Spike Lee’s period piece fights its way into the present and kicks you in the face.
Logan Lucky frames itself as a paean to the people of the Mid-Atlantic and their underrated pluck. ‘Take me home, country roads,’ it croons, but I was not tempted.
Come inside and share my doubt.
Jim Jarmusch has another poem to read you.
I know, but hear me out–it’s a REALLY BIG Death Star, right? It’s just so, so, so BIG this time. You see? No way it blows up again. I promise.