Friday, May 30, 2025

Jane Austen Wrecked My Life: A gentle homage

Jane Austen Wrecked My Life (2024) • View trailer
3.5 stars (out of five). Rated R, for nudity, sexual content and occasional profanity
Available via: Movie theaters
By Derrick Bang • Published in The Davis Enterprise, 6.1.25

How can you not adore a film whose protagonist works in a bookstore?

 

And not just any bookstore. Agathe (Camille Rutherford) is one of several employees at France’s fabled Shakespeare & Co. (an actual English-language bookstore opened in 1951, on Paris’ Left Bank). She’s introduced while filing books late one evening, dancing buoyantly to Marie Modiano’s sparkling cover of Peter von Poehl’s “Cry to Me.”

 

During a Jane Austen-style costume ball suffused with Regency-era atmosphere,
Agathe (Camille Rutherford) finds herself unexpectedly attracted to the initially
stuffy Oliver (Charlie Anson)


It soon becomes clear that the bookstore is more “home” to Agathe than the flat she shares with her sister and 8-year-old nephew. Agathe is damaged goods, having failed to recover from the traffic accident that killed both her parents, but left her physically unharmed. She’s shy and withdrawn, bicycles to and from work, and hasn’t had an intimate relationship in two years.

Agathe adores the works of Jane Austen, and is herself a would-be author ... but this, too, is a frustration. Each new effort at a novel yields a few unpromising chapters, and then she stalls.

 

Félix (Pablo Pauly), her best friend and co-worker, is her polar opposite: bold, outgoing and cheerfully promiscuous. He and Agathe flirt constantly, but without significance.

 

“I’m not into Uber sex,” she laments, and — given that her blueprint for romance is found solely within the pages of Austen’s novels — adds that she’s “living in the wrong century.” She compares herself to Anne Elliot, from Austen’s Persuasion, who has “let life pass her by.”

 

Then, one day, literary inspiration strikes from the bottom of a cup of saké. She pounds out a few chapters, but then the well again goes dry. The difference, this time, is that Félix deems those first chapters very promising; he wants to know what happens next ... but Agathe is stuck.

 

Without her knowledge, Félix sends those chapters to England’s Jane Austen Residency, an exclusive annual writers’ workshop. Agathe is accepted, which throws her into a panic; she certainly can’t bicycle that far. Félix won’t let her balk; he hustles her onto a ferry, and she’s met at the other end by the very British Oliver (Charlie Anson), Jane Austen’s great-great-great-nephew, who has been sent to collect her. 

 

Which involves a long drive in his very small sports car.

 

As first encounters go, it’s a disaster. Among his many (apparent) failings, Oliver insists that his great-great-great aunt is “overrated.” 

 

Once at the residency, Agathe is greeted by Oliver’s parents, Beth (Liz Crowther) and Todd (Alan Fairbairn). The former is gracious and bubbly; the latter, sliding into dementia, has a habit of quoting poetry in their lavish estate’s garden ... sans pants.

 

The residency will last a fortnight, during which the attendees are encouraged to write whenever and wherever — within the estate, or on its grounds — the Muse strikes. The workshop will conclude with a lavish, Regency-era ball, after which the writers will read portions of their work aloud.

 

They’re a tiny group. The pompous Olympia (Lola Peploe) arrogantly dismisses Agathe’s belief that “some books become part of our lives,” instead insisting that books aren’t worth a damn unless they elevate consciousness, incite political upheaval, or change the world in some other way. The quieter Chéryl (Annabelle Lengronne) is more accommodating.

 

As the days pass, Agathe frequently sees Olympia and Chéryl hard at work ... while she stares forlornly at her laptop screen.

Fountain of Youth: Dumb fun at best

Fountain of Youth (2025) • View trailer
Three stars (out of five). Rated PG-13, for action violence and mild profanity
Available via: Apple TV+

It’s hard to replicate the directorial panache, sharp writing and star charisma that made Raiders of the Lost Ark so entertaining, but — God knows — people keep trying.

 

Luke (John Krasinski, center left) and his team — from left, Charlotte (Natalie Portman),
Owen (Domhnall Gleeson), Deb (Carmen Ejogo) and Patrick (Laz Alonso) — marvel at
what has just been revealed by a particular painting.

Nicholas Cage did reasonably well, with 2004’s National Treasure, not so much with its 2007 sequel. Angelina Jolie stumbled with both of her Lara Croft entries — 2001 and ’03 — although Alicia Vikander fared better with 2018’s re-booted Tomb Raider. And the less said about 2008’s Fool’s Gold and 2022’s The Lost City, the better.

British director Guy Ritchie now has embraced the challenge, and — having done so well with his two Sherlock Holmes entries, his re-booted Man from U.N.C.L.E. and several stylish crime thrillers — hope sprang eternal.

 

Alas.

 

On the positive side, star John Krasinski brings a lot to the party: boyish enthusiasm, considerable charm, and a lot of well-timed flair for his character’s snarky running commentary. But co-star Natalie Portman is badly miscast; she has no sense of fun, never seems to know how to look or sound, and spends most of the film being a bitchy pain in the ass.

 

And while several of the action sequences are audacious and inventively staged, James Vanderbilt’s clumsy script leaves plot holes large enough to swallow the pyramid where our heroes wind up, in the final act.

 

Ritchie kicks off matters with a bang, as Luke Purdue (Krasinski) cheerfully maneuvers his motorcycle through Bangkok’s busy streets, pointedly ignoring incessant phone calls from somebody named Kasem. He’s then suddenly boxed in by several cars and motorcycles led by the aforementioned Kasem (Steve Tran), who turns out to be a lieutenant in a nasty Thai crime syndicate ... from which Luke has just stolen a painting.

 

Cue a lively, propulsively staged chase through city streets via car, motorcycle and on foot, as Luke finally eludes his pursuers and hops a train, his movements guided via satellite by colleague Patrick Murphy (Laz Alonso), safely elsewhere. Alas, Luke’s planned train getaway is interrupted by the mysterious Esme (Eiza González), who alsodemands the painting, and is accompanied by her own pet thugs.

 

Cue an equally inventive skirmish within the train compartment, employing fixtures, cutlery and everything else not nailed down. Luke once again escapes, this time finally reuniting with Patrick and Deb (Carmen Ejogo), the other member of his crew.

Saturday, May 24, 2025

Lilo & Stitch: Maika'i loa!

Lilo & Stitch (2025) • View trailer
Four stars (out of five). Rated PG, for mild dramatic intensity
Available via: Movie theaters

I’ve not been a fan of Disney’s live-action remakes of its animated classics, many of which feel like bloated cash grabs — March’s Snow White being Exhibit A — but this one is a happy exception.

 

Bringing her new "pet" to a fancy luau, where her older sister is working, proves to be a
disastrous idea ... which Lilo (Maia Kealoha) is about to discover, to her dismay.
Director Dean Fleischer Camp has retained the buoyant energy that made this new production’s 2002 predecessor so much fun, while writers Chris Kekaniokalani Bright and Mike Van Waes have enhanced the Hawaiian cultural element.

That said, this film’s super power is the sparkling performance by young star Maia Kealoha, graced with impressively natural acting chops. She owns this film ... and that’s no easy feat, given the competition from her manic, blue-furred, deer-eared co-star.

 

This displaced extraterrestrial is brought to amazing life via visual effects supervisor Craig Hammack’s team, and the finely tuned skills of puppeteer Seth Hays (whose work we’ve enjoyed, as one of Grogu’s puppeteers on The Mandalorian).

 

Granted, I miss the lush, hard-painted watercolor animation of the 2002 film, which enhanced the lyrical beauty of the story’s Hawaiian setting. But credit where due: Camp and production designer Todd Cherniawsky have carefully given this (mostly) live-action romp its own island vibe, which gets additional dazzle thanks to cinematographer Nigel Bluck.

 

Even the animal shelter — which plays a key role in this story — was “dressed” in one of the buildings within the lush 700+ acres of Fong’s Garden Planation, in Kaneohe, Oahu.

 

But the story actually begins far, far away, during a United Galactic Federation tribunal on the planet Turo, conducted by the imperious Grand Councilwoman (voiced by Hannah Waddingham). The accused: egotistical, villainous scientist Jumba (Zach Galifianakis), who has violated all manner of laws by creating a dangerous biological creature known only as Experiment 626, intending it to be the ultimate weapon.

 

It's indestructible, lightning-swift, ferociously smart and adaptable, and incredibly strong, despite its diminutive size. Alas, it’s too smart; sensing the nature of these proceedings, 626 escapes its escape-proof cage, hijacks a small spacecraft and — by chance — sets the heading for an insignificant distant planet known as “Eee-rth.”

 

The pragmatic Grand Councilwoman is in favor of vaporizing the planet, once 626 arrives, until she’s reminded that Eee-rth is the sole habitat of a protected galactic species: the mosquito.

 

She therefore orders Jumba to head to Eee-rth, in order to “clean up his mess.” He’ll be supervised by the overly enthusiastic Pleakley (Billy Magnussen), a mid-level Galactic Federation administrator with unrestrained fan-boy interest in otherworldly life and culture.

Friday, May 23, 2025

Mission Impossible: The Final Reckoning — An insufferable ego trip

Mission Impossible: The Final Reckoning (2025) • View trailer
Two stars (out of five). Rated PG-13, for strong violence, dramatic intensity and fleeting profanity
Available via: Movie theaters
By Derrick Bang • Published in The Davis Enterprise, 5.25.25

Vanity, thy name is Tom Cruise.

 

It has become increasingly obvious — ever since the Burj Khalifa climbing sequence in 2011’s masterfully entertaining Ghost Protocol revived the series — that Cruise’s increasingly flamboyant stunt sequences were becoming the tail that wagged the dog.

 

Upon reaching the entrance to a huge underground server farm, Ethan (Tom Cruise,
center) and his comrades — from left, Paris (Pom Klementief), Degas (Greg Tarzan
Davis), Benji (Simon Pegg) and Grace (Hayley Atwell) — find the place curiously quiet.

The Final Reckoning brings this trend to its inevitable, lamentable conclusion. 

All tail, and no dog.

 

This slog is overcooked and overlong, its incomprehensible, so-called “plot” no more than techno-babble dialogue interludes between Cruise’s determination to prove that he “can too still do this stuff” in his 60s, in an escalating series of laughably ludicrous action sequences that are leagues beyond any viewer’s willingness to accept.

 

The Christopher McQuarrie/Erik Jendresen narrative doesn’t merely stretch credibility beyond the breaking point; it makes no effort to feign any level of credibility.

 

“This new movie is a gargantuan accomplishment,” Cruise boasts, in the production notes. “Very elegant, very layered and incredibly epic.”

 

Elegant? In your dreams, Tommy.

 

This is what happens, when unchecked ego calls the shots.

 

I worried, when 2023’s Dead Reckoning concluded, that McQuarrie and Jendresen had written themselves into an irresolvable corner, with their all-powerful AI “Entity” poised to infiltrate and corrupt every aspect of world-wide civilized society.

 

As this film opens, that worst nightmare has come to pass. The Entity’s “deep fakes” have obliterated world-wide public trust in all news sources, politicians and government officials. People riot in the streets of every country’s major city; violence and anarchy are the order of the day.

 

Worse yet, The Entity has seized control of five of the world’s nine nuclear missile stockpiles, and is doing its best to break into the remaining four ... one of which is our good ol’ USofA, which it’s certain to absorb within three days.

 

(Why three days? Who could know such a thing, with such precision? Don’t ask.)

 

Impressionable, cultish “true believers” eagerly hope The Entity will destroy everything, in order to create some ill-conceived new world order. (Like there’s life after nuclear annihilation???)

 

There’s simply no coming back from the doomsday scenario depicted in this film’s first 10 minutes ... despite the fact that — somehow — Ethan Hunt (Cruise) and his Impossible Missions Force team will save the world, because The Script Says So.

 

Ergo, Cruise and McQuarrie — who also directs this film, as he has the previous three — rely entirely on breakneck momentum, to lurch from one preposterous action sequence to the next, rather than even attempting to develop genuine suspense with a reasonably crafted linear narrative.

 

The result is an insufferably loud barrage of soulless visual cacophony: an unforgivably protracted, boring, senses-shattering 169 minutes of mayhem.

Friday, May 16, 2025

The Luckiest Man in America: A quirky, fact-based morality tale

The Luckiest Man in America (2024) • View trailer
Four stars (out of five). Rated R, for frequent profanity
Available via: Amazon Prime and other VOD options

This is an excellent thematic companion to 1994’s Quiz Show.

 

But while that earlier game show scandal drama is a handsomely mounted major studio production, this new film from director/co-scripter Samir Oliveros is cheekily retro and unapologetically low-budget ... which adds to its sense of period authenticity.

 

While fellow contestant Ed Long (Brian Geraghty, left) watches attentively, Michael Larson
(Paul Walter Hauser) prepares for his firt spin of the "Big Board" on the TV game show
Press Your Luck.

Modest production values aside, Oliveros nonetheless gets the most from a strong cast, as this jaw-dropping saga unfolds. And although he and co-writers Mattie Briggs and Amanda Freedman carefully insist that some details have been “massaged” for dramatic intensity, much of what unfolds here — including the names of all key participants — goes down just as it happened.

Following a brief first act, events take place during a single day of taping for Press Your Luck, a CBS game show that ran from 1983 to 1986 ... and likely would be entirely forgotten today, were it not for what happened on May 19, 1984.

 

Shy, withdrawn, down-on-his-luck ice cream truck driver Michael Larson (Paul Walter Hauser), a hapless social misfit, sneaks into Press Your Luck auditions. He cheekily claims somebody else’s appointment slot, gets caught and ejected ... but not before winning over executive producer Bill Carruthers (David Strathairn), who suspects the guy would make “good television.”

 

Michael has a great back-story. He admits driving across the entire country in his ice cream truck, and hopes to win enough cash to impress his estranged wife and young daughter.

 

Casting director Chuck (Shamier Anderson) is dubious. Something doesn’t seem right about the guy.

 

Carruthers nonetheless books Michael for the next day’s taping. As requested, he arrives wearing a suit jacket and tie ... making him even more comical, atop baggy shorts (which won’t be visible during taping). The obviously nervous and twitchy Michael is ushered onto the set by Sylvia (Maisie Williams), a kind-hearted production assistant who nonetheless eyes him warily.

 

Michael takes the middle “hot seat” between co-contestants Ed Long (Brian Geraghty) and Janie Litras (Patti Harrison): the former a minister, the latter a dental assistant.

 

Walton Goggins is note-perfect as smarmy show host Peter Tomarken, whose occasional off-color jokes — sometimes at the expense of contestants — delight the studio audience.

 

(Tomarken is a product of that still less-enlightened time. Remember how Richard Dawson always kissed every female contestants on Family Feud? Yuck!)

Monday, May 12, 2025

Nonnas: A delectable repast

Nonnas (2025) • View trailer
Four stars (out of five). Rated PG-13, for no particular reason, and suitable for all ages
Available via: Netflix

This is a total charmer.

 

Director Stephen Chbosky’s quiet dramedy is inspired by actual events — which are adorable in their own right — although Liz Maccie’s script takes liberties with what actually went down, in order to generate enough dramatic tension for a two-hour film.

 

Joe (Vince Vaughn) challenges each of his new chefs — from left, Roberta (Lorraine
Bracco) Teresa (Talia Shire) and Antonella (Brenda Vaccaro) — to amaze him with
one of their best dishes.

Mind you, there’s nothing wrong with Maccie’s various shadings of truth, particularly when the result is this entertaining.

Chbosky’s film also has strong echoes of 1996’s Big Night, in the sense of lovingly prepared food bonding strangers into a “family” they get to choose.

 

This also joins the ranks of all-time best “foodie movies,” right up there with Babette’s FeastChocolatTom Jones and Eat, Drink, Man, Woman. You’ll be ravenous before this one’s half done.

 

And when blessed with a cast top-lined by the always enjoyable Vince Vaughn — who gets plenty of competition from his quartet of veteran scene-stealing co-stars — what’s not to love?

 

The setting is a working-class Italian neighborhood in present-day New York. Joe Scaravella (Vaughn), a single MTA worker, has recently lost his mother; on this day, the house he shared with her is laden with loving friends and sympathetic well-wishers. Vaughn’s bearing throughout is note-perfect: somber, quick with a polite smile when addressed, but with a faraway gaze that bespeaks bereavement, abandonment and the hopelessness that comes from wondering what the next day will be like ... and the one after that, and the one after that.

 

Everybody eventually departs, having left a home-cooked token of love.

 

Memory flashbacks show an adolescent Joe watching in rapt fascination, at the edge of the family kitchen, as his mother and nonna (grandmother) prepare a meal; every ingredient is added in just the right amount, from memory and long practice.

 

Joe grew up retaining this fascination with food, and has become a respectable scratch cook ... within limits. He’s never been able to nail down the ingredients in his nonna’s Sunday gravy.

 

As the days inevitably pass, longtime best friend Bruno (Joe Manganiello) and his outspoken wife Stella (Drea de Matteo) encourage Joe to use his inheritance money for something fun, or wild, or meaningful ... but definitely new. Joe takes that advice in the worst possible way, and makes a down payment on a dilapidated former Staten Island restaurant, a ferry ride away from his home and work.

 

And announces that he intends to create a restaurant where all the chefs are nonnas.

Friday, May 9, 2025

Thunderbolts* — A modest storm

Thunderbolts* (2025) • View trailer
Three stars (out of five). Rated PG-13, for strong violence and dramatic intensity
Available via: Movie theaters
By Derrick Bang • Published in The Davis Enterprise, 5.11.25

One must be a total Marvel Cinematic Universe geek in order to recognize these second- and third-tier characters, let alone recall their back-stories.

 

This story's rag-tag, sorta-kinda superheroes — from left, Ghost (Hannah John-Kamen),
Bob (Lewis Pullman), U.S. Agent (Wyatt Russell), Red Guardian (David Harbour)
Yelena (Florence Pugh) and Bucky Barnes (Sebastian Stan) — grimly realize
that they're facing another nasty problem.

And while it’s superficially clever to unite them in such a manner, scripters Eric Pearson and Joanna Calo haven’t done much with the “reformed villain” concept that comic book creators Kurt Busiek and Mark Bagley concocted, back in 1997. 

Pearson and Calo also tried to inject the snarky humor delivered so well in the first two Guardians of the Galaxy entries ... with only marginal success. Most of this film ranges from ho-hum to just plain dumb, and director Jake Schreier brings absolutely nothing to the party.

 

The story begins as Yelena Belova (Florence Pugh) — adopted sister of the late and much lamented Natasha Romanoff (Scarlett Johansson), both of them skilled Black Widow assassins — infiltrates and destroys a Malaysian laboratory, having been sent by corrupt CIA director Valentina Allegra de Fontaine (Julia Louis-Dreyfus, gleefully evil).

 

Back in D.C., de Fontaine is being grilled by a committee chaired by Congressman Gary (Wendell Pierce, recognized from TV’s Elsbeth), who can’t wait to have her impeached and arrested for high treason. Fully aware of her vulnerability, de Fontaine has been clandestinely “cleaning house” by having her pet mercenaries destroy all traces of the illegal O.X.E. Group’s “Sentry” superhuman project; Yelena’s recent action was one such mission.

 

Gary is assisted by his star witness: junior Congressman Bucky Barnes (Sebastian Stan), aka The Winter Solder, a crucial part of numerous MCU films, notably alongside the original Captain America.

 

Times are grim. The Avengers have disbanded; Tony Stark (Robert Downey Jr.) is dead; Nick Fury (Samuel L. Jackson) has left for Europe, after seeing his beloved S.H.I.E.L.D. destroyed following a HYDRA takeover; other heroes are occupied with their own stuff; and the world recently watched in horror, as the U.S. President morphed into Red Hulk (in Captain America: Brave New World, a few months ago).

 

People are afraid of supers ... and de Fontaine cheerfully exploits this paranoia.

 

As the final self-protective measure, she orchestrates a mission involving all of her mercenaries: Yelena; Ava Starr, aka Ghost (Hannah John-Kamen); Antonia Dreykov, aka Taskmaster (Olga Kurylenko), also a Black Widow; and disgraced former Captain America John F. Walker (Wyatt Russell), now dubbed U.S. Agent. But it’s a sham; each has been ordered to kill one of the others, supposedly for betrayal, and — as an added touch — the O.X.E. setting also is a death trap.

 

To make matters stranger, their initially hostile fracas is interrupted by the sudden appearance of a pajama-clad civilian who identifies himself simply as Bob (Lewis Pullman). He hasn’t the faintest idea why he’s there, or where he came from.

Friday, May 2, 2025

G20: An engaging guilty pleasure

G20 (2025) • View trailer
Three stars (out of five). Rated R, for relentless violence
Available via: Amazon Prime

Viola Davis isn’t the first Best Actress Oscar winner to turn into a kick-ass action hero — she was preceded by Halle Berry, Charlize Theron, Helen Mirren and Jennifer Lawrence — but Davis definitely is the first EGOT to do so.

 

Secret Service Agent Manny Ruiz (Ramón Rodríguez) helps President Danielle Sutton
(Viola Davis) to safety, as South Korean First Lady Han Min-Seo (MeeWha Alana Lee)
wisely follows.

(She achieved that status in 2023, when she won a Grammy Award for narrating her memoir, Finding Me, as an audiobook.)

I’d also argue that, even in full-blown battle mode, Davis is the most regal of the bunch.

 

G20 is pure hokum, but director Patricia Riggen and editors Doc Crotzer and Emma E. Hickox keep things moving rapidly enough to camouflage a plot that has more holes than the proverbial Swiss cheese. Honestly, the four credited scripters — Logan Miller, Noah Miller, Caitlin Parrish and Erica Weiss — could have tried a little harder.

 

(I also get a sense — given that production on this film took place in early 2024 — that all concerned envisioned this as wishful thinking about the upcoming real-world election, and cheekily built their story around a Black female U.S. president.

 

(Ah, if only...)

 

We’re introduced to President Danielle Sutton (Davis) as she’s dragged out of bed late one night, because her headstrong teenage daughter Serena (Marsai Martin) once again evaded her Secret Service handlers to sneak out of the White House. 

 

Thoroughly fed up — because the girl refuses to realize how such behavior places her in danger — Sutton and her husband, Derek (Anthony Anderson), decide to take Serena and her brother Demetrius (Christopher Farrar) to Cape Town, site of the annual G20 summit meeting, in order to keep her under strict surveillance.

 

This soon will place Serena and Demetrius in far greater danger than her midnight escapades, because...

 

...Summit security has been outsourced to a private outfit.

 

(“Stupid mistake!” we scream.)

Bullet Train Explosion: Needs more fuel

Bullet Train Explosion (2025) • View trailer
Three stars (out of five). Rated TV-MA, for dramatic intensity
Available via: Netflix

Japan’s Shinkansen high-speed railway system couldn’t ask for a better promotional video than this film’s opening sequence.

 

Having already overcome several unexpected predicaments, Conductor Takaichi
(Tsuyoshi Kusanagi, center), politician Yuko Kagami (Michiko Ono) and her secretary,
Kodai Hayashi (Daisuke Kuroda), contemplate their next move.

As the Hayabusa No. 60 (5060B) bullet train awaits departure from the Shin-Aomori Station, seasoned conductor Kazuya Takaichi (Tsuyoshi Kusanagi) describes the vehicle’s features to a lively group of high school students: attainable speeds, the importance of maintaining a tight schedule, and even the coupling mechanism concealed within the engine’s nose.

Following this demonstration, the students pile into 5060B’s many luxurious passenger cars, alongside scores of other commuters and travelers of all ages. The train pulls out of the station, driven by the perky Chika Matsumoto (Non) and supervised — in the Shinkansen Operation Control Center — by general manager Yuichi Kasagi (Takumi Saitoh).

 

Shortly after departure, an anonymous caller — with voice electronically concealed — informs the control center that a bomb has been placed on 5060B, which will explode if the train slows below 100 km/hour.

 

By way of proving this isn’t a hoax, the caller alerts the center to the impending destruction of a freight train at a station in Aomori-Higashi. It blows up on cue, after slowing below 5 km/hour. The threat duly established, the bomber calls again and demands a ransom of 100 billion yen in exchange for the means of defusing the bomb on 5060B.

 

If this scenario sounds familiar, that’s no accident. This film actually is a long-gestating sequel to 1975’s Shinkansen Daibakuha (The Bullet Train), a thriller concept which then producer Toei Company — and director Junya Sato — felt would prove as popular as recent high-profile American disaster films such as Earthquake and The Towering Inferno. Sato’s big-screen hit, in turn, inspired the 1994 American film Speed.

 

This new film — helmed by Shinji Higuchi and scripted by Kazuhiro Nakagawa and Norichika Ôba — is an impressively polished production, highlighted by persuasive special effects, an engaging cast, and sharp cinematography (Yusuke Ichitsubo and Keizô Suzuki). That said, the often laughably overblown melodramatic touches undercut the tension that Higuchi and editors Atsuki Satô and Kaori Umewaki work hard to establish and maintain.

 

That’s an uphill challenge, because this film doesn’t earn its 134-minute length.