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Remember that great film with the undercover cop and the huge plot twist? Remember how you hadn’t seen the movie, but your buddy had, so he launched into an excruciatingly boring synopsis that completely ruined it? “Confession” (2022) is that. The synopsis, not the movie. Bleeding man walks into a Boston church and commences talking. The priest joins in. So does a bleeding woman. There’s guns, talking, hidden agendas and obfuscation, and more talking. About fatherhood, priesthood, vengeance, duty, dirty cops, crime syndicates – everything but the Sawks. And then a moronically convoluted plot twist. Your buddy’s a really bad explainer.

The first time Daniel Craig is handed a gun in “Layer Cake” (2005), he briefly prances around like he’s 007 or something. That would still be a year or so away. We get to see him command a stage while on the wrong side of the law in this classic British gangster flick. There’s a much-coveted shipment of drugs and lots of double-crossing, just like in most gangster flicks, including the bad ones. The good ones let you follow along just closely enough to think you know what’s going on, when you really, really, don’t. This is a good one.

Pain is not required to create art, nor does all pain result in art. But there is an in between – a Middle Earth? – where imagination distilled through pain yields a hard-earned magic. J.R.R. Tolkien was able to somehow filter boyhood fantasy through the gruesomeness of war to create one of the most memorable series of fantasy stories ever written. “Tolkien” (2019) imagines us back through that process, and in so doing becomes a bit of poetry in and of itself. While its told-in-flashback style is becoming overused by filmmakers these days, Tolkien’s personal story is well worth hearing and seeing.