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Talk to Me

Review by Pam & George O. Singleton

3.5 Stars

Cast

Don Cheadle

Petey Greene

Chiwetel Ejofor

Dewey Hughes

Taraji P. Henson

Vernell Watson

Cedric the Entertainer

Nighthawk

Martin Sheen

E.G. Sonderling

Directed by Kasi Lemmons. Bio-Drama. Rated R for pervasive language and some sexual content. Focus Features. 118 mins.

In the 1960s and ‘70s, Petey Greene (Don Cheadle of Hotel Rwanda, and Reign over Me) got everybody talking, as a “tell it like it is” radio DJ in Washington, D.C. You may have never heard of him but he was so popular in the D.C. area, that when he died more than 10,000 people came to his memorial service. Petey was funny, inspiring and a fierce community activist. He was, at times, also over the top with his self-destructive behavior. He was an ex con man, and Cheadle’s portrayal is right on target. The “git down” Petey you hear and see on-screen, by all accounts is Petey Greene as he was, unlike the shock jock posers of today.  

It was the era when classic soul music was being made at the same time the social fabric of the country was changing because of the Viet Nam War and the Civil Rights movement.
 

When Petey cons his way into an early parole, he looks up Dewey Hughes (Chiwetel Ejofor of Dirty Pretty Things, Children of Men, and HBOs Tsunami: The Aftermath), the brother of a fellow inmate, and someone who had cracked to Petey to come and see him about a job when he got out. Dewey is program director at WOL-AM, a popular urban radio station geared to black music that sees its audience slipping away to edgier DJs.

Dewey is a button-down type, in charge of hiring, and on his way to the top at the station owned by E.G. Sonderling (Martin Sheen). How Petey fast talks his way onto the air for the first time, with Dewey’s help, is funny but it also offers a critical look at how people stereotype one another.

Petey was able to keep it real in prison, and now on the outside, in part because of his sexy girlfriend Vernell (Taraji P. Henson of Hustle of Flow). Now he’s able to connect with the radio audience, not just because he plays good music but he’s always up front with his on air persona.

Petey pulls no punches with his biting social commentary and his invitation to listeners to call him with their thoughts. “Talk to me,” he tells them.

The film’s mix of hilarious circumstances still manages to keep one grounded, even with the events surrounding the death of Martin Luther King Jr. and the impact of the Viet Nam war (with not too subtle connections to Iraq).

Substance abuse and dreams of being on top of the world are the things that limit what Petey and Dewey can do together. If this story were not true, this would be a spoiler. You know things will crash, just not when, and to what extent the damage will be.

Petey’s popularity eventually surpasses that of his fellow star disc jockeys, Nighthawk (Cedric The Entertainer of Charlotte's Web) and Sunny Jim (Vondie Curtis Hall).

We’ve seen excellent biopics in the past about American black men such as Ali and Ray. There are, however, a few notable differences between this film and those pictures. They were internationally known as entertainers by both the public and themselves. Both Petey and Dewey were tough guys but we get a glimpse of that inner self that men generally regard as weakness. That is, love and respect for another man without any homosexual overtones. Talk to Me digs deep in this area.

Director Kasi Lemmons (Eve’s Bayou and The Caveman’s Valentine) captures the flavor of Melvin Van Peebles’ How to Get the Man's Foot Outta Your Ass (2003), which was an update on the 1971 classic Sweet Sweetback's Baadasssss Song. Michael Genet (Spike Lee’s She Hate Me, and who is Dewey Hughes’ son) and Rick Famuyiwa (The Wood) co-wrote the screenplay. 

Take all of the above, add in the great music from the late ‘60s, with a sultry score by Terrence Blanchard, some biting, sarcastic humor about Motown, and you have a movie that is not to be missed. Talk to Me tells quite a story about this slice of American culture. 

George O. Singleton © 2007

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If I Didn't Care

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If I Didn’t Care

Review by Pam & George O. Singleton

3 Stars

Directed by Benjamin and Orson Cummings
Film Noir
Not Rated
Running time: 75 minutes

Cast: Bill Sage, Susie Misner, Noelle Beck and Roy Scheider.

This Hitchcockian film noir tells the story of Davis (Bill Sage), a philandering husband with a wealthy wife named Janice (Noelle Beck), who’s an attorney, and a girlfriend in real estate named Hadley (Susie Misner). They subsequently become involved in three murders. 

Davis and Hadley are two losers in the business world. He continually gets telephone hang ups with his efforts to acquire investors for his real estate development plans. Hadley’s hopes to make it through the winter season in The Hamptons hinge on a big sale to a retired couple who would rather be somewhere that it does not snow. For these two to be together, with money, they decide that they must murder Davis’s wife Janice, a successful lawyer. 

Hadley and Davis are attractively unlikable. And before they can get to Janice, someone else is accidentally murdered, making for some awkward moments between Davis, Janice and Hadley. And for a smart woman, who knows her husband is playing around on her, Janice warms to Davis in a strange way after a murder occurs in their home. Detective Linus (Roy Scheider) is a clever local investigator who suspects the trio of something. It comes as no surprise that the strongest character is Scheider’s Linus. Even at the ripened age of 75, he’s a force to behold on the big screen. 

The opening scene of a car and a gunshot is a major clue to the ending of the film. There is a subtle taste of poetic justice along the lines of Death Sentence and The Brave One. The best dramatic moments come quickly and get your attention, in part because they happen fast in contrast to the deliberate pace of most film noir thrillers from the 1940s and 50s. 

This is one of those movies that you like when you see it, and after it’s over and the more you think about it, the better you like it.   

George O. Singleton © 2007

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Into the Wild

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Into the Wild

Review by Pam & George O. Singleton

4 Stars

Cast:
Emile Hirsch:
Christopher McCandless
Marcia Gay Harden:
Billie McCandless
William Hurt:
Walt McCandless
Jena Malone:
Carine McCandless
Catherine Keener:
Jan
Vince Vaughn:
Wayne
Hal Holbrook:
Ron
Kristen Stewart:
Tracy

Directed by Sean Penn
Screenplay by Sean Penn from a book by Jon Krakauer
True Story
Rated R for language and some nudity
Paramount Vantage
150 minutes 

Chris McCandless (Emile Hirsch) does what we all come to wish for at some point in our life. He walks away from the present and the past to strike out on his own ¾ to answer the call of his wildest spirit. In deference to his new life of wanderlust, he even takes on the name Alex Supertramp!

After graduating from an Ivy League college, bright and idealistic Chris is not interested in the new car his button down parents (William Hurt and Marcia Gay Harden) want to give him as a present. Nor does he want the empty life his father Walt has laid out for him. The history he has with his parents is not the greatest. Chris sees his father’s misery and his mother Billie’s constant attempts to smooth things over. Without a goodbye, he literally takes off for the wilds of Alaska. Only his sister Carine (Jena Malone) comes quickly to the realization of what Chris has done. His parents become aware when they find out that he has given all of his graduation money and savings to charity.

Knowing that this story is based upon actual events allows some of the more mundane necessities of life and the relationships that Chris must deal with jump with electricity, like finding odd jobs to finance his trek to the wilderness. On his journey, Chris recklessly rafts treacherous rapids in the Grand Canyon, and innocently gets involved in an illegal sideline headed up by a larger than life character played by Vince Vaughn. He meets what may be his first real love, Tracy (Kristen Stewart), and treats her with such respect that it tells you a lot about who he really is. Chris’s connections with Jan (Catherine Keener), a long-time free spirit, and Ron (Hal Holbrook), a widower whose passion for life Chris tries to reawaken, explore the what-if factor of his relationship with his parents. He would likely not be on the road looking for a freedom he’s not able to describe. The performance by Holbrook is akin to Morgan Freeman in Feast of Love, but even more powerful.

Chris’s sister Carine, whose letters and journals formed the basis for Krakauer’s book, often narrates the film. Sean Penn has said that it took 10 years for the McCandless family to be comfortable with the making of this picture.

Christopher Candless was a bold and impassioned young man, though rash and unguarded in how he proceeded with his adventure. He took no map with him, and he didn’t let anyone know his exact location of departure into the Alaskan wilderness. He forged ahead without regard or knowledge as to what time of year to cross a river or not, and only a cursory reading of a book on which plants are edible and which are not. There came a time when Chris realized that he might not walk out again, but he never had any doubt that he made the right decision. Even when he knew he was going to die alone in an abandoned bus in Denali National Park, in the foothills of Mt. McKinley, he was a happy man (at least the movie suggests that). If only most of us could be so lucky.

Actor/Director Sean Penn is able to capture the intensity in this film, with his young actor Emile Hirsch as Chris, that we saw of him in Mystic River, and that’s quite a feat. This is a film in which the power of the human spirit soars.

George O. Singleton © 2007

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