Review: 'Compartment No. 6' is a long, cold train ride through Russia, with two engaging traveling companions

Let’s tackle the big Russian elephant in the room first: I’m not sure now is the right time, what with Vladimir Putin sending the Russian army to invade a sovereign democracy, for a movie where a gruff-but-sensitive Russian laborer is one of the main protagonists.

But those are the cards dealt to us in “Compartment No. 6,” last year’s Grand Prix winner (second place) at the Cannes Film Festival, a Russo-Finnish drama about warming hearts in a cold place.

The titular compartment is shared by two passengers on a train from Moscow to the far-north city of Murmansk. Laura (Seidi Haarla) is wide-eyed student from Finland, in Russia to learn the language and curious to see Murmansk’s famous petroglyphs. Ljoha (Yuriy Borisov) is a hard-drinking Russian construction worker, headed to Murmansk because there are jobs there.

As the trip starts, Laura pines for Irina (Diner Drukarova), a Moscow intellectual with whom Laura was romantically involved — and who was supposed to accompany her on this train ride. Soon after they part, though, Laura learns a hard truth in a single phone call.

Laura and Ljoha take an immediate dislike to each other. She finds him boorish and sexist, and possibly threatening. He finds her standoffish, more interested in looking at her video camera than interacting with real people, like him.

As the train ride goes on, though, they start to see things in each other that are more appealing. That makes it sound like “Compartment No. 6” is a cut-and-dried romance, and it’s not — because Haarla and Borisov bring some complex shades to the characters, and Finnish director Juho Kuosmanen (who co-wrote the screenplay with Andrew Feldmanis, adapting a novel by Rosa Liksom) provides the room during this long train ride to let them explore those shades and take the story down tracks one doesn’t expect.

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‘Compartment No. 6’

★★★

Opens Friday, March 25, at the Broadway Centre Cinemas. Rated R for language and some sexual references. Running time: 107 minutes; in Finnish and Russian, with subtitles.

Review: 'Deep Water' is an unhinged erotic thriller where Ben Affleck lurks in fascinating ways

The overheated erotic thriller “Deep Water” confirms something that’s been in the back of my mind for awhile: Ben Affleck is a really good actor who gives some truly weird performances — and his work here is one of the stranger ones.

Affleck stars as Vic Van Allen, a tech genius who’s retired off the obscene wealth he made designing a guidance system for military drones. He spends most of his time cycling through his well-to-do town and the nearby woods, editing a vanity literary magazine, raising snails in his garage, and keeping an eye on his wife, Melinda (Ana de Armas).

What does Melinda do? Nearly every younger man who comes within flirting distance. This often happens at neighborhood parties, in full view of all of the Val Allens’ friends — and of Vic himself. Vic’s friends (Lil Rey Howery and Dash Mihok) tell Vic, for his own good, that they feel embarrassed for him watching Melinda cavorting with other guys.

Vic and Melinda, it appears, have an arrangement in which she can fool around with other guys, as long as she doesn’t abandon Vic and their six-year-old daughter, Trixie (Grace Jenkins). There are limits, though — as one young beau, Joel (Brendan C. Miller) discovers when Vic mentions a friend of Melinda’s who went missing. Vic tells Joel that he murdered this friend — a story that family friends read as a twisted joke, but Joel takes seriously enough to steer clear of Melinda.

Someone else takes the joke seriously. That’s Don Wilson (Tracy Letts), a newcomer to town, a TV writer who fancies himself a detective novelist. Don starts piecing things together — especially after a different guy (Jacob Elordi) drowns at a pool party, when Vic was the last guy to see him alive.

Director Adrian Lyne used to make his bones with sexually charged thrillers like this — his deep resume includes “Fatal Attraction,” “Indecent Proposal” and 2002’s “Unfaithful,” the last movie he made for 20 years, until now. Lyne’s fastball isn’t what it used to be, but he still knows how to handle the curve, or rather curves, as he captures de Armas (“Knives Out”) as a character with few qualms about getting naked in front of her seemingly unfeeling husband. Lyne also generates some erotic frisson in the scenes between Affleck and de Armas (this was filmed back when the two were dating), whether they’re having sex or avoiding it.

In adapting the novel by Patricia HIghsmith (“The Talented Mr. Ripley”), screenwriters Zach Helm (“Stranger than Fiction”) and Sam Levinson (who created HBO’s “Euphoria”) achieve a certain twisted tension, as Lyne follows Affleck’s Vic through his daily routine — leaving viewers to guess what’s sinister and what’s just mundane. Affleck’s passive facial expressions make the mystery even more inscrutable.

It’s a shame, after all the work at building this strange tension, that the last 10 minutes are bungled in almost comical fashion. What was intensely watchable, through Affleck’s brooding and de Armas’ raw sexuality, becomes unmissable as an example of a movie where the wheels come off in the final chapter.

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‘Deep Water’

★★★

Starts streaming Friday, March 18, 2022, on Hulu. Rated R for sexual content, nudity, language and some violence. Running time: 116 minutes.

Review: Ti West's 'X' pokes fun at porn cliches and cinema pretense, before settling into down-and-dirty horror mode

Writer-director Ti West’s “X” is a horror flick that deftly walks the line between art and exploitation, while commenting on how that line gets drawn.

The bloody prologue, where a Texas sheriff (James Gaylyn) surveys a bloodbath in a remote farmhouse, promises the carnage to come. But after that, West takes nearly an hour setting up the premise: A group of people in 1979 leave Houston for the farm, where they plan to make a porno film that will earn as much money as “Debbie Does Dallas” — if the hopes of its producer, Wayne (Martin Henderson), come true. 

Wayne’s young, coke-snorting girlfriend, Maxine (Mia Goth), has hopes of becoming a star by performing for the camera. The other stars of the film are the more experienced Bobby-Lynne (Brittany Snow) and the self-confident Jackson (Scott Mescudi, aka Kid Cudi). In the back of the van are R.J. (Owen Campbell), the film student Wayne has hired to direct his porno, and Lorraine (Jenna Ortega), R.J.’s mousy girlfriend and boom operator.

The farm owner, Howard (Stephen Ure) — after first greeting Wayne with a raised shotgun — lets the visitors rent out a boarding house on his property. But Howard warns Wayne to stay away from the farmhouse, and away from his fragile wife, Pearl.

As the crew gets to work on their porno film, West makes some not-so-subtle commentary about the creative spirit — with R.J. spouting pretentious nonsense about making not just porn but “independent cinema.” (West also stages a skinny-dipping scene for Goth’s Maxine, which introduces what only can be called “Chekhov’s alligator.”) 

But making an artful horror movie is like making an avant-garde porno film: Whatever creative touches you want to include in it, ultimately the filmmaker has to show the people what they came to see. West (“The Innkeepers”) does deliver those gory, blood-drenched scenes, which show a mastery of visual effects and a love for the classics, from “Friday the 13th” to “Psycho.” If deep-red horror is your taste, “X” will hit the spot.

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‘X’

★★★

Opens Friday, March 18, 2022, in theaters. Rated R for strong bloody violence and gore, strong sexual content, graphic nudity, drug use, and language. Running time: 105 minutes. 

Review: 'Alice' does an impressive flip from exploitation to blaxploitation, bolstered by Keke Palmer's fierce performance

This is a (mostly) spoiler-free review her for writer-director Krystin Ver Linden’s debut feature, “Alice” — which is tricky, because how much one grooves to the movie depends on how one reacts to what happens at the 39-minute mark.

Ver Linden starts this “inspired by true events” drama with the title character, played by Keke Palmer, in a slave-quarters wedding to Joseph (Gaius Charles), on a Georgia plantation in an unnamed year sometime before the Civil War. The preacher recites their vows carefully: “… in sickness and in health, until distance do you part.” The clear message is that their choice to marry is severely limited by their circumstance as enslaved people.

The plantation owner, Paul Bennett (played by Jonny Lee Miller), treats the Black population on this plantation cruelly. In one moment, he whips Joseph savagely for a seemingly minor violation of the rules — and, later, when Joseph fights Bennett’s overseer, Aaron (Craig Stark), and then tries to escape, he’s brought back almost dead. That spurs Alice’s decision to try to make a break for freedom, too.

That gets us to that 39-minute mark. What happens after? I’ll say this much: Common appears as a major character, and the look of the final hour owes less to strict historical accuracy and more to blaxploitation movies and, specifically, Pam Grier.

I’ll also say that Ver Linden’s film packs a wallop, with intense visuals and a dynamic soundtrack (to which Common contributed). And I’ll say that Palmer gives a fierce and emotionally grounded performance as Alice, whose helplessness and fear transforms into rage and empowerment.

And that event at the 39-minute mark of “Alice”? People are going either love it or hate it. I loved it, and was impressed with Ver Linden’s talent for keeping audiences on their toes.

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‘Alice’

★★★1/2

Opens Friday, March 18, in theaters. Rated R for some violence and language. Running time: 100 minutes.

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This review originally appeared on this site on January 23, when the movie premiered at the 2022 Sundance Film Festival.

Review: Mark Rylance gives a tight performance in 'The Outfit,' a thriller that feels too much like a stage play

Learning that “The Outfit” is an original screenplay and not based on a stage play is at first surprising and ultimately disappointing — because a viewer might be more forgiving of the movie’s contrivances if one were experiencing it with live actors.

The story takes place in Chicago, 1956, all in one place: The tailoring shop of Leonard Bunting (played by the great British actor Mark Rylance). We don’t know much about Bunting at first — just that he came to Chicago from Britain, where he once worked on the famed Savile Row. His only regular companionship is his receptionist, Mable (Zoey Deutch).

Like any businessman in Chicago in this era, Bunting must make peace with the Mob. He does this by allowing mobsters to put a dropbox in the back of his shop, where two young gangsters — 

Richie (Dylan O’Brien) and Francis (Johnny Flynn) — pick up their daily payments. Richie, we’re told, is the son of the local mob boss, and he’s dating Mable.

One night, while Bunting is puttering away, Richie and Francis barge into the store in a panic. Richie has a bullet in his abdomen, and Francis has a pistol pointed at Bunting, demanding he help stitch Richie up. Francis also finds something important in the dropbox: A package from “the outfit,” the shadowy network of underworld organizations around the country. Francis, who wants to ingratiate himself to Richie’s father, Roy (Simon Russell Beale) — and delivering that package would be his ticket to getting between Roy and Richie.

Bunting finds himself caught in the middle of these gangland machinations. Both Francis and Roy are concerned about their crosstown enemies, the LaFontaines — and the possibility of a rat within their midst.

All of this should be a scissor-sharp thriller, and a great showcase for Rylance to play a complex character trying to puzzle out his path to surviving the night. But first-time director Graham Moore, who won an Oscar for his adapted screenplay of “The Imitation Game,” doesn’t have the confidence to pull off that kind of tense, nail-biting suspense.

Certainly Moore and co-writer Jonathan McClain get a lot out of their single setting, though not enough to shake the feeling that this is a barely adapted stage production. Unfortunately, those stagy limitations extend to some of the performances, particularly from British actors Flynn and especially Beale, a rightly acclaimed theater actor. On a West End stage, a live audience would forgive those forced Chicago accents, and would share the claustrophobic tension within Bunting’s shop. On film, “The Outfit” is a threadbare garment that doesn’t hold up in the wash.

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‘The Outfit’

★★1/2

Opens Friday, March 18, 2022, in theaters. Rated R for some bloody violence, and language throughout. Running time: 105 minutes.

Review: In 'Master,' horror meets social commentary, as microaggressions build along with the tension

Microaggressions gradually turn macro in “Master,” which melds elements of horror thriller and social commentary about subtle and not-so-subtle racism on a prestigious college campus.

At Ancaster College, Gail Bishop (Regina Hall) has just taken the position of house master (an unfortunate title that writer-director Mariama Diallo says only recently was altered at her alma mater, Yale) for one of the dormitories — the first Black woman to hold the post. Moving into this dorm is Jasmine Moore (Zoe Renee), a Black freshman from Tacoma who is eager to get good grades and fit in with the mostly white student body, including her roommate Amelia (Talia Ryder).

Jasmine and Amelia have been assigned to what upperclassmen refer to ominously as “The Room.” Room 302, we’re told, is where young women have either jumped out the window or hanged themselves — always at 3:33 a.m. on December 4. That date is significant, as it’s when a woman in the town, Margaret Millet, was hanged as a witch in the 1700’s.

Jasmine starts seeing things, and hearing things, that make her think the legend of the witch has some validity. Away from home and struggling in school and socially, Jasmine feels increasingly isolated — a problem exacerbated when she challenged a grade given by her literature professor, Liv Beckman (Amber Gray). Prof. Beckman, who is Black and one of Gail’s only friends on campus, has her own problems, as she’s up for tenure and battling the entrenched all-white faculty (led by Talia Balsam).

Diallo sets up her film beautifully, as the three Black women — Gail, Jasmine and Liv — try to deflect the small instances of insensitivity dealt to them by the college’s predominantly white populace. As those microaggressions grow larger, and for Jasmine and Gail take on a menacing supernatural element, Diallo builds the tension to a peak. But that peak hits a bit early, and the finale stumbles a bit as subtext becomes the text.

Renee is a welcome discovery, hitting every step perfectly in Jasmine’s descent into possible madness. Gray (who appeared on Barry Jenkins’ “The Underground Railroad”) brings a spiky edge as Liv challenges the college’s status quo. And Hall (“The Hate U Give,” “Girls Trip”) gives a powerful, yet neatly internalized, performance as a woman whose battles haven’t produced the victory she sought. That trio of performances gives “Master” the emotional punch that stays with viewers well after the credits roll.

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‘Master’

★★★

Opens Friday, March 18, in theaters, and streaming on Prime. Rated R for language and some drug use.  Running time: 102 minutes.

Review: 'The Adam Project' delivers Ryan Reynolds in wise-cracking mode, but can't deliver on its own time-travel premise

As a lifelong lover of science fiction — and a dedicated watcher of time-travel stories, who has enjoyed years of “Doctor Who” and repeated viewings of “Back to the Future” — the one thing I know about time-travel stories is this: They have to set up the rules, and then follow them.

This is what makes director Shawn Levy’s “The Adam Project” so disappointing: It doesn’t follow its own rules.

The movie begins in 2050, when time travel is a reality — though, as we’re told, it’s tightly regulated. So when hotshot time pilot Adam Reed (Ryan Reynolds) tries to steal his time-jumping jet, it naturally draws a crowd of other jets trying to shoot him out of the sky. He escapes narrowly, and lands in 2022, where he goes in search of his 12-year-old self (played by Walter Scobell).

Young Adam is a handful, a pint-sized smart-mouth regularly getting bullied, and talking back to his harried mom, Ellie (Jennifer Garner). Ellie has been flying solo as a parent for more than a year, since her mathematician husband, Louis (Mark Ruffalo), died in a car accident.

Big Adam needs young Adam so he can pilot his jet; there’s some mumbo-jumbo about a DNA signature, and the ship being able to detect that Big Adam is injured. (Just roll with it.) Big Adam is looking for his wife, Laura (Zoe Saldaña), another time traveler who was trying to get back to 2018. Her mission — which soon becomes the Adams’ mission — is to stop time travel before it starts by stopping Louis from developing the algorithm that makes time travel possible, and has been taken over by Louis’s business partner, Maya Sorian (Catherine Keener).

Director Shawn Levy is coming off a career high with “Free Guy,” but here he’s wallowing in the creative doldrums that allowed him to make “Real Steel” and three “Night at the Museum” movies. Working with a script credited to four writers, and showing the marks of many wrenches trying to tighten things up, Levy falls back on the most reliable tool in any action director’s arsenal: Ryan Reynolds’ ability to be charming and sarcastic at the same time.

It works, to a point, and certainly having Reynolds’ character bicker with his younger self is a comic goldmine. But when Levy tries to get serious and introspective, as little Adam forces Big Adam to confront the psychological pain of losing his father, the movie discovers a new kind of cinematic time travel — by making the film slow to a crawl.

The supporting cast — Keener the face of exasperated bureaucratic evil, young Scobell as a pint-sized Reynolds, and Garner and Ruffalo staging a small “13 Going on 30” reunion — is solid, but abandoned by inferior material.

The worst of that material is how the writers take pains to explain how time travel works in this story’s reality — then tossing the rules out the window when they prove inconvenient to finishing the story. “You never understood the science,” Louis says at one point, and it’s as if he’s talking to Levy on behalf of all of us.

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‘The Adam Project’

★★

Starts streaming Friday, March 11, on Netflix. Rated PG-13 for violence/action, language and suggestive references. Running time: 106 minutes.

Review: 'Gold' is a barebones attempt at a survival thriller, but Zac Efron sacrifices glamour for a gritty role

Watching “Gold,” one notices two things right away: 1) It’s not so much a movie as it is the skeletal framework for a movie, and, 2) Zac Efron deserves points for trying to shake off his pretty-boy image to do something dark and gritty, even if it doesn’t hold together.

Efron’s character is heading to someplace called The Compound, in this near-future desert dystopia that feels about five years away from full Mad Max apocalypse. (Like George Miller’s classics, this movie is also filmed in Australia on a shoestring budget.) His plan — as he tells the guy (played by the film’s director and co-screenwriter, Anthony Hayes) he’s paid to give him a ride — is to make money performing hard labor at The Compound, enough to secure his future.

Somewhere on the way, their car breaks down, and Efron’s character goes exploring. (One of the pretentious of the script Hayes and co-writer Polly Smyth devise is not giving any character a name, so I’ll use to the actors’ names from here on.) Efron finds something in the dirt: A coffee-table-sized nugget of gold. After testing it to make sure It’s real, the two come up with a plan: Efron will stand guard over the gold, while Hayes drives across the desert to a town to get an excavator.

The questions the movie poses from this point are simple: Can Efron stay alive, with limited water and food, baking in the hot sun and trying to avoid snakes, scorpions and wild dogs? And can he survive without going crazy, either hallucinating or becoming paranoid that Hayes won’t return?

When a nomadic woman (Susie Porter) comes across Efron as he guards his treasure, it seems the second question answers itself — and, within moments, the first question becomes a topic for discussion.

Hayes’s film becomes a showcase for Efron to play solitary survivalist. In a few scenes, Efron is quite effective, like when he gets wild-eyed while waving a torch in the pitch-black night, fending off wild dogs who he hears but doesn’t see. Efron also goes for the glam-free look, with makeup designer Jennifer Lamphee layering on simulated sunburned skin to his face.

Even with Hayes’ bag of directing tricks, and with Efron’s go-for-broke performance, there’s no covering up the barebones state of the screenplay. The plot of “Gold,” ngoes everywhere a viewer expects it to go, and takes enough time getting there that it drains whatever suspense might have been wrung from it.

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‘Gold’

★★1/2

Opens Friday, March 11, in some theaters. Rated R for language and some violent content. Running time: 97 minutes.