Just where Eric Clapton ranks on the list of rock ‘n’ roll’s greatest guitarists may be debatable, but his status as a rock god is undeniable.
The man who played on The Beatles’ “While my Guitar Gently Weeps” cut his teeth in bands Yardbirds and Cream, before skyrocketing to fame as a solo rock and blues icon.
A quick look at his top-streamed singles illustrates his reach and legacy.
“Cocaine”: 288 million (Required listening.)
“Wonderful Tonight”: 248 million (The consummate couple’s slow dance jam.)
“Tears in Heaven”: 203 million (A tearjerker.)
“Layla”: 196 million (That guitar riff!)
“Change the World”: 104 million (Gotta love Babyface’s backing vocals.)
Fans will have a chance to catch these gems live when Clapton hits Houston on a just-announced tour. He and an A-list group of touring musicians will head to Toyota Center on September 17. Tickets go on sale at 11 am Friday, June 18 at ToyotaCenter.com.
A little about the band: Members include Doyle Bramhall II, Paul Carrack, Nathan East, Sonny Emory, Steve Gadd, and Chris Stainton. Sharon White and Katie Kissoon will handle backing vocals, while Jimmie Vaughan will be a special guest.
Clapton kicks off the Texas leg of his national tour in Fort Worth’s Dickies Arena on September 13, followed by an Austin stop at Frank Erwin Center on September 15.
Becoming a star in Hollywood and maintaining that stardom are two very difficult things to achieve, but Glen Powell has been adept at doing so over the past few years. A key supporting role in Top Gun: Maverick led to lead parts in films like Hit Man, Anyone But You, Twisters, and The Running Man. Powell is looking to keep his star power shining in the new dark comedy/thriller, How to Make a Killing.
He plays Beckett, an outcast member of the ultra-wealthy Redfellow clan. Struggling to get by in a menial job in New York City while still living in New Jersey, Beckett’s only smidgen of hope is that he remains an heir to the vast Redfellow fortune. The only trick? Every other remaining family member must die before he’ll see a dime of that money. When even that menial job goes away, Beckett indulges the fantasy of bumping off his familial competition.
Among those standing in his way are cousins Taylor (Raff Law), a finance bro, Noah (Zach Woods), a pretentious artist, and Steven (Topher Grace), a celebrity pastor; Uncle Warren (Bill Camp) and Aunt Cassandra (Bianca Amato); and grandfather Whitelaw (Ed Harris). Complicating matters, however, are an old childhood friend, Julia (Margaret Qualley), who starts asking more of Beckett than he can give; and new flame Ruth (Jessica Henwick), who happens to be dating Noah when he meets her.
Written and directed by John Patton Ford (Emily the Criminal), the film is a tale of two halves. Narrated by Beckett in the form of telling his story to a prison chaplain, the story plays with audience expectations on multiple occasions. As Beckett ramps up to detailing exactly how he got started down the road toward being a serial killer, the film has a fun-if-macabre vibe.
Under normal circumstances Beckett would be someone to despise, but since he’s an underprivileged person who’s taking aim at people who (mostly) don’t seem to appreciate their good luck, it feels okay to cheer for him. This follows a recent trend in “eat the rich” films, one that’s been influenced by a turn against real-life billionaires. Ford plays heavily into the theme and it works for a good portion of the film.
However, things get a little murky in the second half of the movie. A few of the planned killings get less attention than others, making their — pardon the pun — execution less interesting/fun than the others. Also, Ford does a poor job of indicating just how much weight should be put on Beckett’s relationship with Julia, someone with whom he only has occasional interactions for the bulk of the film.
It’s difficult to know the exact right way to showcase Powell, but this film doesn’t seem to be the best fit. Whether it’s the odd hairstyle/wig he’s given, or the varying degrees of confidence his character shows, his performance is up and down. Qualley’s acting style is over-the-top, and she needed to dial it down in this particular role. Henwick and Camp are the grounding forces in the film, keeping the story somewhat tethered to reality while almost everyone else makes a meal of their scenes.
How to Make a Killing is serviceable entertainment that gives viewers a decent number of laughs and thrills. But Ford can’t find a way to make the story work all the way through, and a so-so performance by Powell keeps the film from rising above its mediocre station.
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How to Make a Killing opens in theaters on February 20.