In a movie like Normal, you can’t help but smile some of the time. Not because it’s a well-written movie. Not because of stand-out performances. And certainly not because of a title that is so blatantly tongue-in-cheek its subtitle should be a rimshot

In response to your request to review this movie, I’m happy to report that this is, indeed, a movie. What’s it about, you ask? Well, it’s a serial killer movie. So, it’s about serial killers. Yes.

Because Craig Schwartz (Cusack), an unemployed puppeteer stuck in a bleak marriage with his pet-obsessed wife Lotte (Diaz), takes a filing job on the bizarre 7½th floor of an office building, where he discovers a hidden door.

Did you know that every human being literally constructs their own reality? Our senses can only decode the small slice of reality they’re equipped to perceive

Two views of the next stage in devolution. “You shall know them by their tools.”

Rarely have the great writer’s words resonated so deeply than after viewing Joel and Ethan Coen’s Burn After Reading, a film so delightfully absurd and pointless that it damn near achieves grandeur in spite of itself.