This creative decision would at least make sense if we weren’t supposed to know, in this moment, what Benny was feeling. At this point, it becomes comically impossible to make out the expressions on Glover’s face. At one point, Glover stands directly in front of a window during harsh day-time sunlight. Too bad it’s almost impossible to appreciate his performance during these darkly-lensed sequences. Even Glover, a formerly great leading man who has delivered too many unworthy performances recently, is at his peak in two later scenes that, on paper, are almost rather good. Najafi and his colleagues’ biggest mistake was not putting the camera down long enough to highlight Henson, and her equally talented co-lead’s performances.
And taking care of Danny is at least a part-time job. Mary wants to keep her involvement with Uncle’s death a secret from Benny, but his biological son Tom (How to Get Away with Murder’s Billy Brown) wants to go to war. Unfortunately for Mary, Uncle was protected by the Russian mafia-esque rivals of her surrogate gangster dad Benny (Danny Glover). A year later, Mary rescues Danny from a life of crime by taking out his cartoonishly evil drug dealer boss Uncle (Xander Berkeley). Mary feels bad after she kills an anonymous guy, and makes an orphan out of his son Danny (Jahi Di’Allo Winston). Then the plot kicks in, and things get a lot worse before they get marginally better. You can’t help but feel like you’re watching a parody rather than a sincere tribute to female-led blaxploitation films like Foxy Brown, Cleopatra Jones or Coffy.
But the mood is ruined by sloppy direction and an offbeat rhythm. The Temptations’ Papa Was a Rollin’ Stone blares. It’s a poorly paced attempt to introduce the film with a retro bent, with no-nonsense mobster assassin Mary (Henson) dressing up and arming herself before heading out to kill an anonymous mark. Luckily Proud Mary is located on Alberta street with plenty of window shopping and other passing-time options if the need arises.Proud Mary starts going downhill slowly during an opening credits sequence that hints at a fun time that director Babak Najafi (London Has Fallen), and the film’s three credited screenwriters almost never deliver. Saturdays and Sundays) or just before they close at about 2 – 3 p.m. He and his family and mates did the build-out of the café with their own bare hands, including his mother upholstering those fabulously photogenic blue stools.Īll of this said, Proud Mary is enjoying somewhat of a hot honeymoon with Portland right now, so if and when you do go, your best option would be either when the industrial wall/door rolls up at 7 a.m. Nate, the gracious owner, took the time one morning when I was dining alone to come over and talk to me (totally unsolicited) about a particular coffee farm whose beans he’d just debuted. It’s absolutely professional, but not stuffy in the least and you’ll never feel rushed or forgotten. Obviously, the food I’ve had at Proud Mary has been delicious and unforgettable, but it’s the hospitality here that stood out as being world class. Pin ItI have eaten a lot of brunches in Portland since moving here, and I can say with ease that Proud Mary has left me with the most happy memories.
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