As much as I loved Nicolas Cage in his weirder-than-weird “Willy’s Wonderland,” it was just too much of a struggle to love the even weirder “The Unbearable Weight of Massive Talent” (2022). Cage is a strange dude in real life (ask the IRS) who apparently isn’t afraid to parody himself and his film roles, which “Massive Talent” accomplishes to pull off this Escher drawing of a movie-inside-a-movie-about-a-movie. A trip to Spain for a quick buck and a script-reading takes an awkward turn toward guns-blazing hijinks. Cage is sooo uncomfortably strange, it’s hard to see where reality ends and parody begins.
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I didn’t watch many episodes of “The Office,” but if I could imagine the most disgusting storyline ever, it would be just like the plot for “Corporate Animals” (2019). Demi Moore replaces Steve Carell as the psycho boss and brings everyone on a team-building field trip that takes a macabre turn. Hey, look everybody – there’s even Ed Helms! Unfortunately, the resemblance ends there. Because while “The Office” was able to mine deadpan humor from a deep cave of absurdity, this film simply has dead people, a cave, and is absurd. It thinks it’s being funny, but just makes you squirm.
“The Butcher’s Wife” is a 1991 movie starring several women I fancy (Demi Moore, Mary Steenburgen, Frances McDormand, Margaret Colin), and Jeff Daniels, who a lot of women favor, at least when they’re not getting him confused with Bill Pullman. George Dzundza is in it, too (I just wanted to say Dzundza). It’s a chick flick (crossed signals, unrequited love, happy ending, blah blah blah). A barefoot Demi Moore is supposed to be a clairvoyant from North Carolina, spouting cornpone wisdom in a terrible accent. It mostly takes place in New York (the movie, not her accent). Dzundza, Dzundza, Dzundza.
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