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If you are an adolescent male who is into comic books and video games and all that crap, “Mad Max: Fury Road” (2015) is for you. The fact that I referred to those trappings as “all that crap” identifies me as someone to whom this film did not appeal. I would have been better off watching the original “Mad Max” or perhaps even “The Gauntlet” instead. The coarsening of society is reflected in the coarsening of movie reboots. This is a blood-splatteringly ugly movie with a thin story, enough to keep me vaguely interested, but not enough to truly care.

“The Drop” (2014) is the story of a man and his dog. And Chechen mobsters. And Brooklyn. And Tony Soprano (except he’s not Tony Soprano). And murders. And money. And a communion that will never be shared. Tom Hardy offers one of the most authentically unplaceable New York accents I’ve ever heard. It’s a beautiful thing. The story is a classic mob double-cross with a twist that reminded me of “The Usual Suspects.” I was, literally, on the edge of my seat for the last 30 minutes. When the final scene faded to black, I smiled. That’s a good movie.