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The Pevensie children have barely adjusted to wartime London after returning through the back of a magical wardrobe. It’s practically yesterday that they shuffled behind some old coats and discovered Narnia, defeated the White Witch and reigned into young adulthood as the mystical world’s kings and queens.
Change is faster in their idyllic kingdom. Narnia has exceeded their legacy by some 1,300 years. Vicious invaders have usurped paradise, nearly eradicating the Narnians. Prince Caspian (Ben Barnes: Stardust) is the rightful heir to the conquerors’ throne. But a power play turns him, leading him to discover his true path and take up the noble cause of restoration. In his struggle he accidentally summons the four Pevensie sibs, and together they raise revolution against the oppressive king Miraz (Sergio Castellitto: Paris, je t’aime).
This second visit to Narnia handily outclasses the first film of the series: The Lion, The Witch, and the Wardrobe. Director Andrew Adamson, who helmed both, has fallen into stride, achieving a significant all-around improvement.
To start, Prince Caspian benefits from stronger adaptation. Plot moves easily among adventure, drama, humor and neat-o mysticism. This one seems better suited for popular tastes, being a magical, sword-swinging underdog epic presented in familiar format. It might also be a superior story to the first. Religious allegory still features big. But Caspian’s self-determination/mysterious ways/crisis of faith is subtler than the prior’s apocalyptic resurrection tale, making for a gentler balance of escapism and message.
Escapism blooms from ample fisticuffs, swordplay and warfare. Action crops up with appropriate consistency to drive the plot and keep the film fun. Sword scenes are more finely choreographed, and even the awkward Pevensies of old are fluid heroes. It also becomes apparent that C.S. Lewis was buddy-buddy with the Lord of the Rings’ J.R.R. Tolkien; some elements run in direct parallel to the Rings trilogy, tweaked with original Narnia signature.
Most dramatic of any improvements from the first Narnia film is the quality of acting. Where the prior seemed plastic, this one is colorful with personality. The young actors are more comfortable in the skin of Lucy (Georgie Henley), Edmund (Skandar Keynes), Susan (Anna Popplewell) and Peter (William Moseley). Smarter scripting helps, as depth and sharper wit infuse everyone from the fated four to skeptic dwarf Trumpkin (Peter Dinklage: Death at a Funeral) to the scene-stealing mouse chief Reepicheep (voice of Eddie Izzard, Mr. Kite in Across the Universe).
Adamson, who also directed the first two Shrek movies, once again proves adept at punching up CGI creatures with fun personality; Reepicheep in particular reminds of Shrek 2’s Puss in Boots. Mythical Narnians interact more convincingly with the fleshed players this time around, thanks to heightened CGI realism and tighter cues. The minotaurs are particularly cool.
Caspian is a big improvement over Wardrobe, but it does not gleam perfect. Book-loyal Lewis fans might object to seeing the material diverted mainstream. Juvenile attempts at romance are clumsy and random. Epic action often devolves into a formless clatter of violence; much of the run time could have been abridged here — for the movie does run longer than need be. While the movie lacks bloodshed, there is much killing — done by the Pevensie kids, to boot — which might check parents considering a family outing.
Ultimately, this is a well-made fantasy in spite of its hiccups. Fans of the genre will likely enjoy.
Good fantasy drama • PG • 147 min.
Lambeau Fields (David Koechner; Todd Packer in The Office) is the worst coach in sports history, having never won a game. Consequently, he’s thrown in the headset. Then old assistant Freddie (Carl Weathers, Rocky) finds him at his new gig as stable hand and offers a way out as Heartland State University’s new football coach. After wrestling with his commitment to the family he doesn’t remember, Fields heads to Plainfolk, Texas, to turn around a team of misfits.
The flick directly targets inspirational (and less-than inspirational) sports movies with its slapstick. Among the many riffs on football films are spoofs of Rudy, Radio, Friday Night Lights and The Gridiron Gang. But its aim is broader, using flashbacks and asides to lampoon the likes of Miracle, Bend it Like Beckham, Stick It and even Dodgeball. Inspirational athletics may be ripe for lampoon, but this film can’t land the jokes. Most of its attempts at spoofing source material are contrived of dunderheaded contrarianism (“Your grades are too good to play on my team”). Jokes that would have succeeded better as a cursory surprise are brought to fore and delivered flatly. There is never the slightest hint of subtlety in any joke, and even gags easily gotten are hammered home with dim punchline follow-ups. Crass innuendo, out-of-context drag, random violence, toilet humor and the gratuitously scanty buxom round out this flick’s lowbrow laugh track.
The jokes are stupid, but ultimately, stupidity isn’t the problem. Slapstick aficionados Mel Brooks and David Zucker built careers by embracing idiocy to great comic effect. The problem here is laziness. First, there’s no storyline; instead the character Fields is the slightest connective thread in a string of simple references.
In The Comebacks, director Tom Brady (The Hot Chick) offers filler of little interest. Original material is dim sex jokes and poorly executed running gags. Some jokes approach the dizzying heights of amusing, such as the geriatric Rocky gag (an idea lifted from a background poster in Airplane 2). But you know the movie’s in trouble when a brief coin-toss cameo by Andy Dick makes for one of its brightest moments.
Delivery is a fundamental problem, as well. Earnestly cheesy cop dialogue helped Leslie Nielsen shine in the Naked Gun series. Here the dialogue is utterly bland. This is an especially glaring failure, given the sports world’s supply of florid commentary and flaky phrase.
This is a flick worth avoiding. If you’re curious, just wait. It’ll be on basic cable soon enough.
Poor comedy • PG-13 • 84 mins.
We’d like a romantic comedy that resembles the way things might happen in real life. To do that, the filmmakers have to do more than have one good idea.
Jennifer Garner stars in the lightweight and wrongheaded romantic comedy Catch and Release. Writer-director Susannah Grant (writer of Erin Brockovich, 28 Days) has a good premise that swims slowly away amidst an empty sea of decent writing.
Gray Wheeler (Garner) is a beautiful bride whose fiancée dies at his own bachelor party. We see Gray at the funeral, which was supposed to be her wedding day (really?!), trying to cope with what’s next. Fortunately for her, that won’t be so hard thanks to two of her fiancée’s goofy friends (Kevin Smith and Sam Jaeger) and another sly but handsome Hollywood type (Timothy Olyphant) — he actually is from Hollywood — who holds a secret about her dead fiancée. (Doesn’t she have any girlfriends?) Mild antics ensue, and Gray manages to land on her feet x in a manner of speaking.
I don’t think we ask for much from our romantic comedies: Something not too heavy, something that will make us chuckle and maybe shed a tear. More than anything, we’d like a romantic comedy that resembles the way things might happen in real life, even in the most ridiculous situations. We want to relate to the emotions on the screen. To do that, the filmmakers have to do more than have one good idea. A little smarts about story development could’ve gone a long way here.
And what is it with Garner’s upper lip? She can barely close her mouth with that thing. She’s beautiful and all, but she’s not a very good actress. Meanwhile, her upper lip looks like it’s been squirted full of whatever Meg Ryan is leaving on the plastic surgeon’s floor. In one kissing scene, it even gets in the way.
Yes, there is a kissing scene (and more) after Gray falls for her dead fiancée’s best friend. Done smartly, we could be quite interested; But smart it’s not, so it’s unforgivable. Sorry to give away part of the plot, but if you see this movie, you’ll have it figured out pretty quickly. Quickly enough that you’ll wish you hadn’t caught this film.
Poor romantic comedy • PG-13 • 111 mins.
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