Notes on Dinosaur Camp: Jurassic World: Fallen Kingdom, reviewed and discussed on Pop Culture Happy Hour.

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Here’s my review of Jurassic World: Fallen Kingdom. That link will also take you to where you can hear Linda Holmes, Stephen Thompson, and Glen Weldon discuss the movie and its place in the Jurassic-iad with me in the fourth chair.

I regret that it never occurred to me to refer to this film as Jurassic 5 even though “Sum of Us” is an all-timer shadowboxing jam. I also regret that none of us, not even Thompson, thought to mention the moment in Jurassic 5 when it seems like Ted Levine from The Silence of the Lambs is about to start singing “See My Vest.” You’ll know the one I mean.

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Try the (Youngblood) Priest: Superfly, reviewed.

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A lot has happened since Super Fly came out in 1972. I wrote about the new no-space remake Superfly, which careens among tones like a chromed-out Cadillac Fleetwood Eldorado that’s had its brake lines cut. But “Youngblood Priest” drives a sensible Lexus in this version, I am sorry to tell you.

It’s a Bird! It’s a Plane! It’s me on The Original Cast!

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Funny thing: Patrick Flynn lives in Bethesda, Maryland, a short public-transit trip across the northwest border of Washington, DC, where I live. We know many of the same people because we’re both involved in theatre; him as a playwright, me as a critic. And yet our paths never crossed until he heard me on James Bonding last fall, which Matt Gourley and Matt Mira record weekly at Gourley’s beautiful home in Pasadena, all the way on the other side of country.
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The Once and Future Prince: Botticelli in the Fire, reviewed.

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Canuck Renaissance Man Jordan Tannahill’s Renaissance fantasy Botticelli in the Fire is the quintessence of what several speakers at Monday night’s tribute to retiring Woolly Mammoth Theatre Company co-founder Howard Shalwtiz referred to as “a Woolly play.” I tend to like those, and this one I happened to love. Here’s my Washington City Paper review.

Bitches Be Cray: Saint Joan and The Small Room at the Top of the Stairs, reviewed.

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My reviews of Bedlam’s visiting production of Saint Joan at the Folger and of Spooky Action’s local premiere of Carole Fréchette’s The Small Room at the Top of the Stairs were in last week’s Washington City Paper, but for mysterious reasons took a few extra days to surface online. Enjoy.
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And Now For Something Largely the Same: It’s My Fifth Annual Village Voice Summer Movie Preview!

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In olden times, Memorial Day weekend marked the start of what was known as the Summer Movie Season. It’s an obsolete notion, now that would-be blockbuster releases are most heavily concentrated between mid-February (when Black Panther arrived this year) and the first weekend in May, and can come out basically any month of the year other than January. But as a kid who grew up planning my summers based on which hotly anticipated, frequently disappointing tentpole release came out when, I carry the torch for the idea that summertime is the season for escapist genre films that seek to overwhelm the senses.

My pal Alan Scherstuhl, the Village Voice‘s film editor, indulges me, assigning me each May to single out a dozen due before Labor Day that show promise. These features get shared among the whole New Times media ecosphere; sometimes even before they turn up in the Voice. No matter. Here’s the list.

Pop Culture Happy Hour: Deadpool 2

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It was my happy task to join Daisy Rosario, Stephen Thompson, and Glen Weldon for a sadly Linda Holmes-free PCHH dissecting Deadpool 2, a movie that in my view succeeds utterly in being the meaningless and mercilessly self-trolling thing it sets out to be. To paraphrase the critic Homer Simpson, writing in Cahiers du Cinéma: I prefer to watch John Wick.

Your mileage may vary!

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Zazie Beetz and Ryan Reynolds want to touch the light, the heat they see in your eyes. (Fox)