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Oh, “Money Plane” (2020), you’re so bad, you’re good – for my creativity. You spawned a fleet of dad jokes. This caper flick, which requires a crack team of action movie cliche characters to rob a flying casino for criminals, is like a failed pilot. The double-cross-the-double-crosser plot crashes shortly after takeoff. It’s like they’re just winging it. The micro-budget production values (somewhere between bad PBS and good porn) aren’t airworthy. The real heist was whatever salaries Kelsey Grammer, Thomas Jane, Denise Richards and the Lawrence brothers (no, seriously) pulled down to play bit roles in this eye-rollingly preposterous action movie.

And some people say I’m resistant to change! In “Edmond” (2005), William H. Macy plays a mild-mannered, big-city office worker who finds out his meeting tomorrow has been bumped back. Next thing you know, he’s haggling hookers over sex while becoming a knife-wielding, nonsense-soliloquizing, homicidal maniac. It’s like “Falling Down” fell down. And can’t get up. Because Macy stabbed it. And then talked it to death. The incessantly pretentious chattiness comes courtesy of David Mamet’s play, which he adapted to somehow be even more like a play. Everyone sounds like they’re Capital A Acting, even when they’re committing a felony.