Catch Them Before They're Gone: JESSICA JONES and LEGION

Trish (Rachael Taylor) and Jessica (Krysten Ritter), in one of their better sisterly moments, from Jessica Jones (Netflix).

Two Marvel Comics-connected characters recently had their last seasons. Jessica Jones (Netflix) and Legion (FX). Official reason: cancellation. Real reason(s): Disney/Marvel is starting their own streaming service, and didn't want to invest any more money and time with adult-audience product involving minor characters in the Marvel Universe on competing networks.

If you haven't invested any time with either series, you should be in for a major treat. Both are challenging shows and defy any superhero stereotypes. No, it's not a Dark Knight treatment; it's good entertainment for adults with solid scripts and excellent performances from their acting ensembles. Jessica Jones is a crime noir series that has a female private eye who happens to have superpowers. Legion features a character loosely adjacent to the X-Men franchise, but no knowledge of any related lore is needed to view and enjoy the program.

One of my Netflix binge appointment series ended with Jessica Jones's last episode. For those not familiar or haven't been following the show lately, it ended with an appropriately bittersweet ending for the title character (played with a drunken snarl by Krysten Ritter), and nihilistic endings for her adopted mom (Rebecca De Mornay), former child star sister Trish (Rachael Taylor), and sleazy lawyer and sometimes employer Jeryn Hogarth (Carrie-Anne Moss). Don't journey into this program expecting any traditional happy endings, but if you are a viewer with a dark sense of humor, you'll be rewarded throughout its three seasons.

Jessica is a goth-dressing private eye who has superpowers of strength, leaping, and hardcore drinking (think a Maker's Mark a day). She deals with mundane cases, but also difficult cases that could threaten New York City as a whole. Season one involves a psychologically powerful villain Killgrave (a brilliant David Tennant about as far from Doctor Who as possible) who can get almost anyone to commit crimes for him, with Jessica being a notable exception. In season two, she uncovers a ring of human experimentation that includes a dangerous and unhinged killer with a troubling identity. Year three focuses on a Dexter-like serial killer (Jeremy Bobb) who doesn't have any noble vigilante angle for sympathy, and the rapidly disintegrating relationship Jessica has with Trish, once her best and possibly only good friend in her world.

If none of this sounds like superhero fodder, it isn't and doesn't play out like a hero plot either. Yes, Jessica generally prevails in the end and that's no plot spoiler for an adult viewer, but it comes at significant and painful costs for everyone. Still, if the ending wasn't satisfying on any level, you wouldn't see me recommending this series.

David (Dan Stevens) and Lenny (Aubrey Plaza) just hangin' out at the asylum in Legion (FX). 

About the only similarities Legion has with the aforementioned series is a three-season run and recent "cancellation." Take our protagonist David Haller (the versatile Dan Stevens). He is a suicidal young man whose latest attempt fatefully lands him in an asylum where David reunites with his best junkie friend Lenny (a shameless Aubrey Plaza). David also meets Sydney (Rachel Keller), who is also considered mentally disturbed, but it seems a lot more like she has powers that can endanger others, similar to David's profile. They quickly empathize with each other's plights and fall deeply in love. An asylum therapist (Jean Smart) seems benevolent enough, but what is up with the overbearing interrogator who could be FBI or CIA (Hamish Linklater)?

Of course, all is not as it seems, but it doesn't prepare you for the hallucinogenic experience of the series' remaining episodes. Think Twin Peaks meets The Prisoner meets the fourth wall breaking musical numbers in Paul Thomas Anderson films or American Horror Story. An example from the latter includes a deadly song duel of "Behind Blue Eyes" between a levitating David and his nemesis Farouk, the Shadow King (a suave and multi-lingual Navid Negabhan) in season two. By season three, David and Lenny are running their own flower child cult, trying to undo the damage they've done in the past through tripping into astral planes and time travel.

Legion is the creation of Noah Hawley, who also helms the daring but not-as-trippy television adaptation of Fargo. He stays away as far as possible from much of the Marvel back history until season three, where the father is revealed, and it shouldn't be a big surprise to comic book fans who it is. However, the fun is almost entirely and unabashedly in getting there, and unforgettable images and wonderfully warped covers of classic rock songs await attentive viewers. Those looking for something completely different, you have found your series.

Both are brief and satisfying enough as series to be binge-worthy. Legion will be on demand and on streaming services until the Great Mouse and Marvel decide to pluck it away. Same with Jessica Jones on Netflix. Enjoy the expansive possibilities that comic creations can inspire in well-crafted series.

Rating for both series: ***1/2 out of ****.

ONCE UPON A TIME IN . . . HOLLYWOOD: a review by Gordon Stamper, Jr.

The newest film from Quentin Tarantino could be the closest to summer escapism that he has ever made. With humor, great acting chemistry, and an immersive late 60's experience, the Oscar winning writer/director may have provided non-fans a gateway into his cinematic world.

In 1969 Hollywood, Rick Dalton (Leonardo DiCaprio) is a fading Western star who is now a bad guy of the week on television series. His agent Marvin Schwarzs (Al Pacino) is encouraging Rick to try Spaghetti Westerns in order to get lead parts again. He explains to his client that currently Rick's roles are the punching bag for leading men. Waiting post-meeting for the emotionally devastated Rick is his former stuntman and longtime pal Cliff Booth (Brad Pitt). Cliff also patiently drives Rick around town and to his film shoots, because Rick has lost his license due to drunk driving.

Meanwhile, the movie also follows the free-wheeling Sharon Tate (Margot Robbie) and her lifestyle of fun in the months before the infamous night on Cielo Drive and falling victim to the Manson family. She is played by Robbie as a young princess just starting to enjoy her success. A scene, where Sharon asks if she can get a free theater ticket for a movie she's in, particularly reflects her innocent and kind nature.

If you think any of this will play out as a historically accurate period picture, forget it since Tarantino is the storyteller. Action is played out in a generally chronological but rambling style, split into vignettes of following Rick, Cliff, and Sharon (who with Roman Polanski is Rick's next door neighbor) in their daily and nightly pursuits. And unknown to Cliff, worlds start coming together when he picks up the flirtatious hitchhiker Pussycat (Margaret Qualley) and drives her to a ranch where Cliff did several stints of movie work. It happens to be where the Manson Family is crashing. This leads to one of the most suspenseful set pieces in the movie, a quintessential mix of humor and tension in the Tarantino style.

All of the writer/director's work has comedy laced in the oddest and sickest moments, but much of this film's humor is in great chemistry and dialogue exchanges. DiCaprio and Pitt have great buddy rapport, with Leo comically playing the diva behind the tough guy roles, and Pitt in stoic and quiet mode, with a violent temper ready to boil over in times that call for action. Or not, as Cliff picks a fight with a martial arts on the set of a stunt job, who happens to be Bruce Lee (Mike Moh). Perhaps the funniest exchanges are on the set of a new Western with an already jaded child star (Julia Butters) who comforts a crying Rick over a book he's reading, and the slick action star James Stacy (Timothy Olyphant), who is putting up with drunk Rick's line flubbing.

Music is used more as a tool for period immersion than irony, with The Mamas and the Papas, Neil Diamond, and the Rolling Stones among the multitude of music artists jammed into the two hour and forty one minute running time. Master cinematographer Robert Richardson adds brilliant scenes of following period cars racing down the freeway with the radio cranked up high, recreating the look of late 60's television series, and tracking shots of horseback riding in the canyon that may lead to a deadly encounter between Manson family members and Cliff.

Once Upon a Time in . . . Hollywood still has some flashes of graphic violence near its conclusion, but the predominant mood is capturing and celebrating an entertainment era that has long disappeared. Tarantino wisely chose to not depend on gore (again, with the exception of the penultimate set piece), and instead made the decision to like his main characters and give them funny and incisive things to say. It's his most humane film since Jackie Brown, and it's a needed adult summer entertainment that holds up with the director's best.

Rating: **** out of ****.

Sony/Columbia Pictures presents Once Upon a Time in . . . Hollywood.  Starring Leonardo DiCaprio, Brad Pitt, Margot Robbie, Al Pacino, Kurt Russell, Dakota Fanning, Timothy Olyphant, and Luke Perry. Written and directed by Quentin Tarantino. Now playing in theaters. Rated "R" for pervasive profanity and a scene of extreme violence.

BOOK REVIEW: THE PORPOISE BY MARK HADDON

Being the author of one of my favorite 21st century books, The Curious Case of the Dog in the Nighttime, I had high expectations for Mark Haddon's latest novel, The Porpoise. It is an ambitious and troubling novel that achieves its goals, but it takes some commitment from its readers to get to the story's ultimate payoff.

The Porpoise begins with tragic momentum as the young and pregnant Swedish wife of ultra-rich Philippe dies in a plane crash, but her unborn child is saved. Torn with grief, at first Philippe doesn't even want to acknowledge he has a baby daughter, but Philippe is filled with paternal love when he holds Angelica in the hospital nursery for the first time. Unfortunately, as she grows older, Angelica also fills the role of wife and lover for her father. In her teen years, rakish art dealer Darius visits Philippe's mansion for a business deal, and quickly senses the abusive and unnatural relationship between the two. Later in the night, the novel's potential hero sneaks back to the palatial grounds for an attempted rescue of Angelica, and nearly dies for his efforts. Defeated, Darius escapes to a sailboat with the aid of his friends, setting out to sea while delirious with pain. The hallucinations begin and the novel continues.

The preceding action happens in the first sixty pages of a 294 page novel. From here, the review has some necessary spoilers--proceed with caution or please skip to the last paragraph and the star rating. What follows could either be a deal-breaker for readers, or rewarding allegorical fiction for the Me Too era. Traditional narrative ends and the novel develops into a retelling of the Greek legend of Antiochus and Shakespeare's Pericles. We follow Pericles on his heroic and tragic life journeys, along with his relationships with family and women. Alternating with this storyline are 1) a George Saunders-like tale of the spirit of Will Shakespeare leading his former acquaintance George, a failed playwright and semi-successful manager of a house of ill repute, into the afterlife; and 2) the continued plot of Angelica deteriorating mentally and physically in her mansion prison.

Perhaps the novel's biggest flaw is a disorienting and even awkward transition from action and chase scenes to a literary rumination on women's abilities and opportunities to empower their lives in times of adversity. It could be argued that this represents Darius' state of mind, but it does break narrative momentum and readers have to set their bearings. Once Haddon seems to find his evolving narrative stride, he skillfully builds momentum despite juggling three story elements.  All end with differing but generally satisfying conclusions, especially moving in the cases of Pericles' tale and Angelica.

Don't expect an easy summer read from Mark Haddon's new work. Instead, if you are willing to dive into close reading and a nautical journey of identity and women finding their abilities in challenging times, you'll find rewards sailing on The Porpoise.

Rating: *** out of ****.

The Porpoise by Mark Haddon. Published by Doubleday. Available in print and e-book formats.

VIOLET EVERGARDEN--a series review by Gordon Stamper, Jr.

With the tragic arson at Kyoto Animation Studios, I thought it appropriate to review one of its anime series commissioned for Netflix, Violet Evergarden. It is a post-wartime drama in a mythical, European-type land, but has surprising intervals of action, grace, and profundity in what could have been a melodramatic genre exercise. I came to love its characters and the nimble balance between violence and pastoral imagery.

Violet is an orphan and disabled veteran who was a warrior prodigy during the war. She is struggling to find her purpose and is placed as an "Auto Memories Doll." Thinking she might gain a greater understanding of human emotions and what it means to love, Violet throws herself into letter writing work under the tutelage of former officer and Auto Memories owner Colonel Hodgins and understanding veteran Auto Memories Dolls--understanding because Violet acts like a human robot. Dictation and typing speed are a strength, but when it comes to taking the emotional temperature of her correspondence clients, Violet still has a steely cold military mindset.

During the fourteen episode season, her growth can be excruciatingly slow at times, but we the viewers have flashbacks to the gory business of war and fleeting tender moments with her mentor Major Gilbert. Gilbert may be the only person who saw Violet as more than a killing machine, despite the fact that he also trained her. His brother Dietfried offers reparations to Violet's victims and follows her, cynical of her chances of being anything but who he thinks is a deformed killer. 

While the series follows some tropes of anime, such as some of the buxom ladies of Auto Memories, the story takes its time to unfold and the results are like watching a visual tone poem. Some of the greatest animation ever on television punctuate a moving journey. The grass waves in the wind, Violet's dresses flow in sun and shadow, and the war scenes are appropriately grisly in contrast to all the visual beauty of the postwar world. Vocal work and dubbing are superb.

Violet Evergarden is a moving reflection on living and the need to cherish friends and family. Early origin sequences are worth the long game payoff in later episodes. And be warned that Episode 10, "Loved Ones Will Always Watch Over You," will send even the most jaded for the tissue box with its universal reflections on love and death. It's an overall masterwork of the genre and one of the best adult anime series to ever reach America. Stay strong, Kyoto, and we hope to see a triumphant promised second season from the ashes of tragedy.

Rating: **** of **** (for full season). Recommended for viewers 12 and older (TV-14 material). Currently on Netflix and video.

THE RACIST AND EXISTENTIAL THREAT THAT IS TRUMP

President Trump at recent Social Media Summit (photo: CNN.com)

I preface this post with President Donald Trump's own words on Twitter Sunday morning, July 14 (which he or his staffers have recently taken down from the @realDonaldTrump account):

So interesting to see “Progressive” Democrat Congresswomen, who originally came from countries whose governments are a complete and total catastrophe, the worst, most corrupt and inept anywhere in the world (if they even have a functioning government at all), now loudly......

...and viciously telling the people of the United States, the greatest and most powerful Nation on earth, how our government is to be run. Why don’t they go back and help fix the totally broken and crime infested places from which they came. Then come back and show us how....

....it is done. These places need your help badly, you can’t leave fast enough. I’m sure that Nancy Pelosi would be very happy to quickly work out free travel arrangements!

Before dealing with the most obvious issue, let's consider the continued Birther mentality of our current President. Because these are women of color, Trump wants to plant the assumption into non-critical thinkers' and supporters' heads that this automatically disqualifies them from being genuine American citizens. Three of the four freshman Democratic Congresswomen under consideration were born in the United States, and the fourth,  Ilhan Omar of Minnesota, is a naturalized U.S. citizen. The tweets just fall apart under the scrutiny of logic.

However, logic has nothing to do with these tweets and everything to do with racist tropes. It is the old "go back where you came from" whenever a white person encounters someone considered The Other. They are inferior in Trump's eyes due to race even more than their political stances.

The existential threat posed by these tweets--as well as from many other Trump actions, such as challenging Supreme Court rulings that don't go his way and refusing any subpoena authority from Congress--is that they challenge the foundations of our form of government. These women are duly elected Representatives of the citizens of their districts. They have a right to their positions and to express them. If their constituents vote them out for those stances in two years, so be it. This is the American republic on which we stand.

But along with the regular dog whistling of racism, Trump is trying to negate contributions from another branch of government that doesn't bow to his attempted authoritarian-style administration.

This is where you come in, citizen. If our Congress does not move to impeach President Trump for his misconduct in office or highly suspicious attempts at obstruction during the FBI and Mueller investigations, or handling of the Departments of Justice and Treasury as his personal lawyers and accountants, we have the right and responsibility to vote this man out in 2020. Even though he may not respect this result and the peaceful transfer of power may end (depending on the reaction of his supporters), we have to maintain our form of government, which until recently was the best form of government humanly available.

I close with the words of John from the New Testament, which some Christians have seemed to forget with their recent vehement defenses of Trump's promotion of division and fear. "There is no fear in love, for perfect love casteth out all fear. He that feareth is not made perfect in love" (I John 4:18, KJV). Let's unify to support the diversity and form of government that makes our country distinctive and great, and cast the current fear monger out.

MIDSOMMAR: a movie review by Gordon Stamper, Jr.

Ari Aster mortified audiences and satisfied old school supernatural horror fans with his first feature Hereditary. With the new film Midsommar, Aster expands to European traditions and folk tales, balancing commentary on relationships and human nature in general with horror-fantasy.

Dani (a sensational Florence Pugh) is an emotionally and mentally distraught woman who has just faced a horrific life event. Unfortunately, her longtime boyfriend Christian (a comically nasty Jack Reynor) is a self-centered soul who looks at the situation as an inconvenience he has to bear. Christian wanted to break up with Dani and spend the summer partying with his grad student broskis.

Eventually, his friends have to accept that she's coming with them on what ostensibly is an anthropological and social studies trip to a remote Swedish community by the "scholars" (including Josh (William Jackson Harper), who is actually trying to get thesis work done). However, for rude American tourist bros like Mark (Will Poulter), it's a Burning Man-like opportunity to get high and get laid. Their admission ticket is Pelle (Vilhelm Blomgren), a graduate student who is a community native and has a deep interest in Dani.

Once the group arrives at the pagan community, the mechanizations of ritual and the horror ride begin both for characters and audience members. Aster featured family dissolution and loss of loved ones as prominent plot points in Hereditary. In his second outing, he's much more ambitious, including academic honesty, commitment in relationships, elder care, and societal norms in its wide scope. All is presented with choreographed flair by cinematographer Pawel Pogorzelski, from hallucinations and floral-colored dances around the Maypole to the ritualized violence and bizarre sexual practices of the final third. It's an achievement in general by director and crew to generate so much dread in the bright light of the midnight sun.

Midsommar is a non-franchise, challenging experience that also delivers haunting imagery and multiple scenes of terror. With his continuing development as a filmmaker, Ari Aster may join Jordan Peele as a new brand name for quality in suspense/horror. Weaker hearts and stomachs beware, but those willing to endure a long and wild ride will be richly rewarded.

Rating: **** of ****.

Midsommar. An A24 release. Length: 140 minutes. Written and directed by Ari Aster. Cinematography by Pawel Pogorzelski. Starring Florence Pugh, Jack Reynor, Will Poulter, William Jackson Harper, and Vilhelm Blomgren. Rated "R" for grizzly violence, graphic nudity and sexual situations, and profanity.

Booksmart: a review by Gordon Stamper, Jr.

The slob comedy and teen sex romps are not original concepts. Carpe diem tales date back to the Middle Ages in the English language. But a teen sex slob comedy with two female honor roll students as protagonists--the original twists begin. If you like to laugh and aren't easily offended, Booksmart is a great investment of your time.

Amy (Kaitlyn Dever, yes, from Last Man Standing) and Molly (Beanie Feldstein, Jonah Hill's sister!) are ready to graduate and attend their awesome colleges of Columbia and Yale, respectively. However, on their final day of high school, class president Molly finds out in various traumatic ways that some of the biggest party people in school are going to desirable destination universities themselves. While Amy is perfectly satisfied to eat cake and watch a movie marathon on the night before graduation, Molly hastily comes up with a party game plan. Find out where the big blowout is that popular jock and class vice president Nick (Mason Gooding, Cuba's son) is hosting. And be the craziest party people there.

Of course, the road to the party is winding and full of peril, which includes the crazy and seemingly omnipresent Gigi (Billi Lourd, Carrie Fisher's daughter--see a casting trend?) who seems to be a lot of fun and trouble; her attention-starved brother Jared (Skyler Gilondo) who has a major crush on Molly; and the school principal (Jason Sedekis) who provides one of the classic embarrassing moments in the film. Later in the plot, the main characters' serious epiphanies about each other are worthy of good John Hughes outings.

Director Olivia Wilde (hi, Thirteen from House) has a strong debut with great timing and original angles to flesh out a hilarious script from a staff of writers (Susanna Fogel, Emily Halpern, Sarah Haskins, and Katie Silberman). Dever and Feldstein portray their characters with the right balance of intelligence, street naivete, and sisterly love for one another--although Dever's gay character Amy gets mileage from the wrong impression her parents (Will Forte and Lisa Kudrow) get about their daughter's relationship with Molly. 

Yes, it has the requisite crude humor and irresponsible behavior. But the flashes of commentary on social classes, the teaching profession, and the original protagonists executing the classic tropes put creative spins on what could have been an overly familiar story. For any comedy fan with a tolerance for profanity, Booksmart is worth seeking out.

Rating: ***1/2 out of ****.

Annapurna Pictures presents Booksmart. Directed by Olivia Wilde. Written by Susanna Fogel, Emily Halpern, Sarah Haskins, and Katie Silberman. Starring Kaitlyn Dever, Beanie Feldman, Mason Gooding, Jason Sedekis, Billi Lourd, Skyler Gilondo, and Jessica Williams. 102 minutes. Rated "R" for crude humor, profanity, sexual situations, and drug use.

ROCKETMAN: A review by Gordon Stamper, Jr.

Biopics are back, for better or worse, especially with the box office success of Bohemian Rhapsody. The Elton John-produced Rocketman takes a musical fantasy approach not unlike Across the Universe, so it avoids the problems of being a visual encyclopedia article. It may not be chronologically accurate, but it is emotionally honest in its portrayal of the rock superstar.

Sir Elton Hercules John (Taron Egerton) looks as if he's walking from a triumphant concert experience in one of his signature costumes. Instead, he's walking into a rehab group counseling session, which is the framework of the film. Viewers start following his childhood as Reginald Dwight, living with an alcoholic mother (Bryce Dallas Howard), an absentee father (Steven Mackintosh), and a supportive grandmother (Gemma Jones). He is a precocious pianist and talented mimic of other musicians who gets a break in obtaining lessons from the Royal Academy of Music.

After having some fun in the bar band scene, Reggie tries to sign up with a record label and is paired with a lyricist who becomes his brother in music and best friend Bernie Taupin (Jamie Bell). Along the way, John struggles with his preference for men and unfortunately, picks up a tendency to get high on every substance known in a combination of excess and self-pity.

All of this is told in an effective combination of John and Taupin's songs and surreal musical set pieces, including a deliberately jarring version of "The Bitch Is Back" sung by Reggie as a child (Matthew Illesley) in the old neighborhood, and a levitating crowd singing along with "Crocodile Rock." The actors are uniformly good, from Bell as Taupin and the family member troupe to a great manager and scoundrel lover, John Reid (played with a sneer by Game of Thrones' Richard Madden).

Still, Eggerton should get the most credit for the film's success, along with writer Lee Hall (Billy Elliot) and director Dexter Fletcher (who ironically ghost-directed Bohemian Rhapsody to its completion). Eggerton is an expressive palate for John's high emotions and most outrageous excesses. Importantly, he also has the right voice for the job, doing his own singing quite well. It would be a shock if an Oscar nomination isn't in his future.

Rocketman is thoroughly adult entertainment, and it should be lauded for its honest portrayal of the gay lifestyle (which reportedly has been heavily censored in the movie's Russia screenings). Although a long film at over two hours, the transcendent music and excellent performances generally overcome feelings of length or self-aggrandizement in the production. It's a must-see for Elton John fans, and a good, raunchy cinematic diversion for music fans in general.

Rating: ***1/2 out of ****

Paramount Pictures presents Rocketman. Directed by Dexter Fletcher. Written by Lee Hall. Starring Taron Eggerton, Bryce Dallas Howard, Jamie Bell, Richard Madden, Gemma Jones, and Steven Mackintosh. Rated "R" for drug use, profanity, and sex scenes.

Book Review: STAY UP WITH HUGO BEST

Stay Up with Hugo Best
a review by Gordon Stamper, Jr.

Note: this is the first of, hopefully, many book reviews I'll post in this space, and I'll try to be the most spoiler-free reviewer around. 

With Erin Somers' Stay Up with Hugo Best, the reader will get a few surprises. One, it's an observant novel about a retiring late night host and famous comic, and the writing assistant who has had a lifetime crush on him. Two, with a few rare exceptions, the book is rarely funny.

The reader's narrative guide is June Bloom, who has just been laid off as a writing assistant from the long-running Stay Up with Hugo Best. The show has just wrapped up its finale and June makes a fateful decision to stop by a local comedy club and perform a stand-up routine to blow off steam. Unknown to her until post-set, Hugo Best, her former boss and comedy legend, was in the audience. He greets June and she is thrilled, even if she's a little sad due to the show's end and her unemployed status.

Hugo makes an impulsive suggestion--impulsive is what he's known for in his personal life--that she travels to his home in Connecticut and spends the weekend with him. Surprising herself in the time of #MeToo, June accepts his proposition and sets into motion a soul-searching time for both of them, evaluating both their friendships with others and how they have lived their lives.

If the latter part of the plot summary doesn't sound humorous, it's because it generally isn't. The plot is engaging and the character observations are detailed and poignant, but when any genuine humor appears on the pages, it's of the dark humor variety. Somers probably intended this paradox for readers, partly to emphasize Best's waning talent, but it did leave me to count how many times I actually laughed at a passage from the novel. It was six.

Along with the plotting, the strengths of the book are June's observations and remembrances from her life. The following is a sample, an incisive look at her old morning commute into New York City:

"Once on the train, the car would be so packed I'd end up in the very middle with nothing to hold on to, straining with my fingertips to steady myself on the ceiling while a businessman breathed deeply into my armpit. Kids would come by selling candy and telling made-up stories about their basketball team, but you absolutely could not buy from them. If you did, you opened the door to considering their lives, why they might be selling candy on the subway in the first place, and your own inability to help kids like them in any meaningful way. At that point, futility would overtake you." (Somers 195)

Somers is effective at describing the writers' meetings and drinking cool-down sessions at Friday's, along with the class separation between those behind the scenes and the celebrities they prop up. If you want a fast-paced book with rich characterization, Stay Up with Hugo Best is a recommended read. But don't expect your personal laugh track to be engaged.

Rating: *** out of ****.

Stay Up with Hugo Best, a novel by Erin Somers. Scribner, 2019.
            

Avengers: Endgame

Review by Gordon Stamper, Jr.

In the 22nd and final film of the current Marvel Universe cycle, filmmakers Anthony and Joe Russo say goodbye to the Avengers we know in epic style. Suffering from the usual Marvel movie flaws of being overlong and overstuffed, otherwise the great characters fight to save Earth in a bittersweet and entertaining film that weights in at three hours.

The film begins with Tony Stark (in a brilliant performance by Robert Downey, Jr.) and Nebula (Karen Gillian) stranded in space, light years from help. The Earth is reeling from the death of half its inhabitants from Thanos' (Josh Brolin) triumphant attack and plan. Thor (Chris Hemsworth) is in full pout mode while in his New Asgard kingdom. Even Steve Rogers, the optimistic Captain America (the other nuanced and wide-ranging performance of the film by Chris Evans), can't see any hope in their situation. Enter catalyst Carol Danvers aka Captain Marvel (Brie Larson) to energize the remaining Avengers, leading Rocket (again voiced by Bradley Cooper) and the crew to start anew.

After the introductory fallout scenes, the plot is split into two plans to defeat Thanos, one being a plan to track the god-like villain to his "retirement world," and the other to retrieve and restore the Infinity Stones in their rightful places. The latter includes some star-studded cameos and a great last appearance from Stan Lee. By the time it's over, will our heroes have their one in 14 million chance for victory as Doctor Strange predicted in the previous film, or will they fail again in a different and even more permanent way? To this film's credit, it delivers a much more suspenseful answer than you'd expect.

To its credit and debit, Avengers: Endgame fills the screen with characters and reminds you of the wonderful cast who portrays them, from Scarlett Johanssen and Tilda Swinton to Paul Rudd and Mark Ruffalo. Ruffalo is particularly charming as a new and improved smart Hulk, and comic geek me was happy to see that version put on a big screen. As usual, the CGI effects and makeup work are amazing, including a transformation of Thor into a new haggard version who looks more like The Dude.

Despite it sometimes feeling that you're binge watching a series in a movie theater, this is epic entertainment meant to be seen with people and on a big screen. As long as you've seen at least some of the Marvel Universe films, the conclusion is a rewarding experience for the viewer.

Rated "PG-13" for sci-fi violence and profanity. Directed by Anthony and Joe Russo. Written by Christopher Marcus and Stephen McFeely. Based on characters created by Stan Lee, Jack Kirby, and Jim Starlin. Starring Robert Downey, Jr.; Chris Evans; Chris Hemsworth; Mark Ruffalo; Scarlett Johanssen; Jeremy Renner; Brie Larson; Josh Brolin: Paul Rudd; and many, many others.

My rating: ***1/2 out of ****. 

Late Fall/Early Winter Stamper Poems

Here are three original #poems from late 2018, never before published. Feel free to comment and critique, and stay warm out there. #poetry #GordonStamperJr

Landscape of Fear

Confounded in the light
withered green tendril s
reach for traces of warmth
that may not come again
in looming clouds of grey

Atmosphere chilled
wind howling left and right
austere air whirling life
into a daze of inaction
holding on to native ground

Growth could be discerned
in faith of the unseen

Horizons could be reached
if they would only be expanded

But fear of more storms ahead
tethers tendrils to barren ground

Gordon Stamper, Jr.
November 3, 2018

Conditioned
Smoothing down
my wiry hair
cascading swirls
rinse down the drain

Tossing filamentous sheets
into dryer’s mouth
conditions the fabric
of future days

Pouring kibble
into a clamoring bowl
of silver
the family dog
shows proper deference

Walking to
the family meal
my children flinch
in appropriate submission

Serving my favorite dish
my wife smiles graciously
bows to say grace and nods
in reverence to me

Surveying my yard
greenery bends to
my will

Silencing critics—
voices of nature—
with my herbicide
and pesticide wand

Gordon Stamper, Jr.
December 1, 2018

Light Observed from a
Dark Winter Field

As wind and snow
burnish the landscape
in drifts of silvery white
moonlight’s dominion

I dream of heat
burrowed in layers of protection
against lingering promises
of icy eternal slumber

Somewhere in the stretching shadows
clouds backlit by winter sun—
mood lighting for approximation of daylight—
reside solstice promises

Longer days
festivals of lights
tonal carols centuries old
warming and comforting in the chill

I radiate that hope
in my fleece-lined sleep
curled in ceremonial notions
of seasonal salvation

Gordon Stamper, Jr.
December 8, 2018