As I was leaving the preview screening for Free Fire, I was somewhat surprised to hear an audience member telling a compatriot that it was “the best-edited film [they’ve] seen all year.” On the one hand, the year is still short—we’re only a third of the way through it and other contenders include mish-mashed semi-coherent tripe such as The Fate of the Furious. Maybe this guy just hadn’t, you know, seen many movies this year.
Reinhold Niebuhr just won’t go away—which, for a twentieth-century liberal theologian, is saying something. Nearly a half-century after his death in 1971 he is still regularly cited in discussions of American politics (Barack Obama called him his “favorite philosopher”), many of his books are still in print, and in 2015 his major works were published by the Library of America. Now he is the subject of an impressively produced documentary—broadcasting on PBS and the World Channel this month—that will further encourage interest in America’s most popular and brilliant midcentury intellectual.
There’s a funny moment from South Park involving Kyle Broflovski’s reaction to The Passion of the Christ. He cringes and holds his head, averting his eyes from the violence done to Jim Caviezel’s Jesus. He winces and hunches. Eventually, overcome by the imagery on the screen, he vomits on himself, emotionally and physically spent.
This is basically how I felt watching The Fate of the Furious. I hope the Regal Majestic crew didn’t mind the mess.
T2 Trainspotting picks up 20 years after the events in the original film, 1996’s episodic blast through Scotland’s drug-infused underground that culminated in Mark Renton (Ewan McGregor) absconding with the proceeds of a medium-sized drug deal. Flush with cash, Mark jetted off to Amsterdam and wound up with a white-collar office gig, leaving mates Simon (Jonny Lee Miller), Spud (Ewen Bremner), and Begbie (Robert Carlyle) high and dry.