LIFE AQUATIC recapitulated as some absurd, Thurbur-esque contraption. Perhaps a little remedial for Anderson but as usual endlessly lovely to look at and front-to-back hilarious.

Not remotely surprised that Jesse Armstrong decided to turn what was probably a Succession finale idea that got immediately shouted down in the writers' room into a movie Adam McKay would blame you for not liking. I'm as pissed as anyone that society somehow continues to reward these venal accelerationist tech pigs for deliberately dismantling civilization but it's somehow even worse to me that TV showrunners are endlessly allowed to get away with toothlessly "satirizing" the softest targets imaginable.

The Paths of Glory Lead but to the Grave

ittedly these movies do not have to work very hard for me to love them, and yet they work so, so fucking hard.

I think Cronenberg's late austerity completely flattens this, but at least it isn't quite as remedial as CRIMES OF THE FUTURE.

Tastes exactly like something that would have been dumped onto Disney+.

Mostly a feature-length version of one of Evans' own episodes of his pretty gnarly Gangs of London show. Sometimes bafflingly convoluted and overstuffed with interchangeable characters, takes its time getting to the action, then goes very amusingly nuts for an extended period of runtime. Fun movie.

Alarmingly weird and funny in a way that completely eluded the first one, still prime Dad Movie stuff. Basically zero ing though.

The roof is on fire, but you still can't let 'em in. And never put down your weapon.

Plays to Garland's strengths as its pure single-mindedness demands that nothing matters but what's right in front of your fucking face, and that's bolstered by the nicely stylized understylization. Less a brutal, baffling BLACK HAWK DOWN-ish ordeal than a survival horror experiential drip. Pretty dang good.

Corny.

I perhaps foolishly assumed that this had something to do with Billy and the Boingers.