Catholic News Service Movie Reviews



Murder on the Orient Express
By John Mulderig

NEW YORK (CNS) — A formidable list of actors, including Albert Finney, Peter Ustinov and David Suchet, have taken on the role of Agatha Christie’s famed Belgian detective, Hercule Poirot.

Now Kenneth Branagh makes the possessor of the celebrated “little gray cells” his own in the sleek ensemble whodunit “Murder on the Orient Express” (Fox). He also helms the project as director.

Viewers not too mesmerized by the magnificent Guy Fawkes-style goatee with which Branagh has armed himself — “Geraldo Rivera, eat your heart out,” his elaborate mustaches seem to shout as they flaunt their baroque splendour — will note that religious undertones are interwoven into the narrative, which also raises significant moral issues, at least in the abstract.

Like the crime at the heart of the story, and an earlier tragedy to which it seems to be tied, these ethical questions are unsuitable for kids. But Branagh’s take on this classic tale, made into a 1974 film by Sidney Lumet, is sufficiently restrained in other respects as to be possibly acceptable for older adolescents.

References to God and faith in screenwriter Michael Green’s script will come as less of a surprise to those who recall that Christie repeatedly has Poirot identify himself as “bon Catholique” (a good Catholic). It’s hard not to sympathize with his viewpoint in a set of unique circumstances.

Hard cases, so the legal maxim has it, make bad law. Moviegoers of any persuasion, moreover, are hardly likely to have either the opportunity or the inclination to imitate the unacceptable actions that are excused on screen. This is simply not the kind of film from which real-life conclusions are drawn.

Turning the conventions of her genre upside down, in a sense, Christie’s narrative, pegged here to the year of her book’s publication, 1934, presents Poirot with, if anything, too many clues and an array of plausible suspects in the grisly murder of gangster Edward Ratchett (Johnny Depp).

With the luxurious train of the title temporarily derailed by an avalanche that occurs almost simultaneously with the crime, Poirot has the opportunity to question everyone under suspicion. The possible killers include Ratchett’s morose secretary, Hector MacQueen (Josh Gad), and very proper British butler, Edward Henry Masterman (Derek Jacobi), as well as the full complement of the deceased’s fellow passengers.

Prominent among the latter are chatterbox and floozy Caroline Hubbard (Michelle Pfeiffer), joylessly religious missionary Pilar Estravados (Penelope Cruz) and professor Gerhard Hardman (Willem Dafoe), a Nazi ideologue straight from central casting. To go along with the art-deco paneling and Lalique light fixtures, a fussy Russian princess in exile, Natalia Dragomiroff (Judi Dench), also gets thrown into the mix.

Hardman’s racist theories as well as similar attitudes that would prematurely point the finger of blame at African-American physician Dr. Arbuthnot (Leslie Odom Jr.) or at a prosperous Latino car dealer named Marquez (Manuel Garcia-Rulfo) are duly squashed as the proceedings chug along to their familiar-to-many conclusion.

Even for those who know where the tracks are headed, Branagh’s retracing of the journey makes an enjoyable, if rather dark, trip.

The film contains a vengeance theme, scenes of violence, some gory images, a couple of uses of profanity, a few milder oaths and occasional sexual references. The Catholic News Service classification is A-III — adults. The Motion Picture Association of America rating is PG-13 — parents strongly cautioned. Some material may be inappropriate for children under 13.
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Mulderig is on the staff of Catholic News Service.


Daddy’s Home 2
By John Mulderig

NEW YORK (CNS) — Silly slapstick predominates in “Daddy’s Home 2” (Paramount). Though this followup to the 2015 comedy about the blending pains of a post-divorce family is mostly harmless, late scenes mix lame holiday-themed sentimentality with weirdly uncomfortable humour concerning a preteen boy’s emerging sexuality.

Returning director and co-writer Sean Anders’ film should, accordingly, be considered strictly off-limits for young viewers.

Before straying into such dubious territory, Anders — with an eye, no doubt, to someone’s idea of a laugh riot — busies himself finding outlandish mishaps for Will Ferrell to undergo. Ferrell once again plays Brad Whitaker, the timid stepfather whose rivalry with his children’s he-man biological dad, Dusty Mayron (Mark Wahlberg), fuelled the first movie.

Brad and Dusty have achieved a fragile harmony. But their detente is endangered by the arrival for a Christmas visit of their own temperamentally contrasting fathers: Brad’s sensitive pa, retired mail carrier Don (John Lithgow), and Dusty’s trouble-loving, womanizing ex-astronaut sire, Kurt (Mel Gibson).

Kurt verbally pokes and prods Dusty, constantly implying that his association with Brad is undermining both his status as a parent and his masculinity. One of the quarrels he manages to provoke erupts during the clan’s stint as figures in their town’s tableau-style Nativity scene.

Anders and his script collaborator, John Morris, manage to steer clear of anything overly irreverent. Even so, this particular gambit may not sit well with many viewers of faith.

However, we’re soon back to watching Brad get tossed around, knocked off his feet and slammed into walls.

Though wife Sarah (Linda Cardellini) and kids Megan (Scarlett Estevez) and Dylan (Owen Vaccaro) are usually kept in the background, Dylan’s discovery of girls is a recurring joke, one that eventually sends “Daddy’s Home 2” in an unexpectedly distasteful direction. Suffice it to say that, in a bid for a surprise laugh, the screenplay momentarily flirts with a vague form of incest.

Subsequently, as the movie shows us just how successfully the 11-year-old has overcome his innate shyness, with the camera panning a long line of girls awaiting their chance to kiss Dylan under the mistletoe, from within their ranks the face of a boy pops out, beaming with anticipation.

And a Merry Christmas to you, Hollywood.

The film contains much sexual humour, including a sight gag about homosexuality, a few mild oaths, occasional crude and frequent crass language and an obscene gesture. The Catholic News Service classification is A-III — adults. The Motion Picture Association of America rating is PG-13 — parents strongly cautioned. Some material may be inappropriate for children under 13.
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Mulderig is on the staff of Catholic News Service.

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