The Old Guard [Netflix]

A fairly engaging film by Gina Prince-Bythewood that mildly subverted the superhero film genre. It had great action, hand-on-hand sequences and a good performance by lead actress Charlize Theron. But at just over 2-hours long, the screenplay by Greg Rucka, who also wrote the original comic book this was based on, did tend to dawdle and the plotting and writing was inconsistent and occasionally clunky with many logic lapses and contrivances in the service of plot momentum and twists. The rest of the cast was also a mixed bag, with Luca Marinelli and Marwan Kenzari as standouts (even their characters tend to the steal the show), together with the brooding Matthias Schoenearts. Unfortunately, the two Black characters played by KiKi Layne and Chiwetel Ejiofor were uninteresting and underused respectively. 

Prince-Bythewood's directing was assured and for a first-time action and genre director, she competently executed the terrific open sequence that hooked the audience in and also the climatic big finale fight. Even the hand-on-hand fights, mainly showcasing Theron, were beautifully choreographed, kinetically energetic and believably deadly without the showy slow-mos that was all pretty but usually ridiculous.

On the dramatic front, Theron again shone with her authentic portrayal of an old immortal who has grown world weary and jaded. Similarly, the relationship between Marinelli and Kenzari was a highlight - it was highly refreshing to see queer superheroes in a relationship but not having that queerness highlighted. However, the origin story of Layne's newbie immortal lacked character depth and a sense of urgency. Layne was so good in If Beale Street Could Talk but her talents are kind of wasted here. 

As for the bad guys. they really were of the cupboard-variety, one-dimensional villainy with no ounce of redemption (at least Henry Melling seemed to be having fun, whereas Ejiofor appeared to struggle to give his character a believable purpose).

The music by Hauschka and Dustin O'Halloran was perhaps a bit too on the nose, with lots of #SadPiano and #PlaintiveCello, but otherwise it did help to move the story along. Although perhaps the soundtrack was more apt and memorable than the score. 

The powers-that-be clearly wants this to be a new franchise, and with Rucka already releasing a comic sequel to the first series and the mid-credits easter egg, it is highly likely and inevitable that we will get a franchise soon. Although hopefully the creative team will all be back and maybe hire a co-writer to help Rucka fine tune his screenplay.

Palm Springs [Hulu]

This was a genuinely funny (some great laugh out loud moments), light and frothy rom-com that would have been an excellent Summer escapist film. But now, as we are all more or less stuck in quarantine, this film has added a layer of ironic realism to its existentialism leanings. Thankfully, philosophy and quantum physics were not its priority, instead its focus was on the fantastic chemistry between its two lead - Andy Samberg (who was the right amount of cringiness here) and Cristin Milioti (she of the wide-eyed, not-so manic-pixie foil). 

Written by Andy Siara and Directed by Max Barbakow, this was a trim and unfussy 90 minutes film that held your attention from the beginning to the end. But to me, I wished it ended 2 minutes earlier, that would have been perfect. The epilogue and the mid-credits scene kinda lost a bit of the magic spelled by the preceding 88. Nonetheless, kudos to Barbakow for daftly balancing comedy, romance and existentialism without nary missing a beat. The tonal shifts from fun to dread to wonder to drama to contemplative to hopeful and back to fun again were done very well.

Samberg - reminiscence of Jesse Eisenberg from Zombieland - was a great casting choice. He has the earnesty and sincerity that made him relatable, and also a great timing for comedy (see Brooklyn Nine-Nine). Although, thankfully, Barbakow managed to rein him  an we barely had much slapstick schtick or cringey expressions of frat-humour.

Milioti was a great foil for Samberg, and her journey was a delight to follow. Her transformation through the stages of grief was extremely fun especially as she worked through her denial and anger before arriving at acceptance.

J.K. Simmons played a small but pivotal role and it is hard to see any other actor inhabit this role. Maybe Christopher Walken? Or Sir Ian McKellen? You get the type. 

My only real gripe was the ending. I wonder if the studios had anything to do with it or was it Siara's, or Barbakow's, plan all along. 

Another gripe will be the lack of representation in the film. We have the one token Black actor and the one token Asian guy. It was also a definite fail on the Bechdel Test. And the LGBTQ angle was played for laughs. Gotta work harder, Hollywood.

Nonetheless, this was a great 90 minutes escapism. It brought the laughs and the awwww-shucks, and could be a long shot for an Original Screenplay nomination.