A good year for women on film, as exemplified in new releases The Eyes of My Mother, Miss Sloane, and more
Matthew Lickona 5 p.m., Dec. 9
Or, “The Further Whitewashing of David Mamet’s Sexual Perversity in Chicago,” this time with an all-black cast. The promise of talented Will Gluck’s (Fired Up, Easy A) name attached as producer never materialized. Leaning on the okay 1986 film version About Last Night… (give or take an ellipses) rather than Mamet’s mordant text, screenwriter Leslye Headland (Bachelorette) fashions a vehicle for motor-mouth stand-up Kevin Hart, who doesn’t get the concept of proper modulation; every syllable is pitched at scream level and delivered like a punch line. Two things keep it interesting: editors Tracey Wadmore Smith and Shelly Westerman’s zigzag stitchery and Joy Bryant, who has what it takes to make a fine romantic comedian. Mamet shrugged off the first variant, saying, "as a callow youth with hay sticking out of my ears, I sold both the play and the screenplay for about $12 and a mess of porridge." He’d no doubt gag on this mush warmed over. Steve Pink (Hot Tub Time Machine) directs. 2014.