Opening this Weekend

Birth of the Dragon

Good Time

Ingrid Goes West

All Saints

The Queen of Spain


Terminator 2:  Judgment Day 3D

This Weekend’s Box Office Predictions

  1. The Hitman’s Bodyguard
  2. Annabelle: Creation
  3. Leap!
  4. Logan Lucky
  5. Dunkirk

What You Should See

I think shame is one of the hardest feelings to effectively and sincerely convey in writing.  Shame, especially deep shame, is something incredibly personal, something that cuts to your core, all the way down to the bone, and, internally, its expression is entirely through emotional forms that we naturally try to avoid.  It doesn’t strengthen you like anger or cause epiphanies like sadness; it doesn’t drive you like love or dictate your movements like fear.  It’s just there, unavoidable, a feeling you can’t force yourself to look in the eye or confront head on.  At your best, shame is something you need to ignore in order to have any hope of reaching your goals and sometimes the only way to truly deal with it is to remember that it’s a feeling, equal parts of embarrassment and guilt and very often not our fault, that we tend to project on ourselves more than it’s anything anyone will ever actually see in us.  We can’t necessarily confront it, but we can put it aside temporarily, move on, and deal with our other business.  That’s how progress is made.  That’s how winning is done.

But, man, when I see that Birth of the Dragon trailer?  Boy does it fill me with shame.  The shame of associative embarrassment, like how you have to turn the TV off when you see Michael Scott (or especially his British counterpart David Brent) do something stupid and awkward.  You can’t help but feel bad for them, bad for the depth of embarrassment they should be feeling at how plainly stupid and yet wrong-headedly earnest whatever they’ve just done is.  That’s how I feel when I think about Birth of the Dragon.  So no, I don’t recommend seeing that.

The good news, though, is that just about everything else this week is a winner.  Good Time should make up for whatever lingering shame (or possibly straight-up rage) you may still have for Robert Pattinson, Ingrid Goes West, for its starring of Aubrey Plaza and messages about contemporary culture, is my personal pick for what you should see, Tanna looks like a strong choice for anyone looking for an affecting but different romantic piece, and, even though it didn’t do too well critically, The Queen of Spain looks all kinds of okay.  Heck, you could even see Terminator 2:  Judgment Day again, now in 3D!

But then there’s All Saints, sadly not a reunion of the British girl band from the late ‘90s but another in the long line of Christian movies seemingly meant to never be good, always be hopelessly preachy and tone deaf, and and actually pretty exploitative in terms of being cheap money grabs.  And it makes me remember shame again.

[Oh, and if you’ve hearing about a movie called Leap! opening in the States?  That’s just their versino of our Ballerina movie that opened way back in March here in Canada (on the same week as Logan! [Man, that feels like forever ago]).  I don’t know why it’s opening so late there or why they had to rename it, but there it is.]