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OUT OF TIME

Susan Granger’s review of “OUT OF TIME” (Showtime TV)

I’m usually impressed by Showtime’s made-for-television movies but this family-oriented updating of the Rip Van Winkle legend is just dull. The story begins in 1980 in the tiny town of Suttersville, Oregon, where Jack Epson (James McDaniel) is married to Annie (Mel Harris) and they have a ten year-old daughter (Brittany Moldowan). Jack’s a dreamer, a romantic who is lured into the woods by magical spirit guides who have been monitoring the uneasy balance between nature and development for 250 years. As a political activist and deeply caring man, Jack’s been chosen to be their mortal spokesman to save Suttersville from itself. The spirit guides entice him to drink from a mysterious spring so he sleeps for 20 years. When he awakens, he returns to the disturbing, high-tech world of 2000. His family believes he deserted them, and his daughter (Karen H. Holness) has a ten year-old of her own now; it’s this boy (Neil Denis) who helps Jack understand not only what’s befallen him but what he must do to prove his worth. The villain is a real-estate developer (John Novak) who is secretly planning to build a condominium complex on a pristine mountain. Co-written and directed by Ernest Thompson (“On Golden Pond”), it’s filled with stilted, flowery platitudes and sappy, contrived emotions. In a peculiar nod to political correctness, Jack and Annie are a mixed-racial couple, as are the grown daughter and her beau, yet this fact is never acknowledged, as if it presented no conflict to anyone in rural America in 1980 nor in the present. On the Granger Made-for-TV Movie Gauge, “Out of Time” is a slow-paced, forgettable 4 with an admirable, if heavy-handed, environmentalist message about the questionable advances of progress.

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CHICKEN RUN

Susan Granger’s review of “CHICKEN RUN” (DreamWorks)

What a clever concept! Do you remember “The Great Escape” with Steve McQueen? It’s a W.W.II adventure in which Allied POW’s devise a way out of a Nazi prison camp. Now a similar idea has become an imaginative claymation comedy, the first full-length feature from British-based Aardman animation, the Oscar-winning team behind the popular Wallace & Gromit shorts. “Chicken Run” follows a group of rebellious chickens imprisoned at Tweedy’s Egg Farm who are determined to break out before they meet “fowl” play and end up as pot pies. Trapped behind barbed wire and yearning for freedom, the feisty hen Ginger and her cohorts are terrorized by menacing, hard-boiled Mrs. Tweedy, who firmly believes, “Chickens are the most stupid creatures on the planet. They don’t plot; they don’t scheme; they don’t organize.” Until – one day – Rocky the Rooster, a brash, American “lone free ranger,” lands in the Yorkshire chicken coop. He’s on the lam from a circus and, if they agree to hide him, he promises to teach the entire flock to fly, despite the obvious aerodynamic deficiencies inherent in the plump chicken anatomy. “That Yank’s not to be trusted” warns the old R.A.F. rooster named Fowler. Eventually, the scrambling hens hatch an exciting, if desperate, alternative scheme – with a little help from two profiteering rats. Mel Gibson, Julia Sawalha, Miranda Richardson and Jane Horrocks head the voice cast and, instead of computer-generated images, the visual effects are created by stop-motion animation using clay and silicon models, set in a stylized universe. Aardman calls it “live action in miniature.” On the Granger Movie Gauge of 1 to 10, “Chicken Run” is a bright, sunny-side up 9. Good gravy! It’s a double-yolk’d chicken delight for the whole family!

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FANTASIA 2000

Susan Granger’s review of “FANTASIA 2000″ (Disney)

The Sorcerer’s Apprentice’s spell still works. The Disney company’s crown jewel sparkles again. Shown for four months at 76 IMAX theaters in the United States, Latin America, Canada, and Asia, it’s now available on 35 mm in local theaters. When Walt Disney released his bold, animated concert film back in 1940, he envisioned an annual updating but, for 60 years, that hasn’t happened. Now, using traditional animation and computer-generated effects, there are seven new segments, along with the original Mickey Mouse Sorcerer’s Apprentice, and the music is by the Chicago Symphony conducted by James Levine. Each chapter is introduced by celebrities: Bette Midler, Steve Martin, Itzhak Perlman, Quincy Jones, James Earl Jones, Angela Lansbury, Penn & Teller. The first features abstract butterflies dancing to Ludwig Van Beethoven’s “Symphony No. 5.” Another, set to Ottorino Respighi’s “Pines of Rome,” follows a baby whale trapped inside an iceberg, separated from its mother and the rest of the pod. There’s a 1930s New York City tribute to the caricatures of Al Hirshfeld, complete with NINA, his daughter’s name, hidden in the drawings, set to George Gershwin’s “Rhapsody in Blue.” Daisy and Donald Duck march into Noah’s Ark to Sir Edward Elgar’s “Pomp and Circumstance.” Hans Christian Andersen’s “The Steadfast Tin Soldier” moves to Dmitri Shostakovich’s “Second Piano Concerto,” as a one-legged soldier rescues a ballerina from an evil Jack-in-the-box. Camille Saint-Saens’s “Carnival of the Animals” pairs a rebellious pink flamingo with a yo-yo. And the finale is a mythical ode to the cycle of life moving to Igor Stravinsky’s “Firebird Suite.” On the Granger Movie Gauge of 1 to 10, “Fantasia 2000″ is a splashy, swirling 8. It’s a joyous celebration of the art of animation

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ME, MYSELF AND IRENE

Susan Granger’s review of “ME, MYSELF AND IRENE” (20th Century-Fox)

This scatological comedy will score at the box-office since there’s definitely an audience for the gross gags and toilet jokes but it’s no “There’s Something About Mary.” Jim Carrey plays Charlie, a mild-mannered Rhode Island state trooper suffering from a split-personality disorder. Flashback 18 years to when his wife left him for the brainy, vertically-challenged limo driver (Tony Cox) who fathered their African-American triplets whom Carrey has raised as a proud, loving father. The boys become rowdy, jive-talking geniuses (Jerod Mixon, Anthony Anderson, Mongo Brownlee) but, having repressed his anger and resentment too long, Charlie’s suddenly got company – a foul-mouthed, aggressive alter ego named Hank. And they’ve both fallen for Renee Zellweger, a feisty, quirky gal who’s on-the-lam from shady EPA investigators (Chris Cooper, Richard Jenkins) in a pointless plot. In the Jekyll-Hyde transformation, “Rip Van Wussy” Carrey cavorts and contorts, much to the amazement of his sympathetic supervisor (Robert Forster) and a psychotic albino (Michael Bowman) who joins the road adventure. Directed and written by Bobby and Peter Farrelly, plus Michael Cerrone, unfortunately this romantic farce lacks the sweetness and outrageous fun of the Farrelly’s earlier films. But they’re still pushing the envelope of bad taste, including a redefinition of “hanky-panky” involving a rubber appliance, chicken-abuse, cow-shooting, reprising Woody Harrelson’s milk-mustache from “Kingpin,” and a unique marriage proposal. And the end credits are novel, citing each and every performer. On the Granger Movie Gauge of 1 to 10, “Me, Myself and Irene” is a crass, raunchy 4. Like Charlie, this movie is origami – it folds under pressure.

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BOYS AND GIRLS

Susan Granger’s review of “BOYS AND GIRLS” (Miramax Films)

A romantic comedy is supposed to be fanciful and fun. This is neither. Nor is it sexy. Written by Andrew Lowery and Andrew Miller (who call themselves the Drews) and directed by Robert Iscove, as a date movie, it’s so blatantly formulaic and generically predictable that it’s tedium. After “She’s All That” and “Down to You,” Freddie Prinze Jr. could play this teenybopper idol role by rote – and he practically does. He’s a sensitive stud who finds his soul-mate in Claire Forlani, who’s obviously seen too many episodes of “Ally McBeal.” They first met, years ago, when they were pre-teens, on an airplane and discovered that they were both children of divorce en route to their new homes. Since then, their paths have crossed occasionally but they both, coincidentally, wound up at University of California at Berkeley. The so-called “catch” is that they’re not only commitment-phobic, very verbal best-friends but, temperamentally, opposites. He’s logical and has his heart set on structural engineering; she’s free-spirited, emotional and a Latin major. And if much of their commiserating about their respective lackluster love lives looks familiar, think “When Harry Met Sally…” which obviously served as inspiration. Then, one night, passion overcomes resistance, and – guess what? – he’s more sexually strait-laced than she is. (The giddy teenage girls in the audience were giggling hysterically at this point.) The other actors, like Jason Biggs, Amanda Detmer and Heather Donahue, simply look bored, desperately wishing they were elsewhere. And who can blame them? On the Granger Movie Gauge of 1 to 10, “Boys and Girls” is a lame, tepid 2. Guys, you gotta wait too long for those Victoria’s Secret models to beckon your glazed eyes back to the screen.

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LOVE’S LABOUR’S LOST

Susan Granger’s “LOVE’S LABOUR’S LOST” (Miramax Films)

Having done “Henry V,” “Hamlet” and “Much Ado About Nothing” on film, Kenneth Branagh, who comes from working-class background, continues his determination make Shakespeare more relevant to contemporary audiences. This time, he punctuates the Bard with ’30s and ’40s musical numbers. Set in Europe in 1939, just before the outbreak of W.W.II, the romantic comedy begins when the King of Navarre (Alessandro Nivola) and three companions (Kenneth Branagh, Matthew Lillard, Adrian Lester) swear to shun all distractions and study for three years. But no sooner have they made their monastic vows than the Princess of France (Alicia Silverstone) and three lovely ladies-in-waiting (Emily Mortimer, Carmen Ejogo, Natascha McElhorne) show up, and the four flirtatious couples pair off to songs from Cole Porter, Irving Berlin, Jerome Kern, George and Ira Gershwin. The fact that his cast has mediocre musical ability didn’t deter Branagh’s enthusiasm. “It wasn’t our ambition to achieve the slickness and impossible perfection of Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers,” he explains. “What we did want was abandonment to the enterprise, joy and commitment to the songs and dancing.” Indeed, singing “Cheek to Cheek” mid-air, they float to the rafters of a library. Branagh wavers uncomfortably between the various styles of American musicals, attempting to combine the crisp, formal precision of Busby Berkeley’s choreography with the more relaxed ambiance of Gene Kelly. Also, in his ambitious attempt to condense the narrative and combine the ensemble numbers, Branagh loses much of the comedy, except for Nathan Lane as the clown. On the Granger Movie Gauge of 1 to 10, “Love’s Labour’s Lost” is a whimsical 7, putting a frothy, new spin on old Will.

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SUNSHINE

Susan Granger’s review of “SUNSHINE” (Paramount Classics)

Hungarian director Istvan Szabos’ epic, three-hour saga chronicles the rise and fall of three tumultuous generations of a troubled Hungarian Jewish family. Their name is Sonnenschein, which means sunshine in German; the title also refers to a delicious herbal tonic that the family brews. Ralph Fiennes plays three roles: the patriarch, Ignatz Sonnenschein, who marries his cousin and begins the process of assimilation by changing the family name to Sors; his son, Adam, who converts to Roman Catholicism, primarily to get into Budapest’s best fencing club, and becomes an Anti-Semitic snob, slashing his way to Olympics victory; and Adam’s son, cynical Ivan Sors, who joins the Communist secret police after W.W.II. The sweeping story by Israel Horovitz begins in 1840 and extends through the fall of Communism, encompassing more than 100 years – like Bertolucci’s “1900” and Visconti’s “Leopard.” Its theme is how all governments – Monarchy, Fascism or Communism – are corrupt, and how the choices we make – for better or worse – determine our future. In a unique casting twist, Jennifer Ehle plays Valerie, the woman whom Ignatz loves, and, as she ages, Ms. Ehle’s real-life mother, acclaimed actress Rosemary Harris, continues the same character about whom a grandson says, “She was the only one of us who had the gift of breathing freely.” Recently, mother and daughter were both Best Actress Tony-Award competitors; Ms. Ehle won for “The Real Thing.” On the Granger Movie Gauge of to 10, “Sunshine” is a thoughtful, ambitious, elegant 8 – but, because of its length, it’s better suited as a three-part TV miniseries on an adult-oriented channel that could accommodate the graphic brutality of one torture scene in a concentration camp, along with the sexual content and nudity.

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3 STRIKES

Susan Granger’s review of “3 STRIKES” (MGM release)

Referring to California’s controversial ordinance that requires a mandatory sentence of 25 years to life for anyone convicted of a third felony, the title tells it all – and this inept movie is definitely out. Written and directed by D.J. Pooh, the rap-record producer who co-wrote Friday (1995) with Ice Cube, it adds little to the urban comedy genre. Brian Hooks plays a hapless twice-jailed loser who has every intention of going straight when he’s released from the Los Angeles County Jail. “I’m going to do whatever it takes not to go back,” he vows. But when his pal, De’Aundre Bonds, picks him up in a stolen car, they smoke a little weed and get involved in freeway gunplay with the LAPD. He’s innocent but his image is caught on videotape. Immediately, he finds he’s once again on the lam – with no one willing to help him. So where does he hide? The Ritz Carlton Hotel, where else? Who would think to look for him there in the midst of a citywide manhunt? On the screen, just about everything goes wrong. The crude script is inane, the characters little more than racial stereotypes, the rude dialogue filled with clichŽs, and flatulence propels the toxic humor. Even the car chases are boring. N’Bushe Wright doesn’t stand a chance as Hooks’ remarkably tolerant girl-friend, and David Alan Grier is wasted as a trigger-happy detective on his trail. On the Granger Movie Gauge of 1 to 10, 3 Strikes barely musters a 2. This is a truly dismal cinematic experience!

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THE CLOSER YOU GET

Susan Granger’s review of “THE CLOSER YOU GET” (Fox Searchlight)

After producer Umberto Pasolini made The Full Monty about four unemployed Englishmen, he turned his attention to Ireland, where five frustrated, Guinness-guzzling bachelors feel they’re sorely in need of spicy female companionship. Every night, they meet at the pub and bemoan the lack of eligible women around. To that end, they place an ad in The Miami Herald, inviting any and every adventurous “fit and healthy” American woman to visit their remote, rustic fishing village on the west coast. Object: matrimony. It’s an action that precipitates much consternation among the local Irish womenfolk. Of course, the romantic fantasy is a lot of blarney because you know exactly what’s going to happen long before it does in William Ivory’s whimsical script which is based on a story by Herbie Wave. Ian Hart, who played John Lennon in Backbeat and the detective in The End of the Affair, is the ring-leader, Kieran O’Donnagh, a butcher who doesn’t seem to notice that his feisty female assistant Siobhan (Cathleen Bradley) secretly adores him. His sheep-farming brother Ian (Sean McGinley) also doesn’t seem to notice that the right woman for him is pouring drinks just across the bar. And so it goes. Is this another Waking Ned Devine? No – but first-time film director Aileen Ritchie keeps it frothy, particularly when Bo Derek’s 10 unspools at the church’s movie night instead of The Ten Commandments. On the Granger Movie Gauge of 1 to 10, The Closer You Get is an engaging, amusing 7, proving “the closer you get to something, the harder it is to see.”

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THE NINTH GATE

Susan Granger’s review of “THE NINTH GATE” (Artisan)

Problem is: when Roman Polanski directs and Johnny Depp stars, you expect more than you get in this grim, third-rate horror mystery. Returning to his Rosemary’s Baby roots, Roman Polanski helms this thriller, casting Johnny Depp as an unscrupulous antique book dealer who is hired by a wealthy New York publisher, Frank Langella, who has just acquired a rare 17th century Venetian text called The Nine Gates of the Kingdom of the Shadows. Langella is a demonologist who believes that this tome, along with another two, are manuals of satanic invocation. Legend has it that if the engravings in the books are assembled properly, Lucifer will be released from Hell. Depp’s assignment is to locate the other two volumes in France and Portugal and to ascertain their authenticity. Interesting concept. Only what comes next makes little sense. Depp goes to Europe and develops what he terms a “growing obsession” with his mission. Predictably, there’s a femme fatale, Lena Olin, along with Polanski’s wife, Emmanuelle Seigneur, who serves as Depp’s mysterious guardian. Based on the novel El Club Dumas by Arturo Perez-Reverte, it’s been adapted for the screen by Enrique Urbizu, John Brownjohn, and the director who make the quest remarkably incoherent and quite lacking in suspense. Cinematographer Darius Khondji does remarkably sinister camera work, and production designer Dean Tavoularis creates a convincing replica of Manhattan since Polanski, who is considered a fugitive, could not film in the United States. Curiously, if you saw Eyes Wide Shut, you may find the secret sect of robed society people interested in the occult vaguely familiar. On the Granger Movie Gauge of 1 to 10, The Ninth Gate is a blithering baroque 4. Scary? No. Silly? Yes.

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