By: Henry J. Fromage –
Another fairly tolerable week, another week with some quality picks at the theater to take advantage of.
99. Sicario: Day of the Soldado
First off, resign yourself to the fact that this is not Sicario. It’s an attempt to make an franchise out of Sicario, which should tell you all you need to know about how close it is to Sicario. Setting that aside, it is a Taylor Sheridan script, which makes it an automatic must-see, and it does star Benicio Del Toro and Josh Brolin and it is action-packed, not without its own subtly, and generally pretty damn entertaining. I’ll gladly have another. Three Beers.
Leigh Whannell makes his Alex Garland move from general respected if sometimes uneven in the results screenwriter to genre writer/director debut sterling fucking gold. Sure, it’s got all the neon-soaked indie scifi tropes that are hot right now, but they’re hot for a reason and Logan Marshall Green as a man with a computer in his head who gives him almost unlimited powers is everything you could hope and dream. Damn entertaining, damn stylish fun. Two Beers.
101. Ant-Man and the Wasp
After Infinity War, sure, I can see that an easy, breezy Marvel adventure might be a tough sell. But what would be better after the seemingly ballsy downer of an ending that set the geek world ringing than a little palate cleanser with the cast with perhaps the best comic chemistry in the Marvel Universe (give or take Thor + Taika Waititi). It’s as easy and breezy and fun as advertised, well worth your Friday evening. Three Beers.
102. Jim & Andy: The Great Beyond
One interesting fact that probably bears mentioning is that Milos Forman named two of his sons James and Andrew- Jim & Andy- after Jim Carrey and the Andy Kaufman he channeled in his film Man on the Moon. That might make you feel a little less bad for how much hell Carrey put him through in the making of the film, shown her in this documentary that is strangely beautiful at times but mostly just shows Carrey as the borderline megalomaniac he is. Fascinating stuff. Two Beers.
103. The Glass Castle
The strangest thing about this very Hollywooded adaptation of Jeanette Walls’ seminal memoir The Glass Castle is how active a hand she clearly had in forming it. Perhaps age has made her more nostalgic for the unconventional and frankly irresponsible way in which she was raised, which, sure had its alluring Kerouac moments but which gives child service workers everywhere nightmares they don’t even understand the source of, I’m sure. Read the book for sure, and if you want an interesting addendum for reasons you wouldn’t expect, watch this. Four Beers.