It starts out sad and gets more depressing from there. Yet there’s something compelling about “The Art of Racing in the Rain” (2019). As hypnotic as a puppy’s gaze, it sinks its teeth into you and will not release until it makes good on its unspoken aim: You will cry. Narrated by Kevin Costner, the golden retriever of American actors, it’s a dogography steeped in mysticism, tracing the life of Enzo from the moment he meets his race-car-driving, chronically unlucky Job of a human until the two take one last, precious, lap around the track. And, perhaps, beyond. Good boy.
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After Kurt Russell and Kevin Costner schemed and competed to put out movie versions of the Wyatt Earp saga in 1993, I was surprised to see them teamed as Elvis impersonators gone bad in the 2001 shoot-em-up/caper/comedy/road flick “3000 Miles to Graceland.” Then again, they double-cross each other about 3,000 times in this movie, so maybe art imitates life. The special effects are horrible (with all the gunplay, too bad the editor wasn’t shot) but the story isn’t half bad. Lots of familiar faces in small roles (Ice T! Paul Anka?). Courteney Cox steals the show as a redneck grifter.
“Silverado” is fun. A throwback western made at a time (1985) when people weren’t making many westerns. Fun for audiences. While it’s true to the genre, everyone plays it with a wink and a nod, especially Non-cowboyish actors like John Cleese, Danny Glover, Jeff Goldblum and Kevin Kline. Decked out in period costumes and riding horses, they go about their business with gusto instead of looking like fish out of water. But Kevin Costner has the most fun of all in a bouncing-off-the-walls supporting role as Scott Glenn’s fun-loving, trouble-making little brother who can spin a six-shooter in either hand.
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