American Fiction: This is the last of the 10 Oscar nominated Best Pictures for me. It stars the always good Jeffrey Wright who typically in a supporting role (like as Felix in recent James Bond films and in The Batman), but he is good, like in his role in HBO’s Westworld. Here he plays a writer-professor, Thelonious “Monk” Ellison, who is asked to spend some more time with his family from his university, which he doesn’t regard as a way to have him relax and calm down. He lives in LA for a reason while they live in Boston. He has a brother and sister, and a Mom. As a writer, and a writer of colour, he has written some quality books, but not commercially successful books. He sees a new writer promoting her latest bell selling book, with plenty of media buzz and he shakes his head. As a protest, he sits down and writes a tongue-in-cheek satirical story under a pseudonym being as outrageous as he can be. He and his editor (pictured here John Ortiz) discuss it, and it is brought forward to publishers. Things happen after that which provide some insight to Monk.

The question posed is how does an artist be thought of as just a writer, without pandering to stereotypes being propagated in the society, and the white readers in the US who seem to only want to read certain stories from the black writers? How far as a writer do you sell your soul to grab at the money being thrown at you, both in book sales, TV appearances and a possible movie deal for your story? Wright is stickhandling through these issues, all the while dealing with complexities in his family. His Mom’s health is struggling and will require a substantial investment. His sister is tired of being the local person responsibile for the daily health of Mom, while having her own professional life. Meanwhile brother has his own home challenges living in Arizona. Monk has also met a female criminal lawyer at his Mom’s cottage property. So there are plenty of balls in the air. Together they are all addressing his relationship with his deceased father, the siblings, Mom and the locals. It is a good story, well told and acted. The fourth act brings forth some ideas that weren’t introduced early, but you can see them coming if you’re paying attention. Some of the alternatives posed by Monk are creative but at the same time predictable. This movie reflects some prickly realties which caucasian writers/artists just don’t have to address. Perhaps if they are selling their books in a foreign country, they could be lumped in total with all other English authors but that’s the comparison. The brother character is a bit of a caricature, but the others are more real, despite the lawyer seemingly never doing any legal work. I am glad to have seen this, with the other 5 people in the theatre.
The Beekeeper: Newly released and in theatres, this is another in the retired super-spy operative genre who through circumstance is brought back into the life. Think John Wick who was looking to get out of the assassin-for-hire business in a super-secret society, but is forced back into it. I mean, who can blame him with his pooch getting plugged by a Russian brat?! Instead of Theon Greyjoy, actor Alfie Allen for Wick we have annoying little man Josh Hutcherson from The Hunger Games, who is trying to take The Most Punchable Face in Hollywood Award away from Jesse Eisenberg. It’s REALLY close! So in place of Keanu Reeves we have Brit Jason Statham who definitely know the type of movies that his audience want to see from him. He is a local beekeeper, which we learn later is a metaphor for his elite US taskforce, no one bothers to explain how a Brit is part of this group.

So what brings Mr Clay back into the “game”? Not a dead puppy dog. But almost as heinous, a group of asshole entitled hackers who steal from little old ladies and pensioners. And not just ANY pensioners, but Claire Huxtable!! This group of jerks wipes her out, and her charity, and she just happens to be one of few people who have treated Mr Clay with any kindness. Mrs Huxtable has a daughter who works for the FBI and she gets involved. As things progress, the number of body bags rises. I am more than a little surprised at the carnage initiated by Mr Clay. I am not at all surprised at the lack of injuries sustained by Mr Clay as he undertakes his quest of destruction. All the while there is the explanation of his actions from the FBI daughter. I won’t disclose further because why spoil just how far up this goes up. Jeremy Irons has a role acting as a well paid protector of the spoiled brat human punching bag, which you sense he would rather flip the brat over his knee and give him a proper spanking. There is so much senseless killing, and for military and police personnel. The underlying message being that sometimes this is necessary because a queen bee with poor offspring may need replacing. Take from that metaphor what you will. This is brain candy, meant to be entertaining without requiring too much thinking on the part of the audience. To that end, it is successful. I dislike who I am supposed to, and cheer for those that are positioned to provide some satisfying justice. I am pleased in the fact that I didn’t pay to see this in the theatre. If you like Jason Statham, he keeps his shirt on, but he delivers a typical performance for him. No Oscar nominations forthcoming on this.
Ted Lasso Season 3: After a free use of Apple + with the puchase of a theatre ticket I finally finished Ted Lasso. I have to admit that I was underwhelmed with the final season. It was predictable in many ways, and surprising in other ways, like where Nate ends up. Other surprises come with other characters like Jamie Tartt, Keeley Jones and Roy Kent. Ted’s Mom shows up. All the while the other characters are dealing with the fallout of the cliff hanger from Season 2. Of course it is all quite predictable.

There are some preachy aspects to it. There is especially annoying episode (number 8) where each character who has made a decision seems to be whining and carrying on like they didn’t do that fateful decision to begin with. For a team in early seasons couldn’t seem to “win the big one” this team despite the addition of a certified “superstar” make some strides but then give them back. After all is said and done, it ends predictably and with a whimper. There are tears, there are hugs and the parties move on. I finish the series not thinking “why didn’t they win Golden Globes?” but rather “why were they considered to begin with”? There are more impactful series out there, which in my view will be longer lasting. I don’t see this being considered in the same breath as The Sopranos, Game of Thrones, Mad Men or Breaking Bad? Perhaps being a comedy, well a comedy with some dramatic turns, may put it at a disadvantage but really it is the main character of Ted that holds it back. His gosh-gee-whilakers outlook is charming earlier, but then the panic attacks and his uncertainty with his life becomes a little tireseome over time. I didn’t watch the TV series Coach with Craig T Nelson but I see some similarities with it. No one regards Coach as great TV. It seems Season 3 meant that there was more money to spend and they had more roadtrips, notably Amsterdam which was a terrific travel log, but didn’t add much. So this has ended, and with the appropriate number of Golden Globe awards. I quickly moved over to the latest from the producers of WWII Band of Brothers and The Pacific, Tom Hanks and Steven Spielberg, with Masters of the Air. It has been really good, and I look forward to watching more.






