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JACK. Francis Coppola, director of Apocalypse Now and
Captain Eo, brings us a "heartwarming" comedy
about a 10 year-old boy who has a disease that makes him look
like Robin Williams. Jack's parents have kept him home because
they're afraid the other kids will taunt him for being different;
but Jack is lonely, and after considerable prodding they consent
to send him to school. At first the other children do tease him,
but eventually they come to love him. The intersection between
the idealization of childhood as an unfallen, perfectly natural
state and the sexuality of an adult male body in this movie is
completely bizarre. Robin Williams is supposed to be ten, but
he reads Penthouse, makes passes at his teacher and tongue
kisses his best friend's mom, all while teaching his friends and
family about the spontaneous beauty of childlike behavior. It's
interesting, but kind of disturbing, too.
Jade. Joe Eszterhas ought to win a special award, because
he's responsible for two of the worst films this year. At least
Showgirls has campy laughs, extravagant choreography and
soft-core nudity on its side. What does Jade have? Ornate
set design, an extended (and very boring) car chase and an incomprehensible
murder-mystery plot, for starters. Directed unpleasantly by William
Friedkin, it's kind of like Basic Instinct without the
sex. David Caruso does his NYPD Blue shtick--again--as
an investigator trying to uncover the identity of Jade, a prostitute-turned-psychologist
played by Linda Fiorentino. The role is supposed to showcase the
cold, ruthless sexuality Fiorentino displayed so engagingly in
The Last Seduction, but the actress is lost in this dispiriting
mess. Let's hope she finds something better soon.
James And The Giant Peach. Roald Dahl's children's classic
comes to life in this movie through the Disney magic of stop-motion
animation. The overgrown bugs are cute, young James is darling
and the animation is absolutely charming; still, if you're over
12, plan to be a little bored, especially during the singing part.
Those to the left of the political spectrum may enjoy the secret
embedded Marxist mythology being espoused here--James and the
bugs seize the fruits of their labor (the peach!) from the evil,
property owning aunts and take it across the ocean to share with
the masses. Apparently Disney has been brainwashing our young
for years, perhaps creating the Cold War through the seemingly
"cute" shenanigans of little dancing bugs and mice.
Probably with the cooperation of the phone company.
Jeffrey. Based on the play by Paul Rudnick (the scribe
behind the wildly funny Libby Gelman-Waxner movie reviews in Premiere),
this tale of love and sex in the age of AIDS has caustic wit to
spare. The movie becomes stale, however, whenever the love story
between Jeffrey (Steven Weber) and HIV-positive Steve (Michael
Weiss) receives focus; the sparks don't fly and you become too
aware you're watching a stage adaptation. If only Jeffrey
had concentrated a little more on Rudnick's rude, crazy comedy,
it would have been a great film--the kind of entertainment that
could break down barriers between straights and gays with laughter.
Also starring Sigourney Weaver, Nathan Lane and Patrick Stewart,
whose supporting performance as an intelligent, tough-minded decorator
couldn't be more perfect.
THE JERKY BOYS. Crank-call kings
The Jerky Boys play themselves in this weak attempt to capitalize
on the success of their recordings. The plot is a series of transparent
set-ups that allow Johnny Brennan and Kamal Ahmed to fall into
their familiar subversive voices and characterizations, fooling
slimy New Yawkers every step of the way. The picture is harmless
and watchable, with a few good laughs, but the filmmakers can't
get past the fact that crank calls aren't as funny when the victims
are actors pretending to be duped.
JOHNNY MNEMONIC. Keanu Reeves stars as the 21st century
courier who carries the weight of the world, literally, on his
shoulders in this sci-fi action flick based on the short story
by the father of cyber sci-fi, William Gibson. This dark prophecy
of an Information Age breeding a new world order of affluent "High
Techs" vs. underground "Low Techs" follows the
predictable futuristic formula--perpetually dark, dirty and dangerous.
Though the special effects are spectacular, Johnny would
benefit from fewer explosions and more character development--even
with a bionic brain, Reeves is his old, uninspiring self.
JUDGE DREDD. Sylvester Stallone's futuristic summer offering
is a comic-book hybrid of Blade Runner, Robocop
and The Terminator, with parts of Star Wars and
other films thrown in for good measure. At first the picture holds
promise, with luxuriant effects, welcome support by Max Von Sydow
and Rob Schneider and inspired, self-mocking comedy by Stallone.
But that doesn't last. The movie's biggest action scenes feel
like video games, and the filmmakers throw away the story's wildest
possibilities--including the prospect of a battle with slimy,
half-baked human clones. At the end, the picture feels unfinished.
Jumanji. Need a break from ambiguity and complexity? Is
the meaninglessness of existence getting you down? Then shell
out some cash and retreat to Jumanji, a special effects-jammed
cross between an adventure movie and a haunted house thriller.
Robin Williams stars as a man who's been trapped inside a magical
board game for most of his life. When a couple of kids set him
free, they're obliged by the rules to finish playing. It's a conservationist's
dream: The game spews out endangered species like water from a
garden hose. The special effects are cool, but the computer-generated
animals aren't nearly as endearing as the dinosaurs in Jurassic
Park. Most of the animals don't interact with the human characters
much--they just run around. And you know that talent Robin Williams
has for being weirdly funny and manic? He doesn't use it here.
THE JUNGLE BOOK. Disney delivers the goods for this live-action take on the Rudyard Kipling book, which means that the Tarzan-ish
tale is filled with lovely animals, impressive sets, a heroic
heroine and loathsome villains. Kids may get a charge out of the
story, especially with the likable, alert Jason Scott Lee in the
good-hearted wildman role. But adults wary of predictability may
leave the theaters with the same bland reaction provoked by the
recent remake of The Three Musketeers. Disney has a way
of making movies that are at once perfect and devoid of any cinematic
personality.
JUNIOR. Arnold Schwarzenegger reteams with Danny DeVito
for yet another high-concept comedy involving genetics. The film's
one joke--Arnold going through pregnancy--goes a long way thanks
to director Ivan Reitman's careful story construction and Emma
Thompson's credibility-giving performance as a clumsy cryogenist.
Arnold's not too bad, either; he always does much better with
comedic tone in films where he is not required to act funny and
kill people in the same breath. The movie has "plastic Hollywood
product" stamped all over it, but at least it's baby-safe
plastic.
JUST CAUSE. Sean Connery plays an anti-capital punishment Harvard law professor who begrudgingly
agrees to "put his money where his mouth is" by investigating
the case of a man on death row (Blair Underwood) who was coerced
into a murder confession. Laurence Fishburne is the menacing small-town
lawman who held the suspect at gunpoint during interrogation,
and Ed Harris plays a snarlingly evil convicted serial killer
who seems likely to have really committed the murder. Of course,
nothing is as it seems. This premise looks like a good enough
starting point for a thriller, but with the exception of Fishburne,
none of the A-list team of actors brings anything more to his
role than what is required by the contrivances of the script,
which turns out to be a shameless hybridization of The Silence
of the Lambs and Cape Fear anyway. The title sounds
like the most likely reason Connery chose to appear in the movie.
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