THE PENGUIN LESSONS

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Based on Tom Michell's 2016 memoir about his time spent teaching English during a coup in Argentina in 1976, "The Penguin Lessons" is a stellar politically-minded comedy, packed with subtle and not-so-subtle humor, historic political perspective, and Steve Coogan's infectious wit.

And, there's a penguin. I know what you're thinking, another shaggy dog story. Not so fast.

"The Penguin Lessons" is all about metaphors. As such, our penguin guide gifts us with the power of identifying underlying meanings in pretty much everything that the movie has to offer.

Facing up to social responsibility is on the list for Steve Coogan's instinctively truth-telling rendition of Tom Michell. Lying takes too much effort. It's easier for Tom to rip off the band-aid when touchy questions arise.

Throw in a dramatic tearjerker aspect, and you've got some sublime entertainment.

Björn Gustafsson is excellent as Tom's taller-but-less-confident co-worker.

Serious and funny in equal parts, the well-paced narrative gravitates toward deeper truths than you realize until you are stuck in its deep water. 

However potentially treacherous the dramatic terrain of working with children and/or animals, Steve Coogan dances through the tricky narrative like the experienced dancer he proves to be in one of the movie's pivotal sequences.

It's always value-added when there's dance involved. This sequence shines.

Here is a family movie built to stand the test of time. "The Penguin Lessons" will be a safe bet when you see it available to watch on an airplane.

Steve Coogan's comic genius seems to always find its level. This thematically rich material perfectly matches Coogan's advanced skill-set.

Hilarious. I couldn't possibly count how many times I laughed or cried during this masterful picture.

Director Peter Cattaneo ("The Full Monty") captures every microscopic nuance of comedy, tragedy, satire, romance, and mystery in this wonderful movie. 

Impressive.

Rated PG-13. 110 mins.

BLACK BAG

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If ever there was a movie seemingly written by A.I. "Black Bag" is it.

Generation Jones screenwriter David Koepp ("Spider-Man" - 2002) is the culprit, but there are no clean hands on this cobbled together spy thriller.

Overly complicated and tinged with brief spurts of humor, "Black Bag" is a puzzle that falls apart like a sack of disconnected Lego pieces. This thing rattles and hurts.

Something awful has happened to Michael Fassbender. Not that Fassbender ever had much big-screen charm to begin with, but here he inhabits a negative space usually reserved for folks living in a senior care facility. Fassbender seems to be channeling the late Pier Paolo Pasolini, and it ain't pretty or even functional.

Fassbender's obnoxious British spy character George Woodhouse is married to Cate Blanchett's nearly-as-unattractive UK agent Kathryn St. Jean. I know what you're thinking, how clever to have married spies pit against each other.

Well, David Koepp was certainly in love with the idea.

Kathryn's covert activities raise hackles of suspicion for George, who has a habit of drugging co-worker dinner guests with truth serum in order to extract facts that would otherwise be left to the "Black Bag," a spy term for secrets-never-to-be-revealed.

Yawning all of the time now.

An utter lack of likable, empathetic, or even knowable characters, doom the movie to be little more than a 93-minute distraction from any other mean-spirited interaction you're likely to have on a New York City street.

As disappointing as it is to see Cate Blanchett in such a diminished role, it's some consolation to know that Pierce Brosnan got a payday out of it all.

Steven Soderbergh is no David Fincher, and David Koepp is no Tony Gilroy.

March is rarely a good month for the movies. Here's your proof.

Rated R. 93 mins.

DEAD CALM

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Quentin Tarantino's opinion that the '80s was a terrible decade for films, gets a cold hard slap from Australian director Philip Noyce's intense 1989 thriller.

Between Billy Zane's best Marlon Brando impersonation as a sociopath, Nicole Kidman's break-out performance as a mother traumatized by the death of her young son, and Sam Neil as her experienced sailor husband, is a movie that stands the test of time.

"Dead Calm" is the only non-3D movie I know of to have a scene capable of making you duck out of the way when it hits.

Wow.

"Dead Calm's" triple climax is a satisfying doozy.

The action takes place on the high seas where Rae (Kidman) and hubby John (Neil) are sailing on their luxurious sailboat on an extended vacation.

Trouble comes fast and furious when they rescue Hughie Warriner, the lone survivor of six-person crew aboard a still sinking ship.

The less you know going in, the better because this movie has so many surprises to take your breath away.

Fun, scary and suspenseful from start to finish, get out the popcorn and beer for this white-knuckle thrill ride.

Bon appetite.

Rated R. 96 mins.