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Air-Conditioned Fun in the Summertime: 10 Movies I Want to See in the Next Three Months

Chris Klimek

Time was, the summer movie season -- when blocks got busted and Oscar contenders got out of the way -- began Memorial Day weekend and had shot its wad by mid-July. Once in a while you’d get a great late-summer picture, like The Fugitive, released Aug. 6, 1993 (and nominated for Best Picture, come to that.) But generally the big action pictures, which gradually gave way to the superhero flicks, needed six or seven weeks before kids got marched back into school so studios could benefit from repeat business.

In the 21st century, the summer movie season advanced to the first weekend in May, a date that in recent years has belonged to Marvel Comics adaptations, whether they’re made by Marvel Studios, like The Avengers, or by other studios, like the Spider-Man pictures (both the Raimis and the Webbs) from Sony, or the X-Men series, from Fox.

Nowadays, of course, the cinema calendar is a lawless Thunderdome: Liam Neeson starts kicking ass in January, and Bond flicks and Hunger Games adaptations come out in November.

Anyway. I filed my rundown of the 10 summer movies I was most anticipating to my editor at The Village Voice before I'd seen any of them. I saw X-Men: Days of Future Past last night, and I've no regrets about including it on the list. I left Life Itself, Steve James's documentary about Roger Ebert, off just because it's a documentary. I'm very curious about Ari Folman's The Congress and Dawn of the Planet of the Apes or whatever that one's called, too.

The Career of Tom Cruise, X-Men, Han Solo, and the Wrath of Cannes. I'm on the Voice Film Club podcast this week.

Chris Klimek

I had a great time sitting in on this week's Voice Film Club podcast with my Village Voice editor Alan Scherstuhl and L.A. Weekly film critic Amy Nicholson. Alan invited me on to talk about my essay demanding the death of Han Solo, but before we get to that we have a long chat about the perplexing career of Tom Cruise (working off of Amy's marvelous cover story about him) and Amy's review of X-Men: Days of Future Past, which I won't get to see until tonight. You can hear the podcast above or here.

Sometimes It Smarts, Being a Smartie: Charm and Bloody Poetry, reviewed.

Chris Klimek

Tonya Beckman, Dan Crane, Ian Armstrong, and Esther Williams in Bloody Poetry. (Teresa Castracane/Taffety Punk)

My review of Taffety Punk Theatre Company's "Rulebreaker Rep" -- Kathleen Cahill's Charm, about pioneering feminist Margaret Fuller, and Howard Brenton's Bloody Poetry, about free-loving romantics of the early 19th century -- is in today's Washington City Paper.

When In Glam: Nero/Pseudo, reviewed.

Chris Klimek

Bradley Foster Smith in Richard Byrne's Nero/Pseudo. (C. Stanley Photography)

Bradley Foster Smith in Richard Byrne's Nero/Pseudo. (C. Stanley Photography)

Richard Byrne's original glam musical Nero / Pseudo, featuring songs by Jon Langford and Jim Elkington, needs a little more Caligula, I conclude in my Washington City Paper review. Still, it's a project worth following -- and I've been following it for a couple of years

Langford was one of my first opportunities to interview an artist I'd long admired. I talked to him for DCist in 2007 in advance of a mekons show and again the following year before his other great band, the Waco Brothers, came to town.

Show Me No Money: Trust Me, reviewed.

Chris Klimek

Saxon Sharbino and Clark Gregg in Trust Me, which Gregg wrote and directed.

Saxon Sharbino and Clark Gregg in Trust Me, which Gregg wrote and directed.

Trust Me, the second feature film written and directed by Marvel's Agents of S.H.I.E.LD. star Clark Gregg, confounds pretty much any expectation you're likely to bring to it. I reviewed it for The Dissolve.

Bring Me the Head of Han Solo

Chris Klimek

Not like this. Not like this. But somehow. Han Solo-as-conversation-piece, from 1983's Return of the Jedi.

It was actually my pal Village Voice Film Editor Alan Scherstuhl who pitched me on this piece. When Disney announced the other week that Harrison Ford would be returning for at least one more Star Wars movie, Alan figured -- and I immediately concurred -- that it's high time for Han Solo to receive the heroic demise that Ford wanted to give him in Return of the Jedi, 31 years ago. With apologies to Mike Ryan, whose work I admire, here's why Solo gotta go-lo.