Weekly Movie Roundup

Knock at the Cabin Inside Corner Office
  • Knock at the Cabin isn’t bad. I’d argue it’s actually M. Night Shyamalan’s best movie in years, although that’s at least partly because he hasn’t made another good one in almost twenty. But it’s hard to see what it adds, since none of the changes it makes from the novel—from the title on down—are for the better, and some are actively for the worse. It’s often clunky and not especially scary, in typical late-Shyamalan fashion, but it holds together a lot better than his other recent efforts—maybe because it has a stronger base, or because it’s focused more on real human characters than high-concept, allowing at least Dave Bautista the room to portray the conflicting emotions of his scenes really well. (Spoiler: he’s the best thing in the movie.)
    • Inside isn’t always what I would call pleasant to watch, but it does more or less exactly what it says on the tin—the one in which Willem Dafoe’s character is trapped. It’s a little like Cast Away, if that was weirdly set in a luxury high-rise apartment with a malfunctioning thermostat, and it’s interesting enough as far as that idea goes. Dafoe certainly gives it his all. But it’s hard to say what, if anything, else the movie is trying to say about isolation and hardship and creation.
      • I’ll say this much for Corner Office: everything it does feels very deliberate. Very little of that is interesting, and none of it is especially funny. If the movie is supposed to be satire, it’s both toothless and tired; if it’s absurdism, it annoys more than amuses. Jon Hamm’s performance and (constant) narration feel very intentionally pitched at something, but what that something is, I wouldn’t care to guess.
      Manodrome The Passenger Indiana Jones and the Dial of Destiny
      • Manodrome isn’t exactly subtle in what it has to say about toxic masculinity, repressed homosexuality, and incel culture…but it also isn’t exactly wrong about any of it. If the movie eventually feels as confused Jesse Eisenberg’s main character, that doesn’t diminish from the uncomfortable rawness of his performance.
        • Nick Allen at RogerEbert.com described The Passenger as a “queasy, then curious, then underwhelming embrace of extremes.” The movie is helped enormously by Kyle Gallner’s performance, even if it quickly runs out of anything to say.
          • Indiana Jones and the Dial of Destiny feels almost completely airless. I only wish I could say that felt unexpected. At the end of the day, I think I agree with most everything that Darren Mooney said in his review.

          I also re-watched Flight of the Navigator, which I hadn’t seen since it was in theaters and I was nine. The movie doesn’t have much of a story beyond its central time travel concept, which is all I remembered from when I was a kid, and it resolves that story very quickly without much fuss. The movie is kind of endearing despite that, and Joey Cramer was a pretty good child actor, but it’s also nothing special. I can see why the time travel part of it rattled around in my head for almost forty years, but also why I remembered nothing else.