WICKED: FOR GOOD Review

With a More Interesting Narrative Perspective and Higher Stakes, Jon M. Chu's Follow-Up is a Meaningful and Compelling Conclusion to the Saga of the Wicked Witch.

RUNNING MAN Review

Despite Glen Powell's Star Power this is Director Edgar Wright's Least Distinctive Effort to Date as it's Never as Biting or Specific as His Riffs on Other Genres.

PREDATOR: BADLANDS Review

Dan Trachtenberg Continues to Expand on the Predator Franchise, this Time Making the Titular Antagonist a Protagonist we Root For and Want to See More Of.

AFTER THE HUNT Review

Director Luca Guadagnino's Latest May Not Have Been Made to Make Audiences Feel Comfortable, but it Might Have at Least Alluded to Something More Bold.

ONE BATTLE AFTER ANOTHER Review

Paul Thomas Anderson and Leonardo DiCaprio Team-Up for the First Time to Deliver a Thrilling, Timely and Ambitious Film that Delivers on Every Front One Might Hope.

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ONE NIGHT IN MIAMI... Review

It was seventy degrees in Miami Beach, Florida on the night of February 25th, 1964. It had reached temperatures as high as eighty-one earlier in the day, but the night was mostly cloudy and pretty damn humid. Ironically, this rather oppressive climate would be the backdrop for the night Cassius Clay (Eli Goree) would become the heavyweight champion of the world at the unbelievable age of only twenty-two. Clay, in a somewhat shocking upset, defeated the animal that was Sonny Liston-who was ten years Clay’s senior-by technical knockout when Liston refused to answer the bell at the start of the seventh round. Because no one actually expected the young, cocky Clay to take home the title there was no large celebration planned. Instead, Clay and a thirty-eight year-old Malcolm X (Kingsley Ben-Adir)-his spiritual mentor-who Clay had flown in for support along with the likes of eventual NFL Hall of Famer Jim Brown (Aldis Hodge), who'd just turned twenty-eight eight days prior, and the absolute musical legend that is Sam Cooke (Leslie Odom Jr.) who'd celebrated his thirty-third birthday at the end of January, but who had no idea he'd never see his thirty-fourth as he'd be killed only ten months after the events of the film all retreated back to the black section of town and mostly hung out in the small, unremarkable hotel room that Clay had arranged for his friend Malcolm X. On February 26th, 1964 Clay would announce that we was becoming a Muslim and henceforth become known as Muhammed Ali. 

One Night in Miami…, the feature directorial debut of Oscar winner Regina King (If Beale Street Could Talk) based on the 2013 stage play by Kemp Powers is about what theoretically happened on this single night when four men who would come to define their era and play immeasurable roles in the larger fight for civil rights explicitly had nothing better to do than celebrate their friend's win with cheap booze and vanilla ice cream. Of course, there is no way to know the actual conversations held between these men that fateful night in Miami, but Powers-who adapted his own stage play for the screen-has surmised what was on the minds of each man given the circumstances of their lives at the time and what each would come to do in the months following that February night. In many ways the film is almost an origin story for the mythical status the four would come to be renowned for, but what is not only insightful about Kemp's screenplay and King's direction, but absolutely critical to the success of conveying the main ideas infused through each of these figures is that even these men who would go on to be regarded as legends, heroes, martyrs, and what have you-even they were vulnerable human beings who doubted themselves and questioned their choices. Obviously, this is something of an over-simplification of what's at the heart of One Night in Miami... and yet it perfectly encapsulates that no matter how deep this thing cuts or what complicated questions it poses the execution of it all feels absolutely effortless.