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No Concessions: Men Behaving Badly (And One, Very Well)

How funny is The Hangover? Funny enough to get the two guys in the next row off their Crackberries for minutes at a time. I used to go to the movies in the early afternoon, when no one was there. Now, I go to the last show of the evening, which is often the same, except that the few who are at last call are sleepier. So it was gratifying to sit with a full, and mostly attentive, post-10pm audience for a change.

I watched The Hangover with ’80s flashbacks in mind. Its crassness isn’t a lot different than, say, that of 1984’s Bachelor Party, a credit in the “other work” section of Tom Hanks’ resume these days. The Hangover is Bachelor Party cross-bred with Martin Scorsese’s After Hours (1985), with the Vegas section of the underrated Go (1999) thrown in. It’s a hybrid that runs on its own steam, and despite the lateness of the hour I would’ve texted “LOL!” to all my buddies if I had a device handy (no, I wouldn’t have). The only annoying thing about it is that I may have to check out the two other hit comedies written by Jon Lucas and Scott Moore, Four Christmases and Ghosts of Girlfriends Past, to see how they got here. Someday.

They specialize in stories centered on visiting and revisiting, and their idea this time was clever: Take all the standard wild-night-in-Vegas business and turn it into a comic mystery. Laid out end-to-end, the movie wouldn’t be as amusing as it is. Removing 12 hours from the story, then retracing them, was inspired. Director Todd Phillips, who made the semi-classic Old School (2003), paired the concept with actors who come to mesh as a team. Bachelor Justin Bartha, who sits out most of the movie, gets the film in gear with his disappearance but doesn’t really count. The heavy lifting is done, and done well, by a slyly misogynistic Bradley Cooper (who I figured for a big push when he co-starred with Julia Roberts and the rising Paul Rudd in the headline-grabbing Broadway revival of Three Days of Rain a couple of seasons back), Ed Helms (purposefully aggravating on The Office, more appealing here as a strait-jacketed single) and the out-to-lunch Zach Galifianakis, referred to in the movie as “Fat Jesus,” and a natural for Hagar the Horrible if he ever makes it to the big screen. (more…)

DVD Review: “Miracle at St. Anna”

51rp3jivdll_sl500_aa240_Miracle at St. Anna opens with a crime:  A black postal worker pulls out a German Lugar pistol and kills an Italian man waiting in line to buy stamps.  Why did he do it?  That’s what reporter Tim Boyle (Joseph Gordon-Levitt) wants to find out as he accompanies detectives to the killer’s apartment.  There, they find the head of an Italian statue that is worth millions.  The mystery deepens and Boyle worms his way into getting an interview with the worker, whose name is Hector Negron.  Negron (played by actor Laz Alonso in old age makeup) begins to tell the story of his tour of duty in World War II as a part of the 92nd Infantry Division, a.k.a the Buffalo Soldiers Division, a segregated platoon of all black soldiers.

From there the film flashes back to Italy, World War II, and proceeds to get worse by the minute.  We are thrust into a brutally bloody battle sequence reminiscent of Saving Private Ryan, except not nearly as effective.  Four soldiers are separated from the platoon and must fend for themselves when their racist commanding officer nearly blows them up.  These four soldiers are Sergeant Bishop (Michael Ealy), a womanizing cynic, Sgt. Stamps (Derek Luke), the level headed, by the book soldier, Private Train (Omar Benson Miller), a gentle giant who carries around the severed head of an Italian statue for good luck (but seeing as he’s not in possession of it in the present day, you have an idea of what’s going to happen to him) and finally, Corporal Negron (Alonso, gain, free of the latex).  The four soldiers come upon an orphaned Italian boy that Train refuses to leave on his own, especially after the cute kid is injured in a bomb blast.  They carry the boy (Matteo Sciabordi) to a nearby Italian village to get help.

This village is one of those movie villages where the surviving citizens are all healthy looking, as if the war hasn’t affected them too much.  Of course, there is a gorgeous Italian woman (Valentina Cervi) who happens to speak English and is a little horny.  Stamps pines for her, yet Bishop is such a smooth talker he ends up getting lucky.  Meanwhile, the little boy gets progressively better, the Italian resistance sneaks into the village for supplies, the Nazis approach, and the Americans are slowly sending backup.  You’d think that with so much going on in this sprawling 160-minute epic, your interest would be held for more than 10 minutes or so, at least to learn why Negron shot the man in the opening.  Alas, Miracle at St. Anna is so full of clichés and crappy dialogue that the only mystery you’ll want to solve is why you’re even watching the movie in the first place.  This is a shame, because there is an important story that could have been told in this film, and this is subject matter that has only been handled in a smattering of films — and every American should be aware of it.  Alas, director Spike Lee does a horrible job of keeping the movie interesting. (more…)