Does the world need another production of Murder on the Orient Express, or a sequel to a middling Will Ferrell comedy? I wouldn’t have thought so, but I suppose that’s why I’m not a studio executive. And here we are.
Infinity Baby: I like pretty much everyone in Bob Byington’s lo-fi high-concept comedy – Kieran Culkin, Kevin Corrigan, Nick Offerman, Martin Starr, Megan Mullally, Blindspot ringer Trieste Kelly Dunn — but it just doesn’t play.
Jane: Kevin has some reservations about the way Brett Morgen’s documentary frames the life and work of Jane Goodall, and I can’t really comment, as I have yet to see the movie myself. But I’m curious.
Lady Bird: Greta Gerwig flies solo with this lovely character study about a young woman (Saoirse Ronan, flawless) on the verge of growing up.
Murder on the Orient Express: Once you get past Hercule Poirot’s moustache — which is ludicrous — Kenneth Branagh’s Agatha Christie adaptation is surprisingly fine, with a solid cast and very little of the camp that undermined Sidney Lumet’s 1974 affair. So that’s nice.
My Friend Dahmer: Marc Meyers turns Derf Backderf’s graphic novel into a high-school movie where the bright colors don’t quite conceal a slippery ugliness coiled around the story. It’s a hell of a thing.
Poor Agnes: Lora Burke gives a terrific performance as a murderous sociopath who takes a shine to her newest victim (Robert Notman) in this modest Ontario thriller … but you have to suspend a whole lot of disbelief to make it all the way through.
And there we go! I’m just heading down to CBC for a Metro Morning hit, where I’ll discuss Ridley Scott commissioning last-minute reshoots to remove Kevin Spacey from All the Money in the World and probably Louis CK and whatever other awfulness has erupted in the world since I went to bed.
If you see this early enough, I’m on at 6:50 am; if you were still in bed, I’ll post a link as soon as it’s available.
I hope you’re still in bed, I really do.