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Illegal Tender movie

Even as the teenage girlfriend of a South Bronx drug dealer, Millie DeLeon is the investment adviser you’d want on your account. Without telling him, Millie invests his profits in Microsoft. This was in the late 1980s. “I only made one mistake,” she tells her son years later. “I didn’t buy enough.”

What she bought, however, was enough to turn $2 million into a fortune, and as the story jumps forward 20 years Millie (Wanda DeJesus) is living in an elegant suburban home, and one of her sons, Wilson DeLeon Jr., is attending Danbury College, pulling down 4.0 grades and is in love with a student named Ana (Dania Ramirez). He also dotes on his kid brother Randy (Antonio Ortiz), who is by a different father, because Wilson DeLeon Sr. got gunned down in a mob grudge on the day he was born.

They lead a life both comfortable and dangerous, as Millie realizes in the supermarket one day when she is spotted by a hit woman from her past. In a panic, she races home, tells the boys to start packing because they’re moving again and sets a revenge tragedy into motion.

“Illegal Tender” was written and directed by Franc. Reyes, who is fascinated by the zero degrees of separation between low and high finance. Reyes’ first film was “Empire” (2002), about another young South Bronx kingpin fascinated by the lifestyle of a flashy Wall Street wonderkid. His protagonist this time comes closer to making an escape, but the bad guys from his mother’s boyfriend’s past have long memories, and more reasons than we think for wanting her and her family dead.

My advice to her would be twofold: Move to a suburb a lot farther away from the Bronx than Connecticut, and do not give your son his father’s name with a “junior” tacked on. How many Wilson DeLeon Juniors can there be who are not the offspring of the Wilson DeLeon?

Never mind. This movie is based on drama, not logic. Otherwise four or five hit men would not come calling in broad daylight and open fire at the outside the DeLeon house. Hit men are supposed to be more clever than that, no? And is it possible they could all, every last one, be wiped out by a fortyish housewife and her son whose entire gun experience consists of shooting three cans off a rock in only about 11 shots? And all before the cops arrive? A running gun battle in a rich suburb usually gets a pretty quick response.

We’re not thinking a lot about things like that, however, because the dynamic of the movie circles DeJesus and her passionate performance as a mother who wants to protect her family. The other main strand is how Wilson Jr. evolves in a short time from Joe College to his father’s son. This journey takes him back to Puerto Rico and a search for his father’s past.

“How come you speak such good Spanish?” the kingpin asks him. “I’m Puerto Rican,” he says. “Yeah,” he says, “but most Puerto Ricans from New York speak lousy Spanish.” I wanted Wilson Jr. to explain, “Plus, I got a four-point average in Spanish at school.”

Like his “Empire,” “Illegal Tender” has the potential to be a better film than it is. Reyes obviously wants to make a rags-to-riches story about a Puerto Rican kid from the streets who climbs the American financial ladder, and almost equally obviously he doesn’t really want to sell it to Hollywood as a guns-and-drugs movie. I urge him to just go ahead and do it. The film’s producer, John Singleton, whose own life has taken him from Los Angeles outsider to the top in Hollywood, would probably support him. And if it’s true that Reyes has his act so together that he shot this good-looking film in only 28 days, he could do it at the right price.

As it is, “Illegal Tender” works as a melodrama, and it benefits enormously from the performance of Wanda DeJesus. She isn’t a big movie star, but so good that she’s cast by them and works with them in major roles; she co-starred with Clint Eastwood in his “Blood Work,” has been cast in major roles by such directors as Michael Mann, Laurence Fishburne and Joel Schumacher, is all over “CSI: Miami” and has real screen presence. She sells us her character and her concerns, and with this screenplay, she has her work cut out for her.

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Identity Theft movie

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  • Filed under: Crime, Drama
  • Date: Sep 23,2008

When a drug deal turns into a bloodbath, a junkie-gangster crosses paths with an illegal alien. The illegal alien ends up with the gangster’s ID and uses it to create a new successful life as a US citizen. A near death experience causes the gangster to re-evaluate his life, and when he leaves prison three years later, he is clean, sober, and ready to put his life back together. But both men are haunted by their pasts and they are soon set on a collision course that may destroy them and the women they love.

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Identity movie

An out-of-the-way motel. An introverted manager with a skeleton in the closet. Guests who lose their heads at the first signs of trouble. Sound familiar? Although the echoes of Hitchcock are certainly intentional, Identity is not Pscyho, nor does it strive to be. A movie that successfully navigates the line between psychological thriller and slasher horror movie, Identity ultimately metamorphoses into something unexpected and startling. What starts out as a seemingly-routine excursion into genre clich�s emerges into a more complex and satisfying arena than most viewers will anticipate.

Identity contains a major surprise, but it’s not unpremeditated. It’s not an add-on designed to blind-side an audience. Instead, it is carefully woven into the movie’s fabric. It is foreshadowed, and, for the detective in the audience, possible to piece together before its revelation. Rather than spoiling the disclosure, this enhances it. Part of the fun of Identity is looking beyond the obvious and figuring out what is really going on. And, like Dead Again, the movie doesn’t wait until the final moments to shock the audience. There’s still plenty of story to be told once the truth is in the open, and at least one more twist to be navigated.

Because a flood has submerged all of the “exit routes,” a diverse group of strangers finds themselves stranded at an isolated motel. They include: Ed (John Cusack), a former cop who is now working as a limo driver; Caroline Suzanne (Rebecca De Mornay), the fading movie star Ed was driving; Rhodes (Ray Liotta), a corrections officer making a prisoner transfer; Maine (Jake Busey), a convicted killer in shackles; Paris (Amanda Peet), a Las Vegas hooker on her way to Florida to buy an orange grove; newlyweds Ginny (Clea DuVall) and Lou (William Lee Scott); motel manager Larry (John Hawkes); and George (John C. McGinley), an ineffectual man with a mute stepson and a seriously injured wife. As the rainy night wears on, the murders start. One-by-one, the motel guests are systematically picked off. Ed and Rhodes work feverishly to uncover the killer’s identity before no one is left alive. Meanwhile, elsewhere, a psychiatrist (Alfred Molina) is trying to stay the execution of his patient (Pruitt Taylor Vince), a convicted mass murderer who is due to die in less than 24 hours. While there is no doubt that the man committed the crimes for which he was sentenced, the doctor believes that the man is insane, and has devised a plan to demonstrate this to both the judge and the prosecutor.

One of the most clever aspects of Identity is the way in which director James Mangold and screenwriter Michael Cooney enable the two parallel stories to exist separately until they dovetail at the perfect moment. The relationship between these two plot aspects lies at the core of what Identity is trying to do. Early in the movie, Mangold announces that this isn’t going to be a traditional horror/thriller endeavor when he uses a series of short, loosely-connected flashbacks to introduce the characters and establish the situation. It’s an effective and economical way to get right into the action.

The two leads, John Cusack and Ray Liotta, were cast as much for their reputations as for their acting ability. Mangold uses their on-screen images � Cusack as the self-effacing everyman and Liotta as the heavy � to give viewers a shorthand regarding how we should feel about the characters. Of course, there’s no guarantee that this isn’t misdirection. The rest of the cast is filled out by character actors, with the exception of Rebecca De Mornay, who is given an opportunity to poke fun at her own image. (”Didn’t you used to be a movie star?”)

As he has shown in his previous movies, which include Heavy, Copland, and Girl, Interrupted, Mangold prefers character-centered pieces over action-oriented ones. Initially, Identity seems to be a departure � but early impressions can be deceiving. At a short 90 minutes, the film is exactly the right length. It moves briskly, is consistently involving, and offers some unexpected developments. I’m not sure how mainstream audiences will react to Identity � it does not remain true to the formula in which it has its roots, and it may be difficult to decipher for those who do not pay attention. Nevertheless, for anyone who enjoys smart, clever films and does not demand a traditional ending that neatly wraps up everything, Identity is an early-year treat. It’s a popcorn movie with flair, style, and intelligence that will have nearly everyone thinking (or talking) about it on the drive home.

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The Ice Harvest movie

There are those, including the distributor, who would like audiences to believe that The Ice Harvest is a comedy. At first glance, that’s not so hard to accept. After all, director Harold Ramis was one of the Ghostbusters co-writers and scored a big hit with Groundhog Day. But Ramis’ funniest work is at least a decade behind him and, while The Ice Harvest has moments of dark, macabre humor, it’s pretty much a straightforward film noir tale. You may laugh, but it won’t be often or with much gusto. This is strictly B-movie fare. It tries to do some of the same things as Kiss Kiss Bang Bang and suffers as a result of the comparison.

Our hero is a loser lawyer by the name of Charlie Arglist (John Cusack). Charlie isn’t a very nice person, but since he’s played by an actor everyone likes, we tend to overlook Charlie’s least appealing characteristics (such as the disdain with which he treats his children). Partnered with Vic (Billy Bob Thorton), who has the guts Charlie lacks, the sad-sack attorney figures out how to steal $2 million from his boss, Bill Guerrard (Randy Quaid), on Christmas Eve. After the deed is done, all he and Vic have to do is go their separate ways for a few hours, meet up at 1:00 am, split the money, and ride off into the sunset. Charlie would like to take along his idea of the perfect woman, strip joint owner Renata (Connie Nielsen), but that would mean telling her more than is wise. Meanwhile, one of Bill’s enforcers (Mike Starr) has arrived in town and is asking questions about Charlie and Vic. And Charlie’s footsteps are dogged by his drunk best friend, Pete (Oliver Platt), who wants nothing more than to spend Christmas with his buddy (rather than his wife, who happens to be Charlie’s ex).

This being film noir, there are plenty of murders, script contortions, red herrings, and double-crosses. It’s hard to say whether the ending is “happy” or not - it depends on how you define the word, and I won’t go into detail here. There are some laughs to be had, but this is a mismatch for Ramis, whose forte has never been dark material. It’s hard to say whether Joel and Ethan Coen could have had more success with the script, but the result would have been more interesting. The Ice Harvest lacks the comic momentum necessary to make it more memorable than a run-of-the-mill thriller.

I have seen the movie compared to Bad Santa, but it’s an inappropriate comparison. There are three superficial similarities - the Christmas setting, a rogues’ gallery of characters, and the presence of Billy Bob Thornton - but the films are radically different in tone, intent, and storyline. Kiss Kiss Bang Bang is a closer match, although that film is better and more energetic. For anyone on the lookout for a holiday-themed motion picture, this probably isn’t going to scratch the itch.

Can it still be said that John Cusack possesses “boyish charm,” even though he’s in his 40th year on earth? He makes Charlie identifiable. On the surface, he’s an unappealing guy, but Cusack gives him enough likeability that we find ourselves rooting for him. Billy Bob Thornton does his usual schtick - the amoral thug with flashes of charm and a heart of lead. Connie Nielsen is miscast as the femme fatale (originally, the role was ticketed for Monica Bellucci). She’s not all that interesting or sexy. Randy Quaid, playing against type (he’s not a buffoon), adds a jolt of energy, but he doesn’t show up until late in the movie. Oliver Platt does a good job portraying a drunk, but a little bit of this kind of character goes a long way, and I found myself wishing he would fall face-down in a gutter somewhere and stay there.

The Ice Harvest has a short running time of 88 minutes. Despite its brevity, it seems padded, with all sorts of irrelevant scenes and dead-end subplots taking up time. It’s hard to figure out who the target audience is, since serviceable-yet-unremarkable B-movies rarely do much business. Next time, Ramis should work to his strengths, and film noir isn’t one of them. The Ice Harvest will have melted away long before the turkey leftovers are polished off.

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I Know Who Killed Me movie

Aubrey Fleming is a meek, cerebral student starting to figure out her path in life as a writer, penning stories that seem deeper and darker than her pitch-perfect surroundings. She’s got good friends, supportive family and a stable life in an idyllic town only recently saddened by the abduction and death of a classmate.

One night, Aubrey goes missing, though we glimpse distorted flashes leading us to assume the same madman has taken, and is torturing, her. Two weeks later she’s found by the side of a forest road, missing two limbs and with no memory of how she got there. Even stranger is Aubrey’s stern declaration that she isn’t Aubrey at all; she is Dakota Moss, a coarse, hard-living exotic dancer who’s been dragged through life and somehow ended up in this particular town. Strange visions and odd, explained wounds lead her to investigate and declare that Aubrey IS still out there and is running out of time. Where do you turn when everyone assumes your identity is a cleverly constructed hoax to deal with recent horrific events?

I Know Who Killed Me is a deliberately-paced thriller with horrific elements, that doesn’t have the pacing or feel of a generic studio picture. It’s an edgy, arthouse approach most studios try to water down, so it’s a welcome surprise to see it here, though this is often the kind of film that audiences avoid in the action/special-effects filled Summertime.

Director Chris Sivertson supplied a similarly uneasy, off-kilter tone for his debut film The Lost, which easily ranks as the most disturbing yet well-crafted film I’ve ever seen in my life(it will be released this fall after its lengthy festival tour). Siverston employs an aggressive yet relevant, assured punk-rock style; A constantly creeping camera, slow nerve-wracking zooms, and smart use of music suggest and feel homage to Scorsese and Dario Argento yet it’s a vibe all his own. He also has a knack for capturing nuance and human awkwardness with throwaway lines and details that never detract from the story, though I can see some viewers being tripped up by moments like this from being so used to seeing streamlined ‘movie characters’ in more traditional Hollywood narratives.

A deliberately stylized color palette helps to heighten visual links and clues to (or distractions from) the mystery, as well as depict the heightened drug-state spoken about (the villian dopes up his victims with amphetamines in order to ensure they experience and are hyper-aware of ALL of what they go through).

Performances are across-the-board good, particularly in its lead. Lohan easily taps into the authentic darkness and adult sexuality Dakota has presumably been witness to her entire life; unlike some younger pop actresses who would assume a role of this caliber to say “I can be dark, see?” she owns it. Julia Ormond and Neal McDonough each have inspired moments as Lohan’s exasperated parents.

Eventually all the film’s loose ends are tied up, though one plot point will probably be seen as a inspired or outlandish choice depending on your point of view, even relying on paranormal researcher/radio personality Art Bell to provide exposition and insight. (eh?) Though it gets a little too familiar/traditional in its resolution(dank Silence of the Lambs-esque basements, thunderstorms to heighten dramatic impact), one hopes for future collaborations between Lohan and Sivertson, who’s a director to keep track of. Not for all tastes to be sure, but certain to be admired by those looking for offbeat, edgy tales.

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How to Rob a Bank movie

How to Rob a Bank follows in the tradition of other heist movies, but despite the state-of-the-art improvements, this potential sleeper becomes a muddled snoozer.

“I don’t know what I’m doing,” cries out Jinx Taylor (Nick Stahl) amidst the chaos caused by a bank robbery masterminded by a criminal named Simon (Gavin Rossdale). Apparently, Jinx was innocently questioning a surcharge on his ATM withdrawal when Simon shanghaied him into stealing a fortune from the bank’s vault as hostages were ordered to lie on the floor of the lobby. Jinx’s unexpected “accomplice” is a young woman, Jessica (Erika Christensen), hired by Simon to decode the bank’s security system.

While Jinx and Jessica find themselves trapped in the vault, they try to figure out their best course of action. They negotiate their options (through a cell-phone) by talking to both Simon in the lobby and police officer DeGepse (Terry Crews) outside the bank. An exit plan emerges in the form of a surprise caller named Nick (David Carradine). Using Nick as a secret collaborator, Jinx and Jessica outwit Simon and the police and figure out their own way “how to rob a bank.”

Writer-director Andrews Jenkins unabashedly reveals his affection for the caper films of yore, including Topkapi and Dog Day Afternoon and even the more recent Quick Change and Bottle Rocket. What is missing from his film are moments of both true suspense and comic relief. Most of the film stays gravely serious, yet it never captures the excitement and danger of the situation. There are so many lengthy, talky scenes in the vault between Stahl and Christensen, you forget there is a robbery and police standoff happening simultaneously outside the vault walls; the film feels much longer than its 81-minute running time.

The underlying social commentary regarding middle-class economic rebellion was better expressed in Fun with Dick and Jane (at least the 1977 version), though at least How to Rob a Bank deserves credit for trying to say something.

In his feature debut, Jenkins’ high-tech visual style masks his low-budget production, but it also becomes annoying—the shock-cuts, fast-motion photography, computer graphics and declarative musical score distract rather than enhance the storytelling.

The cast is barely adequate, though it’s hard to blame them. Stahl looks as confused as his character, Christensen comes off like a junior-miss Julia Stiles, Crews and rock singer Rossdale overact wildly, and Carradine literally phones in his performance.

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Hot Fuzz movie

It’s a tricky thing, a cult hit. How do you follow it up? Do you ride the hype, go Hollywood and risk being called a sell-out? Or stay small and potentially confine yourself to ‘Also Out’ columns for the rest of your days? The Shaun Of The Dead team has aimed for a point precisely between the two, and if they haven’t quite hit the bullseye, they’ve come extremely close.

Hot Fuzz has a much harder job to do than Shaun. Zombies overrunning the suburbs and being fought off by a pair of layabouts armed only with arrested development and on-demand flatulence is an obviously ripe idea. Big-city policeman gets sent to the leafy land of cream teas and women’s institutes? It all sounds a bit too Heartbeat to get the heart racing. Fuzz never quite achieves the boundless creativity of Shaun, but Wright and Pegg throw every joke they have at the concept until they tickle the audience into giddy submission.

The vast share of the appeal is down to the laidback chemistry between Pegg and Frost. After almost a decade together they’re clearly so comfortable in each other’s presence that they feel no need to fight for the punchline, making them terrific company for two hours. It’s initially strange to see eternal pratfaller Pegg playing the straight man, and the first 20 minutes pass slightly sluggishly as we’re introduced to his Nicholas Angel, the kind of humourless jobsworth you’d studiously avoid at the office party. Alone he’s a bit of an irritating do-gooder, but once he meets bumpkin officer PC Danny Butterman (Frost), his dull stoicism becomes the perfect comic foil for Frost, who effortlessly trundles off with the show.

Danny is an endearing, pie-eyed, sugared-up puppy of a man, packed tightly with one-liners that you’ll be quoting long after your friends have stopped speaking to you because you won’t shut the hell up.

Wright and Pegg’s talent with incidental character quirks extends to the rest of the villagers; they may be archetypes, but they’re very funny archetypes. Paddy Considine and Rafe Spall get a lot of mileage out of relatively little screen time as a pair of bellicose inspectors; Anne Reid turns a single vocal tic into one of the film’s best scenes and Timothy Dalton is so sneeringly, uproariously suspicious that he might as well be twirling his moustache, stroking a white cat and ending all his lines with “Mwa-ha-ha”. We could go on, but word counts forbid.

Wright is not just in this for the comedy, however; he wants to be an action director too. He’s certainly far from a slouch in this department, but by boldly referencing the films of Michael Bay, Tony Scott and Kathryn Bigelow he’s setting himself a high benchmark — okay, maybe marginally less so with Bigelow. He strikes a confident balance between the laughs and stunts, and his action hits have plenty of bang and flashy editing, but he does lack the ultra-cool ‘I wish I was that guy’ moments that mark out a great action set-piece. Yet if Hot Fuzz can only boast of being a good action movie, it is confidently a great comedy.

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