LL
* Southwind Twelve, 3433 Iowa.

Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone
Arguably the most anticipated movie of the year, "Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone" is that rare effort that successfully breathes cinematic life into a children's classic. Even at a rump-numbing 152 minutes, director Chris Columbus ("Home Alone") manages to conjure enough visual flair and compelling performances to disguise the exposition-heavy nature of the source material. The deliberate pacing allows one to savor the mounting details of author J.K. Rowling's world. On the flip side, Columbus and screenwriter Steve Kloves ("Wonder Boys") opt to retain the novel's clunky prologue, while including certain fringe characters (such as the Bloody Baron and centaur Firenze) that don't add anything to the forward momentum of the plot. Surprisingly, the film is even less of a "kids story" than the print edition. Usually when Hollywood gets hold of this type of property, the result is a more sanitized account. But the movie, which follows the initial experiences of 11-year-old Harry (Daniel Radcliffe) as he comes to grips with the fact that he is a wizard by birth, is much darker, perhaps already establishing a tone more comparable to the latter books -- and inevitable sequels. There are moments of real fear in this PG-gauged endeavor, from a creepy forbidden forest to a menacing game featuring life-sized chess pieces (a scene more thrilling than the vaunted "Quidditch" match). Yet the most important thing that can be said for "Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone" is that it keeps the vision of the author intact, while crafting a picture that even those who are unfamiliar with the series can easily be sucked into. Given Hollywood's past track record, that's a fine trick indeed. (PG) - JN
*** 1/2 Southwind Twelve, 3433 Iowa.

The Man Who Wasn't There
The latest offering from "O Brother Where Art Thou?" duo Joel and Ethan Coen is intriguing even though little seems to happen. Billy Bob Thornton stars as Ed Crane, a quiet, often-ignored barber who uses an affair his wife (Frances McDormand) is having with her boss (recent Emmy winner James Gandolfini) to finance his dream of starting a dry cleaning franchise. "The Man Who Wasn't There" imitates the look of '40s thrillers but lacks the tension associated with such flicks. Fortunately, Thornton's distinctive features and voice make him an oddly appropriate choice for the lead. He can mesmerize a viewer with the way he is overlooked by the other characters. The Coen brothers' usual quirkiness is well in force (they combine the dynamics of criminal law with the Heisenberg uncertainty principle). The Coen brothers may not achieve the alchemy of their previous efforts, but they thankfully never make flicks that fail to register an impression. (R) - DL
*** Liberty Hall Cinemas, 644 Mass.

Monsters, Inc.
Back in 1995, Pixar Studios raised the bar for animated films with the release of "Toy Story," which combined groundbreaking animation with an incredibly clever script. The folks at Pixar could be forgiven for resting on their laurels after that success (and a couple of short film Oscars), but they've continued to amaze audiences with the sheer inventive wonder of their movies. "Monsters, Inc." isn't going to slow them down a bit. The story is set in Monstropolis, where the creatures hiding in the closet live and work, collecting the screams of frightened children to power their city. When an adorable toddler gets loose in the monsters' world, she (literally) latches on to gentle giant Sulley (voiced by John Goodman) and his best friend, an egg-shaped motor-mouth named Mike Wazowski (Billy Crystal). Trouble is, the monsters are more afraid of the kid than she is of them, and they have to overcome their fear of the little "killing machine" before they can help her get back home. With lots of grown-up humor to go with the funny visuals, "Monsters, Inc." has the kind of wide-ranging appeal that made its predecessors so enjoyable. The inclusion of a new short film, "For the Birds," only adds to the fun -- it's like having a cherry on top of the whipped cream on top of the icing on the cake. (G) - LL
*** 1/2 Southwind Twelve, 3433 Iowa.

Out Cold
Snowboarding is certainly an exciting sport to watch, with its gravity-defying leaps and smooth glides (not to mention the occasional wipe-out). When it's the backdrop for a movie as painfully stupid as "Out Cold," however, it loses some of its appeal simply by association. Set in a slacker paradise called Bull Mountain, Alaska, the story follows the predictable adventures of a group of locals (led by Jason London) trying to keep their home from being taken over by a big resort owner (Lee Majors, playing someone named John Majors -- how original). Directed by rock-video vets Brendan and Emmett Malloy, this is the kind of film that finds hilarity in things like a guy getting himself stuck in a hot tub drain, not long after he's been rudely awakened by a polar bear (and yes, this all involves injury to a particularly sensitive part of the male anatomy). Despite the wild snowboarding stunts and a funny gag reel at the end, "Out Cold" operates on the level of movies like "Porky's" (or maybe "Porky's II"), but without quite as much nudity. Which pretty much takes away its reason for existing in the first place. (PG-13) - LL
* Southwind Twelve, 3433 Iowa.

Shallow Hal
The Farrelly brothers go sensitive with this surprisingly sweet love story, about a shallow jerk (Jack Black) who is hypnotized to notice only the inner beauty of those around him. When he falls in love with Rosemary, he pictures Gwyneth Paltrow, while the rest of the world sees an extremely overweight young woman who also happens to be a great person. Black ("High Fidelity") is perfect as Hal, who is as delusional about himself as he eventually is about Rosemary -- this is a guy who thinks gorgeous women should fall at his feet, despite his total lack of redeeming qualities. Paltrow, who thankfully doesn't wear the phony-looking fat suit for very long, actually convinces the audience that she doesn't think she's beautiful, and makes it easy to understand what Hal really sees in Rosemary. The Farrellys (who directed) and their co-screenwriter, Sean Moynihan, still can't resist cheap gags, including some fat jokes that almost undermine the film's message about seeing past the surface. They still show remarkable sensitivity, however, especially considering the kind of gross-out, over-the-line humor they usually spring on audiences. (PG-13) - LL
** 1/2 Southwind Twelve, 3433 Iowa.

Sidewalks of New York
Considering the fact that millions of people live in New York City, it's astonishing that writer-director Edward Burns has chosen to spend 107 minutes on five or six of the city's least interesting residents. "Sidewalks of New York" features an ensemble cast (with Rosario Dawson and Stanley Tucci among others) whining their way through the Big Apple as they each deliver tediously pointless talking-head monologues and search for love. Like Woody Allen, Burns chooses to star in his own movies and uses lots of jump cuts and handheld camerawork. Whereas the latter devices give Allen's flicks a sense of authenticity and spontaneity, they seem to amplify how unimaginative and phony "Sidewalks of New York" is. Considering how vibrant and expansive the Empire City can be, "Sidewalks of New York" winds up being an insult to the town of the title. (R) - DL
* 1/2 Liberty Hall Cinemas, 644 Mass.

Spy Game
Although director Tony Scott is best known for saber-rattling films like "Top Gun," he's also helmed the gripping, character-driven "Crimson Tide" which advocated restraint over firepower. "Spy Game" has a little bit of each Scott, and occasionally they cancel out the other. Robert Redford stars as Nathan Muir, a retiring CIA agent who is trying to rescue his former protege (Brad Pitt). The younger "spook" has been captured by the Chinese government, and the agency bureaucrats have chosen to neglect the captive spy, which means certain death. Unlike "Top Gun," which portrayed warfare as an exhilarating adventure, "Spy Game" presents covert ops as necessary evils. Scott shows the gruesome cost of bombings and betrayal, but "Spy Game" is so weighed down with flashbacks that we never get close enough to the characters to care. There's some crisp dialogue and Scott's eye for action is typically sharp, but it's a bit tough to invest much emotion in a flick about folks who only have an opportunistic loyalty to each other. (R) - DL
** Southwind Twelve, 3433 Iowa.

Texas Rangers
After a delay of two years, this "oater" about the defenders of Texas against the forces of lawlessness isn't much to saddle up for. Not so much incompetent as it is tired and corny, "Texas Rangers" loosely follows the exploits of real-life lawman Leander McNelly (Dylan McDermott from "The Practice"). The new film might have been more interesting if they focused more on McNelly, who had to fight against tuberculosis as well as bandits. Instead, the story is told from the vantage point of a bland tenderfoot (flatly played by James Van Der Beek). Talented British actor Alfred Molina is a surprisingly wimpy villain, and there are enough leering Mexicans to make a John Ford western seem politically correct in comparison. Ashton Kutcher, like most of the cast, seems hopelessly contemporary ("Dude, Where's My Horse?"), and some lame shortcuts like unconvincing day-for-night photography and stock footage of coyotes make this vision of 1875 Texas seem less authentic than the Old West town sections of most amusement parks. (PG-13) - DL
* 1/2 Southwind Twelve, 3433 Iowa

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