John Leguizamo – Memphis Flyer

If you’ve already seen Black Panther: Wakanda Forever three times, there are plenty of other sources for your movie fix this weekend.

Fresh off the success of his Cabinet of Curiosities, Guillermo Del Toro unveils more potentially holiday-related eye candy with his long-awaited adaptation of Pinocchio. Del Toro says the $35 million stop motion film is the project he’s been wanting to do his entire life. Based on a version of the story by Nineteenth Century Italian novelist Carlo Collodi, it’s not the little wooden boy you remember from the Disney vaults. Voice actors include Ewen McGregor as Sebastian J. “Don’t Call Me Jiminy” Cricket, Tilda Swinton as a Wood Sprite who is totally not Tinkerbell, and Cate Blanchett as a monkey.

Ralph Finnes is serving the most dangerous dish in The Menu. Director Mark Mylod, late of HBO’s plute-shaming soap Succession, has gathered an all-star cast of Nicholas Hoult, Anya Taylor-Joy, John Leguizamo, and Hong Chau, for dinner, and class war is what’s for dinner. Yum!

As a journalist, I know that the best films of all time are all about newspaper people. As a filmmaker, I know Harvey Weinstein is a depraved, power-mad rapist who hurt a lot of people and did irreparable damage to the independent film world. She Said is the story of Megan Twohey (Carey Mulligan) and Jodi Cantor (Zoe Kazan), two New York Times reporters who broke the story of Weinstein’s reign of terror by convincing his victims to go on the record. He’s currently in jail for 23 years in New York, and yesterday the prosecution rested in his California trial, where he is facing 60 more years in the hoosegow.

Alejandro Iñárritu is no stranger to Memphis. He shot 21 Grams, his second feature film here. Since then, he’s won nine Academy Awards. He’s back with Bardo, False Chronicle of a Handful of Truths, a satirical look at Iñárritu’s native Mexico through the magical realist filter of his mind.

Controversial opinion confession: Kristen Stewart is a great actor.

I admit I haven’t made it through more than 15 minutes of a Twilight movie, but every time I see her on-screen, she’s one of, if not the, best things about the movie. Just look at The Runaways, where she does a dead-on Joan Jett impression. Or Still Alice, where she is the only actor in Julianne Moore’s league. The woman’s got chops, I tell you.

In American Ultra, she plays Phoebe Larson, a working-class girl who lives in nowhere, West Virginia, with her stoner boyfriend Mike Howell (Jesse Eisenberg). This is the second time Stewart and Eisenberg have been paired up, the first being 2009’s engaging slacker comedy Adventureland, and they have fantastic chemistry. Stewart’s Phoebe knows that Mike is a hopeless ball of neuroses, but she knows he’s the best she’s going to do in this godforsaken small town, and so she loves and takes care of him like a puppy. But Mike’s actually got very good reasons for his panic attacks. He’s a highly trained and brainwashed super-soldier who has had his memory erased and been secreted away in the mountains when the CIA’s cost-benefit analysis tipped over into “bad idea” territory. But now, an interagency rivalry between two operatives, Lasseter (Connie Britton) and Yates (Topher Grace), over whose top-secret, brainwashed super-soldier program is better means that dueling teams of assassins are invading West Virginia’s dollar store parking lots and stoner dens trying to rub out Mike and Phoebe.

Jesse Eisenberg and Kristen Stewart in American Ultra

American Ultra is going for the Ghostbusters equation: It wants you to laugh at the absurdity of its premise while also taking it seriously as a threat to the characters, with whom it wants you to sympathize. The screenplay by Max Landis, son of legendary director John, who wrote the hit found-footage superhero movie Chronicle, is a pretty effective spoof of the Bourne movies. As long as American Ultra stays focused on the hapless Mike, the slightly less-hapless Phoebe, and their flights and fights through the rural underworld, it’s the dark-but-fun action comedy its setup promises. When they’re negotiating with conversion-van-loving drug dealer Rose (John Leguizamo) and hiding out in his psychedelic black-light basement, the tone is something like a sillier version of Natural Born Killers. (The underrated Oliver Stone film is also a comedy, but that’s an essay for another time.)

But when director Nima Nourizadeh breaks away from their story to the behind-the-scenes intrigue at the CIA, the wheels come off the wagon. American Ultra‘s biggest problem is that it lacks a good bad guy. Grace is just hopeless as an amoral careerist in the mold of a Silicon Valley brogrammer. He succeeds at being unlikeable, but he’s not remotely believable, and that robs the film of the edge of danger it needs to make the jokes land harder. Nourizadeh, who directed the found-footage teenage-party comedy Project X, has trouble juggling the conflicting tones, and so the whole thing doesn’t quite gel. But Stewart and Eisenberg seem like they’re having a blast, and hanging out with them for 90 minutes makes American Ultra a good time.