We're done picking against the Purple Birds so Ravens/49ers are off our board.
Texans at Cheaters- Over 45.
Packers at Giants...don't know why but we like the home-dog Gints +6.5
Rams at Arizona- Over 47.
J..E...T...S Jets Jets Jets. Gang Green on the prowl. -3.5 over sad Cincy.
San Diego at Denver. Chargers -2.5 in the snow.
Survivor: Judge Faber rules for the Pack; Fake AM likes Seattle;
Juan Gonzalez rolled with the Pack.
MOVIE REVIEW
This is a decent piece of writing. Not by Rumpole, but by a reader who left it in the comments section. We are intrigued, so we decided to put it on the front page:
At The Cinema
said...
At the Cinema
“We’ve been here before” my fellow cinema
attendees seem to say as they settle into their
reclining seats to view “Knives
Out” Rian Johnson’s ensemble “who-dun-it”.
Maybe we have, and then again, maybe
we have not.
Which disgruntled family member killed
patriarch-writer Harlan Thrombery
(Christopher Plummer) in his twisty-turney
mansion at the end of his 85th Birthday party
when he is discovered with his
throat gashed open? One of his disgruntled and recently
disinherited children?
One of their dysfunctional children? Did the butler do it ???
Except in this
story the butler is played by ingenue Ana de Armas, the coquettish nurse who,
by the time the movie is over, is from every country in Central and South
America.
First the clumsy part- the introduction of
“famed” private detective Benoit Blanc
(Daniel Craig), Johnson’s Hercule
Poitrot. Blanc appears instantaneously,
inexplicably assisting a couple of
inept local detectives, one of which is
inexplicably identified as a state
trooper. Why is a traffic ticket writer assigned to a death?
It’s never
explained, and it doesn’t matter.
The real question in this movie is not who did
it, but what Craig and Johnson are
doing with us? Do they think we are buying
Craig’s putative southern gentleman accent
and are cringing, or is the joke on
us? There is everything but Craig breaking the fourth
wall ala Eddie
Murphy in Beverly Hills Cops and pausing to wink at us.
Eventually the will is read (did you think you
were going to escape that tired old ploy?)
the family gasps, and then the movie
takes off in earnest. “Cui Bono” we ask in our
criminal cases and in our
murder mysteries (who benefits?).
Craig/Blanc stops pinging one note on the
piano, and in the penultimate and ultimate
scenes Craig- ala Poirot ala
Ms. Marple ala Holmes explains all. Don’t bother trying-
you won’t be
able to do it and Johnson doesn’t give you chance. It’s all a wink and nod-
you
pay for your ducat and some Snocaps and he takes you for a two-hour ride
(there’s even a mild car chase). But even when the killer is unmasked- then as
the
infomercial says-“wait there’s more!”.
Because in the end is it about life and
morality and catching a killer… or in the end is it
about the money? And this
is where Rian Johnson wants to take us. Not to Agatha Christie
and Sir Arthur C
Doyle, but to Akira Kurosawa and Ingmar Bergman.
Johnson has his popular vox
popoli hits behind him- Star Wars and the like.
Now he’s writing and
directing for something bigger.
Johnson wants his Seven Samurai, and Knives
Out is his first attempt.
The question at the end of this two-hour romp is not who did it?
Intelligent
viewers will leave the theater pondering what Knives Out will do to the genre?
As Seven Samurai begot the Magnificent Seven, what will Knives Out beget?
In Cinema Veritas… and next time the popcorn is on me.