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A movie can be so stupid, so perfectly, perfectly stupid, that its perfect stupidity becomes its own art form, thus making the movie – well, not good, but at least mediocre. “Fantasy Island” (2020) is such a stupid movie. It’s an inspired idea to turn a 1970s TV confection into a horror movie. Fantasies manifest our most basic desires, which do not always involve hijinks with Ricardo Montalban and Barbi Benton (sometimes, not always). Here, a darker side is explored, but the modern horror cliches of skittering apparitions, zombie henchmen and oozing, black eye juice made me roll my (juiceless) eyes.

“Music Box” (1989) is a courtroom drama that keeps you guessing. I mean, guessing where the drama is. It’s a federal prosecution of 40-year-old war crimes that took place in Hungary. An open and shut case. The suspense comes in waiting to see if the defendant will admit his guilt to his defense attorney daughter (Jessica Lange). Your faith in the courtroom movie formula starts feeding on itself, however, and you begin rooting for a big payoff that proves Papa innocent. The twist? He is suddenly, definitively shown to be guilty. Interestingly, it makes for a sadder, but better, story.