Dolemite Is My Name (2019) ***

“Dolemite is my name, and fuckin' up mother-fuckas is my game!” That's the motto of the funniest, most unlikely action hero you've never heard of. Rudy Ray Moore, from Ft.Smith, AR, is a man most people today, especially white people, have never heard of. In the world of blaxploitation films and ghetto comedy, however, not to mention rap music, he's considered something of a legend.

Moore started his career singing, dancing, and even preaching in the 1950's and 60's. He cut a few R&B singles, but never really got any traction in the music business. Then, in 1970, Moore had a revelation. He heard a wino spouting some foul-mouthed, bragging, poetry, and he liked the way it sounded. He made the rhymes his own and incorporated them into a pimp character called Dolemite. Dolemite was a hit on stage, leading to successful underground comedy records. These gave him the cash to make a self-financed Dolemite movie (1975), risking everything he had for the kind of fame that could only come with movie-stardom.

“Dolemite Is My Name” tells Moore's story, with Eddie Murphy playing Moore with a heart and humor that remind me of his outstanding performance in “Dreamgirls.” The film may be a bit hagiographic, painting Moore as an extremely sympathetic, good-hearted character, and his success as purely due to his determination and self-reliance. Still, it's an entertaining and sometimes hilarious ride.

It's a Netflix original, a helluva sight!

Eddie Murphy shines as Dol-em-ite!

3 stars out of 5

Us (2019) ***1/2

With 2017's "Get Out," Jordan Peele put the world on notice that he was a storyteller to be reckoned with. With his second feature, “Us,” he threatens to extend that into a streak.

The Wilsons are a typical, American family. Adelaide (Lupita Nyong'o), Gabe (Winston Duke), Zora (Shahadi Wright Joseph), and Jason (Evan Alex) are visiting a family vacation home. Everything is beautiful, but there is an undercurrent of dread. This is partly because the movie started with a scene about 25 years earlier of a young Adelaide having a terrifying experience of running into her exact double. This traumatic experience left the little girl temporarily mute, but she has clearly overcome the experience, as the grown-up Adelaide seems totally normal. Returning to the beach where she had that creepy run-in so long ago has her on edge, however. She asks to cut the vacation short, but before they can leave, Jason announces that “there's a family in the driveway.” There sure is, a family that looks identical to the Wilsons, and they aren't there to welcome them to the neighborhood.

Before this night of terrifying home invasions is over, we learn that everyone is America has a doppelganger. These speechless doubles have been living in underground tunnels, spending their lives crudely aping the actions of their twins on the surface. Now they have climbed out of their holes to claim their place in the sun.

The plot doesn't make much sense if you think about it at all, so it's best to just go with it. If you just accept what you see on the screen, it's a fun, scary film, with just the right amount of humor sprinkled in. The movie is paced right, and the performances are excellent. Shahadi Wright Joseph particularly stands out as a young actress to watch.

Most critics feel that “Us” isn't quite as good as “Get Out.” I would agree, but “Us” is still an excellent movie. Both films can be enjoyed as straight horror, but don't hold up well to literal analysis. They are best appreciated as allegory. “Get Out” was Jordan Peele's parody of black people's fear about white people, that even the most liberal of us are secret racists who want to enslave black people again. It's an exaggeration, but I imagine it draws from some real suspicions that some black people have. “Us” flips the script. It's cleverly done, because the main characters are black, but “Us” is clearly exploring the anxiety of white Americans. The allegory is that America is built on top of an exploited underclass, a class of people who may someday rise up and try to take what white people have. Once again, it's an exaggeration of existing fears. There's also the theme of class, the idea that living right near us are people very much like us, living in poverty. At one point, Adelaide asks her twin, “What are you?”, to which the twin replies, “We're Americans.” It's a somewhat heavy-handed way to say that even in this wealthy country, there are people living in squalor. Who are these people who have nothing? Jordan Peele says they are Us.

3.5 stars out of 5

Marriage Story (2019) *

This will be more of a warning than a review, because I only watched half the movie. Why did I bail? Because this film is miserable and depressing. If I want to see a realistic depiction of a nasty divorce, I'll just go on Facebook.

Noah Baumbach (“The Squid and the Whale”) wrote and directed this story of a writer/director's divorce from his actress wife, and the fight over their kid. Despite any denials the director may make, it's basically the story of his own divorce from actress Jennifer Jason Leigh.

Adam Driver plays Charlie, a talented theater director. He and his actress wife Nicole (Scarlett Johansson) are kind of a big deal in the New York theater scene, but Nicole's ambition is to get back to TV and movies, and this ambition rips their marriage apart. We meet them attempting to mediate a divorce, but, as tends to happen in divorce, things escalate. Nicole takes their son to L.A., gets a lawyer, and soon what started as an amicable “conscious decoupling” turns into as nasty a divorce as any.

What happens next? Maybe a giant asteroid menaces earth. Maybe aliens invade, and Charlie and Nicole are reunited as freedom fighters. Maybe they have a steamy threesome with cast-mate Laura Dern. I wouldn't know, because I couldn't watch the rest of this boring piece of crap. Do you remember how you felt the second or third time you watched “Kramer vs Kramer?” Me neither, because nobody watches divorce dramas a second time, which makes me question why we watch them the first time.

The sad thing is that “Marriage Story” is not “bad” in the sense that most bad movies are bad. The cast is excellent, and the dialogue is well-written. The problem is that I didn't like the characters or what was happening to them. I hated Nicole for being a ball-busting harpy, while passively-aggressively pretending not to be. I hated Charlie for letting a woman with such bad hair rake him over the coals. Then, of course, you have to remember that this is Noah Baumbach telling HIS version of his own divorce. That's his prerogative, but I can't think of a reason we should subject ourselves to it.

1 star out of 5

The Irishman (2019) ***1/2

Martin Scorcese has been telling stories about organized-crime his entire career, and his latest film, “The Irishman,” may be the apotheosis of that career. It isn't necessarily the best or most enjoyable of his films, but in its scope and ambition it is truly a celebration of the Mafia Movie. The story comes from the book I Heard You Paint Houses, which purports to be the memoir and death-bed confession of Frank (The Irishman) Sheeran, who claimed, among other things, to have killed Jimmy Hoffa. Sheeran's story has a lot of holes in it, however, and “The Irishman” is best viewed as historical fiction.

The film revolves around Frank Sheeran (Robert De Niro) and his rise through the ranks as a mafia enforcer. Frank is a truck driver and member of the Teamster's union. When he gets caught selling beef off his truck to some Mafia-connected restauranteurs, he keeps his mouth shut, refusing to name names. That earns him respect and an intro to Russell Bufalino (Joe Pesci), a major Mafia player. Frank impresses Russell with his Italian, picked up in Italy in WWII, and he tells stories of following orders to execute POWs there. Frank is just the kind of guy Russell needs, and soon he is carrying out killings on Russell's orders.

Then we meet Jimmy Hoffa (Al Pacino), big-time union leader. Jimmy has a lot of power and a lot of enemies. He also has friends in the Mafia, who value him because he does them shady favors like lending them money out of the Teamsters Pension Fund. Russell returns the favor by lending Frank to Jimmy as a bodyguard and catspaw? Russell and Jimmy become close, but when Jimmy starts to resist the Mob's demands, Russell is caught between his divided loyalties.

We glean this tale in flashbacks from an aged Frank, wheelchair-bound and in a nursing home. All of his Mob friends have died over the years, mostly from un-natural causes, and his kids don't visit him. He's left alone to ponder the life he led and the things he did.

It's a big story, and well-told, with great performances from an all-star cast. Joe Pesci, in particular, delivers the goods, underplaying his character in a way we haven't seen from him before. He gives a performance that shows he could have been doing dramatic roles all along, if he didn't happen to be so good at comedy. Al Pacino chews the scenery like he always does, but it's perfect for the outsized Jimmy Hoffa character. So what's not to like? The 3.5-hour run-time. “The Irishman” is long, and it feels long. I never exactly got bored, but I was definitely aware of time passing. Fortunately, it's on Netflix, so you can watch it over 2 nights, which is what I did. However you do it, if you are a fan of Scorcese, De Niro, Pacino, and Pesci, you should make the investment.

3.5 stars out of 5

Arctic (2019) ****

Mads Mikkelsen starred in two films that hit theaters in 2019, "Polar" and “Arctic.” You could be forgiven for being confused, but rest assured, these films could not be more different. “Polar” is a violent comic book come to life, full of blood and boobs. “Arctic” is a quiet, serious survival story, and definitely the better movie of the two.

Mikkelsen plays Overgard, a man stranded in the Arctic wilderness after a plane crash. We never learn exactly who he is or why he's up there, and I guess it doesn't matter. Overgard is a stand-in for anyone caught in a life-or-death situation. When we meet him, he is using the crashed plane as a shelter, and has a daily routine of ice-fishing and signaling for help. Circumstances eventually force him to abandon his camp and set out across the ice on an epic bid for safety.

There isn't really a lot of plot, and I don't want to give any more of it away. The story is rather simple, and might be too thin to support a feature film if not for a bravura, mostly-silent performance by Mikkelsen. Similar to Robert Redford in the excellent “All is Lost,” Mikkelsen has to carry the entire film, largely without speech. That he does it so well is even more remarkable given that Mikkelsen initially struck me as an actor with only one facial expression. By the end of “Arctic,” I could recognize all kinds of emotions on that wind-scarred face.

Writer/director Joe Penna originally wanted the story to take place on Mars, but he got scooped by "The Martian," starring Matt Damon, so adjustments were made. I think it's better this way. On Mars, there wouldn't have been a polar bear.

If you only watch one icy-themed Mads Mikkelsen movie this year, it should be “Arctic.” It's a beautifully-filmed story of stoicism and determination, and anyone who has ever spent time in the snowy wilderness will feel this story on a visceral level. As for the career wisdom of doing this film and “Polar” in the same year, I think Mikkelsen's manager has some explaining to do.

4 stars out of 5

My Cousin Vinny (1992) ****

This is another classic that most people have already seen, but since it dates back to 1992, there's a younger generation who may never have heard of it. Either way, if you haven't seen it, you should, and if you have seen it, it holds up really well to a repeat.

“My Cousin Vinny” features Joe Pesci in his prime. The New York Times recently had an article about Pesci and how he's a great dramatic actor who got pigeonholed into comedy for years. I don't know how Pesci feels about his career, but I feel like he would have been wasted in dramas when he does comedy this well. His energy, comic timing, and physicality keep the film moving hilariously. Then there's Marisa Tomei. Beautiful, expressive, and funny, she's the perfect foil for Pesci, and she won an Oscar for her efforts.

Ralph Macchio and Mitchell Whitfield play Bill and Stan, a couple of young, Brooklyn boys on a road trip who get mistakenly arrested for murder in a small, Alabama town. An array of eye-witnesses identify them as the killers, and there's no money for a seasoned, defense lawyer. Things look dire for the boys, until Bill recruits his cousin, Vinny Gambini (Pesci), to represent them. Vinny is fresh out of law school, with no criminal defense experience, but as Bill explains, “The Gambinis live to argue.”

Vinny shows up with his alligator boots and leather jacket, and the only person more out of place in rural Alabama than Vinny is his miniskirted, huge-haired fiance, Mona Lisa (Tomei). Vinny gets off to a bad start, irritating the judge with his leather jacket and ignorance of criminal procedure. As you can guess, he eventually puts up a great defense, with an assist from his girl.

As ridiculous as the movie is (they manage to wrap up a capital murder case over just a few days), some of the courtroom aspects are considered quite realistic, and “My Cousin Vinny” is actually taught in some law schools. The way Vinny interviews the witnesses and cross-examines them in court is considered textbook litigation, way more realistic than a lot of serious, legal thrillers. But you don't need to be a law student to love it. The dialogue, comedic timing, and Marisa Tomei's legs make this a turn-of-the-century classic that everyone can love!

4 stars out of 5