New Movie, Old Movie (and Absent Friend), Streaming Series, Old Book

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"What Happens Later"

Everybody loved Meg Ryan in what were perhaps the three greatest romantic comedies ever, "When Harry Met Sally", "Sleepless in Seattle", and "You've Got Mail", each of which bore the imprint of the late great Nora Ephron.  Well, Ryan has been off of the grid for it seems like the last twenty or so years, and in this movie, which she co-wrote and directed, Ryan tries to channel the magic of Ephron and recreate a classic RomCom.  In fact, the dedication of the entire film is "For Nora".  Sad to say, this one doesn't come close to anything that Nora Ephron ever did.

Two long ago lovers, played by Ryan and David Duchovny run into each other in some unnamed podunk airport where all flights have been canceled or delayed by one of those annual snowstorms of the century.  After having not seen each other for over twenty-five years, Willa and Bill (they are both named "W. Davis"; cute, huh?) are forced to talk and talk and talk about what happened then, what's going on now, and, of course, what happens later.

It wasn't very romantic, and it wasn't very comedic, and I was distracted throughout by the uncanny resemblance between Duchovny and the late, great Pittsburgh sports broadcaster, Stan Savran:

One Star from The Grandstander.

"Shaft" and Absent Friend, Richard Roundtree

Richard Roundtree

1942-2023

When actor Richard Roundtree passed away last month at the age of 81, I was not inclined to write an Absent Friends post about him, until, that is, I read what Kareem Abdul-Jabbar wrote about him in his biweekly Substack column.  Rather that trying to paraphrase, let me just turn it over to Kareem...

Richard Roundtree died last week, and I felt his passing deeply. In 1971, I was sitting in a dark movie theater watching in awe and excitement as Roundtree, playing Black private detective John Shaft, swaggered, fought, sneered, and romanced his way through Shaft. Even as a 24-year-old, I knew then that this was pop culture history in the making: A new era had arrived in which Black men didn’t have to be polite, non-threatening “Good Negroes.” They could be badass muthas who stood their ground no matter who was pushing against them: White cop or Black gangster.

It was the beginning of the Black action hero trend known as Blaxploitation (though Roundtree and Shaft director Gordon Parks didn’t like that term). Watching Shaft for the first time gave me an injection of pride, and I walked out of the theater with a bit of Shaft’s swagger. Soon Black women action heroes were featured, including Foxy Brown, Coffy, and Cleopatra Jones. Interestingly, Black women became action heroes before White women did, probably because White women were still seen as physically passive gatherers (see above article). Black women, on the other hand, were seen as closer to the jungle, to the sensually primitive. Looking back, the whole trend was pretty sexist, but it was one small step for a Black man, one giant leap for Black culture.

Isaac Hayes created one of the best theme songs in movie history. I hear the first guitar-chainsaw notes and I’m right back on the crowded streets of New York City, black leather jacket and carefully groomed ‘fro, strolling confidently but with purpose. Knowing I “won’t cop out when there’s danger all about.”

So, reading Abdul-Jabbar caused me to seek out, find, and watch the movie for which Roundtree is most famous, 1971's "Shaft", a movie that I had never seen.  It is out there on Amazon Prime ($2.99 rental fee), and I got around to seeing it yesterday.  All that I can say is that it is a movie that is "of it's time."   It is a bit cheesy and dated, but Roundtree is quite charismatic in the role.  In fact, the best part of the movie might have been the opening credits that show Roundtree/Shaft walking the streets of New York City in his leather coat while Isaac Hayes' classic theme music plays.

Oh, and for you sports fans out there one of the "badass muthas" who Shaft must battle is played by none other than Drew Bundini Brown, one time cornerman and chief hanger-on to Muhammed Ali.

Two Stars from The Grandstander.

"Only Murders In The Building"

We know that we are late to the party here, but over the last couple of months, Linda and I have caught up with the delightful streaming series from Hulu, "Only Murders In The Building".  Steve Martin, Martin Short, and Selena Gomez play neighbors in an old and stately New York City apartment building.  Martin plays a washed up television actor, Short plays a washed up never was Broadway director, and Gomez plays a late twenties young woman still trying to figure out where her life is going.  By accident, they learn that they are fans of the same true crime podcast, and they are then thrust into investigate a murder that has taken place in their apartment building.

Both Martin and Short are fabulous as they ham it up as the old show biz hands thrust into detective work, which, by the way, they are turning into a true crime podcast of their own, and Gomez is similarly delightful as she tries to cope with these two old guys who barely know how to operate a cell phone.  While all three are great in the roles, it is Short who is the first among equals in the cast.  And did I mention all of the oddball peripheral characters that they have to encounter as they pursue their investigations?

It all adds up to a funny and delightfully entertaining series, which is teed up for  fourth season sometime in 2024.

Four Stars from The Grandstander.

"The Mysterious Affair at Styles"

A Kindle special price deal prompted me to spend $1.99 to purchase and then reread this Agatha Christie classic.  Fans of Dame Agatha know that this book was her very first novel, published in 1920, and it introduced to the world her famous sleuth, Hercule Poirot.

Agatha Christie published over sixty novels in her career, and I once tallied and discovered that I have read over fifty of them in my lifetime.  It was Agatha Christie who introduced me to the genre of mystery and detective fiction, and for almost sixty years reading such works has been one of my favorite ways to spend my leisure time.  I will maintain to anyone willing to listen that her novel "And Then There Were None" is perhaps the most perfect mystery ever written.

All of this is why it pains me to say that I found, upon rereading this one, that it was staid and just not all that good.  One needs keep in mind, I suppose, that this book was written over 100 years ago and was certainly unique and almost revolutionary for its time.  Times, however, have changed, and this one, for me at least, just doesn't quite hold up.

Two Stars from The Grandstander.