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’Chimp Crazy’ Goes Bananas for Animal Zealots

“Chimp Crazy,” from the creators of Tiger King, is a fascinating yet flawed documentary that offers a captivating look into the lives of chimpanzees. The filmmakers, who previously drew us into the bizarre and chaotic world of Joe Exotic, now turn their lens to the jungle, and the result is a compelling, if somewhat uneven, exploration of our closest animal relatives.

The documentary excels in its portrayal of chimpanzee society, revealing a world rich with drama, conflict, and unexpected tenderness. The filmmakers have a keen eye for the small moments that define these creatures’ lives, capturing scenes of play, power struggles, and the quiet bonds that form between them. In these moments, “Chimp Crazy” finds its heart, allowing us to see the chimps not just as animals, but as complex beings with emotions and relationships that mirror our own.

Visually, the documentary is a triumph. The cinematography is lush and immersive, pulling us into the dense forests where these chimps live. The camera work, which often places us right in the middle of the action, is both intimate and grand, giving us a sense of the scale and beauty of the natural world.

But where “Chimp Crazy” stumbles is in its pacing. The documentary, like Tiger King, tries to balance its more reflective moments with the inherent drama of its subject matter, but doesn’t always succeed. There are times when the narrative drags, and the tension that the filmmakers are so skilled at building starts to dissipate.

That said, “Chimp Crazy” is still a powerful piece of filmmaking. It raises important questions about our relationship with animals, and the ethical implications of our interactions with them. The filmmakers, who have a knack for finding the humanity in their subjects, do the same for these chimps, making us care about their fate in a way that few documentaries can.

“Chimp Crazy” may not be as sensational as Tiger King, but it is a deeply affecting and thought-provoking film that stays with you long after the credits roll.

’The Union:’ Treasure of Talent, Trash Heap of Film


What do you get when you add two Oscar winners, a double nominee, and an awful script? An awful movie with criminally misspent talent. The Union is a masterclass in squandering potential.

At its core, The Union is supposed to be a high-octane thriller about a group of elite, ex-military operatives who are coerced into reuniting for one last mission. They’re tasked with taking down “The Syndicate,” a shadowy organization that’s somehow both omnipresent and utterly incompetent.

On paper, it sounds like the setup for a tense, action-packed film. In execution, it’s a bloated, nonsensical mess that seems to actively despise its audience’s intelligence.

The film opens with what should be a heart-pounding heist scene, but instead, it feels like watching a poorly edited video game cutscene. J.K. Simmons, playing the world-weary , but looks visibly uncomfortable here, like he knows how bad this is but is contractually obligated to see it through.

Halle Berry’s character, a supposedly brilliant hacker with a tragic past, is introduced in a sequence that feels like it was lifted from a bad TV procedural. We see her typing furiously at a computer, spouting technobabble that makes no sense even by Hollywood standards.

Mark Wahlberg, in what should be a role tailor-made for his tough-guy persona, is reduced to a caricature. His character is the hot-headed leader, but instead of being dynamic or compelling, he comes off as a one-note brute. There’s a scene where Wahlberg’s character confronts the villain, expecting to deliver a memorable showdown.

Instead, it’s a laughable exchange where the villain spouts off monologues about chaos and power that sound like they were written by a college freshman trying too hard to be deep.

The film’s pacing is another disaster. In one particularly baffling sequence, the team infiltrates a high-security compound. What should have been a carefully orchestrated operation turns into a confusing, poorly choreographed shootout. Characters move in and out of frame with no sense of geography or logic, and the camera work is so chaotic that it’s impossible to tell what’s happening. When the dust settles, there’s no sense of accomplishment or relief—just exhaustion from trying to keep up with the nonsensical action.

And then there’s the climax, where all the narrative threads are supposed to come together in a satisfying conclusion. Instead, it feels like the writers just gave up. The final confrontation with The Syndicate is so underwhelming that it’s hard to believe this is what the entire movie was building towards. Characters we’re supposed to care about are dispatched with little fanfare, and the supposed “twists” are so telegraphed that they land with a dull thud.

Ultimately, The Union commits the ultimate cinematic sin: it’s boring. No amount of star power can save it from its dismal script, and the result is a movie that’s as forgettable as it is frustrating.

I’d go undercover with this one.

‘Alien: Romulus’ Returns to Form


Alien began in 1979 with one of the best taglines in cinema history: “In space, no one can hear you scream.”

Since then, the Ridley Scott Alien franchise has grossed over $1.6 billion worldwide, though not always through chills. Alien: Romulus is a step back towards fear.

Fede Álvarez’s film attempts to bridge the chasm between the terror of the original Alien and the more action-packed sequels. While it doesn’t quite reach the heights of its legendary predecessors, it succeeds in reinvigorating the franchise with a claustrophobic horror that had been missing in recent entries.

Romulus is thick with dread, and the xenomorphs are once again the stuff of nightmares. But where Romulus truly shines is in its restraint, focusing on the primal fear of the unknown rather than bombarding the audience with relentless action. It’s a throwback to the films of the 70’s, and the internet has been harsh on the decision.

The cast delivers solid performances, particularly Cailee Spaeny, who brings a raw vulnerability to her role, reminiscent of Sigourney Weaver’s iconic portrayal of Ripley. The dialogue, while occasionally stilted, serves its purpose in a film that thrives on silence and tension rather than words.

It does stagger in its pacing, with scenes that feel stretched thin and some narrative threads dropped. A subplot involving a mysterious signal from a distant planet is introduced with great intrigue but is ultimately left unexplored. But the missteps aren’t felonious.

The Alien franchise has had its share of missteps, none more glaring than Alien: Covenant. While Covenant tried to recapture the horror of the original, it ended up as a disjointed mess, leaning too heavily on philosophical musings at the expense of the visceral fear that made the series iconic. Romulus wisely avoids those pitfalls, grounding itself in the terror that lurks in the shadows.

Maybe no one can hear you scream in space, but you can almost make out a franchise getting back on its feet.