'A Simple Favor' and 'The Predator': Blake Lively and Anna Kendrick in a Twisted Murder Mystery, and the Latest Return of a Familiar Space Case

By Kurt Loder

September 14, 2018 9 min read

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BY KURT LODER

FOR RELEASE: FRIDAY, SEPTEMBER 14, 2018

'A Simple Favor' and 'The Predator': Blake Lively and Anna Kendrick in a Twisted Murder Mystery, and the Latest Return of a Familiar Space Case

The plot of "A Simple Favor" is practically all twists. Just when you think you've figured out what's going on in this wayward murder mystery, some new development crops up to snigger in your face and advise you otherwise. This goes on all the way to the end as the story downshifts from sunny eccentricity to dark malevolence. But the movie is also a comedy.

The stars, Anna Kendrick and Blake Lively, are a perfect team, although their characters are an extremely odd couple. Kendrick's Stefanie Smothers is a smiley suburban mom with a dead husband (shocking details to come) and a grade-school-age kid named Miles (Joshua Satine). She's also a domestic vlogger ("Hi, moms!") who beams food-chat videos to her many followers from her cozy Connecticut kitchen, personalizing the shows with highlights from her life — which soon becomes more interesting than she had ever imagined.

Stefanie is the kind of borderline maddening activity weevil who volunteers to help with every school project and community endeavor. As such, she draws the attention of Emily Nelson (Lively), a very different kind of mom, whose own son, Nicky (Ian Ho), is friends with Stefanie's little boy. Emily resides in an almost ridiculously deluxe house ("this s—-hole," she calls it), whose living room is dominated by a large nude portrait of her, its focal point her proffered crotch. When Emily invites her over one day, Stefanie has no idea what to make of this, but she soon loosens up under the influence of many martinis. Before long, the two women are telling each other their deepest secrets, not that Stefanie has anything to match Emily's story about the three-way she and her husband, Sean (Henry Golding of "Crazy Rich Asians"), had with another woman ... or does she?

Here it should be said that Blake Lively, already memorable in several movies ("The Town," "Savages," "Cafe Society"), gives a classic Old Hollywood performance in this picture, swanning through her scenes in bow ties, faux tuxedos and slouchy men's fedoras, exuding an air of ambiguous sexuality throughout. You can see why she'd leave a mouse like Stefanie flustered ... and a little jealous. Director Paul Feig ("Bridesmaids," "The Heat"), working with a script by Jessica Sharzer that's adapted from Darcey Bell's 2017 novel, navigates the picture's shifting emotional tones with impeccable skill and impressively keeps the many narrative balls spinning in the air.

The plot cranks up with a call from Emily, asking Stefanie for a small favor — picking up her little Nicky after school. Stefanie does this, but then Emily disappears. Days pass. Stefanie calls Emily's husband, Sean, who's in London on business, and he says he's been through this sort of thing with Emily before. Stefanie is stirred to action. She begins investigating Emily's backstory — which proves to be quite strange — and keeps her vlog ladies up-to-date at every turn. There's a visit to Emily's neurotic boss (Rupert Friend) at the Manhattan fashion house where she works, an encounter with a bitter old associate of Emily's (Linda Cardellini) and a journey to a religious summer camp Emily attended as a child. Stefanie grows closer — and then much closer — to Sean. At one point, though, an investigating detective (the deliciously droll Bashir Salahuddin) tells Stefanie he thinks Sean might have been in London to establish an alibi.

Eventually, a report comes in that Emily's body has just been recovered from the bottom of a Michigan lake. It's a measure of the movie's broad whack-o-rama structure that mentioning this is not a spoiler.

'The Predator'

There's no point in bagging on "The Predator" for being what it is: a familiar riff in a 30-year-old space-monster franchise. The movie is a sometimes-funny alien-invasion exercise with surprisingly unsophisticated digital effects (the machine-gun muzzle flashes might have been imported from 1987, Year Zero in the "Predator" universe) and a script that throws up its hands in defeat whenever called upon to make complete sense.

Obviously, there's entertainment to be had from a picture like this, although possibly not always the sort that its makers envisioned. And they're talented guys. Writer-director Shane Black, a snappy-patter specialist, was an actor in the first "Predator" film, wrote "Lethal Weapon" that same year and has now scripted this picture with fellow genre buff Fred Dekker. Together they knocked out a story that takes us back to the sort of south-of-the-border jungle traipsed by Arnold Schwarzenegger in the inaugural film. Now it's the site of a U.S. drug war operation involving mildly hunky army sniper Quinn McKenna (Boyd Holbrook of "Logan"). After an alien spaceship suddenly crashes out of the night sky, McKenna pokes around in the debris and finds a nifty-looking high-tech helmet and an equally slick gauntlet. He manages to dispatch these artifacts back to the States, where they're delivered to his savant son, Rory (Jacob Tremblay of "Room"), who goes right to work figuring them out.

Government agents are now all over the place. They transport the ship's oddly dreadlocked pilot to a kind of lab facility where they can examine its flesh-ripping mandibles — yes, it's a Predator, check — and they pack McKenna off to a psych ward, on the way to which he bonds with a bus full of colorful nutcases, most notably Trevante Rhodes (of "Moonlight"), Keegan-Michael Key and Thomas Jane — whose character suffers from Tourette syndrome and barks out cracks like "F—- me in the face with an aardvark!" which must have seemed amusing at the tail end of an all-night writing session.

Then biologist Olivia Munn turns up to drop some science on the lab guys. They mustn't kill their captive-for-the-moment Predator, she informs them. Instead, they need to "study it," she says, echoing the devious cybernaut Ash in "Alien." Bad move, of course. Soon, the Predator busts loose and quickly begins wreaking havoc of a particularly bloody sort — guts are ripped, entrails drip. Then a second Predator shows up, much badder-ass than the first one, and accompanied by Predator dogs — fearsome creatures that soon turn helpful for no apparent reason.

Reasons are not something this picture is strong on. The soldiers spend most of the movie unleashing barrages of gunfire at the Predators, undeterred by the obvious fact that bullets have no effect on them. Similarly, in one lab scene, we see the first Predator towering over a crouching Olivia Munn. We expect the creature to rip the skin off her face, but no: it just turns and walks away (an action straight out of the "Battlefield Earth" school of character motivation). And in a later night scene, one character dons sunglasses for some reason and then casually removes them again.

The movie does convey some new developments with the Predators, and at the end, it fervently signals the need for a fourth sequel. Maybe that'll happen. But given the fact that the last franchise installment was eight years ago, there may be no hurry.

Kurt Loder is the film critic for Reason Online. To find out more about Kurt Loder and read features by other Creators Syndicate writers and cartoonists, visit the Creators Syndicate website at www.creators.com.

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