Weekend Mullings - The Mandalorian and Grogu

I'm going to come right out and say when it comes to the Mandalorian franchise, I can't even pretend to be an impartial critic. I just love Grogu so much!  The Mandalorian and Grogu could have been two hours of Mando and Grogu sitting in a cockpit, not talking, with Grogu occasionally eating a snack, and I'd have come out satisfied. So even though this ultimately just feels like a few episodes of the series filmed in IMAX, I don't care. And more importantly, why would I care? Because it's a cash grab by Disney? Yes, and...? I wanted more of the series. I got an enjoyable movie. I'm not going to nitpick this.

The film opens with a scenario that feels like the cold open of a James Bond movie. Mando and Grogu are on an assignment on an icy planet, attempting to capture an Imperial warlord. After their successful mission they report back to Ward (Sigourney Weaver), the New Republic commander they've been working for. She has a new mission for them that involves Rotta the Hutt (voiced by Jeremy Allen White), son of Jabba, who as been kidnapped.

This first half of the film plays like a Star Wars version of a gangster story, with Mando and Grogu fighting crime bosses and corrupt "prize fighting" on a planet visually reminiscent of Blade Runner. It even features a cameo by gangster film godfather Martin Scorsese as a diner cook with four arms and some loose lips.

The second half finds Mando and Grogu on a more traditionally Star Wars-y world, with lots of fighting against various androids and aliens. And this part of the film also allows Grogu to take center stage, often with the help of an (almost literal) handful of delightful Anzellans. 

The Star Wars universe is filled with abandoned children, and both heroes and villains with daddy issues. The story of Mando and Grogu has always followed in that vein, though it is becoming, more and more, a saga about a reluctant father learning to accept that responsibility, and then accepting that he will eventually have to let go of it

But it's also a movie about Grogu waddling around behind his dad, getting into places he shouldn't, eating whatever he can find, and learning how to become a...whatever it is an adult Grogu becomes. And that is the way. That is the way, and it is enough for me.

Weekend Mullings - Obsession

One of the oldest horror plots out there is a Monkey's Paw story; how a wish granted goes terribly wrong. It's the central conceit of Obsession, the feature film debut of 26-year old director and comedian Curry Barker, who got his start doing Internet sketch comedy with Cooper Tomlinson in a duo called "that's a bad idea." I bring up his age, and his background, because I think it informs a lot of Obsession, and the things that work in the movie, as well as the things that don't.

Bear (Michael Johnson) has long been in love with his friend Nikki (Inde Navarrette), but is too afraid to confess his feelings. When purchasing a gift for Nikki at a new age crystal shop, he also buys what appears to be a novelty gift called a One Wish Willow, a stick that, when broken in half, is supposed to grant the user one wish. After another night of chickening out over confessing his love to Nikki, Bear breaks the One Wish Willow, wishing for Nikki to "love him above anything else in the world." 

He gets that wish, and the horror movie plot falls into place. Nikki does "love" Bear, but it's an obsessive and violent love that Bear, though freaked out by much of her behavior, goes along with - for way too long. From the beginning of their "relationship," Nikki has weird episodes, but they are tempered by cliched love story moments, like watching movies together on the couch, sharing breakfast, laughing over strangers at a diner...and sex. And that's where the film gets...icky.

Nikki has no free will, and this is proven definitively when one night, while Nikki is sleeping, the voice of the real Nikki comes out, begging Bear to put her out of her misery. The real Nikki is a prisoner, and that means all of their sexual encounters have been, essentially, rape, a fact the film just ignores completely.

The script tries to walk the line between portraying Bear as a villain and a victim, but by giving the real Nikki no agency, and no real establishment beyond "manic pixie dream girl" before her imprisonment, we aren't really able to feel sorry for her, because the things she does are so, so horrifying. Bear's victimhood is established from the very beginning: he's a sad sack, lovelorn loser and Nikki is a curse on his life.

And all of this is huge bummer because there is so much in this movie that is good. There is effective dark humor that runs throughout. Barker has a gift for tension, and keeping things just out of frame, or in partial darkness, leading to truly creepy moments. But the biggest highlight is Inde Navarrette's performance as Nikki. She holds nothing back, fully inhabiting this possessed character, balancing between funny and furious, in a performance that includes some jaw-dropping physicality.

I mentioned director Curry Barker's age earlier because I do believe, or at least hope, that someone with a little more life experience would be able to expand beyond the "bitches do be crazy!" cliches in the story, and move the audience's sympathy away from Bear. And maybe someone with a little more filmmaking experience would skip the animal death that opens the film, knowing that's going to turn off a large swath of the audience right off the bat. And perhaps someone with more developed tastes would veer away from the moment of nudity near the end that is so distasteful and unnecessary it took me completely out of the movie.

Obsession is good. I just wish it were better. 

Weekend Mullings - The Devil Wears Prada 2

Junk food is popular for a lot of reasons, but one that immediately came to mind after watching, and enjoying, The Devil Wears Prada 2, is that it is invariable; you know you're gonna get the same thing every time. And because of that, you know you're going to enjoy it, even though it's probably bad for you and may make you feel a little ill afterwards. I had fun while watching The Devil Wears Prada 2, even if a lot of it left a bad taste in my mouth.

It's been twenty years since these character last shared the screen, and credit to all of the cast's surgeons and dermatologists, because absolutely none of them looks any different. Miranda Priestly (Meryl Streep) is still running Vogue Runway magazine, though the print edition is a lot thinner these days, and Nigel (Stanley Tucci) is still at her side. Andy (Anne Hathaway) has had a successful journalism career, albeit winning an award and losing her job on the same day; she's victim to cuts that seem to hit newspapers on a weekly basis. And Emily (Emily Blunt) has remained in fashion, now an executive at Dior.

One of those contrived scenarios that can only happen in movies finds all of these characters back together again, revolving around Miranda, who has her hopes set on a big career move. Indeed, many of the plot points hearken back to the first film, as that's what we expect from our sequels. But I was pleased to see the film pivot a in a few ways that, while not exactly surprising, were at least not entirely predictable. 

Andy starts the film as a single gal, focused on her career, but about a third of the way into the film she has a meet-cute with an apartment flipper named Peter, played by Patrick Brammall. This romantic plot-line feels entirely forced and unnecessary, but at least he's a step above both of the shitty men Andy had to deal with in the first film, and this time she doesn't make career decisions based on how this random dude feels about them.

I'm not certain, but I think Streep has more screentime as Miranda this time around, but more is not necessarily better. She definitely has moments that are memorable, like how absolutely exhausted she looks after having to hang up her own coat. But I can't think of a single line that's as quotable as anything she says in the first film. Miranda as a character works better as a spice than a meal.

This sequel is obviously working with a much larger budget and reputation than the original, resulting in a lot of cameos and fashion flashing across the screen. And I do mean flashing, as director David Frankel never lets his camera linger on any of the couture long enough to really take the clothing in. But I guess that's what streaming and pause buttons are for.

While the story is filled with pretty clothes, fancy apartments, European landscapes, and beautiful people, ultimately, none of the characters stands on very steady ground, with careers and lifestyles that are not guaranteed. And that's because of one ugly truth the film hammers home: billionaires are both the cause of, and potential solution to, all of life's problems. (h/t: Homer Simpson.)