Dog (2022)

     This fucking movie almost made me cry. And the dog does not die, just getting that out there.

     Channing Tatum plays a combat veteran with physical and emotional issues tasked with bringing a former fellow Ranger's also physically and emotionally damaged combat dog, Lulu, to the Ranger's funeral. It's a road movie along the Pacific coast with some wacky hijinks but overall leans toward how to heal wounds.

     Tatum continues to be one of the most underrated actors of his generation. Sure, he can move as Magic Mike and looks like an action figure without the kung fu grip, but the man can dig deep and use his physicality in a variety of ways. This movie has slapstick humor, silly sex romps, an oddly dark near-torture scene, and the effects of trauma on the human body. Tatum shows, doesn't tell, often expresses humor and drama in almost every scene. 

     One could compare this to Turner and Hooch, where the straightlaced guy meets the wild dog and they form a bond, but that's reductive. Both Tatum and Lulu the dog are damaged and riddled with anxiety. For a lot of the run time they pull against one another, coming up with scenarios to highlight the destructiveness they both bring to their lives. By the end, though, when Tatum comforts Lulu during the funeral's gun salute and Lulu lays on Tatum as he suffers a seizure on a bathroom floor… You do not see this type of emotional catharsis in dog movies. Moments of bonding not as man and dog or soldier to soldier, but just two lonely abused beings filling in the broken parts.

     I'm writing this on Veteran's Day where the United States celebrates our soldiers. This movie goes beyond that and reminds us to care for them. To help them care for themselves and offer them support. The movie champions the rar-rar nature of war but it also shows the heavy cost. It's not really a story about doing things for the country or celebrating the military, but about how those "warriors" we send out to do horrific jobs come back broken. 

     And it does it with humor and empathy, which is often the sugar coating for a good message about care and kindness for yourself and others.

Ticket to Paradise (2022)

     You ever see a movie and feel "I've seen this a hundred times, but this is a very well done version of that." That's Ticket to Paradise, a delightful little family romcom that does nothing new but does it damn well.

     George Clooney and Julia Roberts are a divorced couple constantly bickering when forced to be together to support their daughter. The daughter graduates law school and goes off to vacation in Bali, meeting the love of her life and deciding to stay. George and Julia go off to stop the wedding and along the way rekindle that loving feeling.

     The cast and the location are the best part, with one probably being the reason the other is involved. And no, I don't mean Bali let them film there to hang out with George Clooney. Clooney plays his normal charming sarcastic dilf character as he does, but there's moments when he loses the facade and you see the deep regret he has about how things went with his ex. Julia also gets in with her no-nonsense mom role but lets down her guard and that smile shines and yeah, you know she loves him. 

     The supporting cast does just that, supports the two leads with humor and witty dialog that at times is hilarious. Special shout out to… well, no, everyone here is good and cast just right. There's not one scene where I thought "well, I guess this assholes's back."

     The only real thing to dislike about this movie is the lack of background for our leads. We know they dislike each other, but never see their past beyond a few nice moments of them talking about it. Besides beer pong, it would have been nice to see how well they worked together. They talk about the house by the lake that burned, but we never see that or get a chance to feel the connection they are rekindling. 

     That being said, the young couple romance also gets the short end of the stick. It's very capital R Romance, with dialog like "I'm surrounded by the beauty of the islands but all I can look at is you" that is very sweet and young love but also in my old age makes me feel kinda eye-rolly. The more grounded older love story, Clooney telling Roberts "I never sold the land our house was supposed to be on" resonated more which is good because that's our main couple. 

     Overall, I had fun but won't be going back to this on any "best romcom" lists.

Elvis (2022) succeeds as a sideshow, fails as a movie

     It was hot in Seattle. Damn hot for a city that throughout history has not needed air conditioning. What we needed was a long movie for comfort. What we got was assaulted.

     This musical assault of a movie was happening in the Dolby theater of the local AMC. Big sound and reclining chairs. I could live there if they would only install a kitchenette.

     We sat down for Baz Luhrman's Elvis. My history with the director is pretty good. Romeo + Juliet was my high school crush, Moulin Rouge was a college fling, and Great Gatsby was the pretentious one that made me realize what I really wanted. I do not need all the flash and glamor, but it is fun to get a little crazy.

     After the first ten minutes, I leaned over to my friend and, talking to myself as well, asked if she was okay. She did not know. We had both been assaulted with a barrage of light and sound so potent and overwhelming I found my brain had skipped a beat or two. I could not tell you what happened. Only that it hurt. Not in an aggressive punk rock way, but in the way a family member yelling that all the good cereal was gone. Solid trauma.

     The film flows with vibrant and jarring sights and sounds for most of the run time. When the musical performances hit, they act like well done MTV at the height: visual representations of songs that illustrate moments in Elvis's life from church services to iconic spasm filled stage ballads. But the music does not stop. Rather than being punctuation, the music is the whole sentence. The relentless dumping of information through song drains all narrative flow. Yet the recreation and the emotions of iconic moments like the first pink suited wiggle and black leather clad special return to form are amazing. Too bad there's few moments to breathe.

     What does get a moment to breathe are the actors. Actors Austin and Hanks center the story and both are giving it their all. In recreating Elvis, we see hope and conflict as Elvis's mental and emotional capacities decline with Austin's subtle and solid performance. Yet Hanks steals the show in one of the more off putting performances of his career. Like a devil of folklore, Hanks's Parker is a weird, conniving, broken creature sent to suck the fight from Elvis by giving him everything he wants. Had the performance been more subtle it may have worked, but Hanks repulses more than invites. There is no redemption for this villain. No excuse why Elvs would be tempted by the man. Elvis is not a hero; he is the carnival sideshow Parker leeches for all he is worth. 

     Elvis in the end is the carnival attraction it told us it was. Bright and bombastic yet led by a life sucking swindler forming a grotesque affair more akin to Nightmare Alley than A Star is Born. The tragedy here is in the execution.