Book of Henry is a cinematic Rube Goldberg machine. Except instead of going through an unnecessarily complicated series of steps to pour a glass of orange juice, it goes through an unnecessarily complicated series of steps to destroy Colin Treverrow's career.
From the Blacklist Essential Satire blog:
There’s nothing funny about terrorism. Or is there?
While it may seem impossible to find the humor in Jihad, Chris Morris’ FOUR LIONS makes it look effortless. Starring a tight-knit group of British Pakistani terrorists and their token white convert, FOUR LIONS succeeds by directing its satire at both sides of the War on Terror.
On the one hand, there are the central crew of wannabe terrorists. Drawing from the Armando Iannucci School of…
This movie feels like it's been pickled and preserved since 2013, when Simon Rich originally wrote it for the New Yorker and hipster jokes reached their nadir.
It works surprisingly well as a COVID movie, like a relic from simpler days where selling overpriced pickles was enough to dominate the news cycle for weeks and months.