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Wanted review – generic crime musical lacks outlaw grit

James Earl Jones theatre, New York City A ‘mostly true’ tale of 19th-century sisters running from the law is underserved in a production stuffed with superfluous showboating The new retooled musical Wanted, from writer Angelica Chéri and composer Ross Baum, opens with a blare of excitement: a Greek chorus of sorts, clad in billowing white garments like spirits from the great beyond, lay their scene in 1890s Texas. There, we meet two Black sisters, Mary and Martha Clarke, who will become wanted criminals. The tone of Baum’s music is portentous, its volume high, suggesting that an epic journey is about to unfold. What ensues from there is, sadly, not quite as suspenseful, moving or grand as advertised. Chéri based this “mostly true” story on two of her great-great aunts, daughters of an emancipated sharecropper whose absent father was white. Mary and Martha are light-skinned and thus figure they can pass in the white world, at least long enough to earn some money that might allow their mother, Tallulah, to buy the cotton-field land she’s been working for decades. It’s a dangerous gambit, and soon devolves into a gun-wielding crime spree in which the sisters rob various deserving targets. But that potentially invigorating spree is reduced to a mere montage, a quick flurry of activity that saps these daring acts of their inherent tension, of any true sense of risk. Despite its dynamic subject matter – marginalized people violently asserting themselves in a repressive time and place – this is a dismayingly tame production, albeit a more muscular one than was staged at New Jersey’s Paper Mill Playhouse in 2024. Continue reading...

The Guardian · 21h ago
Awkwafina: The Unlikely Cook review – the heir to a legendary eatery … who sets soup on fire

She is completely baffled in the kitchen, but the star valiantly resurrects her family’s famous restaurant. Her journey is chaotic, hilarious – and deeply moving It starts both very well and very badly does Awkwafina: The Unlikely Cook. On the one hand, our host’s absolute ignorance of how food works – or pans, or knives, or plates – has a refreshing authenticity about it. Too often in these shows, in which a celebrity goes on A Journey to acquire basic knowledge in what is generally considered to be a normal field of human endeavour, their lack of exposure to it or inability therein is pretended or hammed up. But actor, rapper and comedian Awkwafina – real name Nora Lum, which is what she uses for this series beyond the title, for reasons that will become clear – is the real, wholly baffled deal. Non-game recognises non-game, and as a kitchenphobe myself, I see the truth in her crouched stance by the oven or hob, fearful yet hostile to anything they may ask of her. We see her pour milk over a couple of eggs she has just lobbed doubtfully into a pan, the tentativeness with which she approaches spatulas and ladles, the hatred in her eyes when presented with raw ingredients – it all speaks to someone who has remained truly untouched by the culinary arts and was, at least until a commissioning editor approached with an idea, happy to remain so. Continue reading...

The Guardian · Nov 6
The Mosquito Bowl review – Netflix mixes football, war and cliches in slick by-the-numbers saga

Peter Berg’s handsomely made second world war drama about a football game before the battle of Okinawa is stirring but filled with eye-rolling dialogue Forgive me, but it is difficult not to be a little cynical about The Mosquito Bowl, Peter Berg’s grimly serious action feature situated (and marketed during many an NFL game) at the intersection of two predominant male interests: football and the second world war. Though both are certainly rich topics for cinema, and though I have been a fan of many a football/war story – most especially Berg’s NBC series Friday Night Lights – it is, let’s say, a tricky time for movies filled with dubiously nostalgic patriotism and masculinity. The trailer practically drips with a borderline parodic virility: a cadre of handsome up-and-coming male actors streaked with dirt; a group of men “trained for glory” and “called to war”, triumphantly hoisting aloft footballs, beer and guns to ponderous music. But Berg is a capable and battle-tested director who knows his way around both a clock-ticking thriller ( Deepwater Horizon , Lone Survivor ) and the football field. So while The Mosquito Bowl, adapted for Netflix by Berg and Mark L Smith from a nonfiction book by Buzz Bissinger, fulfills its promise of American male pablum – there is many a clunky monologue about honor and duty and the “white buzz” of adrenaline – it also delivers on competently made, absorbing action sequences. (In huge news for Friday Night Lights fans, the football scenes here are once again scored by Explosions in the Sky.) Both in sport and in war, Berg has a knack for grace within visual cacophony and chaos; graphic sequences in battle and from the 1944 Christmas Eve pickup game at Guadalcanal that gives the film its name suggest, far more than its anvil-heavy dialogue, the connections between the gridiron and the battlefield, how the fleetness and camaraderie of sport can be wielded for survival and killing. There is a stomach-churning catharsis in experiencing,

The Guardian · Oct 29