Saturday, August 2, 2025

In Development

 
Punch Buggy: Connie Britton (Haunted, Bunker 17), John Carroll Lynch (Bunker 17, Born in Brooklyn), Zoe Kazan (Night Stalker, Hillside), and Tony Revolori (Wolfenstein, Red Sonja: Blood + Bone) will round out the supporting cast surrounding stars Timothee Chalamet and Kaitlyn Dever in the new comedy from director Jason Reitman. Writer Joshua Collins penned the raunchy road trip comedy. 

Supergirl: Power: The cast so far has seen a lot of returning DC Comics Universe faces, but there will be some new blood debuting in this one as well. Elizabeth Gillies (The Life of the Party, Arizona), Lukas Gage (The Devil's Run, Smile 2), and Simone Ashley (War of the Currents, "Bridgerton") are making their DC Comics debuts in this one. Gillies will play the villainous Livewire, while Gage and Ashley will play new Justice League Europe recruits - Bernhard "Buddy" Baker / Animal Man and Chandi Gupta / Maya, respectively. Meanwhile,  Radha Mitchell (Anastasia, We Know Where You Live) is returning as well as Supergirl's DEO handler. Emerald Fennell is directing from a script by John Malone and Abbie Q.

We Still Know Where You Live: Abigail Cowen (Redhead, Photographs), Madison Pettis (Zoe's Vegas, We Know Where You Live), and Zoe Levin (We Know Where You Live, "Bonding") are all back as the villainous harem of Abraham Browning (Toby Kebbell) in We Still Know Where You Live. A new face will also be joining the series with Moises Arias (The Hippie Preacher, "Fallout") signing on to play a lowly sheriff's deputy. Franck Khalfoun is back to direct, once again from a script by Jack Brown.

Rise Again: Raffey Cassidy (Caesar Part III, The Punisher: Last Exit) and Mila Kunis (The Avengers, Believe It or Not!) are set to star in the gymnastics themed sports drama, Rise Again. Cassidy will play a British gymnast looking to overcome a serious injury to join the Olympic team, while Kunis will play the trainer who takes a chance on her. Olivia Wilde (Baby Teeth, The Saints) has been hired to direct from a script by Andrew Doster (The Eye of History, Redhead).

Bashenga: The Black Panther: The next Marvel Universe production is set to feature a main character never before seen in live action - the very first Black Panther, Bashenga. Kelvin Harrison Jr. (The Essence, Kill Zone) has signed on to the main role, an ancestor of the traditional Black Panther hero. Signing on for supporting roles will be Lovie Simone (57 Seconds, "Forever"), Rufus Sewell (The Water Cure, Masters of the Universe: The Sword of Power), and Jodie Turner-Smith (Murder Mystery 2, White Noise). Steve McQueen (Swim Through the Darkness, Mandingos) is directing the film. The Marvel Universe adaptation was penned by Jimmy Ellis (Cleveland, The Essence) and Mark Newton (Ghost Rider: Damnation, Masters of the Universe: The Sword of Power).

Sgt. Rock: The first film of Season 34 will be a film based on the DC Comics war comics hero, Sgt. Rock. Alan Ritchson (The Lights, Masters of the Universe: The Sword of Power) is set for the title character, while he will be joined on the Indiana Jones-esque adventure by Emma Mackey (Broadway Joe, Thorne) and Yura Borisov (Anora, The Poet). Mackey will play Rock's love interest, a French resistance fighter whose uncle was kidnapped by Nazis seeking out the Spear of Destiny. Borisov, meanwhile, will play the main villain of the film - a Nazi who wants to wield the power of the Spear himself rather than turning it over to Hitler. APJ (Broadway Joe, Joker vs. Deadshot) and Jimmy Ellis (Fading Nights, The Essences) penned the film, while will be directed by Jalmari Helander (Sisu, Big Game). 

Friday, August 1, 2025

PREMIERE MAGAZINE #328

 

The Roundup with Jeff Stockton (Season 33 Round 8)

 

Not the best round overall, but at least we have a new Lone Ranger film. Here's The Roundup.... 
3. Jacob Elordi
I think it is safe to say Jacob Elordi has cemented himself as arguably the most bankable young leading man - all without signing on for a superhero role for a safe hit.

2. Soundtracks
While this round's pair of soundtracks weren't necessarily my type of music, it's always nice to have more options come GRA season.

1. The Lone Ranger
Dwight Gallo delivers another crowd-pleasing western, this time a new take on the famed masked hero. As usual, the casting was on the dot - even making Tonto a female surprisingly worked in the film's favor.
3. Director Debuts
This has not been a good season for LRF directorial debuts, with all of the films flopping at the box office.

2. Box Office
It's never good when the two lowest grossing films of the 24 films released this season so far - Never Seeing Kristina Again and Either/Or - come out in the same round and both lose money.

1. Never Seeing Kristina Again
Too many characters standing around with nothing to do in this one. Alex Conn was up to his old "tricks" here with a mopey, unlikable lead who spends most of screen time complaining to parrot-like friends and cyber stalking his crush. 

Thursday, July 31, 2025

On Location (Season 33 Round 8)

 
Never Seeing Kristina Again
- Greenwich, Connecticut, USA



The Lone Ranger
- Santa Fe, New Mexico, USA



Either/Or
- Surabaya, Indonesia

Box Office Breakdown (Season 33 Round 8)

 



Never Seeing Kristina Again
Budget: $25,000,000
Total Box Office: $13,404,364
Total Profit: -$22,005,330











The Lone Ranger
Budget: $85,000,000
Total Box Office: $231,637,598
Total Profit: $65,854,536











Either/Or
Budget: $7,000,000
Total Box Office: $7,901,004
Total Profit: -$8,999,929








Box Office Facts
Never Seeing Kristina Again
While writers like to write them, the Dramedy genre (Comedy/Drama) is on a colossal streak of flops. The last six films now featuring the genre combination have all last money at the box office - combining for a total loss of $108 million for the studio.

The Lone Ranger
Jacob Elordi is proving to fast rising as a leading man for the studio. His last three roles for the studio have all been headlining roles and all three have been box office successes - with combined profits over $106 million.

Either/Or
Meirad Tako is one of the more prolific writer/directors for the studio, with Either/Or becoming his 7th film as a director. Of the seven films, only one has proven profitable for the studio - still Klitih: A Way of Life from Season 30.





Genre Rankings
Never Seeing Kristina Again
Comedy: #88
Drama: #363

The Lone Ranger
Western: #3
Action: #184
Adventure: #59

Either/Or
Drama: #371



Season 33 Round 8
Total Box Office: $252,942,966
Total Profit: $34,849,277

Season 33 Totals
Total Box Office: $3,215,565,569
Total Profit: $342,320,710





Season 33 Summary
1. The Hammer of Thor: The Frost War : $522,262,186
2. The Legend of Zelda : $471,594,417
3. Metroid : $350,583,992
4. Power Rangers : $298,484,626
5. The Lone Ranger : $231,637,598
6. Starship Troopers : $226,993,893
7. Watchmen : $117,985,916
8. The Ghost Connection : $115,124,004
9. The Thin Man : $106,603,949
10. Lucifer : $99,484,930
11. The Essence : $99,316,188
12. Broadway Joe : $93,061,158
13. Sniper : $86,596,113
14. Before Love Came to Kill Us : $68,507,173
15. Night Stalker : $62,510,302
16. Danya : $49,578,445
17. Love Is... : $44,107,837
18. Splendour : $40,748,531
19. Cleveland : $39,225,595
20. Cedar Ridge : $31,944,330
21. Falling on the Cross : $22,927,300
22. Boys from the Forest : $14,981,718
23. Never Seeing Kristina Again : $13,404,364
24. Either/Or : $7,901,004

Wednesday, July 30, 2025

Release: Either/Or

 
Either/Or
Genre: Drama
Director: Meirad Tako
Writer: Meirad Tako
Cast: Bryan Domani, Amanda Rawles, Mawar de Jongh






Budget: $7,000,000
Domestic Box Office: $2,596,003
Foreign Box Office: $5,305,001
Total Profit: -$8,999,929

Reaction: These smaller, foreign-centric projects very rarely work at the box office, but with low costs this one isn't much of a loss financially.




"Either/Or is a deeply intimate drama and to me Meirad Tako’s strongest work to date. Quiet, raw, and unapologetically human, the film explores grief and love with rare sensitivity. Amanda Rawles delivers a hauntingly beautiful performance as Hana, grounding the story in heartbreaking realism. The film tells a lot of the story through silence, glances, through memories. I truly hope audiences aren’t discouraged by the language or the Indonesian cast, because this is storytelling at its purest." - Seth Black, LA Times


"Meirad Tako’s Either/Or is a film of surprisingly somber grace and philosophical depth—a quiet meditation on grief, love, and the liminal spaces in between. While its languid pacing and heavy introspection may not suit all tastes, Either/Or rewards patient viewers with a profoundly affecting experience." - Richard Harrow, The Boston Chronicle




"Either/Or is a slow-burn heartache parade. Bryan Domani turns in a strong performance, and the hospital sequences are genuinely wrenching. But once the love triangle kicks in, the film leans too hard into poetic navel-gazing and loses its footing. The connection between Arya and Siska feels more like trauma dumping than deep romance, and the women—while well-acted—feel more like metaphors than characters. Director Meirad Tako clearly has a vision, but he might’ve used a tighter runtime and one less monologue about parallel universes. Still, if sadboi cinema is your thing, this is right up your alley." - Sasha Greene, NeonVice.com​​​​​​​​​​​​









Rated R for language, thematic material, and brief sexual content





Last Resort Films Jukebox: Either/Or

 



Tuesday, July 29, 2025

Now Showing: Either/Or

 
Either/Or
Genre: Drama
Director: Meirad Tako
Writer: Meirad Tako
Cast: Bryan Domani, Amanda Rawles, Mawar de Jongh

Plot: Part I: The Vigil

In that sterile sanctuary of suffering, where fluorescent lights cast their artificial day across polished floors that had witnessed a thousand heartbreaks, Arya (Bryan Domani) maintained his lonely vigil. The corner lamp wept golden tears of light that pooled in the shadows, each gleam a memory of brighter days now fading like old photographs. His fingers, trembling with exhaustion and grief, remained intertwined with his father’s—those once-strong hands that had lifted him as a child, guided him through life’s storms, now delicate as autumn leaves, cold as forgotten prayers.

The diagnosis had come three months earlier, on a Tuesday morning bright with false promise. Arya remembered how the sunlight had streamed through the doctor’s window, turning dust motes into dancing stars as words like “aggressive” and “metastasized” fell like stones into the quiet pond of their lives. His father had sat straight-backed in the leather chair, nodding with the same dignified attention he’d once given business proposals, as if this too weremerely another negotiation he could master.

Now Mr. Hartono lay beneath the harsh hospital lights, his face a moonscape of hollows and shadows beneath the oxygen mask that whispered its mechanical lullaby. Each breath was a small war, fought in the trenches of failing lungs. The machines around them conducted their electronic orchestra, a symphony of survival played in beeps and whispers. In the corner, a clock ticked away moments like a metronome counting down to an inevitable finale.

“Pa…” Arya’s voice emerged like a moth’s wing against glass. “Do you remember that summer in Bandung? When we flew kites from the hilltop?” His throat tightened around the words, each syllable a small battle against tears. “You said they were like our dreams—the higher they soared, the stronger the string needed to be.”

His father’s fingers twitched in response, a butterfly’s flutter against his palm. In that small movement, Arya felt the weight of a thousand unspoken conversations, of wisdom still waiting to be passed down, of questions he hadn’t known to ask while there was still time.

Through the window, the city lights blurred like stars seen through tears. A night shift nurse moved past the door, her rubber-soled shoes whispering secrets to the linoleum. The ward lived its own life outside their room—physicians making rounds, families huddled in consultation, the eternal dance of healing and hoping playing out in fluorescent-lit corridors.

Part II: The Lighthouse

Hana (Amanda Rawles) arrived as twilight painted the sky in watercolor bruises, bearing not just sustenance but also the weight of seven years of shared dreams. She paused in the doorway, her shadow stretching across the threshold like a bridge between their world and the one outside. The sight of Arya, crumpled in his chair like yesterday’s newspaper, made her heart catch on its own rhythm.

“I brought soup,” she said softly, her voice carrying the warmth of their kitchen back home, where steam still rose from the pot she’d left cooling. “Your mother’s recipe. Remember how she taught me, measuring spices in palmfuls instead of teaspoons?”

The mention of his mother, gone five years now to the same disease that stalked his father, drew Arya’s gaze from the window. His eyes, wells of emptiness that once held stars, found her face like a ship seeking harbor. In them, she saw the reflection of their first date at the planetarium, where they had lain back in plush seats and watched artificial constellations wheel overhead while he whispered the myths behind each one.

“You should eat something,” Hana murmured, crossing the room with careful steps, as if too much noise might shatter the fragile peace. “The night grows longer when you starve your soul as well as your body.” Her hands, offering the container that had long since gone cold, trembled slightly—a detail that would haunt him later in his dreams.

A sigh escaped him like the last breath of autumn surrendering to winter’s embrace. His body, a temple of exhaustion, carried the weight of atlas, yet his mind raced like a hunted thing through dark forests of fear. “I’m sorry, Hana,” each word fell from his lips like stones into still water. “Hunger feels like a distant memory now.”

She set the container aside, next to three others from previous days, each a testament to her devotion, each untouched. Taking the chair beside him, she began to hum softly—an old lullaby his mother used to sing, its melody a thread connecting past to present. Mr. Hartono’s monitors beeped in counterpoint, creating a strange duet of love and machinery.

Part III: The Metamorphosis

Days melted into nights and back again, the hospital room becoming a chrysalis of transformation. The fluorescent lights buzzed their endless mantra, casting shadows that danced like memories on the walls. In the bathroom mirror, Arya caught glimpses of himself becoming a stranger—his father’s son turning into something else, something carved by grief and polished by sleepless nights until he gleamed like obsidian in the dark.

Part IV: The Autumn Leaf

On the night their paths first crossed, rain painted the hospital windows with liquid silver. Arya had ventured to the hospital café, driven by the machine-like insistence of his body for caffeine. The fluorescent lights hummed their tired song over nearly empty tables, where night-shift workers and worried relatives nursed cooling cups of comfort.

Siska (Mawar de Jongh) sat alone in the corner, her hands wrapped around a paper cup as if it were the last warm thing in the world. She wore scrubs, but not like the other nurses—hers were creased in places that spoke of a long vigil rather than a working shift. Her face held the same haunted pallor Arya had begun to recognize in his own reflection.

Their eyes met across the sterile space, and in that moment, something shifted in the universe—subtle as a leaf changing color, profound as the first frost of autumn. She noticed his visitor's badge, he noticed the tears she was trying to hide behind her cup. Neither spoke, but both understood the weight of that silence.

The next night, they found themselves there again. This time, words emerged like hesitant birds taking flight.

"My mother," she said, her voice carrying the weight of untold stories. "Stage four. They say it's a matter of days now." Each word fell between them like petals from a dying flower.

"My father," Arya responded, the words tasting of copper and regret. "The doctors speak in euphemisms now, their hope wrapped in technical terms that mean nothing."

They shared a laugh then—brief, bitter, beautiful in its brokenness. It was the kind of laugh that comes when the heart can no longer contain its sorrow, when pain spills over into something almost like joy.

Part V: The Widening Distance

Hana noticed the change in Arya as summer surrendered to autumn. It wasn't just the new habit of lingering at the café after her evening visits, or the way his phone now lived on silent mode. It was something in his eyes when he looked at her—or rather, when he didn't.

One evening, she brought fresh flowers—chrysanthemums the color of sunshine—to replace the wilting bouquet by Mr. Hartono's bedside. The old flowers had dropped amber petals on the windowsill like tears frozen in time.

"Remember our first apartment?" she asked, arranging the new blooms with careful fingers. "How we grew herbs on the windowsill? You said it was like having a piece of earth up in the sky."

Arya's response came delayed, as if traveling across a great distance. "I remember." But his tone suggested he was seeing a different memory, one she couldn't share.

She caught his reflection in the window glass—saw how his gaze drifted to his phone, waiting for a message she hadn't sent. The space between them, once warm with shared dreams, now stretched cold and vast as interstellar darkness.

Part VI: The Confluence of Hearts

In the hospital garden, where concrete paths wound between carefully tended beds of tropical flowers, Arya and Siska's lives began to intertwine like vines seeking sunlight. They met in stolen moments between vigils, sharing coffee and pieces of their souls.

"Tell me about her," Siska said one evening, as sunset painted the garden in shades of amber and rose. "The girl who brings you soup."

Arya's fingers traced patterns on the bench between them, mapping territories of guilt and longing. "Hana is... she's like the sun. Constant. Life-giving." He paused, the weight of unspoken words heavy on his tongue. "Sometimes so bright it hurts to look directly at her."

Siska nodded, understanding blooming in her eyes like night flowers opening to the moon. "And sometimes," she whispered, "when you're drowning in darkness, even the sun feels like too much to bear."

Their hands found each other's in the gathering dusk, fingers interlacing like poetry finding its rhythm. Above them, the first stars emerged, each one a witness to this gentle betrayal.

Part VII: The Breaking Point

The night everything changed, rain fell in sheets against the hospital windows, nature's own symphony of grief. Mr. Hartono's condition had taken a sudden turn, his breathing becoming a ragged battle against inevitability. The machines around him sang their desperate chorus as doctors and nurses moved with practiced urgency.

Arya stood pressed against the wall, watching his father's life navigate its final rapids. His phone buzzed in his pocket—Hana, surely, responding to his terse message about the emergency. But it was Siska's name that glowed on the screen, her words a lifeline in the storm: "I'm here if you need me."

Time stretched like taffy, sweet with memory and bitter with anticipation. Through it all, his father fought with the same quiet dignity that had defined his life. When the end came, it was with a gentleness that belied the violence of loss—like a book closing on its final page, like a song fading into silence.

In the aftermath, as dawn painted the sky in shades of pearl and promise, Arya found himself in the garden again. Hana found him there, her love reaching out like sunlight through storm clouds. But he had already turned toward shadow, toward the comfort of shared darkness he'd found with Siska.
Part VIII: The Unraveling

The weeks following his father’s funeral unspooled like a thread pulled from a treasured sweater—each day making the whole thing feel closer to falling apart. Arya moved through his life like a ghost haunting his own existence, his apartment becoming a museum of memories he couldn’t bear to face. Hana’s toothbrush still stood in its holder, her favorite mug waited patiently in the cupboard, each object a silent accusation.

In the evenings, he found himself drawn to the hospital like a moth to flame, though there was no longer any reason to be there. Except Siska. She had taken to walking the grounds after her mother’s treatments, her own grief creating a gravitational pull he couldn’t resist.

“Do you believe in parallel universes?” she asked one night, as they sat beneath a banyan tree whose roots seemed to reach into the underworld itself. “Somewhere there might be versions of us who never knew this kind of pain.”

Arya watched the play of shadows across her face, thinking how grief had its own kind of beauty. “Sometimes I think we’re living in the wrong universe,” he replied, his voice soft as falling leaves. “Like we took a wrong turn somewhere and ended up in the darkest timeline.”

Hana called that night, her voice carrying across the digital divide like a lighthouse beam searching for lost ships. “Come home,” she said, not knowing he was already home—just not to the home she meant. “We can face this together. Grief doesn’t have to be a solitary journey.”

But solitude had become his armor, and Siska his mirror in the darkness. They understood each other in ways that hurt less than Hana’s relentless hope, her determined love that demanded he heal, that he return to the person he used to be.

Part IX: The Storm Breaks

On a Tuesday evening, heavy with the promise of rain, Hana arrived unannounced at his door. She wore the blue dress from their first date, carried a bag of groceries like an offering of normalcy. Her smile, when he opened the door, was bright enough to burn.

“I thought we could cook together,” she said, moving past him into the kitchen they had once shared like a dance floor. “Like we used to, remember? Your father’s Soto recipe.”

The mention of his father cracked something in Arya’s chest. “I can’t,” he said, the words tasting of ashes. “Hana, I just… I can’t.”

She set the bag down with deliberate care, each movement measured as if handling explosives. “Can’t cook? Can’t remember? Can’t love me anymore?” Her voice held no accusation, only a terrible gentleness that made everything worse.

“I’m seeing someone,” he said to the floor, to the walls, to anywhere but her face. “Her name is Siska. She understands—”

“Understands what?” Hana’s question cut through the air like a blade through silk. “What it’s like to lose someone? I lost them too, Arya. Your parents were my family too.”

Rain began to fall outside, nature’s percussion accompanying their final act. Hana’s tears matched its rhythm, each drop a period at the end of their story.

Part X: The Bridge

The night air hung heavy with moisture as Arya stood on the Sutomo Bridge, its iron railings cold beneath his palms. Below, the river moved like liquid darkness, its surface occasionally catching the reflection of passing cars, brief constellations in the deep.

His phone lay silent in his pocket, heavy with unanswered messages. Hana’s last words echoed in his mind: “Love isn’t just about understanding pain. It’s about choosing to face it together.” Siska’s text glowed with a different truth: “Some souls are meant to drown together.”

The city lights blurred into a corona of color, each one a star falling into the river of his consciousness. He thought of his father’s last breath, how it had seemed to carry away the last tether holding him to the world of the living. He thought of his mother’s garden, now overgrown with memories no one tended.

“Forgive me,” he whispered to the night, his words carried away by a wind that smelled of rain and remembering. “Forgive me for being too small a vessel to contain so much love, too fragile a soul to bear so much pain.”

The moon watched with her ancient, understanding eye as he stood between earth and air, feeling the weight of gravity like love’s final embrace. Each heartbeat was a countdown, each breath a farewell to a different possibility.

His last thought was of paper boats, sailing in puddles after rain—his father’s hands guiding his own in careful folds, his mother’s laugh like music, Hana’s smile bright as morning, Siska’s eyes dark as still water. The river reached up to embrace him like a lover, like a mother, like forgiveness itself.

Part XI: The Echo

They found him at dawn, when the river surrendered its secrets to the morning light. The news spread through the city like ripples in still water, touching lives he’d never known he’d touched.

Hana and Siska met for the first time in the hospital corridor where their paths had never crossed during those long nights of vigil. They recognized each other instantly, the way two people sharing the same wound might.

“He talked about you,” Siska said, her voice small in the vast emptiness Arya had left behind. “About your light.”

“He wrote about you,” Hana replied, holding out a creased paper found in his apartment. “About finding darkness to match his own.”

They stood together at his funeral, their shadows stretching toward each other across his grave like hands that could never quite touch. The priest spoke of peace and finding rest, but both women knew the truth—that some stories don’t end, they simply change form.

Epilogue: The Continuing

The world spins on, as worlds must. Seasons change, leaves fall, rivers flow. In the years that follow, Hana plants a garden of night-blooming flowers, their fragrance carrying memories into the darkness. Siska leaves the hospital to work with grief counseling groups, helping others navigate the labyrinths she knows too well.

They meet sometimes, these two women who loved different pieces of the same broken soul. They share coffee in the hospital café where it all began, speaking of him in the way people speak of dreams upon waking—with a mixture of longing and relief, knowing that some stories are meant to be carried rather than resolved.

For in the great economy of the heart, nothing is ever truly lost; it merely changes form, like water becoming cloud becoming rain becoming river, flowing forever toward the sea of memory where all stories eventually merge. And sometimes, on nights when the moon is full and the wind carries the scent of jasmine, those who loved him swear they can hear his laughter in the river’s song—a reminder that love, like water, finds its own level, its own way, its own peace in the end.


Release: The Lone Ranger

 
The Lone Ranger
Genre: Western/Action/Adventure
Director: James Mangold
Writer: Dwight Gallo
Based on the characters created by George W. Trendle and Fran Striker
Cast: Jacob Elordi, Amber Midthunder, Russell Crowe, Lee Pace, Scott MacArthur, Oliver Platt, Floriana Lima, Wes Studi, Michael Greyeyes



Budget: $85,000,000
Domestic Box Office: $101,048,195
Foreign Box Office: $130,589,403
Total Profit: $65,854,536

Reaction: A solid box office entry for one of Jacob Elordi's first big budget leading man tests, and certainly more successful than Disney's previous Lone Ranger film.



"The Lone Ranger rides again, but this time with grit instead of glitter. Dwight Gallo’s script and James Mangold’s direction steer it closer to Dances with Wolves than Disney spectacle. The pacing is slow, sure, but it builds real emotional weight. When the dust finally settles, the payoff hits hard. A grounded, powerful retelling that makes the wait worth every minute." - Dexter Quinn, Cinematic Observer Newsletter 



"The Lone Ranger is way cooler than expected — gritty, fast, and surprisingly heartfelt. Elordi does fine, but Amber Midthunder steals the show with a badass reimagining of Tonto. The train/heist/hot-air balloon finale is peak Mangold mayhem. Yeah, it leans on classic Western beats, but it leans hard enough to make them hit. Slick, sincere, and way more fun than it sounds." - Riley Storm, The Quibbler



"James Mangold’s The Lone Ranger is a handsomely mounted return to classic Western tropes, but its familiar story of railroad corruption and frontier justice treads well-worn ground. Jacob Elordi is solid, though upstaged by Amber Midthunder’s compelling Tonto. The film’s reverence for genre traditions is admirable, but it never quite escapes predictability. Still, it’s a respectable, if derivative, ride for fans of old-school Westerns." - Arthur Blake, Worthington Daily Globe









Rated PG-13 for Western violence/action, and thematic elements






Monday, July 28, 2025

HISTORY LESSON (SEASON 6)

 

Welcome to History Lesson, where we take a closer look at the movies that dare to tackle real-life events with varying levels of accuracy, drama, and WTF casting choices. These films promise to educate and entertain, but more often than not, they rewrite history with the subtlety of a sledgehammer. We’ll be your guide through the land of miscast biopics, dramatic embellishments, and historical “inspired-by” liberties, breaking down whether these flicks are Golden Reel Award-worthy masterpieces or just a big-budget Wikipedia summary. Either way, it’s more fun than your high school history class—and there’s popcorn.

This time around we will take a look at Season 6's fact-based slate....




HISTORY LESSON: Swim Through the Darkness

What happens when you mix 60s folk-pop, a VW Bus, a forehead spider tattoo, and a man named Maitreya Kali? You get Swim Through the Darkness, a biopic so relentlessly grim it makes Requiem for a Dream look like a feel-good comedy. Steve McQueen directs this biographical fever dream about Craig Smith - er, sorry, Maitreya Kali — played by John Gallagher Jr., whose descent from Beach Boys-adjacent golden boy to acid-tripping, knife-wielding, restraining-order magnet is both depressing and utterly bizarre. This is the story of a man who went from singing sunny tunes to handing out his self-produced album Inca like it was a mixtape at Coachella — except instead of Coachella, it’s the mean streets of L.A., and nobody’s interested.

The film’s timeline jumps around like Craig’s mental state, taking us from his brief stint in a Monkees knockoff to tripping face in Afghanistan, and then spiraling all the way down to assault charges and a homeless existence. Oh, and did we mention the spider tattoo? Because McQueen sure doesn’t let us forget it. The supporting cast includes Melissa Benoist as the ex-acquaintance who regrets running into him, and Jonathan Groff as the best friend who just wanted to make music but instead got a knife pulled on him. Meanwhile, the soundtrack of Craig’s earnest folk tunes is a tonal mismatch so profound it somehow works. If nothing else, this film will teach you that even the grooviest of hippie dreams can end with you sprawled out on the ground, alone in an Afghani alley. Who needs sunshine when you’ve got Swim Through the Darkness?





HISTORY LESSON: Bonnie and Clyde

Taika Waititi’s Bonnie and Clyde is less a history lesson and more a karaoke night with Depression-era criminals, and honestly, we’re here for it. Michael B. Jordan’s Clyde Barrow is so charismatic, you forget the real Clyde was more “small-town crook” than “smooth criminal,” while Elizabeth Olsen’s Bonnie Parker is given more gun-slinging moments than she probably ever actually had (spoiler: Bonnie didn’t really wield a Tommy gun in real life, but doesn’t she look cool doing it?). The film gleefully steamrolls over any and all historical accuracy, with moments like Bonnie and Clyde massacring a Klan rally, complete with slow-motion flaming cross impalement. Sure, there’s no evidence they ever fought the Klan, but who’s going to argue with Clyde shouting, “There you go, baby,” as Bonnie goes full action hero?

Also, historical purists might raise an eyebrow at Barry Keoghan’s W.D. Jones being portrayed as a lovable, bumbling sidekick rather than the angsty 16-year-old accomplice he really was. And let’s not even start on Bonnie comforting Clyde to Jefferson Starship’s Miracles — a song that came out 40 years later. But hey, why let facts get in the way of watching the duo’s bullet-riddled demise set to Jessica by The Allman Brothers Band? If actual history were this entertaining, we’d all have aced our high school history exams.





HISTORY LESSON: Shake Hands with the Devil

Shake Hands with the Devil is the kind of war drama that earnestly stares into the abyss—then decides to monologue at it for two and a half hours. Director Bennett Miller gives us a polished, emotionally reserved look at the Rwandan genocide through the eyes of UN Colonel Roméo Dallaire (played by Liam Neeson, whose decision not to attempt a Quebecois accent is either a wise artistic choice or a complete surrender to dialect apathy). Neeson does what he can, but spends much of the film looking like he’s waiting for someone to bring him tea, or possibly a clearer sense of the script’s tone. Credit where it’s due: the film means to tell a vital, horrifying story—and occasionally succeeds, especially in its depiction of bureaucratic inertia and moral paralysis. But it often swaps urgency for sepia-toned brooding and prestige-drama fog.

Historically speaking, the film takes some… liberties. Dallaire did not suggest President Habyarimana travel by plane to avoid danger (a plot point here that somehow makes the audience complicit in the assassination setup). There’s also no record of an actual surface-to-air missile lair being manned in a Kigali basement like it’s a Bond villain’s starter pack. And while the real Dallaire did save thousands of lives, the idea that he was sitting alone in a Quebec psychologist’s office narrating his trauma like it’s Frasier After Dark is pure dramatic invention. The film seems to desperately want him to be both helpless and heroic, which makes for a tonally confused experience. Still, it’s a powerful story—just not always the one it thinks it’s telling.

Now Showing: The Lone Ranger

 
The Lone Ranger
Genre: Western/Action/Adventure
Director: James Mangold
Writer: Dwight Gallo
Based on the characters created by George W. Trendle and Fran Striker
Cast: Jacob Elordi, Amber Midthunder, Russell Crowe, Lee Pace, Scott MacArthur, Oliver Platt, Floriana Lima, Wes Studi, Michael Greyeyes

Plot: Texas - 1850.
While the Civil War rages on in other parts of the country, Young John Reid, the son of Christian missionaries, is brought along with his family to the uncivilized areas of western Texas. While his parents try to convert a local Comanche tribe to Christianity, John befriends a young Native girl named Tonto. Even at an early age, Tonto is more interested in warrior training than the traditional roles expected of her. Tonto's father, Chief Silverheels (Michael Greyeyes), is wary of the missionaries and even more wary of his daughter's refusal to accept her role in their culture. As tensions rise between settlers and natives, John's family leaves the area.

1870. 
The Civil War has ended and John Reid (Jacob Elordi) has grown up to be a Texas Ranger under the leadership of his older brother Dan Reid (Lee Pace). Dan rides on a majestic white horse, Silver. Together, they work with a group of Rangers at transporting a group of prisoners through the expansive Comanche nation by stagecoach. The final destination on their trip is Colby, Texas, a booming railroad town. One of the prisoners, Collins Cavendish (Scott MacArthur), continually boasts that his powerful brother will get him released once they get to Colby. John inquires who Collins' brother is, and Collins explains that his brother Butch is in charge of building the railroad from Colby toward the Pacific Ocean and is close friends with the governor. Dan tells Collins that he doesn't care who his brother is or who he knows. All that matters to Dan is that Collins is criminal like the others he is chained up with in the stagecoach and that he will be brought before a judge to determine his fate. 

Railroad magnate Butch Cavendish (Russell Crowe) looks out his window in Colby at the lack of progress being made on his railroad. Cavendish is interrupted by an unexpected visit from Senator Clayton (Oliver Platt), who inquires on the progress of the railroad. Cavendish lies to the politician, saying that they are right on schedule. Clayton plays along, saying that is good news. Clayton then reminds Cavendish that if his company does not reach each milestone on-time along the track to California, the federal government will not pay Cavendish and will instead find someone else who can finish the job. Cavendish jovially offers Clayton a glass of whiskey, but Clayton declines saying he has other business in town to conduct still before he returns to Washington. Shortly after Clayton leaves, a railroad surveyor enters Cavendish's office, having been tasked with helping map out the railroad's path to the Pacific Coast in California. The surveyor nervously informs Cavendish that there is a problem with his planned route - it is blocked by Comanche lands. The surveyor suggests finding a path around the Comanche territory, even if it means that the construction will fall further behind schedule. This infuriates Cavendish, who grabs a model train off his desk and beats the surveyor with it, killing him. Cavendish then calls the beautiful Isabella Gomez (Floriana Lima) into his office. As she dutifully kisses him, he orders her to break his brother out of the custody of the rangers as he has a job for him.

John, Dan and their Texas Rangers prisoner stagecoach reach Bryant's Gap, a deep canyon that they must pass through on their route. Dan urges the other Rangers to be on high alert. Once they are deep into the canyon, John quietly tells his brother that he saw a shadow move in the rocks up ahead. Dan can't see anything himself though, commenting that it must have been wildlife. Two gunshots suddenly ring out, hitting the two horses pulling the stagecoach. The cabin flips over, breaking apart, allowing Collins and the other prisoners to escape. John, Dan and the other Rangers take over, but cannot see their attackers as the sun is shining in their faces. Collins emerges from the wreckage of the stagecoach and joins forces with Isabella. She tosses Collins a gun. Isabella uses her deadly throwing knives, taking aim at John. Dan sees this and blocks the path, with the knife hitting Dan in the heart. Collins, meanwhile, shoots John in the chest when he goes to his brother's aid. John and Dan lie on the ground, bleeding, as Collins and Isabella kill the rest of the Rangers and even the other prisoners, leaving no human left standing. Isabella walks over to Dan and John. She pulls her knife from Dan's chest. Isabella and Collins leave the scene after setting fire to the carnage they caused. John, barely clinging to life, tries to crawl away from the area, eventually passing out in the desert.

Tonto (Amber Midthunder) has become a nomad without a tribe after she was shunned for wanting to be a warrior. She sees smoke rising from the canyon and goes to investigate. She stumbles upon John, unconscious, in the path. At first she assumes he is dead and is prepared to move along, but when he lets out a pained moan, Tonto realizes that John is still alive. She checks on all the other bodies, but they are all clearly deceased. She drags John behind her horse out of the canyon and to a medicine man camped along the prairies. Along the trip, Tonto observes that Dan's white horse, Silver, is following. The medicine man, Tosahwi (Wes Studi), performs a ritual and treats John's gunshot wound with an ointment made of herbs. When John awakens, he and Tonto realize that they knew each other when they were children. John asks how her tribe is, and she regretfully reveals that she was exiled for not conforming to her tribe's traditional role for women. 

Collins and Isabella arrive in Colby where they are greeted by Cavendish, who gives Isabella a kiss and his brother Collins a pat on the back. Cavendish reveals his plan to them - they are going to build the railroad right through Comanche land and if the Comanche don't like it, they'll simply slaughter the lot of them. Collins is excited, happy to get back to some more violence after time behind bars. Collins and Isabella load up on weaponry and round up a rough posse of railroad workers.

Tonto and Tosahwi help nurse John back to full strength. When John sees Silver outside, his eyes tear up at the thought of his brother's death. Tonto asks John if he was close with the horse. John laughs, saying that he never even rode Silver. Tosahwi proposes that Dan's spirit has become one with the spirit of the horse and is now watching after John. Now that he has had time to heal from his wounds, John tells Tonto that he has to go and to Colby to get revenge for his brother's death. Before John leaves, Tosahwi gives John a mask symbolizing rebirth and vengeance. As John mounts Silver and turns to ride back toward Colby, Tonto stops him. Tonto tells John that she will come with him and help avenge Dan's death. Together John and Tonto ride across the prairies back toward the desert. 

Under the cover of darkness, Isabella, Collins and their posse surround an Comanche village. They set fire to the village with torches, shooting any Comanche natives that try to leave the village. Chief Silverheels stands up to the posse, but is shot in the chest for his defiance. The attack is merciless, with screams of the natives echoing through the night as flames and bullets consume the village. Once the screaming finally ceases, Collins calls off the posse, telling them that drinks at the Colby saloon are paid for by his big brother tonight.

Along the road back to Colby, John and Tonto stop in Bryant’s Gap. John and Tonto work together to bury the killed Rangers, including Dan. After digging the graves, John finds his Texas Ranger badge in the dirt and clips it back onto his jacket. Tonto informs John that the quickest route to Colby is through Comanche lands. John is wary at cutting through the native territory, but Tonto assures him that they will be safer going through Comanche lands than sticking to the main roads.

As John and Tonto ride into Comanche territory, the burnt remnants of Tonto’s old village appear on the horizon. Tonto urges her horse forward as John follows nervously. As they approach, they hear the distant, labored breath of a dying man. It’s Chief Silverheels, bloodied and propped against the ruins of a ceremonial lodge. His eyes widen when he sees his daughter. He reaches out weakly. Tonto kneels beside him. In his final moments, Silverheels confesses regret. He tells her that he misjudged her, that her strength and spirit were what the tribe needed, not something to be cast out. Silverheels tells them that he heard the name Cavendish when the village was attacked. Silverheels succumbs to his injuries as Tonto weeps.

Once the fires in the Comanche village have gone cold. Tonto kneels beside her father's body, wrapping him carefully in his cloak. John stands nearby, hat in hand. Tonto speaks softly in Comanche - her father’s name, his clan, a prayer of passage. Together, they carry Silverheels’ wrapped body to a ridge above the village. At the edge of the ridge, Tonto and John begin constructing a scaffold pyre - a Comanche death platform built from branches and cedar poles. They place Silverheels atop the platform, arms folded over his chest, his face toward the stars. Tonto lights a small bundle of dried sage and sweetgrass beneath the scaffold. Smoke curls around her father's form, spiraling upward into the sky. She chants under her breath in the Comanche tongue.

John and Tonto ride in silence across the prairie. The wind howls low through the grasslands. Neither has spoken since burying Silverheels. As they cross a ridge, the outskirts of Colby come into view. 

Later that evening, the Colby saloon bustles with life. Railroad workers crowd the bar, half-drunk and singing. John pushes through the crowd in Dan's old coat, his hat low over his face. Tonto slips in behind him. Toward the back, Collins Cavendish sits at a poker table. John grabs Collins by the collar and slams him against the wall. Collins tries to go for his gun, but John's already got the drop on him. John demands to know why Collins killed his brother and who ordered it. Collins, panicked and still cocky through the haze of liquor, admits that Dan’s death was part of a larger plan. The ambush, the massacre - it all came down from Butch. The railroad couldn’t wait, and the Comanche stood in the way. The Rangers were just collateral. John lets him go. Collins reaches for his pistol, but John is faster and one shot to the chest ends Collins' life. The saloon goes quiet. Tonto lowers her gaze, and the two of them walk out through the front doors, leaving Collins’ body slumped against the wall. 

John tells Tonto if Collins was telling the truth, there has to be a paper trail - orders, ledgers, something that ties Butch to the massacre. They can see the mainline train Cavendish will use for the final ceremony. At the far end, hitched to the engine, is a private railcar. John points out that it has to Butch Cavendish's private train - which is probably where he'd keep his valuables. John and Tonto move across the tracks, ducking behind stacked crates and engine wheels. A lone guard smokes a cigar at the end of the caboose. Tonto circles around silently while John distracts from the opposite side. Tonto drops from above and strikes him unconscious with the butt of her tomahawk. John and Tonto board the railcar. A desk at the far end is cluttered with maps, sealed documents, and a half-written letter to Senator Clayton. John sweeps the papers into his satchel, and the two leave the car before anyone spots them, vanishing into the darkness.  

As morning approaches, John looks over all the documents. The evidence is clear - Butch Cavendish ordered everything: the massacre, the Ranger ambush, the land theft, all to finish his railroad and secure his payment from the federal government. 

The town square is alive with celebration. At the center of town, a hot air balloon has been raised, tethered to the platform where the final golden spike is to be hammered. Cavendish stands beside it, shaking hands with town leaders. Isabella watches nearby, eyes scanning the crowd - on high-alert after Collins was gunned down the night before. Senator Clayton sits on the stage, growing visibly uneasy as Cavendish makes grand claims about how the railroad will unite the country - with or without the consent of "obstacles in the land." 

John and Tonto mount up and ride toward the square from opposite sides. As Cavendish hoists the spike high to cheers from the crowd, a gunshot cracks the air. John rides into the square on Silver, mask on, badge gleaming. The townsfolk freeze. The guards reach for their rifles, but a second shot, this time from Tonto, hits the rope holding the balloon, shaking it violently and sending gasps through the square. John dismounts and throws a bundle of documents at Cavendish’s feet. The papers scatter across the ground. Townsfolk pick them up, reading aloud: orders for munitions, authorization for land seizure, correspondence about clearing native resistance. Cavendish tries to shout it down, calling John a criminal and a traitor. Senator Clayton stands and picks up one of the pages, reading it silently. After reading the damning information, Clayton orders the arrest of Butch Cavendish. Isabella signals to nearby guards. They raise rifles. Cavendish retreats quickly, climbing into the hot air balloon basket as it’s cut loose from the mooring ropes. The balloon rises fast above the square. Cavendish yells down, furious, spitting threats as the wind pulls him into the sky. John leaps from a water trough onto the back of a wagon and from there onto the rising balloon’s tether, climbing quickly before it lifts too far.

The celebratory locomotive begins moving down the fresh western track. Tonto spots Isabella leaping aboard the train, flanked by two of Cavendish’s men. She draws her tomahawk and races on foot to the last car, climbing on as the engine gains speed. On the roof of the second car, Isabella pulls her knives, waiting.

John pulls himself over the edge of the basket. Cavendish is waiting with a rifle, but John knocks it away. The basket sways as they fight, fists and elbows flying. Cavendish is older but dangerous, fueled by desperation. John gains the upper hand, knocking Cavendish into the ropes. Cavendish pulls a hidden blade and lunges. They slam into the edge, nearly tipping the basket. John finally gets the blade and pins Cavendish down. Below, the townsfolk watch in awe as the balloon floats overhead, drifting toward the ridge. Cavendish begs. John kicks the weapon overboard and leaves him clinging to the edge of the basket.

Tonto and Isabella fight brutally atop the train cars. Isabella slices with her knives. Tonto parries with her tomahawk. Isabella gets the upper hand and drives Tonto against the edge, blade at her throat. But Tonto spots a bridge coming. She shifts her weight, throwing Isabella off balance. Just as the train reaches the narrow trestle, Tonto flips her over. Isabella falls screaming into the river canyon below. Tonto breathes hard, watching her vanish in the water below. She wipes blood from her cheek and climbs down into the train. She whistles for her horse and rides back toward Colby.

The balloon floats lower now, leaking slowly. John jumps clear and rolls onto the roof of a building, landing hard. Cavendish remains in the balloon, clutching the side, until it slams into a water tower outside of town and erupts into flame. 

The townspeople gather around John and Tonto. Senator Clayton, now holding a full stack of Cavendish’s papers, tells the townsfolk that justice will be served - and that contracts and titles acquired through blood will be considered void.

On the ridge above Colby, John secures Silver's saddle while Tonto stands nearby with her own horse. John confesses that he doesn't know what comes next - no badge, no orders, just open land. Tonto tells him that justice isn’t something you wait for, it’s something you ride toward. John steps in closer to Tonto. They kiss, soft at first, then deeper. When they part, Tonto rests her forehead against his chest.  They mount up and ride off together, side by side, vanishing into the horizon.


Sunday, July 27, 2025

Resume: Amber Midthunder

 

For this edition of Resume, we are taking a look at the resume of The Lone Ranger star Amber Midthunder!



Season 21
Twisted Metal
Director: Alexandre Aja
Writers: APJ & Chad Taylor


Budget: $52,000,000
Domestic Box Office: $62,042,235
Foreign Box Office: $88,382,485
Total Profit: $39,859,389​



Amber Midthunder did not make her LRF debut until Season 21's grindhouse video game adaptation, Twisted Metal. The film was a solid success at the box office, and Midthunder was nominated along with the rest of the cast for the Best Ensemble Cast GRA.



Season 22
The Only Good Indians
Director: Jeff Barnaby
Writer: Rene Menzie


Budget: $24,000,000
Domestic Box Office: $32,002,853
Foreign Box Office: $12,910,935
Total Profit: $3,020,110



Midthunder was right back just one season later with as the female lead in the Native American themed horror project, The Only Good Indians. Critics were favorable toward her performance, and the film just barely managed to break even. 



Season 24
Pocahontas
Director: Gore Verbinski
Writer: Walter McKnight


Budget: $114,000,000
Domestic Box Office: $283,198,390
Foreign Box Office: $260,772,907
Total Profit: $184,998,097



Amber Midthunder next appeared in her biggest role to date, a big budget adaptation based on the Pocahontas animated film. The film was a huge hit at the box office and she scored a GRA nomination for Best Starring Couple alongside her co-star Joe Alwyn.



Season 27
Season 27
The Maid
Director: Susanne Bier
Writer: Rachel Hallett Hardcastle


Budget: $28,000,000
Domestic Box Office: $17,100,670
Foreign Box Office: $10,087,901
Total Profit: -$29,000,082


Following the success of Pocahontas, Midthunder next starred in the novel adaptation The Maid. This film came in a big stretch of novel adaptation failures, and this film was no difference with the film flopping with audiences and critics alike. 




Up Next:
Amber Midthunder is in talks to reprise her role of Pocahontas in a sequel, although the film is still a few seasons away at least.



Review:
  • Highest Grossing Film: Pocahontas ($543,971,297)
  • Most Profitable Film: Pocahontas ($184,998,097)
  • Most Awarded Film: Pocahontas (3 Nominations)
  • Best Reviewed Film: The Only Good Indians (Metascore: 70)

Top 10 Western Films

 

Sherman J. Pearson here for another Top 10. Dwight Gallo is back with a new Western this round (I haven't had a chance to view it yet, unfortunately), so it seemed like a good chance to tackle the studio's best Western films.

Top 10 Western Films
10. Outlaw Country
9. Hex
8. Urban Cowboy
7. Ranger
6. Oklahoma!
5. Rodeo
4. Of Rocks and Sand
3. Cascade
2. AKA Billy the Kid
1. Blood Meridian

Honorable Mention has to go to the epic LRTV series from Dwight Gallo, Nez Perce, which would be #1 on this list of series were included. Here's the link to that: (https://lrfdatabase.weebly.com/nez-perce.html)