Since it worked so well for my White Collar recaps, I'm going to do the Elevator Recap here as well: that is, a brief recap that would last as long as an elevator ride. (OK, maybe a 50-story ride with all the buttons pushed.)
Dewey tried to kill Wade Messer under the cover of night in a forest, but Messer got away and Dewey took a bad tumble trying to find him. Of course. It's Dewey. NOTHING ever goes right for him. As if to drive that point home, it was revealed in Art Mullen's office that Messer was a confidential informant for the government. Art Mullen sent Raylan Givens to go look for him since the C.I. had missed a prearranged phone call. Since Mullen also knew that Givens had history with Messer -- the dope had helped Dickie Bennett set up the deputy marshal for Bennett to try to kill him in another season -- he sent along Tim Gutterson, another marshal, to keep an eye on Givens.
Later Dewey woke up to find himself lost, with no cell phone reception. After stumbling around a while and even bargaining with God, he found his intended victim again, sprawled on the ground, dying. He was about to finish him off when a family that was hunting nearby saw Dewey, who was quite bloodied from his own fall. The dimwitted Crowe was able to get them to take him away on their ATV, leaving Messer behind unseen.
In their search for Messer, the two marshals found other Crowes, including Kendal, a young teen boy who was tending bar at Dewey's whorehose, along with a rather ornery pit bull that belonged to Danny Crowe, who was staying at Messer's place. There was no sign of the C.I.
In other situations, Boyd and Cousin Johnny met at the jail, along with Ava. It was a nice public Boyd attempt to foster a truce, but Johnny was having none of it. Boyd wound up having him followed by one of his men. He was going to go see him ... with some firepower. It was just as he was leaving that Givens and Gutterson came in, looking for Messer. Boyd had known he was a C.I. and was feeding him bad info. Boyd gave him the number of the burner phone that Messer was using and Givens located him, with the help of some circling scavengers, dead. Dewey and Darryl Crowe (Michael Rapaport) also saw that Messer was no longer on this planet, which spared Dewey from having to try to finish the job.
In jail, Ava was threatened by a male guard and nearly raped in her cell, but a female guard was looking out for her. She intervened and then later beat the male guard up outside, warning him that Ava was protected.
Mullen had a conversation with Ed Kirkland, the Chief Deputy of the Detroit branch, about a possible lead in the Nicky Augustine murder and went out there to a talk to one of the Canadian mobsters that Boyd and Wynn Duffy had met in a previous episode. The mobster indicated that the late Sammy Tonin had said that he had a Kentucky lawman in his pocket and that Mullen could talk to Picker, who was staying at Duffy's. This was pretty heavily pointing at Givens, though it really was an FBI Agent that was dirty (and was also dead).
Darryl gave Dewey a rah-rah speech about how the Crowes were going to do some really remarkable stuff in Harlan. Givens then came and took Kendal into custody, since he had been serving alcohol to people as a minor. Darryl said that he wouldn't let him and it looked like there might be some gunfire, but Kendal decided to go with Givens into custody.
Raylan was with Allison and after they finished having sex, she was ready to have him leave, but he got her to talk about her day and she talked about a horrible situation with a father chaining his son to a radiator. The lawman decided to stay the night and comfort her.
Mooney showed Lee Paxton the fake dead hand of Boyd, so as to throw the scent off there. Mara, his wife, asked if he still wanted to pursue charges against Ava. He said he did, which would clear the way for her to make a romantic move on Boyd. Hmm.
After seeing that Johnny had teamed up with Hot Rod Dunham, Boyd found more hidden bodies at Johnny's location.
Things are going to get really interesting with Givens and Mullen, especially now that Chief Deputy is digging even more into Augustine's death.
Boyd is going to really lay the hammer down on Dunham and Johnny soon.
I foresee a big fight between Ava and Mara at some point in the season.
Michael Rapaport is a great actor, but I am not entirely seeing his menace as Darryl Crowe. Sure, he's willing to have people killed -- even his own family -- but I think he'd run screaming from Maggs Bennett if he'd met her. She bludgeoned her own son's hand, for crying out loud. Darryl's more the delegating type.
Alison seems more and more like a good match for Givens. I hope nothing happens to her.
"Are you a midget? That's a midget shovel." -- Dewey to Messer, who only had a tiny shovel, ostensibly to look for buried money.
"Blah Blah Blah Blah. I almost forgot how much I hate the sound of your voice. Using every word in Websters without saying a thing." -- Johnny to Boyd, who does love to use SAT words every opportunity that he gets.
"Well, you ain't tailed a Crowder." -- Boyd admonishing his man to be careful in following Johnny.
"Did it get you?" -- Givens asking Gutterson if the dog had bit him as they clambered up car roofs to get away.
"No, but I think something just came between me and my Calvins." -- Gutterson always has a line even under duress.
"You want to challenge?" -- Boyd to Gutterson. Of course Boyd would play Scrabble with Gutterson while waiting for Givens to checkout Messer's whereabouts.
"You'll have to talk to Picker.""Picker?""Yeah. I don't know if that's a first name, a last name or a nom de guerre." -- The Canadian mobster showed Mullen an impressive vocabulary. Maybe he picked up a bit from Boyd.
"You going to send him back over the river?""Might as well. We've got too many damn Canadians here. Justin Bieber, Celine Dion...""Steve Nash." -- Mullen and Kirkland
"You sound like you're trying to sell me tires." -- Dewey to Darryl about his Crowe family pitch.
Danny Boyle paid tribute to fellow director and former collaborator Hamish Hamilton as he scooped the top honour at the British Academy of Film and Television Arts (BAFTA) TV Craft Awards on Sunday (28Apr13). Hamilton was handed the ceremony's Special Award in honour of his lengthy career, in which he has taken charge of Madonna and Beyonce's Super Bowl half-time shows, as well as overseeing the Oscars and concerts for stars including Neil Diamond, U2 and Robbie Williams.
Boyle, Beyonce, Bono, Usher and Williams all recorded video messages to be shown at the annual prizegiving, which recognises behind-the-scenes talent.
In his tribute clip, the Slumdog Millionaire moviemaker praised his pal for the work they did together on last year's (12) opening ceremony of the Olympic Games.
He declared, "Imagination is not the ability to invent but to reveal what is already there. Hamish has that."
The 2012 Olympics were a big winner at the London event - three prizes were handed out to the technical teams behind coverage of the games, while Darryl Hammer bagged the Production Design honour for Sienna Miller's Alfred Hitchcock drama The Girl.
In the opening scenes of the new "comedy" Jack and Jill commercial director Jack Sadelstein (Adam Sandler) and his business partners take a break from the set of their Regis Philbin-starring Pepto Bismol commercial to discuss the prospect of landing Al Pacino for a new Dunkin' Donuts spot. Even with the pressure mounting the idea of landing the A-Lister is the least of Jack's worries—his real stress stemming from his heinous twin sister Jill (also played by Sandler) who is scheduled to visit for Thanksgiving. We don't know much about Jill at that point but even the prospect of spending a few days with his sibling prompts the cankerous Jack to chug an entire bottle of the commercial's pink antidiarrheal product.
Turns out the medical cocktail was quite appropriate. By the end of Jack and Jill kicking back an entire bottle of Pepto Bismol may be the first logical step to curing the gut-wrenching feeling induced by the movie's painfully lazy antics. To call the latest from Sandler's Happy Madison Productions (Paul Blart: Mall Cop Grown Ups Bucky Larson: Born to Be a Star) a bad movie isn't strong enough. Nor is describing it as a complete void of comedy. And the movie doesn't even come close to a so-stupid-its-funny scenario. No Jack and Jill is honest to goodness mental destruction—a collision of half-baked comedy sketches violent potty humor shrouded racism shotgun celebrity cameos and unapologetic product placement. There is more coherency care and consideration poured in to a child's spin art painting than any moment Sandler or director Dennis Dugan whip up for this film.
From the movie's very first moments to its obvious ham-fisted conclusion the mere presence of Jill sends Jack into a temper meltdown—and it's not hard to see why. Sandler's lady from the Bronx is a loud abhorrent self-loathing woman an obtuse fish-out-of-water who sees no issue with stereotyping Jack's adopted Indian son or using phrases like "make chocolate squirties" after a night of chimichangas (may I recommend Pepto Bismol?). The script would like us to feel sympathetic for Jill as she's turned down by every man she meets adding to her existing physical appearance woes ("I'm too fat!" she declares before hopping up on a horse and crushing it under her own weight). Unfortunately it's obvious that no one behind-the-camera actually gives a damn about her or any of the other characters to help realize that struggle honestly or humorously.
Knowing the movie can't entirely rely on Jill's flatulence to baffle its audience Jack and Jill employs a number of shameless drive-by appearances from across the Hollywood spectrum to replace actual entertainment. Johnny Depp Jared the Subway Guy Shaq Bruce Jenner the Sham-Wow Guy and Drew Carey (who Jill meets while embarrassing herself on The Price Is Right) all stop by for a cheap laugh. Maybe that's a good thing—the cameos are nonsensical enough to distract from Jack and Jill's plot one that trudges along at a glacial pace as Jill finds ways to stay at Jack's house and ruin her brother's life.
Sandler recruited Katie Holmes and Al Pacino to fill the film's two non-twin roles and to the benefit of their careers he gives them little to do. Holmes isn't given a single scene in which she does anything more than rag on Jack for hating his sister or detach objects her son perpetually tapes to his body (a pepper shaker a hamster a bird a lobster). Pacino has a meatier role one that you may even expect to garner a few laughs spoofing his thunderous thespian self who melts at the sight of Jill. But the material director Dennis Dugan bestows on the legendary actor is scraped from the bottom of the barrel. Not even Pacino can make passing off gibberish as a foreign language funny. The saving grace for the movie is watching Pacino go method and pursue Jill as Don Quixote from The Man of La Mancha. At that point the reference is a reminder that out there somewhere beyond the movie theater/black hole playing Jack and Jill is a world full of culture and class.
Jack and Jill isn't really a movie but more of an extended Royal Caribbean Cruises commercial with a Dunkin Donuts dance number set to an extended fart exploding from a dragged-out Adam Sandler's buttocks. The bar for entertainment value has never been set lower than this film an experience so toxic to the mind that along with its PG-rating should carry a warning label from Surgeon General.
Better make it two Pepto-Bismols.
WHAT IT’S ABOUT?
Proving that everything “old” can be new again 17 Again opens in 1989 where star basketball player Mike O’Donnell turns his back on a college scholarship deciding instead to marry his girlfriend Scarlet when she reveals they are suddenly expecting a baby. Cut to 20 years later Mike’s marriage and job are floundering when he is physically transformed back into his 17-year-old self although his mind and sensibilities still remain that of a decidedly square thirtysomething dude. With the help of his nerdy-turned-billionaire best childhood buddy Ned he gets himself enrolled in the same school his own teenage kids now attend. Can he help them avert the same kinds of mistakes now that he (sorta) has a second chance to change?
WHO’S IN IT?
Zac Efron (High School Musical) shoots and scores in a breakout starring role. He shows he’s got the comic chops to believably pull off the way-out-there premise of being a 37-year-old trapped in a 17-year-old’s body. Matthew Perry (Friends) does a nice job bookending the movie as the older Mike but it’s Efron’s show all the way. Thomas Lennon follows up his hilarious supporting antics as the spurned man-date in I Love You Man with some equally amusing work as Mike’s friend Ned while Leslie Mann plays the estranged wife in style. As Mike’s kids who unknowingly become high school buds with their own father newcomer Sterling Knight and Michelle Trachtenberg get enough screen time to shine. Melora Hardin (The Office) is also quite funny as the school principal that lovelorn Ned keeps stalking.
Although the premise of the adult/kid switcheroo has been done to death director Burr Steers and writer Jason Filardi take it one step further a la It's a Wonderful Life or Damn Yankees by letting their main character regain his youth for the chance to see what his life would be like if he could live it another way. This fanciful premise makes this “teen” comedy one that adults will probably enjoy even more.
The filmmakers sometimes have a tendency to go over the top particularly in the "Star Wars fight sequence" when the newly transformed Mike confronts old friend Ned with the news and a laser battle erupts (!). Another scene where 17-year-old Mike is seduced by his own unwitting daughter may be funny but it veers a little too far into creepy territory.
DOES THIS SOUND FAMILIAR?
If you like 17 Again try renting 18 Again in which 81-year-old George Burns switches places with his grandson. Or how about Big Vice Versa Like Father Like Son or either version of Freaky Friday? And who said there are no original ideas in Hollywood ...
NETFLIX OR MULTIPLEX?
A no-brainer — the "Zac Pack" will be out in force on opening day.
Shedding many of those trappings that make a James Bond movie well a James Bond movie Quantum of Solace is really the first sequel ever in the long-running series. While it’s always exciting something gets seriously shaken and stirred in the translation. Picking up exactly where the brilliant Casino Royale left off we see Bond (Daniel Craig) trying to get to the bottom of why his love Vesper Lynd had to die jumping right into the first of many MANY chases as he traverses six countries. Still on rogue patrol Bond then inadvertently meets the crafty and gorgeous Camille (Olga Kurylenko) who introduces Bond to the evil Dominic Green (Mathieu Amalric) the head of an eco-phony stealth operation angling for some prime desert land while financing a crooked Bolivian general’s planned coup. With the ever resourceful M (Judi Dench) trying to keep him in line at all times Bond must put his revenge plans on hold as he crosses paths not only with Greene and his fake pro-environment front but also the intriguing and mysterious group known as Quantum. In this outing Daniel Craig -- leaner and meaner than any previous Bond -- really becomes a man of single-minded determination and grit. He’s less like the James Bond we know and love and more a humorless killing machine like Jason Bourne (those two should really get together). Still Craig is such a compelling actor that we are with him all the way even if he doesn’t go for the suave Bond moves. Olga Kurylenko is a great foil but not totally in the tradition of a Bond girl. A later encounter with Gemma Arterton as a British agent in Bolivia does however briefly recall the heyday of Goldfinger. Judi Dench has taken the perfunctory role of M and turned it into a full-blown supporting role. Her dry wit and take-no-prisoners attitude is welcomed every time she shows up on screen. French star Mathieu Amalric (The Diving Bell and the Butterfly) doesn’t really pull off his villainous alter-ego ecologist while Jeffrey Wright is pretty much wasted as U.S. agent Felix Leiter. At least Giancarlo Giannini returns for some nice moments with his Craig. Although they usually leave the challenging job of steering the Bond ship to an English director oddly this time the baton was handed to Marc Forster known more for his intimate dramas such as Finding Neverland and Monster's Ball. His grip on the action sequences is secure but he never really seems to have a handle on what distinguishes this legendary movie spy from everyone else. There’s a reason Bond has survived as a screen icon for almost half a century but the sort of workman-like filmmaking Forster displays here does not represent 007’s finest hour. It’s almost like the producers had a checklist: car chase on winding roads; boat chase; airplane chase; rooftop chase -- all check. Quantum of Solace is definitely worth checking out however. I mean it IS Bond and we wait for these movies on bated breath. Just maybe next time a little less Bourne please.
Within the whole sports genre we really haven’t seen a Ping-Pong movie before—especially one portayed in such a spectacularly goofy way. Former child Ping-Pong prodigy Randy Daytona (Dan Fogler) who was unceremoniously defeated decades ago is now reduced to performing ball tricks on stage at a local bar. But Randy’s luck changes when FBI Agent Rodriguez (George Lopez) recruits him for a secret mission: to ferret out FBI’s Most Wanted arch-villain and Ping-Pong connoisseur Feng (Christopher Walken) the man who killed Randy’s father. But times have changed since Randy choked and Ping-Pong is now played in an unsanctioned underground and extreme kind of way. Randy has to get into shape with the spiritual guidance of a blind Ping-Pong master named Wong (James Hong) and his kickass niece Maggie (Maggie Q) in order to make it to Feng’s mysterious jungle compound to play in the most unique Ping-Pong tournaments ever staged. Randy has his work cut out for him though if he’s going to wield his paddle and triumph over rampant wickedness. Who is this Dan Fogler guy and why haven’t we seen him before? Apparently he’s been on stage winning a Tony Award for his work in the Broadway play The 25th Annual Putnam County Spelling Bee among other things. Now Hollywood is beckoning—and it looks like Fogler has the chops to stick it out. Sort of a cross between Jack Black and Meatloaf the actor totally makes Balls of Fury’s campiness work. He also has lots of help from his fellow players: Lopez is hilarious as the FBI agent who has been working a desk job but fancies himself a James Bond; veteran Asian actor Hong gets to use chopsticks in some interesting ways as the sage but cantankerous Wong; the hard-bodied Maggie Q (wonder what the "Q" stands for) who up to this point has only kicked butt in action movies like Live Free or Die Hard and Mission: Impossible III plays it light in Balls; and of course Mr. Walken as the evil Feng doing his own impression of any Bond villian you can think of while still being Christopher Walken. That man has WAY too much fun in this film. Also look for loads of cameos by recognizable folks. Director/co-writer Robert Ben Garant and his screenwriting partner actor Thomas Lennon (who plays Randy’s hysterical uber-Nazi Ping-Pong rival Karl Wolfschtagg) certainly have a peculiar sense of humor something they created while working on MTV’s The State’s sketch comedy back in the ‘90s and then cultivated on their Comedy Central show Reno: 911!. They’ve gone PG with writing credits such as Night at the Museum and The Pacifier but have gotten R-rated especially with the Reno 911: Miami big-screen effort. Balls of Fury falls somewhere in between (that would be PG-13)--a mixture of James Bond bad martial-arts films Matrix-like slow-mo effects and just about any sports movie starring Will Ferrell. In other words for as many tiny balls that get batted around in any number of silly ways if you buy into their particular brand of comedy (like me) Balls of Fury will keep you in stitches. Oh and if you're a Def Lepperd fan you'll also be pleased with the soundtrack.