Triangle of Sadness – 6

A self-evidently Northern European film in its discussions of class, capitalism, socialism, gender, race and more class. Not that it’s particularly intellectual or probing. It is, in fact, quite crude and simplistic. And half-again too long, with many scenes that drag and others–such as a forced dip in the ocean by the staff–that could have been done without. What holds it together is the relationship story of two influencers, brilliantly played by Harrison Dickinson and Charlbi Dean, she manipulative and he feckless. Their attraction to each other is just as obvious as their mismatch.

Armageddon Time – 7

A portrait of the (superhero) artist as a young man, set in 1980 Queens instead of 1914 Dublin. Our hero is likable but not commendable, and the one we feel sympathy for is his Black friend, Johnny Davis. Paul’s family, notably Anne Hathaway and Jeremy Strong don’t mesh, but maybe that’s the way Paul saw them. Anthony Hopkins, as his saintly grandfather, is a bit predictable. I feel a little sorry for this great actor who is now reduced to playing old men who are dying or have dementia. This movie is a snapshot in time, not quite a bildungsroman; and if there’s a moral, it’s that to get ahead in life, a) you shouldn’t be Black and b) it helps if Fred Trump is your father.

Take Me Out – A

Three tremendous acting performances anchor this study of friendship, homophobia, team chemistry and baseball. Surprisingly, the baseball references didn’t bother a purist like me. As for the homophobia, it’s sad that there are no more openly gay Major Leaguers now than when the play was first performed twenty years ago. But most intriguing was the question implicit in every relationship: how well do we really know someone, even our best friend? Jesse Tyler Ferguson deserves his Tony for his funny, lovable portrayal of Darren’s business manager, and Bill Heck was  smart and sexy as the shortstop/narrator around whom the action pivoted. But most intriguing was Jesse Williams’s Darren Lemming. I don’t know if the character was modeled on Derek Jeter, but the parallels were obvious: best player, mixed heritage, emotionally distant and just enough attitude to make a Yankee-hater like me dislike him. There was a lot of action, and it all made sense–if you can believe that a team with so little harmony can win a World Series. That’s the team chemistry issue.

Topdog/Underdog – B

My heart sank a bit when I realized I was to spend the next two hours with just these two men–losers, really–on one set where very little was going to happen. Their rapid-fire dialogue and three-card monte dexterity, the theatrical equivalent to the break dancers who had just entertained us in Times Square, made the time pass painlessly and with humor. As for any bigger message, yes, I know that life is unfair and these men had been dealt a bad hand, beyond being Black; but I had a hard time empathizing with characters whose life choices relied on conning strangers and shoplifting. After a lot of mundane badinage, the finale exploded unconvincingly around two dramatic, but unlikely, actions. The comparisons with Downstate all favor the latter.

Downstate – A

Everything we hope to find in the theater, as most commonly found Off-Broadway: thought-provoking subject, great ensemble acting, honest dialogue, gripping story and tragic, but not sad, ending. The subject was how the American justice system treats convicted sex offenders: it presented the raw deal they get, while acknowledging the pain they cause. But regardless of the subject, the play’s strength was the ensemble acting of the four offenders forced to share a home: a white man in a wheelchair, a repressed Latino, a sensitive gay Black and a smooth-talking Black hustler. Each was excellent, and their four-way dynamic made the stage of Leopoldstadt seem that much more crowded. Coming off productions in Chicago (Steppenwolf) and London (National Theatre), they were at the top of their game. I loved every minute.

Call Jane – 8

An effective and moving dramatization of the women’s collective in Chicago, 1968, that provided compassionate but illegal abortions pre-Roe v. Wade. Sigourney Weaver is Oscar-worthy as the group’s leader and Elizabeth Banks does almost as good a job filling the screen as the Betty Crocker housewife turned activist. In its setting, its politics and its feel-good ending, Call Jane is a cinematic bookend to The Trial of the Chicago 7.

Descendant – 6.5

There is little in the way of dramatic arc or suspense in this documentary about the discovery of the last slave ship in Mobile Bay in 2020. Rather, the film should be seen as a portrait of the community of descendants from that ship’s cargo still living in the Africatown district of Mobile. The film is provocative, whether intentional or not, in exploring the expectations of the descendants: their desires to get relief from the surrounding chemical plants, or reparations, or even apology or acknowledgement from the descendants of the ship owner. Most interesting to me was the fact of this community of descendants from slaves who were brought over illegally in 1860, and were slaves for only five years before they were emancipated.

Almost Famous – C-

Why bother? The original film was memorable, and presumably is still available, and was sharper, more intelligent and, of course, more original. The actors in the musical are appealing, especially when viewed from our seats in the second row, center, but inevitably invite unfavorable comparisons with Billy Crudup, Kate Hudson and Philip Seymour Hoffman, not to mention others I’d forgotten: Frances McDormand, Zooey Deschanel, Jason Lee, Jimmy Fallon (I concede props, though, to Rob Colletti in the Lester Bangs role). If the added attraction was new music, the score is blandly generic; the story plods along, between trite and obvious. Perhaps the show will survive through the holiday season on its name an nostalgia. The actors work hard but deserve better.

Leopoldstadt – B

A deeply personal play–and he wants you to know it–by Tom Stoppard, an apologia for not knowing until late in life that he is (100%) Jewish and most of his family died in and around the Holocaust. By honoring so many of his ancestors he assembles a cast of characters that challenges the audience’s understanding (“Aunt! – Why no, she’s my sister-in-law’s sister-in-law”), at the expense of identifying deeply with anyone. In fact, I found the play a much better read than a performance. Except for the two British imports (Gretl and Fritz/Leo), the actors disappointed. It felt they were reciting their lines, not inhabiting them, and the ensemble never flowed. (The child actors didn’t help.) I wonder if sitting in the third row hurt. There is drama and emotion, but some of it comes from the Holocaust, more than Stoppard.

Argentina 1985 – 8.5

A deft combination of the personal and political, pathos and humor, this historical drama was held together, above all, by Ricardo Darin’s remarkably human portrayal of Julio Strasseras, tasked with prosecuting the Argentine military junta for its decade of torture and disappearances. In composition and appeal his family echoed Tony Soprano’s, and the film was just as good in its domestic scenes as in the stories of the young lawyers and torture victims that led to the courtroom finale. Although the ending was never in doubt (either due to reviews or actual Argentine history), the suspense never flagged and–a rarity in recent moviegoing–we felt exhilarated as we departed the theater.