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Saturday, January 2, 2016

justin lockwood's favorite entertainment of 2015


I found this to be a pretty tremendous year for pop culture, with many of the most anticipated releases proving worthy of the hype.  Here are my favorites in film, TV, and (first of all) music.





Rebel Heart - Madonna

I’d been waiting a decade for another truly great Madonna album.  American Life, Hard Candy, and MDNA all had their moments, but none were outstanding at the level of Ray of Light or Confessions on a Dance Floor.  With Rebel Heart, Madge finally stopped chasing other people’s trends and did her thing, across a satisfyingly diverse array of 19 (!) songs.  From the propulsive “Living for Love” (her best single since “Hung Up”) to the haunting “Ghosttown” to the awesomely sassy “Bitch I’m Madonna,” Rebel Heart proved the 57-year-old’s still got it.





"American Horror Story"

I’ve loved this show across uneven seasons, and this was a particularly good year for the franchise. "Hotel" took some time winning me over, but wound up being the darkest, most involving and consistently surprising entry since "Asylum" (my all-time favorite).  Lady Gaga is solid, though the ever-dependable Denis O’Hare steals the show and is utterly transcendent as Liz Taylor.  Looking back in the calendar year, the spotty Freak Show came to a hugely satisfying conclusion and provided a fitting coda (!) to Jessica Lange’s work on the series.






Jurassic World

My expectations were high for this sequel to one of my most beloved movies, and director Colin Trevorrow met them and then some.  Sure, the Romancing the Stone leads are a little shopworn, but who cares when the cast is so appealing, the concepts are interesting, and the action is so much fun?






"Scream Queens"

Speaking of fun, TV doesn’t get much more entertaining than this campy horror spoof starring Jamie Lee Curtis (bow down!) and the terrific Emma Roberts.  The show committed to its silliness and central mystery with razor sharp writing and a uniformly awesome ensemble, with Niecy Nash’s security guard and Glen Powell’s dopey frat boy among the standouts.






The Final Girls

A fitting companion piece of sorts to "Scream Queens," The Final Girls is a tremendously enjoyable love letter to 80s dead teenager flicks with real emotional heart.  It’s both hysterically funny and really, truly affecting.






"The Comeback"

I discovered Michael King’s cult favorite "The Comeback" just in time for its triumphant second season, which earned star Lisa Kudrow a well-deserved Emmy nod.  The meta premise seemed a little too high concept: Kudrow’s indomitable Valerie Cherish agrees to play a nasty version of herself, in an edgy series from the producer who tormented her on a would-be comeback vehicle years earlier.  But the season proved immensely affecting, funny, and honest, with a finale that broke with convention in an unexpected but all too appropriate way.






Krampus

Michael Dougherty’s Trick ‘R Treat was my favorite horror film of the last decade, so I was intrigued to see his encore.  He returns to the holiday fold with a ferociously entertaining movie that balances frights and laughs with the same deftness as that cult classic.  A strong cast brings a dysfunctional family to life, and the story lurches through gags and creepy set pieces to arrive at a stunning denouement.





Star Wars: The Force Awakens

I wasn’t chomping at the bit like a hardcore fan, but even if I was I doubt I’d be disappointed in JJ Abrams’ assured addition to the Star Wars canon.  The wunderkind uses his knack for story, humor, and wow! visuals to return George Lucas’ saga to form after the lackluster prequels.  The new characters, notably Daisy Ridley’s plucky Rey and John Boyega’s arresting, conflicted Finn, somehow already feel as timeless as Luke, Han, and Leia.  The importance of the two leads’ race and gender, too, cannot be overstated.  After all, Star Wars is a saga for all of us.


Wednesday, May 7, 2014

a review of 'palo alto' by justin lockwood


We’ve seen umpteen films and television shows about teenagers at this point, and most of them could hardly be called realistic.  From the suspiciously choreographed prom of She’s All That to the highfalutin verbiage of "Dawson’s Creek," most teen entertainment has been set in a highly stylized fantasy world.

That’s what makes Palo Alto, the debut film from Gia Coppola (that’s right, another one!) so impressive. It’s a “teen movie” that’s down to earth and believable, artfully shot and compellingly acted.  It was one of my picks for the Tribeca Film Festival’s best films—and it may be among the year’s best.

Coppola’s movie is based on a short story collection from James Franco, which has probably elicited groans from some readers.  Yes, his relentless hyphenating career—actor, writer, director, professor—can CSI investigator be far behind?—is a little much.  But he’s extremely passionate about what he does, and his book, adapted by Coppola, makes for an arresting picture populated by credible characters. Emma Roberts, who is fast becoming one of our best young actors, plays April.  From the moment we see this shy, pretty girl posing with sunglasses on her bed (“No one cares what you say, anyway.  You’re fat,” she declares sardonically), we fall in love with her.  She’s an unrequited love object for Teddy (Jack Kilmer), who’s also soft spoken but who has a habit of getting into trouble, usually accompanied by his ne'er-do-well buddy Fred (Nat Wolff of the Naked Brothers Band).  As the narratives of these young characters unfold at an unhurried pace, Coppola crafts a genuine and gorgeously framed slice of life.

The casting is exceptional.  Kilmer, son of Val and Joanne Whalley, had never acted prior to this and it shows: he’s completely natural, without any distracting actor-y mannerisms.  Wolff is a real breakout.  He inhabits his reckless character completely, nailing his familiar combination of bravado and vulnerability. Roberts, following outstanding work in Scream 4, American Horror Story: Coven and now this, should have no shortage of roles to choose from.  Franco himself turns up as April’s lovelorn coach, and is totally unafraid to make his character seem foolish and misguided.  (Maybe because he has firsthand experience romancing underage girls?  Discuss.)

Coppola’s background in fashion and music videos is reflected in her keen visual sense.  Working with cinematographer Autumn Durald, she creates a beautiful and grounded film.  The parties, bedrooms, and other hangouts of the characters are vividly evoked.  An eclectic soundtrack, featuring the likes of Blood Orange and Jason Schwartzman (himself a Coppola cousin), enhances the effect.

As Palo Alto neared its conclusion, I was afraid that Something Bad was going to happen, a big tragedy meant to end this portrait of contemporary youth on a heavy-handed note.  Then—spoiler alert!—it didn’t happen.  The characters continued on their way, some headed for connection, others, potentially, for misfortune.  As Coppola’s movie fades to black, we’re left with something uncommon in cinema these days: the ability to think for ourselves.  Palo Alto is an intelligent, fantastically entertaining movie.



-Justin Lockwood


Palo Alto opens this Friday in theaters nationwide.


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