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Dennis Quaid, he’s a puzzler. He has a natural charisma that transfers so easily to the movie screen, it’s like he isn’t even trying. But then there’s the films where it’s truly like he isn’t even trying. Take “The Big Easy” (1986), a New Orleans whodunit exacerbated by Ellen Barkin’s weak portrayal of a district attorney. Quaid’s uneven Cajun accent comes off like a horrible impersonation of a deaf person. Of course, he’s playing a guy that acts like he doesn’t give a shit, so he almost pulls it off, but you always wonder whether Quaid himself actually gives a shit.

John Goodman, I was counting on you. “10 Cloverfield Lane” (2016) had all the makings of an incredibly stupid horror flick, but I trusted you. I mean, you wouldn’t waste your time making one of those movies, would you? It turns out that the main characters need to trust him, too. Or maybe they’re being held captive against their will by a conspiracy nut who comes off like a 55-year-old Zach Galifianakis without his meds. So, do you trust him? For those of you who remember “The Twilight Zone” (the TV show, not the film), this would fit right in.

When it comes to World War II movies, there isn’t a lot of new ground to cover. So, purely for novelty’s sake, “The Monuments Men” (2014) is worth watching. The story of an American military unit tasked with saving precious European artwork from the Nazis and/or Soviets isn’t anything John Wayne ever starred in (at least not that I know of). It’s a George Clooney movie. He brings along buddy Matt Damon and fills out the cast with a bunch of other familiar names (Cate Blanchett, John Goodman, Bill Murray, etc.). It’s good, solid, earnest, predictable. Worthy of the genre.