‘The Seven Year Itch’ turns 70; see it on the big screen

June 6, 2025 by

The Girl: I think it’s wonderful that you’re married. I think it’s just elegant.

Richard Sherman: You do?

The Girl: Of course. I mean, I wouldn’t be lying on the floor in the middle of the night in some man’s apartment drinking champagne if he wasn’t married.

Richard Sherman: That’s an interesting line of reasoning.

Ah, sweltering New York summers, sipping champagne with flirty neighbors, creative ways to cool off (think subway-grate breezes and a billowy white dress) and the gorgeously radiant comic genius, The Girl aka Marilyn Monroe. Come and see her on the big screen in “The Seven Year Itch” on Wednesday, June 25, at Laemmle Royal Theatre, part of the Anniversary Classics Series.

 

 

Based on George Axelrod’s 1952 play and co-starring Tom Ewell, reprising his stage role, the film was well received, though director Billy Wilder, who co-wrote the screenplay with Axelrod, felt hindered by the Hays Code. Nevertheless, Monroe’s captivating, charismatic performance makes the movie well worth watching.

Can you think of a better way to spend a Los Angeles summer night? We at FNB cannot.

 

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Clive Owen plays cards close to his chest in compelling ‘Croupier’ revisited after 25 years

June 6, 2025 by

Clive Owen and critic Stephen Farber discuss “Croupier” Wednesday night at the Laemmle Royal in Los Angeles.

Writers are a bit like gamblers. They look for lucky breaks, they hope agents or editors will give their work a chance, they meet deadlines with a nervous mix of triumph and trepidation. Win, lose or break even, they keep taking the bet.

This comparison comes to life in “Croupier,” a British neo-noir directed by Mike Hodges and starring Clive Owen, which released in the US in 2000 and put Owen on the path to Hollywood stardom. The film screened Wednesday night at the Laemmle Royal, as part of the Anniversary Classics Series, with Owen in attendance.

Clive Owen plays it cool in the casino.

Owen plays Jack Manfred, a man in need of a job and a writer in search of material. He finds it amid the grit, stale glamour and greed at the Golden Lion casino in London – a job his cheerful grifter father Jack Sr. (Nicholas Ball) has secured for him. His dad likely has had more downs than ups in his business ventures, but breezily pretends to be a big success.

Night after night, cooly detached Jack sees people at their worst as he encounters shady players, sweaty addicts and sexy ladies. While we see him deal cards, we hear the voiceover of his novel in progress based on his observations at the casino – his inner monologue is reminiscent of the flashback VO recounted by screenwriter Joe Gillis (William Holden) in “Sunset Boulevard” (Billy Wilder, 1950).

Gina McKee as Marion sits by her man, Jack (Clive Owen).

When not working, Jack is writing or sleeping, and friction grows with his supportive, supremely loyal, live-in girlfriend Marion (Gina McKee), a department-store security guard. She’s put off by the cynical tone of his book and by the main character who enjoys seeing people lose.

Though Jack says he cannot tolerate cheaters and claims he never gambles, he is a scribe on the sly, after all, and it’s not long before he performs some slick shuffling of his moral code – his risk-taking begins with entanglements that put his job on the line. He’s drawn to co-worker Bella (Kate Hardie) and flirts with a mysterious casino patron hailing from South Africa named Jani (Alex Kingston). “If you don’t call me, I’ll understand, but I hope that you do,” she informs him matter of factly, as she hands him her phone number.

Yani (Alex Kingston) does her femme fatale finest to lure Jack into a scheme.

Not surprisingly, this cig-puffing femme fatale leads Jack further down the road of debauchery, tempting him with a simple role in an inside-job robbery. Steely-eyed, laconic Jack exudes an enigmatic intensity and shows little to no emotion – except on the rare occasion when he completely loses control.

Fast paced with brisk editing and harsh, bleak lighting (nary a noir shadow here), “Croupier” is smart, engrossing, entertaining and laced with moments of dry humor.

Paul Mayersberg’s suspenseful script touches on sexual politics, class divisions, family dynamics, creating art, the duality of human nature and the randomness of existence. If the ending is slightly pat, it doesn’t spoil the story. Owen gives a fine performance as the unflinching anti-hero and his fellow cast members meet him every step of the way, each shining in their roles.

At Wednesday’s screening, critic Stephen Farber and veteran producer/marketing luminary Mike Kaplan introduced the film. Known for his ingenuity and dogged tenacity, Kaplan rescued “Croupier” from almost-certain obscurity. Released with virtually no promotion, the movie (which reportedly had a budget of £3 million) didn’t do well in England.


Director Mike Hodges (1932-2022) remarked at the time, “It wasn’t released. It escaped.” Hodges also directed “Get Carter” (1971), “Pulp” (1972), “Flash Gordon” (1980) and reunited with both Owen and Kaplan for 2003’s “I’ll Sleep When I’m Dead.” He hoped “Croupier” would fare better in America if Kaplan got involved.

“It played for a week in London and it was gone,” said Kaplan. “It was a tragedy because it’s a great movie, but it wasn’t recognized as such … It had an amazing texture of violence with a lot of integrity. It’s technically perfect and it introduced Clive Owen to an international audience in a performance that’s unlike any other.”

Humphrey Bogart, shown here in 1940, was one of many actors’ names critics mentioned in their reviews of “Croupier.” Last year, in a TV miniseries, Owen played Sam Spade, one of Bogart’s most iconic roles.

So, Kaplan championed the film – coming up with a brilliant ad campaign highlighting major actors Owen had been compared to in critics’ reviews. The esteemed list included Humphrey Bogart, Richard Widmark, Robert Mitchum, Sean Connery, James Mason, Nicolas Cage, Paul Newman and Clint Eastwood. “It played at the Fairfax Theatre (now closed) for two weeks and ran at the Aero, which was a second-run theater at the time, for several months,” said Kaplan.

Farber summed up: “It turned out to be a tremendous success and everybody in Hollywood took notice.”

After the film, Owen talked with Farber. Already an established actor in England, Owen recalled that the script intrigued him, especially the dialogue, which was not naturalistic. “The combination of Mike Hodges who’s very specific, very noir, very grounded and Paul Mayersberg who’s very intellectual and abstract in some ways [results in] the scenes having a kind of heightened quality,” said Owen.

Farber asked him to talk about his co-stars. “It was a great cast Mike Hodges put together,” said Owen. “The actors embraced the non-naturalistic style of dialogue and when you’re all committed to it, then the thing can sing.”

Owen added that he loves noir and has returned to the genre over the course of his career, most recently playing Dashiell Hammett’s famous private detective in the “Monsieur Spade” TV miniseries, which ran last year on AMC.

Actress Gina McKee epitomizes the good-girl archetype.

During the audience Q&A, noted Los Angeles writer and publisher of artsmeme.com, Debra Levine asked Owen to share his thoughts about the three female characters and the actresses who played them. She pointed out, in classic noir, there’s a bombshell who brings the character down and, in this film, the women have different trajectories, especially Gina McKee’s character.

Owen responded: “I actually think all the women in their own way are very strong in this movie. They’re all very independent. When I look at it, I think it’s refreshing. I think they are really great parts for women. They’re interesting and they’re powerful women. I think, especially considering it was made 25 years ago, they’re really well written parts and were fun to play. They were all really good actresses as well.”

For him, he acknowledged, the film was a major gear change, radically shifting everything. Said Owen: “It’s something that stayed with me ever since.”

 

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Happy birthday, Miss Monroe! Your beautiful memory lives on

June 1, 2025 by

Marilyn was born June 1, 1926, in Los Angeles.

Happy birthday to the amazing Marilyn Monroe! She would have been 99 today.

Read more about her and see more photos here.

 

 

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Add a little Marilyn to your Monday at the Culver Theater

October 7, 2024 by

In honor of MGM’s 100th anniversary, Culver City’s Culver Theater is running a classic film series on Monday nights: The Lion’s Roar: MGM at 100. On Monday, Oct.7, at 7 p.m., you can see the great Marilyn Monroe, looking particularly luminous, in one of her early roles. Watching “The Asphalt Jungle,” a riveting film noir about a failed heist, on the big screen allows you to fully appreciate Monroe’s magic as well as Harold Rosson’s terrific black-and-white cinematography. Rosson earned an Oscar nom for his work as did John Huston (for directing and co-writing with Ben Maddow) and supporting actor Sam Jaffe.

For more details, FNB has pulled a review from the archive (see below) and if you’re interested in more info on the founding of Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer Studios, be sure to read Chris Yogerst’s excellent story in The Hollywood Reporter, published earlier this year.

The screening series at Culver Theater runs through Dec. 30.

 

Huston explores ‘Asphalt Jungle’ with an unflinching eye

The Asphalt Jungle/1950/MGM/112 min.

“The Asphalt Jungle” was a departure in that it humanized its villains.

“The Asphalt Jungle” was a departure in that it humanized its villains.

“The Asphalt Jungle” from 1950 by director John Huston is rightly considered a masterpiece. Excellent storytelling and an outstanding cast, including Sterling Hayden, Louis Calhern, Sam Jaffe, Jean Hagen and Marilyn Monroe, have helped it stand the test of time.

But its stark, unwavering realism is not for everyone. Louis B. Mayer, head of MGM, where Huston made the movie, had this to say about the flick: “That ‘Asphalt Pavement’ thing is full of nasty, ugly people doing nasty things. I wouldn’t walk across the room to see a thing like that.”

This small but pivotal role helped put Marilyn on the map.

This small but pivotal role helped put Marilyn on the map.

Um, did he not see luminous and fragile Monroe as mistress Angela Phinlay? Huston portrays a gang of thieves as flawed humans trying to make a living. “We all work for our vice,” explains menschlike mastermind Doc Erwin Riedenschneider (Jaffe). Recently released from jail, Doc has planned every detail of a $1 million jewel robbery and seeks to round up the best craftsmen he can find for one last heist.

A fat wallet means Doc can head to Mexico and court all the nubile girls he can handle. Dix Handley (Hayden), a tough guy with swagger to spare, hopes to pay his debts and return to his beloved horses in Kentucky. Getaway driver Gus Minissi (James Whitmore) is sick of running his dingy diner. Bookie ‘Cobby’ Cobb (Marc Lawrence) covets booze. Safecracker Louis Ciavelli (Anthony Caruso) has a wife and kid to support. Alonzo ‘Lon’ Emmerich (Calhern) is a wealthy but overspent lawyer who wants to be solvent again.

“You may not admire these people, but I think they’ll fascinate you,” says Huston in an archive clip included on the DVD. They pull it off, but what heist would be complete without a doublecross and crossing paths with the police?

In this macho, man’s-world movie, there is alas no femme fatale. But rest assured there are flawed women aplenty. Hagen plays the neurotic Doll, a struggling performer, and her vice is Dix. Monroe, as Lon’s barely legal girlfriend, orders mackerel for his breakfast, flips through travel magazines and is fond of saying, “Yipes!” Lon’s bed-ridden wife May (Dorothy Tree) wishes Lon were home more often. Teresa Celli plays dutiful wife Maria Ciavelli.

Said Huston of Marilyn: “She had no techniques. It was all the truth, it was only Marilyn.” (He later directed her in “The Misfits.”)

Said Huston of Marilyn: “She had no techniques. It was all the truth, it was only Marilyn.” (He later directed her in “The Misfits.”)

The actors complement each other deftly. Jaffe, both sage and seedy (when he lusts after pretty young things) is particularly entertaining; he nabbed an Oscar nom for best supporting actor. Helping his rich characterization is the fact that he gets some terrific lines, for instance: “Just when you think you can trust a cop, he goes legit.”

The movie is full of such dry asides. The whip-smart script, by Huston and Ben Maddow, also scored an Oscar nom. W.R. Burnett‘s novel provided the source material, though the book told its story from the police point of view; Huston and Maddow flipped the perspective. Huston was also nominated for best director; Harold Rosson for best B&W cinematography. (None won.)

“Asphalt Jungle” is the only noir I know of that’s set not in NYC, LA, Chicago or London, but in a smaller city in the Midwest, usually seen as the bedrock of integrity, and it’s fun to try to figure out exactly where this is happening.

The dark film was a departure for MGM—known for upbeat, lavish, escapist fare—but the studio’s production chief Dore Schary ushered in a period of social consciousness for the company, notes Drew Casper, film scholar and author of “Post-War Hollywood Cinema 1946-1962,” in his DVD commentary.

Rififi posterAs for the look of the film, Casper points out that in addition to elements of Expressionism (fractured frames and diagonals or horizontals blunting verticals to create tension), Huston’s experience filming war documentaries as well as the work of Italian Neo-realism (1945’s “Open City” by Roberto Rossellini and Vittorio De Sica’s “The Bicycle Thief” from 1948) also influenced his visuals.

In turn, Huston’s groundbreaking movie clearly had an impact on the great Jules Dassin, director of 1955’s “Rififi,” one of the best of all noirs. “Asphalt Jungle” was remade three times: “Badlanders” (1958), “Cairo” (1962), and “Cool Breeze” (1972). None is considered as good as the original.

Dry but never dull, “Jungle” is a straight-shooting portrait that undermines Hollywood’s often-moralizing and hypocritical gloss. “Crime is only a left-handed form of human endeavor,” as Lon so matter-of-factly puts it. Yipes!

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Laemmle Royal Theatre to host 30th anniversary screening of ‘The Last Seduction’ with special guest, director John Dahl

September 27, 2024 by

“Linda Fiorentino [is] the baddest of the bad women, the most full-blown yet utterly believable femme fatale to come along in years.”

— Mick LaSalle, San Francisco Chronicle

Critic Mick LaSalle was writing about “The Last Seduction” (1994, John Dahl) and if you’ve never seen it, you’d better have a damn good reason!

Angelenos can watch this unforgettable neo-noir on the big screen on Tuesday, Oct. 8, at 7 pm, at the Laemmle Royal Theatre in West Los Angeles. Director John Dahl will be the special guest. In honor of the event, part of Laemmle’s Anniversary Classics Series, we’re rerunning our “Last Seduction” review.

The Last Seduction/1994/ITC/110 min.

Years ago, I wrote a weekly column for the Chicago Tribune. I interviewed experts on ways women could work smart and climb the corporate ladder. Most of the time, no matter what the obstacle or dilemma was – job hunting, negotiating a raise, getting a promotion – the bottom line was: do your homework, highlight your achievements and ask for what you want.

In 1994’s “The Last Seduction” by director John Dahl and writer Steve Barancik, Linda Fiorentino as Bridget Gregory takes this advice to dazzling new heights. As the story unfolds, this career maven excels in not just one job, but several. In the opening scene, she’s a supervisor at a telemarketing sales firm in New York City, where she doesn’t ask, she demands. Then she needles her hapless sales guys mercilessly, calling them “maggots, eunuchs and bastards.”

At least they know where they stand. That pat-on-the-back stuff is way overrated.

Later she becomes Director of Lead Generation at an insurance company in a small town in New York state. Under her own steam (at night, of course, this being a noir) she researches prospects for a telemarketing murder business. Hey, it’s not like there isn’t a market.

And she launches an entrepreneurial venture in which she steals a boatload of cash from her husband, malleable Clay (Bill Pullman) and taps loyal-to-a-fault Mike, her lover/investment partner (Peter Berg), to help her. Neither of these dudes is much of a match for her – their chief virtue (besides being good looking) is that they are good at following orders, which is especially true in Mike’s case.

Bill Pullman and Linda Fiorentino play husband and wife.

When one of Mike’s friends asks him: “whadd’ya see in her?” he replies: “a new set of balls.” Her résumé also includes legs that never stop, bedroom eyes and a ready laugh, especially at the expense of doofuses or dumpy small-town mores. Just when you think an interfering man is going to impede her climb to the top, she flicks him away like a speck of lint from her sleek pinstripe suit.

Having done her due diligence, she’s hoping to close the deal in such a way that neither Clay nor Mike can claim a penny of the profit. Talk about multi-tasking. It’s understandable that so much juggling might make Bridget a little irritable from time to time.

Luckily, Mike is nothing if not supportive and just turns the other (butt) cheek when she calls him a rural Neanderthal. When he suggests they go on a date and chat sometime; she asks: “What for?”

When Mike (Peter Berg) suggests going on an actual date, Bridget (Linda Fiorentino) asks, “What for?”

To say that Fiorentino, a Philly native with a fiery intensity, nails the part is an understatement. She is one of the fiercest femmes fatales in all of neo-noir moviemaking. If I were a guy, I think seeing this performance would surely give me an uneasy night’s sleep. I would have loved to see Fiorentino work with Quentin Tarantino, but her career short-circuited fairly early. I have heard she was a tad hard to work with – shocker! Pullman, Berg and the rest of the cast more than hold their own, underplaying their parts and letting Fiorentino hold bitchy court.

Director Dahl is a neo-noir specialist (he also directed “Red Rock West,” “Kill Me Again” and “Rounders”) and the sharp, funny script is peppered with references to noir classics. For instance, Dahl tips his hat to “Double Indemnity” by having Bridget and Mike both work at an insurance company and, when Bridget calls the police to falsely accuse a guy of exposing himself (so she can make a getaway), she gives her name as “Mrs. Neff.”

I suppose that could be evidence of her truly tender heart – in her imagination, the doomed lovers Walter Neff and Phyllis Dietrichson get married and live happily ever after. Yeah, right. But, if Bridget said it, you’d believe her.

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‘Speak No Evil’ tells a suspenseful, satirical tale

September 27, 2024 by

2024/1h 50m

“Speak No Evil” – a psychological thriller written and directed by James Watkins – begins its push-pull of nervous energy from the very first frame. After a mysterious, night-time opening shot, we’re introduced to an American family on vacation in sunny Italy. Louise Dalton (Mackenzie Davis), her husband Ben (Scoot McNairy) and their daughter Agnes (Alix West Lefler) are trying to enjoy the trip, but can’t quite seem to relax, despite the scenic views and scrumptious food. For one thing, Louise and Ben disagree on a parenting issue. Ben wants Agnes, almost 12, to put away, once and for all, a stuffed rabbit named Hoppy, which she holds tight when she feels anxious. Louise feels it’s better not to make a big deal about it.

One day, while strolling around town, they encounter another family: friendly and charismatic Paddy (James McAvoy), easy-going Ciara (Aisling Franciosi) and their sweet son Ant (Dan Hough), who is a few years younger than Agnes and has trouble communicating. Paddy instantly impresses Agnes by offering her a ride on his snazzy Vespa.

Later, as the two families share a meal, Ben and Louise reveal that they relocated to London for Ben’s career, but his job was downsized shortly after they moved. Louise works in PR; however, it’s been hard for her to build a new network of contacts. Paddy, a doctor, Ciara, a stay-at-home mom, and Ant live in England’s west country.

The two families meet in Italy. From left to right: Mackenzie Davis, Alix West Lefler, Scoot McNairy, Dan Hough, Aisling Franciosi and James McAvoy.

Once the holiday has ended and the Daltons are back in London, they’re at a loose end workwise and their marital problems are bubbling to the surface. When they receive a letter from Paddy inviting them (for the second time) to come for a visit, Ben and Louise hesitate – it’s a lot of time with new friends they hardly know. On the other hand, they’ve had a nice time together so far and Paddy’s charm makes it hard to say no. After all, what could go wrong?

Quite a lot, actually, with awkward moments starting almost as soon as they arrive at Paddy and Ciara’s rustic farmhouse. Red flags keep popping up and the extent to which Louise and Ben choose to ignore them allows “Speak No Evil” to be a dark comedy of manners as well as an excellent suspenser distinguished by superb storytelling. Though the third act plays out in familiar slasher-movie fashion, it’s preceded by interesting characters played by talented actors, a mood of quiet malice and stunning cinematography (shot in Croatia and Gloucester, England). McAvoy is completely convincing as the jovial alpha male with an undercurrent of hostility while McNairy makes beta male Ben relatable if not entirely likable. Mackenzie Davis is terrific as Louise, who can take charge when needed. Aisling Franciosi plays Ciara with a sweetness that slow-burns into edgy weirdness. Both child actors are excellent as well.

Also, director Watkins (“Eden Lake” 2008 and “The Woman in Black” 2012) deserves praise for the unhurried pacing. (That could be a nod to the Danish film of the same name from 2022 directed by Christian Tafdrup on which Watkins based his movie.) As the story unfolds little by little, layer by layer, we learn more about the cracks in Ben and Louise’s marriage, cringe at the uncomfortable exchanges between the couples, and see well beyond the surface of Paddy and Ciara’s cozy family life – especially when Paddy quotes Philip Larkin’s famous lines about parents and humiliates Ant while the kids are performing a dance they’ve rehearsed. Once the social niceties subside and the polite forbearance finally ends, Louise and Ben must trust each other 100% and work as allies – not to mention wield deadly weapons – to survive this idyllic country getaway, which has spiraled into chilling insanity.

“Speak No Evil” opened Sept. 13 and is playing in theaters nationwide.

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Courtroom drama dissects defiance of French far-left activist

September 21, 2024 by

2023 France/2024 US/1h 56m

“The Goldman Case” functions as a tense, often-tumultuous courtroom drama, which is based on a true story. At the same time, the film delves into a turbulent period of modern French history – the late 1960s and 1970s – grappling with political, cultural and social-justice issues as it renders an even-handed portrait of an intellectual/self-described revolutionary/criminal agitator.

That agitator is French far-left activist Pierre Goldman (Arieh Worthalter). His parents (both Polish) were members of a branch of the French Resistance in WW2; after the war, his mother returned to Poland and Pierre was raised primarily by his father in France. At 19, Pierre became a communist and over the next several years spent time in Cuba and Venezuela, where he was involved with guerrilleros. He was part of the Royal Bank of Canada robbery in Venezuela in 1969, but was not identified and returned to Paris.

He continued his criminal activities and was given a life sentence in 1974 after being convicted of a robbery in which two pharmacists were killed. He denied having committed that robbery (although he’d admitted to three other, earlier robberies and had received a 12-year jail sentence).

While in prison, he wrote a book about his case, “Souvenirs obscurs d’un juif polonais né en France” (“Obscure Memories of a Polish Jew Born in France,” 1975), which caught the attention of Simone Signoret, Jean-Paul Sartre and others, and Goldman became a cause célèbre.

Because of the publicity and emerging questions about the police work, Goldman is granted a retrial. In the courtroom, Goldman frequently disregards protocol and speaks out of turn – arguing his cause, criticizing the proceedings (angrily explaining, for example, why he sees character references as pointless) and asserting racism by the police. His outbursts spur cheers from his many supporters in attendance. Though the judges don’t sanction him (no “order in the court!”), his seeming bent on self-destruction frustrates his defense team.

As various witnesses testify and we learn more about Goldman, his family, his relationships and his mental health, we’re unsure from minute to minute as to his innocence or guilt regarding the murder charges. The rousing speeches from passionate lawyers on both sides and the sometimes-arcane idiosyncrasies of French legal proceedings add to the tension. Confining most of the action to the gloomy, harshly lit courtroom creates a pervasive sense of claustrophobia.

Ably directed by Cédric Kahn (he wrote the screenplay with Nathalie Hertzberg), the acting is solid throughout and it’s hard to take your eyes off Worthalter, who fully inhabits the fiery, ferocious Goldman and brings to life a character and a case that remain fascinating and disturbing long after the film ends.

“The Goldman Case” opened Sept. 13 in Los Angeles and is playing in select theaters nationwide.

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Sly, stylish “Strange Darling” takes us on a weird and wild ride

September 15, 2024 by

2023 Film Festivals/2024 Theatrical Release/1h 37m

In a summer that’s short on must-see movies, “Strange Darling” ranks as essential viewing for fans of neo-noir thriller/horror flicks. A riveting story of a serial killer on the loose in rural Oregon, the film has much to recommend it: compelling creepy characters; superb acting; first-rate visuals; gritty intensity; and taut pacing, clocking in at 96 minutes. But most memorably, “Strange Darling” upends our expectations of the genre in a strikingly original way.

Bookended by stark black and white photography, the film opens with a moody shot, introducing us to the two leads: the red-headed, doe-eyed Lady (Willa Fitzgerald) and the clean-cut, rugged Demon (Kyle Gallner) – two easy-on-the-eyes, mutually attracted strangers who are sitting in the Demon’s truck swigging booze late one night, deciding whether they will take their party to a room at the nearby Blue Angel hotel. She comments that violence is always a risk for a woman in this situation and asks him if he’s a serial killer. He says no. From there, the story unfolds in six non-linear chapters.

Chapter 3 “Can you please help me?” comes first (and the phrase pops up several times throughout the movie). The next morning, the Lady, pale and frail but wiry, is now a blonde and has changed into hideous red scrubs. Driving a red Pinto, she floors it frantically down a quiet road. The gun-toting Demon is in determined, coke-fueled pursuit, but she escapes into dense, sun-dappled woods and eventually pounds on the door of a rustic cabin, occupied by hippie/doomsdayers (with a penchant for butter-laden breakfasts) Genevieve (Barbara Hershey) and Frederick (Ed Begley Jr.), and they let her in.

Terrified, wounded, hungry and hungover, she feasts, like a feral animal, on what’s left of their hearty morning meal. But when Frederick suggests they call the cops, the Lady vehemently disagrees. (Later, we do meet two officers, well played by Steven Michael Quezada and Madisen Beaty, who fall into a figurative snare that’s constructed from gender stereotypes.)

To reveal more of the plot would ruin the movie, so suffice to say as writer/director JT Mollner skillfully puts the puzzle pieces together, holes are tightened and questions are answered. That is, except for the most perplexing, probably unanswerable, question: how do people become crazy enough to go on a bloody killing binge with zero remorse?

The Demon (Kyle Gallner) is on a mission in rural Oregon.

Watching this masterful work, you feel the influence of Quentin Tarantino, the Coen brothers, Martin Scorsese, Michael Mann, David Lynch and Alfred Hitchcock. Mollner delivers a picture (his second) that’s bold, clever, sordid and sometimes darkly comic. Shot in 35 mm by cinematographer Giovanni Ribisi, “Strange Darling” is great-looking throughout – boasting rich color and arresting compositions. Composer Craig DeLeon’s score and original songs written and performed by Z Berg help to sustain the suspenseful mood.

Additionally, Mollner elicits terrific performances from the entire cast and especially from the captivating Fitzgerald as she pulls out all the stops playing a Lady you’ll never forget and Gallner, by turns sinister and phlegmatic; threatening and vulnerable.

Granted, “Strange Darling” won’t be everyone’s cup of blood. It’s a dark dive into the world of a serial killer, so if gore and graphic violence are a deal-breaker, you’ll want to give this a pass. (Also, if you’re looking for deep, thoughtful commentary on gender roles and sexual politics, look elsewhere.)

But for those who dig crime tales, sly, stylish “Strange Darling” takes us on a weird and wild ride.

“Strange Darling” opened Aug. 23 and is playing in theaters nationwide.

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Lighthouse Café’s jazz brunch brightens Sunday mornings

September 13, 2024 by

Femmes fatales are naturally nocturnal and enjoy night-time carousing almost as much as they love spending a hefty pile of cold, hard cash. But there are exceptions to that rule.

For example, the Sunday jazz brunch at the Lighthouse Café in Hermosa Beach provides plenty of reasons to be up early-ish on a weekend morning. The event, which runs from 10 am to 2 pm, features classic songs (think Cole Porter, Irving Berlin, George and Ira Gershwin) and attracts first-rate performers, such as vocalist Lia Booth and guitarist Miles Jensen.

Vocalist Lia Booth and guitarist Miles Jensen help the audience mellow out with excellent music.

Sporting Bettie Page bangs and retro specs, classically trained Booth makes each song her own with singular phrasing and Jensen gives a lithe grace to every chord he plays. Most of the songs are audience requests and patrons are encouraged to try to stump the versatile chanteuse.

While jotting down your requests, you can nosh on great brunch fare. Treat yourself to the irresistibly decadent fry up (eggs, hashbrowns, bacon, sausage and toast) or the more demure yogurt and fresh fruit. The raspberry daiquiri pairs remarkably well with both, or go for a savory note and sip a classic Bloody Mary.

If these walls could scat … jazz artists have played here since the place opened in 1949.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

To be sure, performers Booth and Jensen follow in some mighty big footsteps. The Lighthouse Café celebrated its 75th anniversary this summer and has long been known as a ballast of bebop and a hot spot for cool jazz, showcasing legendary musicians like Dizzy Gillespie, Miles Davis and Chet Baker.

In the early days, bassist/band leader/club manager Howard Rumsey put together a house band called the Lighthouse All-Stars, frequently playing with guest musicians. Many artists recorded at the café as well.

Current owner Josh Royal recently told the Daily Breeze he aims to keep the old-school vibe and maintain the café as a live music venue. Besides the brunch, the café hosts a jazz jam session on Monday nights. Royal and his partners took over in 2021. Previously, Paul Hennessey had owned the place for about 40 years.

The neon sign is a nod to the 2016 movie, “La La Land” and its iconic scenes that were shot at the Lighthouse café.

And Musicians aren’t the only ones who are drawn to the historic café. The Lighthouse earned a cinematic claim to fame when it was selected as a location for “La La Land” (2016, Damien Chazelle), starring Emma Stone and Ryan Gosling (pictured below), which won the best Picture Oscar in 2017. Filming took place over four days in late summer, 2015. There is a neon sign that pays tribute to the popular flick; it reads: “Here’s to the fools who dream.”

Ryan Gosling won the Best Actor Oscar for his role in “La La Land.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Both interior and exterior scenes in “La La Land” were filmed at the café.

Vocalist Lia Booth and guitarist Miles Jensen will play on Sunday, Sept. 15, from 10 am to 2 pm. The Lighthouse Café is located at 30 Pier Ave., Hermosa Beach, CA 90254. Ryan Gosling may or may not be in attendance.

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‘Once Upon a Time … in Hollywood’ is a flaky, flimsy fairy tale that’s still pretty entertaining

July 31, 2019 by

For Angelenos, “Once Upon a Time … in Hollywood,” by Quentin Tarantino, is required viewing if you 1) are too young to have any idea who Charlie Manson’s family was 2) love Brad Pitt 3) are craving cocktails and massive portions at Musso & Frank’s and feel the need to rationalize a visit to the restaurant.

The film is a heavy-handed homage to the slowly collapsing Studio System, in the year 1969, as well as a revisionist and rescue fantasy from a director who gorges on movie lore like some of us feast on popcorn. But as glossy looking (shot by Robert Richardson) and as crammed with period detail as it is, “Once Upon,” has a script that’s thin and unsatisfying; the film has very little tension or much humor to sustain its 2 hour and 41 minute running time. The place, slick and sultry and a bit sinister, is rendered with a sure eye; the mood is often flat.

The story revolves primarily around a macho TV actor named Rick Dalton (Leonardo Di Caprio) whose career is starting to wobble and his friendship with his stuntman and helper Cliff Booth (Brad Pitt). Rick is fond of easing his angst with booze; Cliff is a laconic cool guy, war veteran and mysterious widower – there are rumors that he might have been involved in his wife’s death. Rick happens to live on Cielo Drive, next door to director Roman Polanski (Rafal Zawierucha) and his wife Sharon Tate (Margot Robbie).

In “Once Upon,” Rick plays the villain in “Lancer,” which was an actual Western show that aired on CBS for two seasons, starting in 1968 and starring actor James Stacy (played in “Once Upon” by Timothy Olyphant) and Wayne Maunder (Luke Perry).

Robbie is an ideal choice to play Tate; she exudes young energy and abundant promise. So, it would have been nice if Tarantino had given her more to do than being adorable, acquiescent and slightly vacant.

But hey she is a starlet, after all. We meet lots of stock players in this dark-side-of-the-dream scenario: Al Pacino as a glitzy producer, looking to snag film roles for Rick in Italian movies; Lorenza Izzo as the 2-D, temperamental wife Rick meets while making an Italian movie; and Julia Butters as a precocious child actor (is there any other kind?) and co-star of Rick’s Italian movie. As Tarantino melds reality with fantasy, we also spy Steve McQueen (Damian Lewis), Sam Wanamaker (Nicholas Hammond), Bruce Lee (Mike Moh) and others.

The other major plotline, awkwardly lumped in, comes from the fact that cult leader Charlie Manson and his murderous followers also had tangential and tenuous (but 100% real) connections to Tinseltown. Manson once aspired to a music career and mistakenly believed that producer Terry Melcher lived in the Tate-Polanksi residence on Cielo Drive. Also, the Manson “family” lived at Spahn Ranch, which was a filming location for the Jane Russell movie “The Outlaw” and some episodes of the TV show “Bonanza.”

By chance, Cliff picks up a hitchhiking Mansonite named Pussycat (Margaret Qualley, of TV’s “The Leftovers” and “Fosse/Verdon”), drives her to the ranch and stops in for a visit. Apparently, Rick and Cliff once worked there and Cliff remembers George Spahn, who in 1969 was 80 years old and blind.

Long-legged and lithe Pussycat bites her lip repeatedly as part of her seduction but Cliff decides she’s too young for him and takes a pass, on her and the Manson cult. Pussycat might be based in part on Kathryn Lutesinger, who briefly followed Manson but later turned against him. Dakota Fanning and Austin Butler play (real-life) Manson followers and criminals Lynette “Squeaky” Fromme and Tex Watson. Damon Herriman plays Manson.

“Once Upon …” isn’t a bad movie but it’s not Tarantino at his finest. It’s well acted, especially Brad Pitt as Cliff Booth and Bruce Dern as George Spahn, and it’s all pretty enjoyable, it’s just not that interesting or weird or wild overall. Granted, the reimagining of the Manson Tate murders definitely provides a kooky ending – the problem is it also comes off as strained and random, more gimmick than grand finale.

Welcome to LA.

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