Friday, October 2, 2026

In the Grey: An engaging guilty pleasure

In the Grey (2026) • View trailer
3.5 stars (out of five); rated R, for violence and profanity
Available via: Amazon Prime and other VOD options
By Derrick Bang • Published in The Davis Enterprise, 10.4.26

British writer/director Guy Ritchie’s action thrillers always are clever, vicarious fun, in great part because of the snarky, deadpan dry wit with which his characters operate.

 

This one is no exception.

 

With bodyguards Sid (Henry Cavill, left) and Bronco (Jake Gyllenhaal) keeping a close
watch, Rachel (Eiza González) executes her next move, in an ongoing scheme to make
an unscrupulous billionaire pay back the $1 billion that he "borrowed" from a U.S.-based
asset management firm.

Its fleeting, blink-and-you-missed-it release on this side of the pond, back in mid-May — resulting in a paltry $5.7 million gross in the United States and Canada — therefore can be chalked up to marketing incompetence, rather than any indication of the film’s merits. In short, it was dumped, and subsequently consigned to streaming services.

So, what did theatergoers miss?

 

Accomplished, unruffled — and aptly named — corporate lawyer Rachel Wild (Eiza González) introduces her occupation and methods via voice-over. She specializes in recovering debts for wealthy and powerful clients, often operating in the “grey area” between legal and larcenous, always assisted by off-books operatives Sid (Henry Cavill) and Bronco (Jake Gyllenhaal).

 

The latest potential client is Spencer Goldstein, an asset management firm whose public face is the cold-blooded Bobby Sheen (Rosamund Pike, appropriately condescending). The firm recently “loaned” $1 billion to ruthless billionaire Manny Salazar (Carlos Bardem), who has refused to pay it back: no surprise to anybody who knows the slightest thing about the guy, as Rachel, Sid and Bronco coolly agree.

 

Objecting to the size of Rachel’s “finder’s fee,” Bobby first sends fellow “fixer” Braxton (Darrell D’Silva) to Salazar’s private Spanish island, to negotiate terms. He’s quickly killed by the billionaire’s security chief, Axel Olsson (Kristofer Hivju, quite credible as a scary sociopath).

 

Back to the wall, Bobby reluctantly accepts Rachel’s terms, at which point Ritchie slides his film into high camp. Rachel describes every facet of Phase One — Procedural and Practical — via a humorous version of a grade-school tutorial session. Sid and Bronco listen attentively, while she calmly makes herself a stovetop negroni svegliato cocktail. 

 

Rachel’s initial conference with Salazar’s attorney, William Horowitz (Fisher Stevens), is mere formality; she knows he’ll simply laugh at her. Which he does, although not without a nervous glance in chaperone Sid’s direction.

 

The team then applies pressure, first by halting Salazar’s construction projects, and also crippling his oil rig. Those and other tactics — all carefully vetted and approved by a judge — get the billionaire’s attention.

 

But that’s just the initial salvo. While Horowitz becomes an increasingly hysterical nervous wreck — losing every court appearance — Rachel, Sid and Bronco slide into Phase Two: Planning and Preparation. The boys take notes and rope in tech/computer guru Ed Glover (Michael Vu), explosives expert Gucci Reyes (Jason Wong), ace getaway driver Jonathan Moreno (Christian Ochoa Lavernia) and seasoned pilot Mick Dunne (Emmett J. Scanlan).

 

Knowing that these increasingly expensive jabs ultimately will result in Salazar demanding a sit-down meeting, Sid and Bronco outline the means by which he and their team will “secure” the heavily guarded island, employing a staggeringly impressive supply of weapons and vehicles. The planning is essential, since they’ll be badly outnumbered by Salazar’s private army.

 

All of these details simultaneously appear, in script, on the left side of the screen ... as they might be listed by a school teacher on a blackboard.

 

Rachel’s teams also repeatedly practice contingency plans for evacuating her, if necessary, via one of the island’s three possible extraction points.

 

Even the quieter ploys are ingenious, such as some dodgy backgammon games, and a (ahem) “Trojan Rat.”

 

We can’t help being impressed by the absurd, over-the-top thoroughness of all this preparatory effort: both from the standpoint of Ritchie having concocted every meticulously far-fetched element, and also because of the accomplished thoroughness with which Sid, Bronco and their guys set up and rehearse all the details. 

 

It’s hard not to laugh ... but it’s a chuckle of head-shaking admiration.

 

And we think, golly; what could possibly go wrong?

 

Silly question, of course.

 

Cavill and Gyllenhaal are a stitch, both collectively and individually. Both are preternaturally calm and unruffled, neither smiling much, although Gyllenhaal’s half-smile — often when Bronco is confronted by an adversary — means that he’s about to do something lethal. Cavill’s Sid is just a touch looser, and less inclined to impulse, as befits his nickname of “Captain Sensible.”

 

Together, Sid and Bronco share the easygoing banter of a comfortably married couple ... and, indeed, if they aren’t a couple at the moment, they clearly were at one time.

 

The eternally poised González makes it easy to understand why all of the cheerfully unscrupulous Rachel’s “boys” regard her with such trust and respect, as befits her nickname of “Mom.” At the risk of stating the obvious, González also looks terrific in all of costume designer Loulou Bontemps’ strikingly colorful outfits.

 

Stevens has a marvelous time as the increasingly harried and terrified Horowitz, deservedly wondering when Salazar will snap and blame him for everything that has gone wrong.

 

Even as the situation turns violent in the third act, nothing can be taken seriously. Ritchie maintains a mocking tone throughout, well aware that he’s orchestrating preposterous nonsense. He never loses his story’s reliance on boy’s-own-adventure attitude. It’s all great fun, up to the final scene, with its promise of anticipated payback.

 

Everybody involved deserved much better exposure than this film got. 

Fuze: It totally detonates!

Fuze (2025) • View trailer
3.5 stars (out of five); rated R, for violence and considerable profanity
Available via: HBO MAX

The devious twists in Ben Hopkins’ fiendishly clever script are ably matched by the multi-faceted, meticulously detailed shoot that brings it to life, under the guidance of director David Mackenzie.

 

No surprise, given that Mackenzie also helmed 2016’s superlative Hell or High Water.

 

After getting called to a London construction site that has uncovered an unexploded
World War II bomb, demolitions expert Major Will Trantor (Aaron Taylot-Johnson)
cautiously tries to determine how best to proceed.

Few heist thrillers can match this one’s audacious capacity for ongoing surprises.

The time is present-day, the setting a bustling Paddington neighborhood in central London’s Westminster. It’s morning, and a construction crew busily digs out a city block-sized site in anticipation of new development ... until the excavator uncovers a nasty surprise: the nose cone of an unexploded bomb (UXB) left over from World War II.

 

(This continues to be far from fictitious. Just a week ago, 2,000 people from more than 200 homes were evacuated when a UXB was discovered at the Falmouth Docks. It was safely removed on September 23.)

 

Police Chief Superintendent Zuzana Greenfield (Gugu Mbatha-Raw) supervises the evacuation of all nearby residents to Hyde Park, while military demolitions expert Major Will Tranter (Aaron Taylor-Johnson) and his team take charge of the site. They begin erecting a makeshift blast wall, while he tries to determine what type of bomb they’re dealing with.

 

Tranter’s right-hand man, Corporal Martin (Alexander Arnold), nervously anticipates his first exposure to live munitions.

 

The evacuation process proceeds fairly smoothly, with a few hiccups: an anonymous jerk who wants to go back for his laptop; and Rahim (Elham Ehsas), who needs help moving his wheelchair-bound father.

 

But the inhabitants of one dark apartment ignore the knock on their door, while waiting quietly for the evacuation fuss to die down.

 

And we realize ... they expected this.

 

Once silence reigns, with a square-mile evacuation perimeter established, the four men inside this apartment — outfitted in official orange Water and Sewer Department jumpsuits — spring into action. Only Giorgos Karalis (Theo James) is mentioned by name; the others are merely dubbed “X” (Sam Worthington), “Y” (Shaun Mason) and “Z” (Nabil Elouahabi). Karalis, apparently in charge, heads outside as lookout; “X” calls the subsequent step-by-step shots within the building.

 

Their target: the adjacent Bank Al Muraqabah, which they intend to breach by drilling through the shared brick wall and steel vault exterior. Their varied and impressively sophisticated equipment, clearly stored days (weeks?) in advance, bespeaks careful planning.

 

But their work does not go unnoticed. An overhead police drone spots their heat signature, and Greenfield sends a car with two officers to investigate.

Friday, September 25, 2026

Heart of the Beast: A profound survival drama

Heart of the Beast (2025) • View trailer
Four stars (out of five); rated R, for violence, peril, dramatic intensity and fleeting profanity
Available via: Movie theaters
By Derrick Bang • Published in The Davis Enterprise, 9.27.26

The potentially dire implications of this film’s fleeting prologue constantly hover, like a dark cloud, over the subsequent drama.

 

As they begin their long trek back to the safety of civilization, Belmont (Brad Pitt) and his
loyal dog Odin make a point of replenishing their water supply whenever possible.

That aside, and acknowledging the many other impressive aspects of director David Ayer’s survival drama, Cameron Alexander’s original story is a superlative tribute to the bravery, loyalty and nobility of military combat dogs.

And, it must be said, this saga is dominated by one of the all-time best movie dogs ever.

 

(Played primarily by a former search and rescue dog named Uber, with three of his offspring — littermates Ryker and Zika, and their younger half-brother Hondo — used as stunt or secondary doubles.)

 

Anyway...

 

Following the aforementioned prologue, we bounce back seven days, as James Belmont (Brad Pitt) smoothly pilots his pontoon plane to an isolated beach in the Alaskan wilderness. His sole companion, in the passenger seat, is a massive German Shepherd named Odin.

 

Both are retired from combat service, Belmont from a long career as a U.S. Army Special Forces officer, and military service dog trainer. Odin is his final combat dog, and now constant companion.

 

They’ve obviously made such trips many times before, to this or similar beaches. Belmont has the process down to a science: two large waterproof containers with everything necessary — tent, food, first aid supplies — along with a huge cooler laden with dozens of bottles of Belgian brown ale (for which he developed a taste, during overseas deployment). Odin has his own specialized “backpack,” with small pouches on both sides of his huge chest.

 

Belmont also carries an impressive rifle, but he’s not some capricious hunter; he respects life too much. The weapon is solely for self-defense, and he mostly uses its scope to watch moose, birds and other wildlife.

 

Belmont and Odin are completely at ease, and comfortable with each other’s company. The former clearly has nobody else in his life, and that’s the way he likes it.

 

But come nighttime, both often suffer from PTSD nightmares.

Wednesday, September 23, 2026

Shaun the Sheep: The Beast of Mossy Bottom — A wild 'n' wooly delight

Shaun the Sheep: The Beast of Mossy Bottom (2026) • View trailer
Four stars (out of five); rated PG, for no particularly reason
Available via: Movie theaters

In a rare case of a supporting player overtaking the popularity of his former co-stars, Shaun the Sheep clearly has stolen the Aardman spotlight, since his unassuming debut in 1995’s Oscar-winning Wallace & Gromit animated claymation short, A Close Shave.

 

When one of the flock members accidentally grows a cauliflower, instead of a pumpkin,
Shaun naturally has the perfect solution.

Much of that success is due to constant exposure. Creator Nick Park quickly recognized the potential in his mischievous little sheep, ultimately resulting in two big-screen films — 2015’s Shaun the Sheep Movie, and 2019’s Shaun the Sheep: Farmageddon — and a TV series that began in 2007 and, with 190 episodes over seven series thus far, has become one of the longest-running animated shows on British television.

Much of Shaun’s charm — and that of his co-stars — comes from the fact that their adventures take place without any intelligible dialog, making them viewable anywhere in the world. That also requires shrewdly clever scripting, along with carefully directed voice talent. The result is always impressive; it’s amazing how posture, facial expressions, finely shaded baaas and bleats (by the sheep), and equally expressive grunts, groans, ums, ohs and other auditory squawks (by the humans) can convey comprehensible thoughts and intentions.

 

Park has stepped back to a supervisorial position this time, entrusting Shaun’s third big-screen adventure to directors Steve Cox and Matthew Walker, and writers Mark Burton and Giles Pilbrow. They’ve concocted a delightful, October-themed escapade that frequently dabbles in Golden Age Hollywood horror movie tropes.

 

With Halloween just a few days away, Shaun (voiced by Justin Fletcher) and his sheep cohorts — Hazel, Nuts, plump Shirley, the Twins, little Timmy and Timmy’s Mum — have spent the month carefully tending their pumpkin patch, which has been concealed from the Farmer (John Sparkes), guard dog Bitzer (also Sparkes) and the farm’s snarky, destructive pigs.

 

The Farmer, in turn, has been eagerly awaiting the annual hoedown-themed Halloween dance in the nearby town of Mossingham. He also hopes to reveal his romantic feelings for the local vet (Nina Sosanya) by inviting her along, but his poor self-esteem focuses on his baldness. He yearns for his youthful days, when his lustrous locks helped him become a heavy metal cowboy (a mirthful look, captured in a prized snapshot he yearningly eyes).

 

If only he could grow back his hair...

Friday, September 18, 2026

Tuner: Sadly off-key

Tuner (2025) • View trailer
Three stars (out of five); rated R, for violence, dramatic intensity and considerable profanity
Available via: Amazon Prime and other VOD options
By Derrick Bang • Published in The Davis Enterprise, 9.20.26

Of all the ways a film can fail, the most disappointing is when script, execution and tone show great promise during the first two acts...

 

...and then everything goes to hell during the third act, leaving viewers unsatisfied, and with an expression of bewildered “what the heck?” 

 

Upon arrival at each client's home, Harry (Dustin Hoffman) does all the talking and
glad-handing, while the genial and mostly silent Niki (Leo Woodall) focuses on
tuning an often unloved piano.

That’s sadly the case with this film, Academy Award-winning documentarian Daniel Roher’s first dramatic feature. The beguiling premise in Roher and Robert Ransey’s script is clever and fascinating; the primary characters are deftly sculpted and credibly portrayed by all cast members; and when blended with the initially relaxed atmosphere — shaded with just a dollop of danger — the result is an entertaining viewing experience.

Until the final half hour, anyway.

 

Niki White (Leo Woodall) and long-time New York City piano tuner Harry Horowitz (Dustin Hoffman) are introduced during an amusing montage of their various assignments, mostly for wealthy clients. Harry, once a close friend of Niki’s late father, has become absent-minded, and is losing his hearing. 

 

Niki’s initial position as apprentice has blossomed into something much closer to a family bond; Harry’s wife, Marla (Tovah Feldshuh, marvelous as always) dotes on the young man, as does Harry.

 

At work, Harry and Niki are an amusing Mutt ’n’ Jeff pair, with the former’s easygoing manner and motor-mouthed, often off-topic chatter wholly at odds with the younger man’s cheerful patience, frequently rolled eyes, and focused, measured responses. Harry always dresses “nicely,” although his clothes appear several styles out of date; Niki favors dark jumpsuits. We get the impression that his wardrobe — and lifestyle — are simple and minimal.

 

Harry is a longtime jazz aficionado, and frequently regales Niki with back-in-the-day encounters with cats such as Herbie Hancock, who gave Harry the amusing nickname — “Tuner Fish” — by which he’s often greeted. Niki takes such stories with a dubious grain of salt.

 

Further in that vein, Will Bates’ jazz-inflected original score often is interrupted by snatches of familiar tunes by Dave Brubeck, Hancock, Oscar Peterson, Nina Simone and several others.

 

Hoffman is a hoot in this role, his manner repeatedly shifting between impish, impatient and nostalgic, and back again. He effortlessly steals focus, although Woodall possesses plenty of his own quiet charm (amply displayed in his role as the hunky park ranger, in last year’s Bridget Jones: Mad About the Boy).

Friday, September 11, 2026

Mayday: Easygoing Cold War thrills

Mayday (2026) • View trailer
3.5 stars (out of five); rated PG-13, for violence, action and fleeting profanity
Available via: Apple TV+
By Derrick Bang • Published in The Davis Enterprise, 9.13.26

This film’s lighthearted, mismatched-buddies-in-peril tone notwithstanding, co-directors and writers John Francis Daley and Jonathan Goldstein deserve credit for inserting a strong message relevant to our times:

 

Don’t let government propaganda and assumptions about “the other” interfere with our individual ability to judge people based on their character and behavior.

 

Evading KGB pursuers was hard enough when Nikolai (Kenneth Branagh, center) had
only his new friend Troy (Ryan Reynolds) to worry about .... but matters get even more
intense when Nikolai's daughter (Maria Bakalova) enters the picture.

The year is 1987, toward the end of the U.S./Soviet Cold War. Despite U.S. President Ronald Reagan’s initial belief that the Soviets were dangerous and immoral, his tone has softened following Mikhail Gorbachev’s rise to power in 1985. Even so, U.S. military forces remain on constant alert for signs of nuclear build-up.

Following a training drill during which U.S. Navy fighter pilot Lt. Troy Kelly (Ryan Reynolds) demonstrates “the right stuff” during the unconventional rescue of a wingman, he’s selected for a special reconnaissance op. The CIA-sponsored mission: to surveille suspected missile silos 1,200 miles inside the Soviet border.

 

To Kelly’s unhappy surprise, he’s relegated to co-pilot status, responsible solely for running the camera. Their long-range, high-altitude SR-71 Blackbird instead will be flown by Air Force pilot Maj. Pete Sanders (Louis Cancelmi, appropriately condescending), an insufferable jerk with the typical Air Force bias against Navy pilots.

 

Sanders pays for that hubris in the worst possible way, when they’re intercepted by a Soviet MiG. The quick-thinking Kelly manages to destroy the MiG — quite improbably, which signals the tone this film will take — and eject. But debris destroys his parachute as snow-covered terra firma appears below, and his final fall results in a bad leg injury. His last conscious image is of an approaching cloaked figure, carrying a nasty-looking rifle...

 

...who, when Kelly regains consciousness, turns out to be benevolent Nikolai Ustinov (Kenneth Branagh), a former KGB officer turned passionate admirer of American culture in general, and his bootlegged VHS copy of the movie “Top Gun” in particular.

Tuesday, September 8, 2026

The Donn of Tiki: Clever title, fascinating documentary

The Donn of Tiki (2024) • View trailer
Four stars (out of five); Unrated, but akin to PG, for occasional crime references
Available via: Amazon Prime and other VOD options

Ernest Gantt — possibly Ernest Raymond Beaumont Gantt — was the living embodiment of that classic line from 1962’s The Man Who Shot Liberty Valance:

 

“When the legend becomes fact, print the legend.”

 

Donn Beach died in June 1989, and therefore wasn't available for the filmmakers. They
did the next best thing, teaming with Mystery Meat Media to deliver Beach's portion
of a lengthy interview via this droll stop-motion puppet.

Gantt, much better known as Donn Beach, was the public face of the Don the Beachcomber bars and restaurants, which — during their heyday — had numerous locations throughout the United States. Along with Victor Jules Bergeron Jr., the public face of the similar Trader Vic’s chain, they revolutionized the tiki bar scene. That became quite a thing from the late 1930s to the early 1970s ... at which point, interest waned, until reviving and becoming even more popular as the 21st century has progressed.

But Gantt definitely was the first to turn a blend of Cantonese food, Caribbean mixology and South Pacific décor, into a popular destination. He invented both the craft cocktail and the concept of “themed escapism” later mimicked (often not as tastefully) by chains such as Elephant Bar, Rainforest Café, Hard Rock Café and Chuck E. Cheese

 

But unlike Bergeron, a savvy businessman who led a fairly routine life, Gantt was a man of mystery who constantly embellished his past and accomplishments, to the point that it’s now extremely difficult to separate fact from fabrication.

 

Documentarians Alex Lamb and Max Well certainly had a lot of fun trying, and their delightful film works hard to establish ... if not actual truth, then near-truth. They do so with an engaging blend of archival footage; interviews with Gantt’s friends and family members; contemporary historians and mixologists; and even charming, 1930s-style black-and-white and color cartoon sequences (by Venturia Animation).

 

The most ingenious touch, though, is the stop-motion puppet figure of Gantt, animated by Mystery Meat Media, employed as the “face” during a lengthy radio interview the man gave back in 1986 ... a conversation which, it must be acknowledged, frequently muddies the waters of accuracy.

 

Lamb and Well also rely extensively on input from Tim “Swanky” Glazner, author of Searching for Don the Beachcomber, whose exhaustive research comes closest to nailing down the truth. But even he confesses, at times, that certain details of Gantt’s life remain obstruse. 

 

Actually, it’s amusing to hear different versions of the same story, such as how — and precisely when — the Zombie cocktail was concocted.