Monsters Ball: "Godzilla x Kong: The New Empire," reviewed.

Kong is the more expressive of the two stars of Godzilla x Kong, despite being second-billed.

“So Godzilla x Kong does the reluctant-allies thing for the second time in two movies, and it can’t quite hide that, despite their palpable love-hate chemistry on-screen, G and K probably don’t get along any better in real life than Bruce Willis and Cybill Shepherd.

Reviewed for the Washington City Paper.

Pop Culture Happy Hour: "Road House"

Look at what you can learn to do from watching Road House. (Laura Radford)

This week, I interviewed Pulitzer Prize winner and MacArthur “Genius” grantee playwright Suzan-Lori Parks and chopped up the new Doug Liman-directed, Gyllenhaal-headlined Road House with pals Linda Holmes and Aisha Harris. Like itinerant philosophy grad Dalton from Road House ‘89 , I contain multitudes. Or at least severalitudes.

Humping Iron: "Love Lies Bleeding," reviewed.

Katy O’Brian and Kristen Stewart in Love Lies Bleeding (A24).

Writer-director Rose Glass’ sophomore feature is the lurid, horny hybrid of Blood Simple, Thelma & Louise, Bound, and Pumping Iron you didn’t know you needed. Reviewed for WCP.

The Desert of the Real, in the Real Desert: "Dune Part Two," reviewed.

Timothée Chalamet and Denis Villeneuve on location on Arrakis. (Niko Tavernise)

I feel better about my headline than I do about “the sandworm has turned.” Reviewed for WCP.

"Outlaw Posse" and the Endurance of the Black Western

Melvin Van Peebles’ son can shoot in two directions at once.

For the day job, I wrote about Black westerns on the occasion of Mario Van Peebles’ new one, Outlaw Posse. No relation to his prior western, 1993’s Posse, except for the familial kind.

Book Review: "Hits, Flops, and Other Illusions — My Fortysomething Years in Hollywood"

My Washington Post review of prolific writer/director/producer/showrunner Ed Zwick’s name-dropping but also name-naming memoir is here.

Carl Weathers: Always the Best Man, Never the Groom

He got name-above-title on the poster, but not in the opening credits.

I had a swell time working once again with one my former Washington City Paper editors, Jon Fischer, over the weekend in his new role as WaPo’s arts editor in this piece that it only occurred to me to pitch as I was out for a run Friday evening, just a couple of hours of learning of Carl Weathers’ death.

Alt lede:

A long time ago in a century far, far away, before Liam Neeson turned AARP-eligible throat-punching into its own thriving genre, it was unusual for action movies to be released in the winter. But that was where the long-defunct Lorimar Motion Pictures chose to dump “Action Jackson” in February of 1988 — just under a year after the release of “Lethal Weapon,” seven months after “Predator,” five months before “Die Hard.” Each of those better-remembered, franchise-launching shoot-’em-ups were, like “Action Jackson,” produced (or coproduced) by Joel Silver, and each one features memorable moments from actors who were perhaps not quite famous enough even to be called character actors, but who also show up in “Action Jackson.” If you’ve a yen for hypermasculine Reagan-era bloodbaths, you’ll know their faces, if not their names: Robert Davi. Bill Duke. Mary Ellen Trainor. Ed O’Ross. The unofficial Joel Silver Players.

The exception, of course, was Jericho “Action” Jackson himself, Carl Weathers.

"Argylle," reviewed.

I reviewed Argylle, the latest, longest, most tiresome, and most meta of Matthew Vaughn’s meta action comedies. For my sins.