โDead Soulsโ
For his self-proclaimed final film, cult warrior Alex Cox has laid his sights on Donald Trump, ICE, and AI. Not a bad hit list, but a little weird when you consider itโs a spaghetti western based on the 1842 book by Nikolai Gogol โ where a shady bureaucrat who travels through provincial Russia trying to buy the names of dead serfs from landowners. Then again, Cox earned his edgy auteur mettle with mid-โ80s jabs โRepo Manโ and โSid & Nancy.โ Looking a bit like Tim Blake Nelson in โOld Henryโ (2021), a weathered Cox stars as Mr. Strindler, a preacher who claims to work for the American Census Survey when he drifts into a small Arizona border town circa 1890. The town is a pit of snakes ready to swallow the stoic Strindler alive, but in a gunfight with the local quick-draw โKid,โ Strindler gets lucky and takes out the sheriff, too. Strindler, like Gogolโs ghostly drifter, is collecting the names of Mexican workers who have died. Turns out thereโs money to be made if the list is handed to the right magistrate riding through the territory. Unfortunately for Strindler, the one he gets could care less about Mexicans. As Strindler, Cox is a piquant olio of Harry Dean Stantonโs stiff repo man and Peter Sellersโ restrained Chance the Gardner. Given the filmโs satirical mission, the anti-Trump, anti-xenophobic prongs land deep. The AI/data center rift is shoehorned in, strange and devilishly weird. It works. That said, Coxโs โDead Soulsโ occasionally flags under the weight of its hard-pushed aspirations and over-indulgence. Itโs akin to Coxโs follow-up to โSid & Nancy,โ โWalkerโ (1987), staring Ed Harris as the renowned colonialist destabilizer โ itโs also a western, but also chock-full of passion, packed with political punches, and a bit of a letdown compared to those indelible โ80s films. Cox clearly has seen โThe Wild Bunchโ (1969) on repeat: Some of the final scenes feature nearly identical recreations of the waiting vultures at the end of Sam Peckinpahโs glorious ode to the closing days of the West. โ Tom Meek
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“Spider-Man: Brand New Day”

Tom Holland slides into his fourth Spider-Man chapter with ease, but even better, this โNew Dayโ is notably more mature and nuanced than Hollandโs โHomeโ trilogy (โHomecoming,โ โFar From Homeโ and โNo Way Homeโ). The film more smartly weaves in bigger Marvel Cinematic Universe elements that should likely have a payoff in โAvengers: Doomsday.โ Familiar faces from the Avengers and X-Men series show up here, as does Jon Bernthal as Frank Castle, a.k.a. the Punisher, who finally makes it to the big screen. (Heโs been in several small-screen Marvel projects on Disney.) Thankfully, thereโs no multiverse nonsense this time, though former love interest MJ (Zendaya) and bestie Ned (Jacob Batalon), both off at MIT, have had all their memories of Spider-Man and Peter Parker washed from their minds. The driving force in this โNew Dayโ is a mysterious entity that can possess masses of people and wants to break into a fortified Manhattan institution known as The U.S. Department of Damage Control. What they do at the DoDC โ in theory โ is repurpose supervillain tech and power for beneficial uses (the DoDC lab facilities look like a set straight out of โThe Boysโ). All are susceptible to the mass mind meld (even support heroes) except Spidey โ his arachnid DNA has been (for better and worse) morphing, making him more physiologically an eight-legged critter. Directed by Destin Daniel Cretton (โShort Term 12โ), the pacing is lithe and nimble, and the action sequences are several cuts above a typical bang-bash CGI fest โ thereโs intent and consequence. Building on that emotionally is Spideyโs pathos: Heโs revered (he cleaned up New York quicker than former mayor Rudy Giuliani) and heโs all alone, yearning to reconnect with MJ and Ned. โNew Dayโ sheds the flimsy fandom that so imbued the โHomeโ series; itโs darker, leaner and more inward-leaning. It also marks a busy year for Holland and Zendaya, both onscreen in โThe Odyssey,โ and in โDoomsday,โ still to come.ย โ Tom Meek


