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Eddington

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Eddington

July 21, 2025 | 796 words | Movies

Wow, what a surprise this movie turned out to be.  The promotional blurb offers only the following: “During the COVID-19 pandemic, a stand-off between a small-town sheriff and mayor sparks a powder keg as neighbor is pitted against neighbor in Eddington, New Mexico.”

While the phrase “powder keg” turns out to be accurate in a very literal sense once we get to the third act, I was not prepared for the layered by-play that leads up to the fireworks.

What starts out as a quiet little film set in a remote section of New Mexico slowly reveals itself to be a colorful tableau of just about every hot-button social issue you can think of.

The low-key setting somehow makes every encounter over these social issues feel more immediate.  The audience can’t help but recognize each exchange as something we ourselves have experienced first-hand, in our own lives.

It begins with the sheriff, a stoic hero of western lore, who is not convinced COVID-19 is a real concern in his isolated part of the country, and anyway is not comfortable wearing a mask due to his mild asthma.  In the local grocery store he comes to the defense of an elderly gent who is turned away for failure to mask up.  He chides the mom-and-pop store owners, along with the mayor who also happens to be in attendance, with “you can’t treat people that way.”

And then the sheriff begins reacting to other things, such as the smooth-operator mayor who is trying to bring some big-time development to this down-at-the-heels community.  Not everyone is convinced their personable, photogenic mayor has got their best interests at heart.  Starting with you-know-who.  

The other characters employ broad strokes to portray different pathologies, and in this movie that has the effect of prompting an examination of our own behavior.  Either in the way we champion what we think is a worthy cause, or in our response to someone else’s well-intentioned advocacy, when that advocacy strikes us as off-kilter.

The script also does an effective job dramatizing the negative potential of social media, capable of warping individual emotions and manipulating public perceptions.

Like when the sheriff decides on a whim that he, too, will enter the upcoming race for mayor.  He shoots a video in his police cruiser, pitching himself as the better candidate, and has his deputy post it as soon as he arrives at work.  When the deputy asks if he is sure about this, the sheriff responds with “I don’t want to overthink this – just post it.”  He has taken this bold step without bothering to consult his wife, who we learn is aghast at the idea for reasons of her own.

Through many an unexpected plot twist and turn the screenplay never really takes sides.  The sheriff’s character functions as our through-line, as he gradually morphs from a grouchy, good guy everyman into someone who begins to exhibit poor judgement and take short cuts.  He deteriorates further into becoming an unpredictable loose cannon and then, finally, a raving lunatic.

The obvious take-away here is the sheriff as a metaphor for how we as a nation have taken the whole grassroots, conspiracy theory, rage-against-the-government thing – the one that Donald Trump triumphantly rode into power – a little too far.

But wait, is that all the writer-director wants to say?  Perhaps not.

In the film’s early sequences, we watch in amusement as several examples of wild-eyed conspiracy theories are trotted out.  Then at the end of the movie there is a surprising about-face, as loose ends are neatly tied up and we get a peek at unidentified forces operating largely in the background that have indeed manipulated – or at the very least taken advantage of – events as they have unfolded.  All for the financial benefit of a very few, and all while finding spokesmen and spokeswomen to ‘manage the message’ and make the inevitable outcomes easier for the rest of this small community to swallow.

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The are a few incongruities along the way, and a few violent scenes I wish were implied rather than depicted in excruciating detail.  But I was able to chalk those up as being in the service of the larger fable being presented for our consideration.  As I say, Eddington somehow manages to explore our national consciousness on just about every hot-button social issue out there.  

This little movie is packed with meaning, and I plan on savoring it all again with a second viewing on the big screen.

Oh, and Joaquin Phoenix does a remarkable job in the role of sheriff, going from a quirky non-conformist we can all recognize and root for most of the time, into someone a lot less agreeable but who is still, unfortunately, very familiar.

Robert J. Cavanaugh, Jr.

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The Phoenician Scheme

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The Phoenician Scheme

July 15, 2025 | 104 words | Movies

Wes Anderson’s latest entry, The Phoenician Scheme, is once again a very clever and droll affair with an entertaining cast of characters and its own unique look, unlike anything else around.  With the occasional cinematic homage sprinkled into the proceedings now and then for good measure.  All of which I find very appealing.  

But I don’t know. Maybe I just caught this movie at the wrong time   Maybe it just wasn’t my night, kid.  Without wanting to rain on Mr. Anderson’s parade, by the end it just struck me like a lot of trouble to go to for not that big of a pay-off.

Robert J. Cavanaugh, Jr.

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The Materialists

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The Materialists

July 5, 2025 | 109 words | Movies

The promotional material for this new film may put you off by giving the impression it is a light-hearted rom-com in the mold of a Julia Roberts-George Clooney romp.  It is anything but.  

This movie is a highly perceptive, finely detailed, and exquisitely executed look at relations between the sexes in New York City, circa 2025.  It’s something Jane Austin might have written if she were still observing those relations today.  

All the acting is first rate, and the framing-pacing-staging of the scenes – everything I imagine the director does – is economical and highly effective.  Not a missed beat in the entire picture.  Please go see this movie.

Robert J. Cavanaugh, Jr.

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Absolution

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Absolution

June 18, 2025 | 146 words | Movies

The brief plot summary of this new Liam Neeson action vehicle currently streaming on Netflix may prompt a “been there, seen that” response from you, as it did me.  And the movie does indeed cover some very familiar ground.  The viewer can anticipate just about every scene, every confrontation. 

But the script and the staging manage to invest the proceedings with some unexpected heart and soul.  

As is typical with this genre, Mr. Neeson’s ex-boxer turned mob enforcer who is rapidly approaching over the hill status is given very little dialogue to work with.  But that dialogue is so effective his character comes across as real, as does everyone else during the very predictable course of events – no matter how cliched any one scene may strike you at first glance.  

This is a well-done workmanlike effort, an enjoyable watch, and ultimately a very satisfying experience.

 

Robert J. Cavanaugh, Jr.

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Donald “Lonesome Rhoades” Trump

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Donald “Lonesome Rhoades” Trump

April 9, 2025 | 802 words | Politics, Vintage Movies

Last month Donald Trump was seen reprimanding the President of Ukraine in a televised sit-own at The White House that was positively cringe-worthy to watch.  He berated the beleaguered foreign leader with remarks such as “you have no cards” and “you should have taken the deal,” as if talking to a recalcitrant child.

This month President Trump is busy trying to re-engineer world trade by way of “shock and awe,” without consulting any of our trading partners.

Say what you will about his second presidential incarnation, but there is certainly no grass growing under Mr. Trump’s feet.

It has been a roller-coaster first three months, providing plentiful grist for the mill of many an esteemed political and social commentator. Amateur and professional observers alike are struggling to understand how things got to this point, how such an individual could have gotten elected not once, but twice, to the highest office in the land.

Allow me to turn your attention to an old movie from the 1950s about the meteoric rise of a crude populist through the power of first radio and then television, and suggest how it might offer up a little window into the bizarre Trump phenomenon we are living through right now.

My local independently-owned film emporium recently featured a showing of A Face in the Crowd, the award-winning 1957 movie written by Budd Schulberg, directed by Elia Kazan, and starring Patricia Neal, Andy Griffith, Walter Matthau, and Tony Franciosa.

At first glance the disheveled two-bit drifter by the name of Larry Rhoads we meet in a backwater jail cell bears no resemblance to the handsome young on-the-rise real estate mogul Donald Trump who first burst onto the society pages in the 1980s.

The movie’s small Southern town boasts a little radio station, and that station has a cub reporter whose job is to uncover local color.  She discovers a drunk Larry Rhoads sleeping it off in a jail cell, shoves a microphone in his face and gives him a chance to sing a song, and maybe spout off a little.  Our down-on-his-luck protagonist comes to life and we are introduced to a natural born story teller full of folk wisdom that goes down easy with the listening audience.

Patricia Neal’s cub reporter christens Andy Griffiths’ character “Lonesome Rhoads,” and the branding begins.  He is a ratings star, and it’s not long before an advertiser wants to move the radio program to a larger market (nearby Memphis) and sponsor Mr. Rhoads folksy diatribes.

Lonesome has an uncanny ability to read any room and knows where his bread is buttered.  His relationships are all strictly transactional, as we say today.  When a hot shot young ad man (Tony Franciosa) offers to bring the Lonesome Rhoads act to New York City and to television, our small-town hero is able to adapt, and he soon extends his appeal to a national audience.

Before long captains of industry are seeking his sage advice on how to appeal to the common man and increase their market share in the process.  A veteran politician who eyes a presidential run is introduced to Mr. Rhoads by a wealthy doner, and Lonesome schools this man on how elections are now going to be won or lost on television, and how he – the veteran politician – needs to loosen up and let his hair down, so as to broaden his appeal among the common folk.

Mind you this script was written a few years before the infamous Nixon-Kenndey televised debates, where Nixon went on to lose a close race after coming off as uptight and extremely uncomfortable in front of the camera.

The script is prescient on a number of fronts, not least of which is how unreliable and unstable our political life has become in an age when public opinion is so easily manipulated.

In the movie, the hero we initially root for as he rises through the ranks through endearing blend of charm, native intelligence, and force of will eventually falls from grace and loses his mass appeal.  And he loses our sympathy, too, as the story reveals him to be someone with no moral core, who doesn’t believe in anything beyond ratings.  

Lonesome Rhoads is eventually overwhelmed by fame and it corrupts him.  He turns into a megalomanic and becomes cynical.  He takes the little people who gave him his popularity for granted.  Once that cynicism is exposed, his time at the top is over.  

The movie ends in the middle of the night, with our hero screaming his slogans from a balcony to an empty room below, with an applause machine going off on cue.  The proto-typical echo chamber.  It remains to be seen how the Donald Trump story will end, but the vintage film A Face in the Crowd may have pointed the way.

Robert J. Cavanaugh, Jr.

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The Room Next Door

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The Room Next Door

March 29, 2025 | 63 words | Films

Are you in the mood for a well-crafted meditation on terminal illness, abiding friendship, the restorative beauty of nature, and the highly controversial subject of how to live and die with dignity?  Well, then, The Room Next Door, written and directed by Pedro Almodovar, starring Tilda Swindon and Julianne Moore, is a quiet, little fable of a film that might resonate with you.

Robert J. Cavanaugh, Jr.

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