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Short Takes

28 Feb

Reviewed: ‘The Monkey’ and ‘Elevation’ in theaters and streaming now

‘The Monkey’ (2025)

Osgood Perkins, a dead ringer for dad Anthony Perkins (“Psycho”), continues the family tradition from the other side of the lens with this spin on horror master Stephen King’s 1980 short story. The not-so-slow burn is set in Casco, Maine, where we open with Capt. Petey Shelborn (Adam Scott) walking into a pawn shop covered in blood to fix his windup mechanical monkey. After a flamethrower, a speargun and a rat enter the scene, we learn that the monkey is not a toy, a point hammered home regularly by those possessing it. It is something evil, if not death itself. Its victims of ghoulish, cartoonish circumstance are random – only the person winding up the monkey is safe. When the monkey plays its drum, anyone nearby is at risk. Petey’s twin sons Hal and Bill (both Christian Convery) later discover the monkey in a closet in their unhappy home; their dad is now a deadbeat, as their mom, Lois (Tatiana Maslany), tells us. A few cranks of the monkey’s key by the curious kids and mayhem ensues among mom, babysitter Annie Wilkes (Danica Dreyer) and Uncle Chip (Perkins), who moved in to care for the boys with his swinger wife, Aunt Ida (Sarah Levy). The twins behead the mechanical monkey, throw it in the trash and down a well, but it always returned. Flash forward 25 years, and Hal (now played by Theo James) works at a supermarket and visits his own son Petey (Colin O’Brien) once a year out of fear of cursing him. Hal, the film’s occasional narrator, tells us that he and his brother don’t get along. Bill is now totally unhinged and wants to bond with the windup wingding of disaster, with Petey and Hal looped in to his demented scheme as much of Casco gets sent to the great beyond in bloody ways. Part of the fun is Theo James’s yin-and-yang roles as the buttoned-up, protective and paranoid Hal and the delusional Bill, who sports a pseudo-mullet and “damn it all to hell” gusto. Elijah Wood (“Lord of the Rings”) pops in for a dark turn as dim-witted Ted, employed by Bill to retrieve the monkey. Levy’s Aunt Ida is unforgettable for all the wrong reasons, with an unsettling sexual aura and a plotline that’s a creepshow instant classic.

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Short Takes

20 Feb

Reviewed: ‘Bridget Jones: Mad About the Boy,’ ‘Sly Lives!’ and ‘Captain America: Brave New World’

‘Bridget Jones: Mad About the Boy’ (2025)

Not sure this fourth flick was necessary, but I’m happy it exists. Renée Zellweger’s goofball heroine has always been a lovable hot mess of miscues and tribulations, and is again here. Of course the series being so British – dry and droll, with cheeky nods and winks – only deepens the buttoned-up hijinks. In the last chapter (“Bridget Jones’s Baby”), Hugh Grant’s Daniel Cleaver, one of the two gents who vied for Bridget’s love in the 2001 original, is presumed dead; in this nearly 10-year follow-up, Mark Darcy (Colin Firth), the guy who won her heart and had two children with her, really is dead. (Something about a humanitarian aide mission gone awry in the Sudan.) As a single mom, Bridget can’t boil a pot of water and has zero romantic prospects, though her friends push her to Tinder and other romantic meetup venues. “Labia adhesion is a thing,” one friend tells her when Bridget admits to not having sex in more than four years. Relief comes in the form of a handsome 29-year-old bloke named Roxster McDuff (Leo Woodall, “The White Lotus”), who rescues Bridget (she was 43 when she had her son in the last installment) and her children (a younger daughter in the mix now) from being treed in a park. Bridget does slowly get her groove back and returns to her old gig as a TV producer. How the happily ever after or never not pans out, I won’t say. Returning players include Emma Thompson as Bridget’s old ob-gyn who extols the virtues of a rife sex life and Jim Broadbent and Gemma Jones in a requisite cameo as Bridget’s parents. Strangely enough, Firth and Grant show up too, though I won’t spoil how. Also in the mix is the always excellent Chiwetel Ejiofor (“12 Years a Slave”) as Bridget’s son’s music teacher. Just who “the boy” is, is a bit unclear; is it Bridget’s son, William (Casper Knopf), the hunky Roxster or maybe even Hugh Grant, who starred in a movie called “About a Boy” in 2002? The answer doesn’t much matter, as it’s Bridget’s world and we‘re just happy to spend a few madcap moments in it. 

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Short Takes

15 Feb

Reviewed “The Order,” “Love Hurts” and “The Gorge”

‘The Order’ (2025)

Relatively new to streaming and taking a recent dip in rental price, this crime drama from Justin Kurzel (“Nitram”) dials back the clock to the 1980s Pacific Northwest, where the rise of white supremacist hate groups was a thing. The gritty take-’em-down thrills start as burned-out FBI agent Terry Husk (Jude Law) settles into the remotes of Idaho to decompress after a heart attack and years of wrangling with the mafia in NYC. But Husk is a gruff, suspicious sort who won’t let it go after he walks into a missing-person case that the local police don’t want too much exposure on – they know the terrain and are widely deferential to the well-armed Aryan Nation groups in the area that believe the time has come for the white man to take back his soiled lands. That missing soul was part of the sect of the title, a militant group led by Bob Mathews (Nicholas Hoult, looking even more boyish than usual, if that was even possible), an extremist ideologue and master planner. Bob and “The Order” are behind the missing (because he talked too much), a series of brazen bank and armored car heists (all staged deftly) and the murder of Colorado Jewish talk radio personality Alan Berg (Marc Maron) for sparring on-air with antisemitic callers. Much of this, based on Kevin Flynn and Gary Gerhardt’s “The Silent Brotherhood,” is factual (Berg’s on-air battles and demise was portrayed with riveting aplomb by Eric Bogosian in Oliver Stone’s 1988 “Talk Radio”), through Law’s agent is a fictionalized insert – and a highly effective one. In the mix are Tye Sheridan (“Ready Player One,” “The Card Counter”) as the lone officer in the sheriff’s department willing to step in and help Husk chase down leads, and Jurnee Smollett (“True Blood”) as Husk’s fellow FBI agent and a voice of reason. The film doesn’t work without Law, who’s nearly unrecognizable as the disheveled, on-the-edge sort – his usual British charm and disarming accent are nowhere to be found. His Husk is more junkyard cur than fine-fleeced Westminster purebred, and not too far off from Don Johnson’s hot wreck of a cop in John Frankenheimer’s “Dead Bang” (1989), who also tangled with militant supremacists in the Pac-Northwest. It’s a transformative turn that should have been recognized by the Academy, but Law’s gritty go, and the film, somehow dropped off the radar; here’s your chance to get it on yours.

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Short Takes

9 Feb

Reviewed “Presence,” “I’m Still Here” and “You’re Cordially Invited”


‘You’re Cordially Invited’ (2025)

A pat comedy with few surprises and several gags that don’t quite land makes it over the hump – just barely – on the likability and natural chemistry of Will Ferrell and Reese Witherspoon. They play Jim and Margot, charged with coordinating and executing the weddings of their daughter and sister, respectively. Los Angeles-based Margot is a bit distant from her Atlanta clan but dutifully books the revered Palmetto House, a quaint island inn on a Georgia bay that the family has always gathered at. Jim, who married there – but a single parent since his wife got sick and died years ago – books his daughter’s wedding for the same day. Whoops: Old-school pen and paper and a sudden heart attack are to blame for a booking gaffe at an inn not really equipped for two large parties. After some push and shove, all agree to make a go of it, but infringements, jealousy and sabotage turn the happy nuptials into something of “The Wedding Crashers” (2005) by way of “The War of the Roses” (1989). Jim is also having a hard time letting go of his daughter, Jenni (a fiery Geraldine Viswanathan, “Drive Away Dolls”), while Margot wrestles with the down-home narrow-mindedness of her extended family around her sis’ choice of husband, a Chippendale dancer. A rogue alligator, “Islands in the Stream” duets, Nick Jonas and Peyton Manning all make their way into the jumble with varying effect. Comedians Rory Scovel and Leanne Morgan are effective in small parts as part of Margot’s “chaos monkey” inner circle, and Jack McBrayer works as the befuddled innkeeper. The strength of the film, written and directed by Nicholas Stoller (“Forgetting Sarah Marshall,” “Get Him to the Greek”), is the rom-com power pairing of Farrell and Witherspoon, who seem like they could do this all day long and we’d be only happy to tag along.

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A Life in the NFL

8 Feb

Porter Square’s Upton Bell is a legend in football giving nothing away about Sunday’s Super Bowl

Football legend Upton Bell of Porter Square, Cambridge, with a model of a statue dedicated to his father at the University of Pennsylvania’s Franklin Field.

This weekend is the big one, Super Bowl LIX – which is likely not that big of a deal around these parts now that the Patriots are the doormat of the AFC East.  Sure, the team went to nine Super Bowls from 2000 to 2020 and still holds the record for the most appearances by any NFL franchise (11), but those glory days are in the rearview and there’s little hope on the horizon (other than Drake Maye and a coaching reboot).

The ad blitz campaign contest on tap features a rematch of Super Bowl LVII (2023) in which the Kansas City Chiefs and all-world QB Patrick Mahomes beat the Philadelphia Eagles in a 38-35 thriller. It was the Eagles too in Super Bowl LII (2018) who notched their first Lombardi Trophy by beating the Brady-led Patriots 41-33. (The mystery and sting of the Malcolm Butler benching still lingers like the scent of floral flatulence in the wake of a weekend cleanse retreat.) 

There is one here among us who has deep ties to the Chiefs, Eagles and Patriots alike and a personal and professional portfolio that’s a veritable who’s who from the gridiron to the White House: Upton Bell, who walked and talked for a series of catch-ups last week on the street, on the phone, at the gym and over email.

If the name doesn’t click, the Porter Square resident was the Patriots’ general manager in the early 1970s – the youngest in the NFL. His father, Bert Bell, founded and was owner of the Eagles. The connection to the Chiefs is something a bit more complicated (but we’ll get to that later).

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