I normally don't talk about movies. After all, some of us like kooky indie romances, others like Lifetime stuff. A preference for monsters or kung fu guys fighting each other, a bent toward historical period pieces, a slice of real life. Whatever.
But today I watched two movies that break any mold you might keep cramped in your mind. The first one was "The King of California." Michael Douglas's best work, I think. The second was "The Wackness," Ben Kingsley's absolute best. One is about a delusional dude looking for doubloons in California, the other is about a young pot dealer and his post-Dead Head psychiatrist.
Neither sounds promising. But each is better than just about anything you might want to watch this year.