By Lynn Venhaus

Neither a hatchet job nor a puff piece, “The Apprentice” is another familiar take on the American Dream that leads to great wealth, meteoric success, and moral quagmires.

More than anything, this origin story is a study of power – how people get it, what they do with it, how they try to hold on to it, and how it can be lost. Director Ali Abbasi looks inside power structures and systemic corruptible institutions, and he shows how family influences our formation.

Featuring two iconic 20th century figures, the film only hints at a political future, but all the furor pre-release is a sad commentary on our divisive partisan landscape.

The time period is only focused on the 1970s and 1980s, starting out in 1973 New York City, when Manhattan was scuzzy and Queens was rougher, a rotting Big Apple that was desperate for a makeover.

Determined to emerge from his powerful father’s shadow and make a name for himself in Manhattan real estate, aspiring mogul Donald J. Trump (Sebastian Stan) is in the earliest days of his career when he encounters the man who will become a game-changer for him — political fixer Roy Cohn (Jeremy Strong).

Seeing promise in the young buck, the influential attorney teaches his new acolyte how to amass wealth and power through deception, intimidation, and media manipulation. And the rest, as they say, is history.

Sebastian Stan as young Donald J. Trump.

Stan effectively portrays an eager-to-please social climber who is in awe of how ruthless and flamboyant Cohn is. Their mentor-pupil relationship is the flip side of Mr. Miyagi and Daniel in “The Karate Kid.”

Their alliance is portrayed with great gusto by Stan, who easily slips into the skin of the future 45th U.S. president during his hedonistic days as a swinging bachelor, first with little of the bluster he’d later develop, and then subtly transforms into a mover and a shaker who enjoys status and celebrity — and sucking up all the oxygen in the room.

Emmy and Tony Awards-winning Jeremy Strong is chilling as the amoral ultimate power broker. Cohn eventually becomes a tragic figure as he succumbs to AIDS. To see Strong maneuver through the upper echelon of NYC society and see how he manipulates people for his own gain is as fascinating as watching a magician’s tricks.

Cohn’s three cardinal rules: “Admit nothing, deny everything. Attack, attack, attack. You claim victory and never admit defeat” are reinforced in boardrooms, courtrooms and private dining rooms.

They become Trump’s playbook as he transforms from notorious real estate magnate Fred Trump’s ambitious son to confident major player in the elite Manhattan circles that he desperately wanted to be part of, craving the spotlight.

The demanding Fred Trump Sr., played with cunning by Martin Donovan, has little patience for his second-born son’s exploits, and even less tolerance for his oldest son Fred Jr.’s decision to be a TWA airline pilot and not join the family business. He disdained any sign of weakness.

The screenplay by Gabriel Sherman, a veteran journalist who has chronicled Trump for Vanity Fair, focused on how Cohn schooled his protégé, only to have his greatest admirer turn his back on him years later at his most vulnerable. He’s specific about the psychology behind the butterfly emerging from the cocoon.

Sherman, who wrote the fact-based script in 2017, has dramatized events that are considered historical records. It is not propaganda from any side and is familiar enough to those who follow the news so that it really doesn’t offer anything new other than a character study with shades of the Corleone family saga peeking through at times.

Abbasi presents an interesting climb to the top scenario and zeroes in on influences that shaped this polarizing figure in a realistic way. It’s not flattering, but rather an attempt to understand how someone is molded into their public persona.

By capitalizing on the ’70s and ’80s excesses, the glitz and glamour is recognizable in Aleksandra Marinkovich’s meticulous — and sometimes gaudy — production design and Laura Montgomery’s colorful vintage costume design. Lensed by Kasper Tuxen, the film presents that signature bright-lights, big-city landscape where both Cohn and Trump flourished, and the soundtrack’s throbbing beats are reminiscent of the hip dance club scene.

People who already have their minds made up about the film may have issues with the point of view, and those who enjoy delving into psychology will find much to debate, especially in the more disturbing revelations.

While the film’s potency is in the two primary actors’ fearless performances, the supporting cast excels at not being caricatures. Just as Donovan nails papa Fred, Maria Bakalova doesn’t hit a false note as Ivana, Donald’s first wife and mother to three of his children, whom he tires of after she demonstrates a spidey sense for business.

Sebastian Stan and Jeremy Strong as Trump and Cohn.

Catherine McNally is a supportive mom as Mary Anne Trump, and Charlie Carrick is sympathetic as the troubled alcoholic Freddy Trump Jr. Famous figures include Ian D. Clark, who looks and sounds like former NYC Mayor Ed Koch, Mark Rendall as politically savvy advisor Roger Stone, and Bruce Beaton has one memorable scene as Andy Warhol at a party.

The film may have an uphill climb because of all the controversy surrounding it, but “”The Apprentice” succeeds in giving us a layered portrait of a man always in the news who everyone has an opinion about, one way or the other.

“The Apprentice” is a 2024 dramatic historical biography directed by Ali Abbasi and starring Sebastian Stan, Jeremy Strong, Maria Bakalova, Martin Donovan, Charlie Carrick, Catherine McNally, Ian D. Clark, Mark Rendall and Bruce Beaton. It is rated R for sexual content, some graphic nudity, language, sexual assault, and drug use and the run time is 2 hours. It opened Oct. 11 in St. Louis. Lynn’s Grade: B.

By Alex McPherson

Less smart and invigorating than it thinks it is, but containing strong performances and comedic zing, director Craig Gillespie’s “Dumb Money” eschews the nuance of its recent-history narrative in favor of amiable watchability.

Gillespie’s film, based on “The Antisocial Network” by Ben Mezrich, dramatizes the tumultuous happenings of the Gamestop “short squeeze” of January 2021. A red headband-and- cat-shirt-wearing Redditor named Keith Gill (Paul Dano), a.k.a. DeepF*******Value on Reddit and Roaring Kitty on YouTube and Twitter, rallies an Internet army to fight back against The Rich and make it big.

After determining that the company is undervalued, Keith goes all in on GameStop — convincing his large swathe of followers on the subreddit r/wallstreetbets to buy GameStop stock and eventually make the price skyrocket to $500 a share. 

The uber-wealthy hedge fund managers betting on GameStop’s failure — Gabe Plotkin (Seth Rogen), Steve Cohen (Vincent D’Onofrio, sometimes accompanied by a CGI pig), and Ken Griffin (Nick Offerman) — lose billions by underestimating the demographic they disparagingly refer to as “dumb money,” while still having some nefarious tricks up their sleeves that result in a Congressional investigation.

Paul Dano as Keith Gill, aka Roaring Kitty

Beginning at the peak of the squeeze, where Rogen’s Plotkin runs to make a phone call in sheer panic, the film jumps back and forth between five groups of characters showcasing various perspectives on the situation, each introduced with text indicating their net worth.

There’s Gill, whose genius (or luck) and expertise in online parlance helped start a movement — facing pressure to sell his skyrocketing stock from his loving wife, Caroline (Shailene Woodley, mining some pathos out of a fairly simplistic role), his amusingly deadbeat brother Kevin (Pete Davidson, in top form), and his somewhat clueless parents, Steve (Clancy Brown) and Elaine (Kate Burton) — while never quite knowing when to call it quits.

There’s the down-on-his-luck Gamestop employee Marcos Barcia (Anthony Ramos), who’s passionate about the company but contending with a condescending boss (Dane DeHaan). There’s the indebted University of Texas undergraduates Riri (Myha’la Herrold) and Harmony (Talia Ryder), who follow Roaring Kitty religiously and feel compelled to hold their shares as long as he does.

We also follow Jenny (America Ferrera), a stressed, underpaid nurse raising two toddlers and listening intently to Keith’s instructions. Last, and certainly least, there’s the hedge fund managers, caught with their pants down and scrambling to recover their losses, with Vlad Tenev (an underused but smarmily effective Sebastian Stan), the head of day-trading company Robinhood, playing a skeevy role in the whole kerfuffle.

With so many mini-narratives taking place under one umbrella, “Dumb Money” lacks the focus and thematic depth necessary to make any individual subplot hit with the force it could have. There’s nothing inherently wrong with a breezy interpretation of a true story, but it feels like Gillespie is only scratching the surface of the subject matter here — combined with filmmaking that lacks energy or pizazz, coasting on the appeal of its performers and snappy dialogue.

The whole cast delivers, doing what they can with characters of varying degrees of dimensionality. Dano is as reliably committed as always — weaving in and out of Keith’s various personas with ease; his confidence and quirkiness before his viewers reverting to awkwardness and defensiveness in front of his family. We never doubt the passion and devotion Keith has to his mission.

Davidson, once again definitely not playing against type, delivers the film’s most successful comedic lines. Lauren Schiker Blum and Rebecca Angelo’s screenplay mines dry comedy out of his laissez-faire approach to Kevin’s DoorDash job and his dumbfoundedness at Keith’s ever increasing ambition (and risk-taking) over not selling his stock. 

Ramos, Herrold, and Ryder are fine, bringing energy to their characters, even though we don’t learn all that much about them besides their participation in the short squeeze, and Ferrera sells Jenny’s anxiousness and desperation, putting her livelihood on the line and leaving her social life behind. 

Strength of the cast aside, though, one can’t help but feel like “Dumb Money” didn’t have to be an ensemble piece to begin with. What’s sacrificed by Gillespie’s approach is a deeper, more involving watch, where viewers fully understand the characters’ motivations rather than solely being told facts and being expected to buy into them.

Nick Offerman and Seth Rogen as hedge fund billionaires.

Viewers jump back and forth between the characters at various stages of the short squeeze, never spending enough time with them to fully appreciate their para-social bond with the man they’re risking their livelihoods over, relying on the heavy-handed screenplay to tell us how to feel in largely black-and-white clarity. 

Marcus, Riri, Harmony, and Jenny never meet Keith in-person — distanced yet hanging by his every word — and Gillespie misses an opportunity to explore the allure, compulsion, and righteousness they each feel by following Keith’s lead, besides bluntly stating that they feel certain ways before viewers cut away to a different character.

The hedge fund managers, brought to life with entertainingly snooty performances, are fun to sneer at, but one-note. It doesn’t help that Gillespie’s direction lacks energy, failing to capture the dynamism of directors tackling similar subjects like Adam McKay did with “The Big Short.”

Indeed, no amount of memes flashing on screen, Cardi B music drops, or amusing lines of dialogue can ever fully make up for the fact that “Dumb Money” is simplistic and devoid of true insight into the rigged game of stocks or wealth inequality. At least this David vs. Goliath tale remains an agreeable watch despite all this.

The screenplay’s preference for comedy — not dwelling on the stress or darker aspects of the story too much before reverting to laughs — undersells the stakes to a certain extent, but shines in moments separated from the Internet, especially involving Keith’s family and characters navigating mask-use during COVID. 

Additionally, it’s commendable that Gillespie makes all the stock-chatter mostly understandable and digestible. This approach, though — streamlining real-world events into accessible entertainment — applies to the film’s emotional element as well, rendering the attempts at both first-pumping and sobering moments all the more manufactured and lightweight, especially when the arguably more engaging epilogue is conveyed through on-screen text. 

At the end of the day, however, watching smug grifters get their just desserts remains satisfying to watch unfold, no matter how shallow Gillespie and company frame it. “Dumb Money” is too slight to linger long in the mind, but as a crowd-pleasing underdog story, it rises enough to the occasion.

Rushi Kota and Sebastian Stan as the Robinhood investors

“Dumb Money” is a 2023 comedy directed by Craig Gillespie and stars Paul Dano, Seth Rogan, Nick Offerman, Pete Davidson, Shailene Woodley, America Ferrara, Vincent D’Onofrio, Sebastian Stan, and Anthony Ramos. It is rated R for pervasive language, sexual material, and drug use, and the run time is 1 hour, 45 minutes. It opens in theaters Sept. 22. Alex’s Grade: B-

Note: this review was written during the 2023 WGA and SAG-AFTRA strikes. Without the labor of the writers and actors currently on strike, the movie being covered here wouldn’t exist.

By Lynn Venhaus
In the international spy game, girls can take a licking and keep on ticking – that’s the calling card of “The 355,” a wildly uneven full-throttle action thriller.

Four women from different countries with spy agency experience join forces to save the world from cyber-catastrophe, the kind that would cause World War III. The action rockets from Columbia to Virginia to Paris to London to Shanghai on this deadly mission, as a mysterious woman tracks their moves.

The concept here is that women can be lethal weapons and front action movies, just like Tom Cruise and Jason Statham. Their task is to outsmart mercenaries up to no good. Cue the propulsive music score by Tom Kolkenborg, aka “Junkie XL,” as we watch chases, shootouts, stick-fighting, and explosions just like a “John Wick” or “Jack Reacher.”

A quartet of top-shelf actresses unite for this rogue mission: two-time Oscar nominee Jessica Chastain, in full “Zero Dark Thirty” mode, as fiery CIA agent Mason “Mace” Browne; two Oscar winners, Lupita Nyong’o as crackerjack cyber-sleuth Khadijah, formerly M16, and Penelope Cruz as compassionate Graciela, a psychologist who works with DNI agents in Colombia; and Diane Kruger as cunning German operative Marie Schmidt of the Bundesnachrichtendienst, or BND, the foreign intelligence service.

They slip into their roles with ease, and genuinely develop a bond working together in a frantic race against the clock. Their action scenes are quite impressive – as is the editing of Oscar-winner John Gilbert.

The bold and brave mavericks show off sharp skills as they try to prevent a top-secret weapon — a computer drive with a master key —  from falling into nefarious hands. They can do everything 007 and other secret agent boys can do while globe-trotting. The movie gets far more interesting when Bingbing Fan, as the mysterious Lin Mi Sheng, is added to their girl power grid. However, Sebastian Stan, as Mace’s CIA partner, is unconvincing.

Like Beyonce sang, girls can run the world – and co-writer-director Simon Kinberg seized upon the idea pitched by Chastain when he directed her in the worst “X-Men” movie sequel ever, “Dark Phoenix.” She wanted to see women get the rock-star action-goddess treatment and is one of the producers here.

“The 355” refers to the codename of an unidentified female spy in the American Revolution. (They tell us this fact far into the film).

Huzzah! Any time girls are shown on equal footing with the guys, it’s a good thing – even if it’s a pedestrian project. Last year’s “Gunpowder Milkshake” comes to mind, and the ruthless aspects of the superior “Widows” in 2018.

The plot is convoluted and often implausible, but the fight scenes are well-choreographed and are entertaining when they have the upper hand and slip out of harm’s way. The movie could have ended at least three different times, so it feels long at 2 hours and 4 minutes.

Comparisons to “Charlie’s Angels” for the 21st century are fair. The women are having such a good time kicking butt and getting names that it’s a shame that the formulaic plot devices slow it down.

Major characters shockingly get killed early, there are betrayals you see coming a mile away, and then of course we have the tough bosses and the clueless co-workers who are making bad assumptions (do these creaky tropes work anymore?).

And the main villain is a weak one — a generic billionaire fueled by greed and power. We don’t ever know much about him, and he is as bland as those stock photos companies put in their frames to entice purchasers. I couldn’t find his name in the credits, that’s the impression he makes.

Kinberg has many producing and writing credits, but as a director, hasn’t exhibited much to get excited about – yet.

Two screenwriters, Theresa Rebeck – Emmy-nominated for TV work, with a long resume including “Law and Order” and “NYPD Blue,” and Bek Smith, joined Kinberg on the script. They pile on the cliches about the women not necessarily enjoying being lone wolves and trust issues. When protecting everyone from danger, it’s tough to have what people regard as a conventional lifestyle. Their pity parties are short-lived, though, because they like being Girl Bosses.

They leave the film open-ended for a sequel, just in case they want to get the band back together. The dream team would need a better script, but seeing them triumph in this long-delayed film is an OK escape during the dreary part of frosty winter.

“The 355” is an action thriller directed by Simon Kinberg. It stars Jessica Chastain, Lupita Nyong’o, Diane Kruger, Penelope Cruz, Sebastian Stan, Edgar Ramirez and Bingbing Fan. Rated: PG-13 for sequences of strong violence, brief strong language, and suggestive material, it opens only in theatres on Jan. 7. Lynn’s Grade: C.