Kurt Loder Movie Reviews

Focus and Maps to the Stars

Will Smith outshone by Margot Robbie, David Cronenberg in Hollywood hell.

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Margot Robbie
Warner Bros

Focus is a double-cross comedy that doesn't quite work. Will Smith plays Nicky, a third-generation conman and leader of a sizable crew of fellow swindlers who prey on unsuspecting marks at big sports venues. Margot Robbie is Jess, a minor-league con girl with an eye on the big time, and on Nicky as her chosen mentor. The stars have a road-tested appeal—Smith with his familiar jaunty charm, Robbie with the sunburst beauty and tangy comic instincts she so memorably displayed in The Wolf of Wall Street. The locations—New York, New Orleans, Buenos Aires—are passably glamorous, and some of the rip-off techniques are fun to watch. The setup primes us for a movie that sparkles with breezy romance, light-hearted larceny and deluxe travel accommodations. Unfortunately, that movie never fully arrives.

Which is not to say it's dull. Writer-directors Glenn Ficarra and John Requa (Crazy, Stupid, Love) have a slick facility for comic dialogue (Nicky describes his carnal inclinations as "Saudi bachelor-party shit"), and they know how to structure tricky scenes. They have Nicky and Jess meeting funny in a glittery Manhattan hotel, where she tries to run a con on the master hustler and fails spectacularly. He likes her spirit, though, and brings her aboard as a sort of criminal intern. They move on to New Orleans for some Super Bowl scammery, with Jess joining Nicky's minions as they move through the crowds lifting wallets and jewelry, rigging ATM machines for unauthorized payouts, and perpetrating on-the-fly identity thefts. Pretty neat.

At this point, we're ready for love to blossom, and Nicky and Jess do in fact engage in some mild horizontal snogging. But Nicky—who of course trusts no one—pulls back and sends Jess away. They meet up again three years later in Buenos Aires, where Nicky has come to bilk a Formula One race-team owner named Garríga (Rodrigo Santoro), who it turns out is also Jess's current boyfriend. But she still loves Nicky, and he still…well, you get the picture.

The movie has two major problems. One is plausibility. The con that Nicky plans to run on Garríga makes no sense in the end. And there's a long scene in a high-roller suite at the Superdome, with Nicky caught up in a series of wildly escalating bets with a world-famous gambler (BD Wong), that is flatly unbelievable. The movie's conclusion, which involves a gun-wielding thug (Gerald McRaney), is similarly preposterous, and in more ways than one.

The picture's other problem is crucial: Smith and Robbie, against all odds, have no chemistry. Robbie gives it her all, and she's entirely winning, especially in a foul-mouthed café scene with Nicky's rotund tech chief, Farhad (an excellent Adrian Martinez). But Smith, perhaps still smarting from his last starring role, in the misbegotten After Earth, is plagued throughout by a glumness that undermines his natural buoyancy. After a while we begin to wonder what Jess sees in Nicky. And then we begin to wonder how much Smith, normally among the most personable of Hollywood stars, still sees in himself.

Maps to the Stars
Focus Features

Maps to the Stars

David Cronenberg's Maps to the Stars is a Hollywood horror movie that feels several decades out of date. The characters—has-been actors, creepy child stars, oily agents, and self-realization gurus—are grotesque clichés, dedicated to backstabbing, career scheming and—why not—incest. There are also a few ghosts passing through the action—dead children, mostly—and they're terrible people, too. Everyone is so thoroughly repulsive that even confirmed Hollywood-haters are likely to find the film excessive. It's as if Day of the Locust had been remade by actual locusts.

Bruce Wagner's script, with which he's been tinkering for something like 20 years, allows Cronenberg —leaving his native Canada to shoot in Hollywood for the first time—to indulge his sourest misanthropy. The resulting movie manages to be both repugnant and ridiculous—no mean feat, but one with no purpose, either.

Julianne Moore plays Havana Segrand, a washed-up star who's desperate for a comeback, and may have found it in a remake of an old movie that featured her mother, "a dead cult figure." John Cusack is Havana's icky therapist, Dr. Weiss, who also has a smarmy late-night TV show called the Hour of Personal Power. Weiss and his wife (Olivia Williams) have two kids. One of them, 13-year-old Benjie (Evan Bird), hit it big as the pre-teen star of a movie called Bad Babysitter. Now, fresh out of rehab, he too is angling for a comeback. The Weiss's other child, of whom they never speak, is Agatha, an 18-year-old schizophrenic who has just returned to town from the sanitarium to which she was confined after setting a fire some years back that killed a third sibling, nearly killed Benji (whom she dreams of marrying), and left her covered with burn scars.

Agatha makes a tentative connection with Jerome (Robert Pattinson), a limo driver who wants to be a screenwriter. (Wagner once worked as a limo driver himself, which may explain why Jerome is the movie's only non-headcase character.) Then Havana hires Agatha as a personal assistant (or "chore whore," as the older woman puts it), and the picture begins its precipitous downhill descent.

There are scenes in this movie that no actor should be called upon to play, chief among them the one in which Havana converses with Agatha while sitting on a toilet and emitting loud gas-passing noises. The dialogue is sometimes equally challenging. ("You don't have to worry about me starting any more fires," Agatha says. "I put my pilot light on.") Evan Bird's performance as Benjie is a mixed accomplishment: he's completely convincing as a completely monstrous screen brat. (Even at his tender age, Benjie is the kind of cold-blooded careerist who will stage a make-a-wish visit to a dying young fan strictly as a publicity move.) Cusack is unfortunately skillful at playing the world's most heartless dad, and the various other characters hovering around the action contribute predictable infusions of fawning insincerity. (Carrie Fisher also passes through at one point, presumably as a favor to someone or other.)

It's impossible to care about any of these overdrawn characters. And the story is so contrived, so glibly lurid, that you're left wondering why anyone would want to make it into a movie. And why anyone would want to see it.

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  1. Would saw a limb off just to drink Margot Robbie’s bathwater. JESUS she is fine…

  2. Too bad about MAPS. When Cronenberg is on, he can make the weirdest premise work, at least while you watch. But when he’s off the result is likely to be as creepy and unworkable as The Mickey Mouse Club with real mice.

  3. I actually enjoyed Map to the Stars. Was that wrong of me?

  4. Man, Loder never likes ANYTHING…
    “And the story is so contrived, so glibly lurid, that you’re left wondering why anyone would want to make it into a movie. And why anyone would want to see it.”

    This makes me want to see it…

  5. BD Wong and Gerald McRaney? It sounds like the guest stars from Magnum P.I. circa 1986.

    1. DON’T TALK ABOUT MAJOR DAD!

  6. And why anyone would want to see it.

    Find this and hundreds of other interesting movies at the Reason Shop, powered by Amazon.

    I imagine Amazon just *loves* that tag line.

  7. Fuck Scientology. All the Xenu and and shitty science fiction books and kidnapping and brain-washing and large scale defrauding of the rich and retarded still pales in comparison to the crime–yes, crime!–of Will Smith’s so-called acting career.

    1. “The Rich And The Retarded” was a great soapie. It should never have been cancelled.

      1. The re-dubbed it and aired it in America as “The Californians.”

    2. “Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, I would like to present ‘Exhibit A’, ‘I Am Legend’….”

      *audible gasps from the jury and courtroom*

    3. Aw, I thought The Pursuit of Happyness was OK.

      1. Spell-check it and get back to me.

          1. I was joking about the stupidity of the intentional misspelling in the title, Rich.

            Everything is always so serious with you. Geez.

            1. You *know* how suggestible I am before the coffee kicks in.

              *** pouts ***

              1. Aw, come here, little buddy. [hugs] It’ll be OK.

                1. Don’t fall for it Rich!

            2. BULL SHIT.

  8. I wonder if Mia Wasikowska has realized she’s being groomed as this generation’s not-so-pretty-that-woman-hate-her, but-not-ugly-enough-to-be-objectionable omnipresent actress, like Chlo? Sevigny or Lili Taylor before her.

    I mean, it’s good work, if you are plain enough to get it.

  9. Will Smith plays Nicky, a third-generation conman and leader of a sizable crew of fellow swindlers who prey on unsuspecting marks at big sports venues. Margot Robbie is Jess, a minor-league con girl with an eye on the big time, and on Nicky as her chosen mentor.

    So I could have watched any of the James Cagney/Joan Blondell movies instead. There’s a scene in Blonde Crazy where Cagney walks in on Blondell in the bathtub and asks her wher ethe $5,000 is, and she calmly replies that it’s in her bra. Or this exchange:

    Cagney: Now, you play ball with me… and your worrying days will be over.

    Blondell: Yeah? How about the nights?

    Cagney: [smirks] Well, I’ll see what I can do about those too, honey!

    1. Those movies were great.

  10. “The picture’s other problem is crucial: Smith and Robbie, against all odds, have no chemistry. ”

    Yet Will Smith tells interviewer Amy Longsdorf of 21st Century Media,
    “You can’t create chemistry. You either have it or you don’t. When she (Robbie) walked in there (for the audition), it was really palpable.”

    So, who ruined the chemistry experiment? Smith, Robbie, the director, the writer, everyone associated with the movie?

    1. Smith don’t know much about chemistry.

    2. He has always seemed kind of asexual to me – it’s hard to see him having chemistry with anyone.

  11. I wouldn’t hurt Smith’s career to make a “Hitch”/”Hancock” cross-over sequal.

    Or a “Prince of Belair” movie.

    1. For a laydown Oscar nom, if not win, he should do a Princess of Bel Air movie, where he plays a trannie going from pre to post op.

      1. Make it black & white and set it in WWII Europe and its gold. Although the name may need to change to The Prince/ss of Berlin.

  12. “Find this and hundreds of other interesting movies …”

    I guess you mean “Don’t bother to look for this piece of crap. Instead, choose from among hundreds of movies that are actually worth watching …”?

    Also, can’t Reason say “farts” instead of “gas-passing noises”?

  13. I get paid over $87 per hour working from home with 2 kids at home. I never thought I’d be able to do it but my best friend earns over 10k a month doing this and she convinced me to try. The potential with this is endless. Heres what I’ve been doing,,,,,,
    http://www.wixjob.com

  14. Will Smith who plays Nicky is so cool and Julianne Moore always works hard ,we all can see she deserves everything.

  15. Will Smith is a so handsome actor and people admire him so much because of his exciting movies and his family .his son and daughter are so clever and cute.

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