Cherry
Anthony and Joe Russo (You, Me & Dupree) throw shit and see what sticks for 2 hours and 20 minutes in this mopey, interminable yarn about a US vet who turns to robbing banks in order to support his PTSD-addled junkie life. Starring Tom Holland of all people, whom I maintain still looks too young to be in anything that isn't Spider-Man or a high school play. Get back in the kiln, Tom! This feels more like a career move than a film for both Tom and the Russos; Holland wants to play a real-life junkie to shed (unsuccesfully) his teen persona, like Timmy and Daniel before him, while the Russos want to prove that they know how to make a movie without a committee breathing down their necks (they don't). I mean they know that you can do hard cuts and break the fourth wall and put text on screen and throw filters and pan the camera and throw in jarrring inserts and isolate characters with monochrome or soft focus and dillate time and do quick montages. I just don't think they know why a director would do any of that, so they do all of it, all the time, just in case somebody chooses to watch Cherry.