What made Bad Moms delightful was the attention to truth: those moms weren't bad so much as they were exhausted. The moms in the sequel are shown to be exhausted, too, but by trying to make Christmas perfect -- the perfect tree, perfect gifts, perfect parties. They are their mothers' daughters.

The film could be called "Meet the Mothers," for here are the women who formed the characters who became the so-called "bad moms." Kiki's mother smothers her, right down to PJs with her daughter's head printed helter-skelter on the flannel. Amy's mother is a perfectionist with a mannequin's stud up her backside. Carla suffers an absentee mother, one who shows up asking for money and then gambles it.

It's more than the young mothers can bear. So they turn to drink and therapy and cursing. Their F-bombs are never followed by la-la-la-la-la-la-la. They struggle with their mothers as, it turns out, their mothers wrestled with theirs, too. It's matrilineal.

Mila Kunis and Kristen Bell bring Amy and Kiki to life, funnily enough, but it is Kathryn Hahn who stands out as Carla, now working in a spa as a waxer. When she is presented with the private parts of a male stripper, Hahn waxes eloquently, facially and vocally. As would any red-blooded American heterosexual woman. And, still, no complete male nudity, only reaction shots -- oh, and one especially funny sound effect. The mothers are portrayed to a fare-thee-well by Cheryl Hines, Susan Sarandon, and Christine Baranski as they, too, find a new path for themselves away from the perfect Christmas.

Jon Lucas and Scott Moore, who wrote and directed Bad Moms and The Hangover, know their audience, and in A Bad Moms Christmas, they balance the nasty with the poignant. Almost. 

 

The 26th Annual Whitaker Saint Louis International Film Festival continues through Sunday, November 12, with more tough choices for cinema lovers. In addition to literally hundreds of feature and short films, two master classes will be held on Saturday, November 11. They are Reconstructing Reality and Suspense with a Camera, both hosted by Webster University. 

The New Filmmakers Forum offers another special event on Sunday, November 12. At 11:00 a.m. at the Tivoli the five participating directors will discuss their feature films, describing the production experiences they encountered. Also on Sunday at Webster University the Rats & People Motion Picture Orchestra will play at 7:30 p.m. for legendary director Lois Weber's The Blot. Making over 400 short films from 1913 until the end of the silent era, Weber was a pioneering filmmaker in terms of her amazing technical elements as well as her social critiques. Here in The Blot (1921, silent) she takes on poverty and social inequality. 

For anyone whose taste inclines to the offbeat, two screenings of Lost in Paris offer the chance for a truly quirky film abandoning reality for a riotous indulgence in fantasy. Oscar buzz already accompanies The Darkest Hour, an immersion in Churchill's problematic decision to fight or negotiate in the early days of WWII. As Churchill, Gary Oldman gives a dazzling performance, as do Ben Mendelsohn and Kristin Scott Thomas. The relevant, topical documentary Whose Streets? on Ferguson and racial issues screens as well as "The Light of the Moon" dramatizing sexual predation (three screenings).

I'm out of room to acknowledge the wonderful lineup of documentaries, shorts, and features. This feast of films concludes on Sunday, November 12, with a closing night party beginning at 8:00 p.m. at the urban Chestnut Grove Brewery and Bierhall with several awards presentations. All foreign-language films have English subtitles. Venues include Landmark's Plaza Frontenac and Tivoli Cinemas, Webster University and Washington University, the Stage at KDHX, the Missouri History Museum, and more. Go to CinemaStLouis.org or call 314-289-4150 for a full schedule and event details.

The Coen Brothers' latest offering is complicated to say the least, unsubtle to say the most. Suburbicon floods blood. It pounds with violence. It exploits mid-century modern -- and a child actor. It disregards its effects, which may or may not have been the ones the bros had in mind. 

Suburbicon opens with an advertising brochure brought to filmic life to sell a suburb of pasty white people in ticky-tacky houses on a plat. Everything in mid-twentieth century looks so normal -- the finny cars are clean, lawns are push-mowed, and residents are white -- until the Myerses move in. The whites' reactions range from gossip to fencing to fires. That's the macrocosm. The microcosm is over at the Lodges' lodge where two thugs come into the house and chloroform its residents: the man of the house, his boy in crinkle-crepe PJs, a brunette, her blonde sister in a wheelchair, the man's wife. She was hurt in a car accident. She suffers more in the robbery.

The boy, played so attentively by Noah Jupe, watches all this. He also watches his father's betrayal and his father's fiddling around with his aunt, and his aunt's brother's attempts to love him. He is sent out to play catch with the new neighbor boy, whom he can track from his bedroom window. The boys represent, if the Coens can be parsed, the next generation, the one that comes after all the racists and sexists die off. That might be the message, but to get to it, viewers have to swim through the blood and the bombast.

George Clooney directs, very steadily, a pedestrian pace through fire to that idyllic end. As the lead actor -- not Clooney this time -- Matt Damon is robotic, which is the very character of the Dad as written by the Coens, Clooney, and Grant Heslov. Julianne Moore is mother and aunt. Suburbicon may be more than it seems -- or less. Discuss.

 

The 26th Annual Whitaker Saint Louis International Film Festival kicks off Thursday night, November 2, and runs through Sunday, November 12. As always, the Festival presents an overwhelming feast of 372 films with 82 narrative features, 63 documentary ones, and 227 short films. What's particularly exciting is that the selections represent 64 countries.

Of particular note, four outstanding individuals will receive awards. They are: Pam Grier accepting a Women in Film Award at a tribute to her before a screening of Jackie Brown on Friday, November 3. She stars in Bad Grandmas, shot in St. Louis, which will open the festival Thursday, November 2, with a reception before the screening. 

Represented by Sammy Davis, Jr.: I've Gotta Be Me and ACORN and the Firestorm, Sam Pollard receives the Lifetime Achievement Award.

Marco Williams with Tell Them We Are Rising accepts the Contemporary Cinema Award and Dan Mirvish of Bernard and Huey the Charles Guggenheim Cinema St. Louis Award. All these awards and screenings of the awardees' films make the first weekend an exceptional one with incredible talent on display in person and on the screen. 

The first Sunday, I must recognize a sure-fire Academy Award contender I saw at Telluride's film festival: Film Stars Don't Die in Liverpool. In a performance that merits an Oscar, Annette Bening plays Hollywood film noir star Gloria Grahame in her final days, with Jamie Bell in a marvelous supporting role and Julie Walters and Vanessa Redgrave. And there isn't a bad entry in the handful of documentary films I've also seen. 

To help with difficult choices, the schedule includes a listing of films in Chinese, Animation, American Indie, Human Rights, Women in Film, and Music categories. There's also a breakout calendar for Asian, Environmental, Eastern European, Middle Eastern, French, Spanish, and Italian films, among other categories such as Oscar contenders, the Interfaith competition, and master classes held during the festival as well. 

All foreign-language films have English subtitles. Venues include Landmark's Plaza Frontenac and Tivoli Cinemas, Webster University and Washington University, the Stage at KDHX, the Missouri History Museum, and more. Go to CinemaStLouis.org or call 314-289-4150 for a full schedule and event details.

 

Imagine being the very alive child known to hundreds, yea, thousands of children as the main character in books written by your very own father. Such was the life of the real Christopher Robin. The stories by A.A. Milne began in 1925 with "The Wrong Sort of Bees" and included "Winnie-the-Pooh" and "Now We Are Six."

Milne returned from Great War broken in pieces, no longer able to write the frothy plays from his antebellum days. His shell shock made him short-tempered and unfocused. His wife Daphne wanted the high life of London, but Alan wanted the quiet of the country. She went to The City and he stayed home -- with his boy, whom he barely knew. During that motherless time, Milne came to know his son, baptized as Christopher Robin but called Billy Moon from a mispronunciation of his last name. And during that time, Milne, with his friend, the illustrator Ernest Shepard, developed the Christopher Robin stories with Pooh and Roo and Tigger. The film's valedictory title holds great truth to this story.

Domhall Gleeson plays Milne with all the complexity and confusion inherent in the walking wounded and the artist. He's scary and believable. Margo Robbie plays Daphne, the flibbertigibbet wife, and the fine actress Kelly MacDonald plays Billy's nanny. Two actors portray Christopher Robin. Will Tilston pulls heart-strings as the 8-year-old, and Alex Lawther is so terribly real as the betrayed lad who comes late to understand what Christopher Robin means. Incidentally, Christopher Milne never took a cent from the tremendous sales of these books.

Among the great successes of this film is the production design by David Roger, a cottage appeal to all Anglophiles. Under the direction of Simon Curtis, Goodbye Christopher Robin plays on heartfelt sentiments without sinking to the sentimental.

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