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The BYT Weekly Mini Movie Guide: Now Playing In DC
October 17, 2014 | 4:00PM

We review films. You see films. You need to know where to see those films. You may want to know what we thought of those films. Here’s where you can read what we thought of the film you’re about the see.

The Best of MeNow playing in D.C.

Romance novelist Nicholas Sparks’ values nothing more than a young, white, wrong-side-of-the-tracks courtship that ends in the empowerment of one partner through the death or dementia of the other. The villains are generally the parents, skeptical about the power of love to overcome class differences, and often the young paramores’ own stubbornness. The Best of Me, the latest film adaptation of a Sparks book, doesn’t buck any trends. -Rachel Kurzius


The Blue RoomNow playing in D.C.

The whole experience would feel well done but merely adequate if it wasn’t for Gregoire Hetzel’s almost epically unsettling score (which, for fans of movie music, may even recall at times the glory of Jarre’s work Eyes Without a Face at times) and the great work Almaric’s director of photography Christophe Beaucarne does, constricted to (inevitably lightly claustrophobic) Academy formatting, punching through the frames with both the titular blue and a jarring red which pops up incriminatingly throughout. Both of those factors elevate the experience beyond the basic mechanics of the tale unfolding beyond us. It makes you these men were given something truly juicy to build their atmosphere around. -Svetlana Legetic


BoyhoodNow playing in D.C.

When I was a teenager, my parents and teachers would routinely tell me that I was not living up to my potential. I stood there, receiving a lecture and trying not to roll my eyes, until something clicked and their advice was well-taken. I had forgotten about those earnest adults until I watched Boyhood, the most ambitious film to date from Richard Linklater. Its scope is unlike anything we’ve seen in the movies before, and the premise creates an opportunity to tell a familiar coming-of-age story in an organic, sensitive way. Linklater uses broad strokes, with plenty of pop culture references that shift from nostalgic to modern. The trouble is that sometimes the story and hero are too broad, as if Linklater worries a defined personality would ruin the film’s universal appeal. -Alan Zilberman


Dear White PeopleNow playing in D.C.

At times, Simien’s script can seem like characters basically taking on different sides of race and different ways of hiding who you are, often feel like a presentation of ideas rather than fleshed out people. Occasionally Simien’s screenplay makes this work, but too often feels also like a debate of issues instead of naturalistic. -Ross Bonaime


Dracula UntoldNow playing in D.C.

At its best, Dracula Untold looks at the sacrifices it takes to wage war. Vlad learns that you can only win by being bloodthirsty. What are you going to drink when the battle is over? -Rachel Kurzius


The EqualizerNow playing in D.C.

What Fuqua and Washington deliver here is a film that’s effectively executed, yes, but also brutal, joyless, ugly and morally mediocre. -Jeff Spross


FuryNow playing in D.C.

Fury is sort of what you’d get if you took the part that’s still about how war is hell, and stretched it out to a full-length running time. -Jeff Spross


Gone GirlNow playing in D.C.

In the end, Gone Girl may almost be more fun to talk about than to watch, so pick your conversation partner for this one with care. -Svetlana Legetic


Guardians of the GalaxyNow playing near D.C.

Guardians of the Galaxy, the latest from the comic book studio, has the good sense to step aside when it matters and let weirdo director James Gunn hold the reigns. Parts of it are too alike to other Marvel films, perhaps to a fault, but Guardians has a heart in a way that most superhero movies do not. -Alan Zilberman


Hector and the Search for HappinessNow playing in D.C.

Peter Chisolm’s new movie Hector and the Search for Happiness reminded me of “Chicken Soup for the Soul,” with more imaginative visuals and an extra spoonful of schmaltz. Simon Pegg stars as Hector, a psychiatrist suffering from an acute case of ennui. His precise morning routine never changes. His warm and stunning girlfriend (Rosamund Pike) always ties his ties and prepares his lunch. He listens to clients talk about their problems. Everyone pity Hector. -Rachel Kurzius


How To Train Your Dragon 2Now playing near D.C.

The first word that comes to mind when describing How To Train Your Dragon 2 is “solid.” Not great or amazing, mind you. It hews pretty close to the kid-friendly swashbuckling of its predecessor, and doesn’t break any genuinely new thematic or conceptual ground. But also like its predecessor it’s visually gorgeous, and comes with some moments of unexpected moral weight. -Jeff Spross


The Hundred-Foot JourneyNow playing near D.C.

The Hundred Foot Journey (executive produced by Oprah Winfrey and Steven Spielberg) is part of the same flavorless, homogenized pedigree of culinary tale that Chocolat (director Lasse Hallström’s previous film) belongs to. And like every other film about Western interaction with Indian cooking and culture (Bend It Like BeckhamEat Pray Love, and other similarly insipid fare), it inevitably fetishizes and exotisizes. In other words, prepare to be really impressed by the use of cardamom… in everything. Talk about a massive reduction. -Toni Tileva


The Judge - Now playing in D.C.

It’s Oscar season and so it’s time to stop reviewing movies about pointless CGI wallopfests and time to start reviewing movies about A-List actors making over-budgeted B-movies. And it’s October so it’s time to review the stuff even the studio suits know is bad, which let me tell you, means it’s really, really bad. Today’s worthless melodrama Mad Libs is The Judge, a farrago of fail from the guy who wrote Gran Torino and the guy who directed Shanghai Knights and Fred Claus. This is probably the part where you should stop reading the review because really if that sentence didn’t already scare you off seeing this why do you read movie reviews? -Max Bentovim


Kill The MessengerNow playing in D.C.

The film, which chronicles mid-90s the efforts of journalist Gary Webb (Jeremy Renner) to blow open a story about tacit CIA involvement in the U.S. crack epidemic, is ostensibly a throwback to 70s-style political thrillers. Its hero is a driven and troubled individual with a bit of a counter-cultural streak; the direction by Michael Cuesta favors handheld camerawork and a gritty, low-tech feel; and themes of political corruption, paranoia, and veiled threats in half-finished sentences are sprinkled throughout. But the 1970s thrillers also went beyond this, to the vertiginous experience of having the powers-that-be decide you need to be disposed of, either through intimidation, threats, character assassination, or career sabotage. -Jeff Spross


Last Days in VietnamNow playing in D.C.

You know things aren’t going well, an old Southern folk saying goes, when you’re pushing helicopters off the edge of a boat. -Max Bentovim


Left BehindNow playing in D.C.

So what goodwill Left Behind can generate comes from what its actors can bring to the table – Cage is Cage; Murray, Thompson and Thomson are serviceable; Whelan is risible – and its generally affable tone. Which is itself weird, because the underlying theology here really is insane. -Jeff Spross


MaleficentNow playing near D.C.

When Angelina Jolie set out to retool the classic 1959 Disney animated version of the fairytale Sleeping Beauty in Maleficent, she probably had her young daughters in mind (it should be noted the film is sprinkled lovingly with callbacks to the original film, from the precise hair and makeup of Maleficent and the three fairy godmothers, to the lopsided pastel cake presented to Aurora on her 16th birthday). Still, it’s unclear if she meant to make what is ultimately a seething revenge fantasy of Tarantino-proportions. -Catherine McCarthy


The Maze RunnerNow playing in D.C.

YA novels seem to all have a very similar arc: things have been this way for years (likely in a dystopia of some sort), until one special person arrives to shake it all up. It’s a tried and true formula, from Hogwarts to Hunger Games. Yet unlike its predecessors, The Maze Runner is mostly like a rat in a maze, concerned with a singular mission, no frills, just determination towards the goal. The Maze Runner doesn’t have the expected romance angle or an abundance of character development, but it does start off like a shot and doesn’t pull back the reins until a disappointing finale. -Ross Bonaime


Men Women and ChildrenNow playing in D.C.

Imagine you’re blindfolded, throwing darts at a wall. When you uncover your eyes, you see that the wall is filled with the assorted perils of the internet. Look, the blue-tipped dart lands on the mother lode of web hazards: pornography. Darts land on online dating, pro-anorexic support groups, and video games. You even throw one dart on the general malaise of swiping your screen ad infinitum. I’m pretty sure this is the brainstorming process director Jason Reitman used to develop Men, Women and Children. -Rachel Kurzius


PrideNow playing in D.C.

Pride is the latest feel-good comedic drama from England, the sort where kooky characters come together for the sake of an institution or town bigger than themselves. The apotheosis of the subgenre is The Full Monty, which was nominated for Best Picture and inspired a Broadway musical, as well as a slew of imitators. Waking Ned Divine, Kinky Boots, and Billy Elliott are also of this mold – the latter two had successful Broadway runs – which is another way of saying that there’s nothing too original in Pride. Then again, there’s no reason to update a formula that attracts a certain type of audience, especially when there’s a populist political message, too. -Alan Zilberman


The Skeleton TwinsNow playing in D.C.

From the outset, it is easy to call The Skeleton Twins a small movie. After all, it does center on a small cast of characters, living small lives, in a small town, dealing with their life problems which, while maybe big to them, are small if put into the grand scheme of how the world works. But, much like most best “small” films, the topics it handles are so universal the movie maybe becomes bigger than it even set out to be, tackling issues such as love, family, tolerance and yes, failure, in ways that are both heartbreaking and instantly identifiable. -Svetlana Legetic


St. Vincent - Now playing in D.C.

St. Vincent is the type of film that just screams indie cuteness. There’s the old man and the young, impressionable child that grow through questionable friendship. There’s the quirky cast of characters, like a Catholic priest who could have a side career as a stand-up comedian or the pregnant stripper/hooker with an over-the-top accent. There’s even the soundtrack with artists like Wilco and The National, not to mention the movie’s title that wouldn’t make it surprising if Annie Clark just popped up. Even though St. Vincent is predictable and just straddling the line of “okay,” it’s the cast that makes it all worthwhile. -Ross Bonaime


Teenage Mutant Ninja TurtlesNow playing near D.C.

The action scenes, with maybe one brief exception, are wholly lacking in creativity or energy. Since everything is mediocre CGI anyway, nothing ever feels like anything’s at stake, and mostly you feel like you’re watching someone else play a bad video game. There is no development, no arc, no care, and (with the exception of a canny reference to Usagi Yojimbo) nothing to suggest that anyone who made this movie gave a shit about anything except separating fools from their money. Even the product placement is as insulting as it is bizarre – at a key moment a Nokia phone, whose screen-time must have cost a decent fistful of Euros, fails to work. The movie is in 3D for literally no other reason than to wedge in additional gimmick and justify pilfering a few more dollars from the suckers. -Max Bentovim


This Is Where I Leave YouNow playing near D.C.

Johnathan Tropper’s This Is Where I Leave You was the kind of book you wish more people wrote: funny and dry, sad and easy to read, somehow deep while not overwrought at all.  With a bevy of juicy characters for all ages and sexes, it was bound to get scooped up and made into a movie. It could have been a movie that was the kind you wish more people made: funny and dry, sad and easy to watch, somehow deep while not overwrought at all. -Svetlana Legetic


The Trip To ItalyNow playing near D.C.

If you have – you can stop reading now and rest assured that if you enjoyed it – you will enjoy this one. It is BASICALLY the same (a few extra years and some decidedly sunnier landscapes added in), with Brydon and Coogan revisiting all their best bits (some even verbatim, it seems), and being very relaxed and game in their thorniness. And, worry not, they STILL don’t know anything about food. -Svetlana Legetic


The Two Faces of JanuaryNow playing near D.C.

Crime novelist Patricia Highsmith is responsible for some of the brilliant most thrillers of the twentieth century. Her books typically involve handsome bespoke Americans in exotic European locales, with money as a catalyst to explore the uglier sides of human behavior. The most famous adaptation of her work, The Talented Mr. Ripley, is fascinating because the anti-hero squirms out of one trap after another. The Two Faces of January, the latest Highsmith adaptation from writer/director Hossein Amini, emphasizes psychology over plot. Sometimes there is suspense, particularly when we try and second guess what the characters will do next, but the predictable twists overshadow their careful development. -Alan Zilberman


WhiplashNow playing in D.C.

Whiplash has a traditional three-act structure, complete with an intense moment of redemption, although it is difficult to recognize the formula since the details are raw and physical. In his struggle for perfection, Andrew repeatedly plays the drums so hard that his bands bleed (there are several close-ups of calloused hands and fingertips). The pursuit of greatness is barely believable – Andrew makes several choices that are outright insane – except Chazalle’s (correctly) conflates Andrew’s pursuit alongside a coming of age story. We cannot believe a guy like Andrew would make horrific sacrifices, unless he wraps up those sacrifices with adolescent delusions of grandeur. By the time twists border on the supernatural, Chazelle abandons realism in favor of heightened sense of brutality. He puts us in Andrew’s head, so Whiplash holds a twisted sense of logic as long as we do not leave his headspace. -Alan Zilberman


Young OnesNow playing near D.C.

Young Ones is an amalgam of several genres, imitating them without much reverence. Writer and director Jake Paltrow awkwardly combines the simplest tropes of science-fiction and western, seemingly with little attention or research about why they’re effective, and so they mix together like oil and water. His film looks great, with plenty of sun-scorched landscapes and strange special effects, yet he relies on cheesy flourishes to the point they become a distraction. His heavy-handed style continues into his plot, which favors melodrama and allegory, minus all the implied thematic heft. Indulgent and overwrought, his film masquerades as pulp. -Alan Zilberman



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