Back on AppleTV+ for another
taste of their offerings, I follow up on my previous surveys here and here and here. It’s definitely a channel worth sampling from
time to time, though hardly capacious enough to maintain a year-round
subscription.
I was looking forward to the second season of Swagger
(MC-79), as I said after
the first, and it did not disappoint. Creator
Reggie Rock Bythewood could easily have called this series Love &
Basketball, if his talented wife Gina Prince-Bythewood hadn’t already made
a great film of that name. But maybe he’d
reverse the terms, since Swagger’s most distinctive feature is the
authentic and immersive quality of its on-court action, which is not at all to
depreciate its Friday Night Lights model as a family and community
drama. Most of the characters return
from the first season, having leapt from 8th grade to senior year,
winning several championships in the interval and now at a lily-white prep
school vying for a national high school championship. Again the show is resolutely topical, about
issues involving young athletes such as college recruitment and endorsements
(this my first encounter with NIL revenue for amateurs – “Name Image Likeness”),
as well as tokenism, mass incarceration, social media, and various forms of
abuse. Earnest but not sappy, offering
life lessons without hammering them home, continuously engaging, this show is a
hidden treasure. I urge you to discover
it, if you’re any kind of hoops fan, or even if you’re not.
As my approach to bookselling
has narrowed, I no longer pay attention to bestseller lists, so when Brie
Larson (whom I’ve looked for since Short Term 12, not to mention her
Oscar-winning turn in Room) led me to the Apple adaptation of Lessons
in Chemistry (MC-68), I had no
idea of how popular the novel was till I saw its 240,000 ratings on
Amazon. I suspect people invested in the
book may have had more quibbles with this 8-part series than I did. My only negative observation is how alarmingly
thin Brie Larson has become (how does she play a Marvel superheroine with those
twig limbs? I don’t know, being a
dedicated avoider of the MCU). Here she
plays a brilliant, unnervingly candid chemist, derailed from a Ph.D. by her adviser’s
sexual assault. She winds up as a lab
tech, who develops a close working and eventually romantic relationship with the
research institute’s star chemist. After
several surprise developments, she finds a new career as the host of a television
cooking show. Larson’s committed
authenticity surmounts any questions of plausibility in the twists and turns of
the story, which delve into sexist and racial attitudes from the Fifties, nicely
articulated in a manner reminiscent of Mad Men. The series’ concluding episode removed
any reservations I may have had about its diffuse approach, by resolving the
various strands convincingly. My rating would
be substantially higher than Metacritic’s average.
Turning to films, Flora
and Son (MC-76) is John
Carney’s third attempt to recapture the magic of Once, and one more tale
of Irish music (and relationship) making comes close. This time the players are a
divorced young mother and her delinquent teen son. Eve Hewson makes her troublesome character appealing,
and so does Joseph Gordon-Levitt as her online SoCal guitar teacher, who literally
steps through her laptop screen for a romantic duet. Meanwhile music provides an avenue of
connection with her grumpy son. Once
more, melody brings people together in unexpected harmony.
Two canny conmen confront
each other in The Pigeon Tunnel (MC-79),
Errol Morris behind the camera and David Cornwell (a.k.a. John le Carré) in
front, sparring around the elusive truth of the latter’s life, as a spy and
bestselling novelist, but particularly as the son of another conman. Derived from Cornwell’s memoir of the same
title, and based on a recollection of his sketchy father, the metaphor is driven
home by dramatization and repeated imagery, to complement the “interrotron”
interviews with Cornwall in a library of mirrors, piecing together shards of
truth and make-believe. The beguiling web-weaving
includes illustrative clips from film & tv adaptations of le Carré novels.
I was induced to give Fingernails
(MC-63) a
look by the presence of Jessie Buckley, along with Jeremy Allen White and Riz Ahmed,
but nothing could induce me to watch to the end of this inert treatment of a
ridiculous premise.
Before letting Apple lapse, I’ll
be starting the third season of Slow Horses in December (my rec
for first two here) and hoping for an early streaming release date for Scorsese’s Killers
of the Flower Moon.
HBO has been demoted to Max
by media villain David Zaslav and is no longer a good streaming channel (let
alone essential - you can always watch John Oliver on YouTube), so it’s only
worth a postscript here. It’s unlikely
that HBO documentaries will sustain their former quality and range, most reduced
to celebrations of celebrity. Case in
point: Albert Brooks: Defending My Life (MC-72),
which could have been another My Dinner with Andre, as Brooks and
director Rob Reiner, friends for sixty years, talk over his career at an empty
restaurant table. There are many
enjoyable tv & movie clips and the occasional personal revelation, but a
surfeit of encomia from other comedians.
I’m a fan myself, and happy to revisit his success, but it would have
been better to let the man – and the work – speak for himself. And a roast would be more fun than repeated toasts.
Alexandra Pelosi may derive
some celebrity from her mother, but she continues to carve out a good career with
highly personal documentaries. In The
Insurrectionist Next Door (MC-tbd), she
visits and directly confronts convicted J6-ers to find out what was on their
minds when they stormed the Capitol and how they feel about Trump now. The film is amusing and instructive, if
ultimately dispiriting.
On the upside, HBO is now
running a second season of Julia (MC-76), which pairs
interestingly with Lessons in Chemistry in chronicling the development
of cooking shows on early tv. It also
pairs with Happy Valley to demonstrate Sarah Lancashire’s range. The first season took me by surprise, but the
second seems more wobbly, unsure in its focus and purpose, but still engaging
and amusing. By the fourth episode, when
the second season of The French Chef goes into production, the show
seemed to regain its mojo and now I look forward to the rest.
One further postscript: PBS seems
determined to correct my impression that their documentaries are losing some
luster. On POV, they just released Aurora’s
Sunrise (MC-79),
a multi-layered film about the Armenian genocide of a century ago, but with an
upsetting contemporary relevance. It’s
the story of a teenager who remarkably survived the massacres to make her way
to America, where she became a celebrity and starred in a lavish Hollywood film
that spread word of the catastrophe. The
film recreates the story through beautiful, if horrific, animation, while intercutting
surviving footage from the epic silent film and interviews with the refugee in
old age. It makes an edifying double
feature with Atom Egoyan’s Ararat (reviewed here).