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The new look Rebel Wilson stars in this “in a coma for 20 years” comedy about a cheerleader (“Cheer CAPTAIN.”) who has an accident, wakes up, and wants to go back and finish school…at 37.

Looks raunchy and rude and vintage Rebel. May 13 on Netflix.

Lot of fun voices on this martial arts/critters comedy, which opens July 15.

A potboiler of a spy game thriller, “Yaksha: Ruthless Operations” is far more revealing about the state of rivalries in Asia than virtually anything to come out of the Far East of late.

It’s a tale of South Korean spies running rampant in Shenyang, a Chinese city close to the North Korean border. They’re shooting it out with North Korean operatives and Chinese security officials left and right in a place that’s presented as a kind of Wild West of Asian espionage.

The stakes for the South Koreans could not be higher, with an armed, unstable and belligerent dictatorship right across the Demilitarized Zone, a rogue state propped-up by the Oligarchical People’s Republic right behind them.

But the guys the Koreans really have it in for, the ones nobody trusts, are the Japanese. I guess World War II and the decades of Japanese occupation and genocidal oppression that preceded it aren’t exactly forgotten on the Peninsula.

The film director (“The Prison”) and co-writer Hyeon Na gives us is a pulpy, gonzo espionage story of mutual mistrust, old grudges, beatings, torture, kidnapping and summary executions. And all those acts are committed by the “good guys.”

As the leader of this “Black Ops” team, nicknamed Yaksha (Sol Kyung-gu) tells the naive, disgraced prosecutor (Park Hae-soo) sent from Seoul to “investigate” this operation, “Justice” is something they pursue with an “any means necessary” ethos.

Yaksha is the name of a “violent demon” in Buddhist/Asian mythology. We’ve seen this trigger-happy goon murder a “mole” in his operation in the opening scene. We’ve got a whiff of lawyer Ji-hoon’s idealism, losing a key high profile prosecution because of laws his own team broke. Now, Ji-hoon is the innocent abroad, checking out the methods of spies who have no compunction about putting a bullet in some suspect’s head.

“Don’t worry. He’s North Korean.“

As it turns out, this spy squad operating out of a travel agency (Dong-kun Yang, Jinyoung Park, Jae-rim Song, Lee El) isn’t interesting in being interfered with. Yaksha beats the hell out of the lawyer at first provocation. They kidnap and drug and honey-trap him and call the Chinese cops. Then they kick him around some more.

But as they’re on the same side, it’s OK, as soon they’re back to sharing drinks and working on this missing North Korean insider they hope to help defect.

Logic takes a severe beating in this action romp. Yaksha and his minions keep on beating on and cursing Ji-hoon, almost to the closing credits.

“I told you to LAY LOW you self-righteous ass—e!”

Characters may joke about how little “real” spying is like “James Bond” and “Mission: Impossible.” But that’s what’s served up here, Korean style.

No Occidentals turn up. This is strictly an “Asian Century” affair, a struggle for primacy in an ascendant East. Characters switch from Korean to Mandarin to Japanese (with subtitles), and occasionally to English if they want a threat to REALLY land.

There are “sleeping with the enemy” violations. Nobody is shy about torturing anyone, even the daughter of the would-be defector.

And lurking over all this mayhem is Ozawa, aka “D-7,” the dapper Japanese manipulator/spy played with sinister sex appeal by veteran character actor Hiroyuki Ikeuchi. Long before the film’s action climax underscores this, we’re thinking “Bond villain.” With his sword-wielding underlings, Ozawa is a force even the supposedly dominant Chinese can’t figure out how to foil.

Filmed in Korea, Hong Kong and Taiwan, “Yaksha” has lurid red light district fights and embassy heists, laugh-out-loud insults and the funniest use of “drones” as a plot device of any espionage thriller.

The story’s over-the-top nonsensical. Treacherous characters “explain” their motivations, often in mid-brawl, in scene after scene. But the players are game, with the Korean veteran Sol and Ikeuchi standing toe to toe with panache and great presence.

If you think you know what “ruthless operations” look like in the West, prepare to have your eyes opened to how such matters are settled in the exotic, brutal East by the undercover demon they call “Taksha.”

Rating: TV-MA, graphic violence, smoking, profanity

Cast Sol Kyung-gu, Park Hae-soo, Dong-kun Yang, Jinyoung Park, Jae-rim Song, Lee El and Hiroyuki Ikeuchi.

Credits: Directed by Hyeon Na, scripted by Hyeon Na and Sang-hoon Ahn. A Netflix release.

Running time: 2:06

This animated action comedy allows Pixar to go back to the “Toy Story” well and pretend that they aren’t.

It’s impressive, but looks overfamiliar. “Lightyear” comes out in June.

This was one of several kiddie films trailers attached to “Sonic 2,” and I would have preferred to slap a “Paws of Fury: The Legend of Hank” one up here. But Nickelodeon/Paramount have it in theaters, and not up on Youtube. The sillies.

Few cultures make a religion out of embracing eccentrics the way the Brits do. They like to see themselves as history’s plucky underdogs, and they’re always on the lookout for another example of unlikely glory, somebody underestimated but determined to have a go at it.

That expression “taking the piss” out of this elite or that competence made Monty Pythoners rich, and made the names of Eddie the Eagle or Boris the Johnson.

Maurice Flitcroft’s bizarre claim to fame was being labeled “The Worst Golfer in the World.”

“I’m not the world’s worst golfer,” he’d protest to every TV interviewer who introduced him thus, which added to his charm.

A Manchester native and shipyard crane operator, he became a twinkling presence in a stuffy, starchy rich man’s sport by stumbling into a loophole in the entry process of the most hallowed golf tournament of them all, The British Open.

“The Phantom of the Open” tells his story, how he stumbled across golf coverage on the family’s new telly, saw the prize money available, and facing “redundancy” layoff at the Vickers Shipyard in Barrow-in-Furness, decided to “have a go” at the sport — at 46.

Mark Rylance brings his quiet “Dunkirk” stoicism and “Bridge of Spies” whimsy to Flitcroft, an underdog born to be underestimated, but a man of uncommon — if delusional — persistence.

Flitcroft’s adoring wife (Sally Hawkins) may indulge his latest fancy. His twin sons (Chrisian Lees and Jonah Lees) may take inspiration from his “aim for the stars” and live “the dream” ethos, and pursue their disco dancing dreams because of him.

But working class blokes like him get the “old chum” brushoff by golf club snobs. And the only way for a working man to learn the game in that pre-Youtube/pre-VCR age was from a book, “practicing” on a beach, in power line easements or in his backyard.

He is plainly out of his dept and not very good, no matter how many times he figures “I’m just a whisker away.” But the man has his mind made up.

“I quite fancy lifting the old Claret Jug.”

Welsh actor (“The Fundamentals of Caring”) turned director Craig Roberts and actor-turned-screenwriter Simon Farnaby (“Paddington 2”) keep their eyes on the cute and find delight even in the in the sadly sentimental parts of this story.

Hawkins’ character Jean is the one who assures Maurice “It’s your turn,” that after providing for and raising their family, he deserves this indulgence. She lets us see the “reality” she won’t break to him about the dire financial straits this might put them in.

His oldest stepson (Jake Davies), college-educated and an executive at the shipyard, might feel ashamed at Dad’s antics.

But cheap golf clubs can be bought by mail, and Maurice’s sketchy mate Cliff (Mark Lewis Jones) is always there to provide golfing kit from various “sources.” Cliff need never use the phrase “fell off a truck” because it’s implied.

And then there’s the first golfer Maurice meets in his first ever golf club locker room as he’s about to play his first round ever. The club was Royal Birkdale, the event was the 1976 British Open, and the foreign fellow also trying to get comfortable in this alien environment was Seve Ballesteros, who is relieved to find a British golfer who speaks Spanish, and who is willing to dispense golf and life advice to the youngster, who just beams.

“I hope your golf is as good as your Spanish!”

“The Phantom of the Open” has plenty of moments like that, on and off the links. Maurice’s twins impishly pull one over on the officials by taking turns caddying, drawing gobsmacked looks from the rest of Maurice’s golfing foursome. Found out, Maurice is politely confronted, but declines to “retire” from the course.”

And that British Open, infamous for producing “the worst score ever” recorded at an open championship, wasn’t the end of the story. Oh no. “Banned” Maurice continued his “practice practice, that’s the way to success” regimen, “wooorkin’ on me pootin’,” donning disguises and posing as a French pro just to get another whack at the Claret Jug.

Flitcroft became famous, an object of almost pitiable fun in the press. But working class strangers cheer him on with “Don’t let the bastards get you down.”

Roberts and the production team pepper the soundtrack with bubbly pop — ABBA, Leo Sayer, “Build Me Up, Buttercup,” Louis Prima — underscoring the “lark” nature of it all. Flitcroft’s hallucinatory hopes for golf glory may be twee and generically surreal, but they can’t help but tickle.

They cast a perfect comic foil in Rhys Ifans, as the infuriated Scottish guardian of the Open, the game “we invented” and decorum that Maurice fakes his way into.

And through it all, Rylance anchors the proceedings in a sort of dazed, askance reality, a clever-enough fellow with a “have a go” can-do spirit, no matter what the “wankers” in charge say.

He makes this “phantom” a grand anti-hero in a film that only hints at the dark days — layoffs, national decline and the vigorously pursued class wars of Thatcherism — breaking out all around him. This may not be Rylance’s greatest film, the stakes being as low as they are. But his impersonation is both uncanny — stay through the credits — and adorable.

He makes “The Phantom of the Open” a delight for duffers and non-duffers alike, a grand goof on a still-elitist sport and the sort of comedy worth a sip or two of claret afterwards with or without the jug.

Rating: PG-13 for some strong language and smoking

Cast: Mark Rylance, Sally Hawkins, Jonah Lees, Christian Lees, Jake Davies and Rhys Ifans

Credits: Directed by Craig Roberts, scripted by Simon Farnaby, based on the book by Scott Murray. A Sony Pictures Classics release.

Running time: 1:46

It’s safe to say that ballet doesn’t recruit every fresh generation dancers from the movies about the art form, which all try to show the insane level of self-sacrifice and many go out of their way to depict it as the most self-destructive culture in the arts.

From “The Red Shoes” to “Black Swan,” dance comes off as a literally back-stabbing, injurious and maddening calling for any girl who takes it up and falls under its spell.

“Dancing on Glass” is a Spanish take on that theme that adds little new to the messaging but gives us enough of “Giselle,” the ballet that is its focus that it clocks in as the longest.

The “girls” gather at the National Classic Ballet to hear the news from company director Norma (Mona Martínez). There will be a new prima ballerina, and it will be Irene.

She (María Pedraza) is a curly-headed redhead whose pragmatic parents and older sister aren’t the most supportive. There’s instant resentment from the rest of the company, the bitchy male dancers and especially diva-in-the-making Ruth (Olivia Baglivi).

And the reason they need a new leading lady is that the previous one died. Nobody wants to talk about it. But anway, yaaaaay Irene.

Fortunately, there’s a newcomer to the company, Aurora (Paula Losada), an introvert, daughter of a single-mom ex-dancer (Marta Hazas), who pushes her.

Aurora wears her long black hair just so. She averts her eyes and turns her head to avoid showing us her full face. She is a beautiful, expressive dancer with a large port wine stain covering one cheek.

Irene soon realizes she has a confidante and Aurora a mentor as they begin to work on “Giselle,” each playing her part and “”angry spoiled brat” Ruth pouting, and worse.

Something tells us this isn’t going to end with mere curtain calls.

The “glass” of the title has three meanings here. There are glass figurines that one character collects, fragile and breakable and dangerous to pick up or step on when they’re broken. There’s the glass that venal dancers might use to sabotage a rival’s feet, a dancer’s livelihood, in the company shower.

And there’s the exultant, liberating dancing on the water that Irene and Aurora experience when they visit a secret quarry to escape, be by themselves and share their fears and hopes.

The leads are interesting, but never beguiling or c

The story’s lean through line is cluttered by distractions — a young man, a semi-nude performance art/dance piece staged in a nightclub, a blush of first love, an accident, family complications and the callous manipulations of the taskmaster Norma.

“There’s no prima ballerina who can maintain friendships,” she counsels Irene (in Spanish, with subtitles, or dubbed into English). “You have to consider this production a matter of life and death.”

And there it is, that Big Theme of Dance Movies, the one that undoes so many heroines, struggling to transcend toe shoes and the Earthbound stage to experience and relate the ethereal, overwhelmed by a pursuit of perfection (vomiting to stay thin), paranoid to what rivals might do to undercut you.

Generous samples of “Giselle” at the end aside, there’s little that’s new here, which is no cardinal sin. But the picture’s meandering story told at a quiet, balletic pace rob it of much of the intensity that such Warning Labels for Ballet movies thrive on.

Rating: TV-MA, injuries, self-harm, nudity, profanity

Cast: María Pedraza, Paula Losada, Mona Martínez, Iria Del Río, Olivia Baglivi and Marta Hazas.

Credits: Directed by Jota Linares, scripted by Jorge Naranjo. A Netflix release.

Running time: 2:17

Some — not all, but some — of the folks showing up for their second paying job in the “Sonic the Hedgehog” universe let us see their boredom.

Actors are careless about their sightlines when interacting with a digital effect. The three-writer screenplay is such a cut-and-paste job on the instantly forgettable script that a character riffs on that.

“I don’t want to die like this! It’s DERIVATIVE!”

Of course that’s a line delivered by Dr. Robotnik, Jim Carrey. And of course Carrey brings his best efforts to this nothingburger — sorry, nothing chilidog — of a blockbuster. That’s professionalism.

As “Sonic the Hedgehog 2” blows up the box office on its opening weekend, it’s worth reminding one and that while this may be cheesy, inane, and only suitable for the ten-and-unders, you’re saving the cinema, the movie-going experience, and getting kids back in a habit that could easily disappear by making it, releasing it and going to see it.

This is important work. Even disposable, dully-written and stupidly-overlong collect-a-check gigs have their place. Carrey, who isn’t working nearly enough these days, is one of the participants here who gets that.

“Sonic 2” delivers a new villain — Knuckles the red Porcupine, voiced with the expected menace and panache by Idris Elba. And as you saw at the end of “Sonic the First,” Tails the orangish Fox (Colleen O’Shaughnessey) is here to give the Hedgehog a gloved hand.

Dr. Robotnik has to engineer an escape from his mushroom planet exile.

There’s a “master emerald” to be found and the race to get it includes snowboarding and running on water — because Sonic can’t swim.

And Sonic’s human adoptive parents (James Marsden, Tika Sumpter) have a wedding to attempt to attend in Hawaii. There’ll be hell to pay if Rachel (Natasha Rothwell) doesn’t get “a ring on it” from handsome Randall (Shemar Moore).

That gives Sonic just enough time to get into mischief, meet his new nemesis and ready-made sidekick before he ruins said wedding on his way to saving the “ultimate power” master emerald from the villains.

It’s based on a youngish-skewing video game, so expecting much in the way of story or stylish direction would be foolish. The effects are generally good. The constant fights and chases are what stretch this out to over two hours running time.

A few jokes land, almost all of them out of Carrey’s over-mustached mouth as “a featured player in this theater of the absurd.”

“You want something done right, you have to hire someone you can push around.”

As violent as this sometimes is — cartoonish, bloodless violence — the messaging is harmless enough, all about “families stick together, no matter what” and pledging your loyalty with a “power bump.”

So do your part, take the kids and save the cinema. Because every parent needs a reminder of “the things I give up (like two hours of your life) for my kids,” and there really isn’t that much here for anybody else.

Rating: PG, cartoonish violence, innuendo

Cast: Jim Carrey, James Marsden, Tika Sumpter, Natasha Rothwell, Shemar Moore and the voices of Ben Schwartz, Colleen O’Shaughnessey and Idris Elba.

Credits: Directed by Jeff Fowler, scripted by Pat Casey, Josh Miller and John Whittington. A Paramount release.

Running time: 2:02

A big Thursday and Friday have given “Sonic the Hedgehog 2” a blockbuster opening weekend. Nearly $27 million Thursday and Friday point to a $71 million+ take by midnight Sunday.

Families have been dying to get out to something other than “Sing 2,” and Disney was reluctant to release “Turning Red” in theaters, and there you have it — pent-up demand.

“Morbius” is falling off a cliff, with a $10 million weekend representing a 74 percent plunge from it’s opening weekend. It’s still cleared $100 million worldwide, and counting, but this should give the sequelizers at Sony pause.

“The Lost City” had another big Friday and looks to take in over $9 million by Sunday. It’s the only fun “date movie” in wide release. More pent up demand? It will clear $70 million early this week and might finish its run with $100. Might.

“Ambulance” is underwhelming at the box office with a limp $8 mil opening. That won’t cover the cost of all the cop cars Michael Bay crashed.

“The Batman” added another $6.5, based on Friday numbers and a full weekend projection. That puts it on the cusp of clearing the $360 million mark. It won’t make it to $400 million, domestic. But it’ll come close.

“Everything Everywhere All At Once” opens wide and promptly pulls in over $2 million Friday on track for a $56million or so “wide” weekend. That puts it over $8.4 million in total, including its limited release last week.

Figures from Deadline.com, em@Exhibitor relations and Box Office Pro.

The harbinger couldn’t be clearer or more simple.

A crow crashes into a window of the “lovely everyday life of an ordinary Finnish family.” It gets in the house, wreaks havoc of vlogger/influencer/ever-smiling-mom’s designer glassware and chandelier. Teen daughter Tinja corrals it to free it outside. And smiling mom gently takes it from her and snaps its insurance-busting neck.

How do you say “Uh oh” in Finnish?

Here’s a horror tale of dysfunction and disorder visiting “lovely everyday life,” of parental pressure, gymnastics and of an egg — the wrong egg — brought home for “Hatching.”

Tinja (Siiri Solalinna) is the locus of this tale, a child who learns much too much from her domineering, self-absorbed, image-conscious mother, played with a Stepford grin by Sophia Heikkilä.

Mom has her selfie stick always at the ready and her website up and running. Her family seems like mere cast members in this latest time-filling/ego-feeding passion. Tinja is more co-star than daughter.

“We had a really authentic moment there,”Mom coos (in Finnish with subtitles). “People LOVE them!”

Whatever demands her coach (Saija Lentonen) makes on Tinja, the mere hint that she won’t be quite ready to compete in an upcoming meet sends Mom into parallel-bars-until-your-palms-bleed overdrive. She’s counting on the “drama” that contest will provide, and hellbent on providing her viewers a happy ending.

Tinja is struggling to find her own moral footing in all this. When she finds another injured bird, screeching in the forest, it’s a mixture of pity and Mom’s heartlessness that drives her to kill it. She finds an egg, and feeling guilty at what she’s just done, takes it home to hatch.

The egg grows and grows, and when it hatches into an avian avatar for Tinje’s raging id, she mothers it and hides it from her neglected, lashing out little brother (Oiva Ollila), her checked-out and submissive Dad (Jani Volanen), the new neighbor girl (Ida Määttänen), a fellow gymnast of greater skill, and even Mom’s “special friend” (Reino Nordin), an artist and craftsman she makes little effort to hide from her family.

“Hatching,” titled “Pahanhautoja” in Finnish, is a sins-of-the-mother creature feature parable played out in blunt, gruesome strokes in director Hanna Bergholm’s film, based on a script by Ilja Rautsi. Mother acts out in ways good and bad, daughter tries to copy only the good, but her new “offspring,” the one she sings the same creepy “Alli” the “orphan child” lullaby to that was sung to her.

Whatever imprinting that song left on Tinja, we can only guess how it’ll play out with her resentful, unrestrained little brother. A whole future horror movie could spin around him.

The effects emphasize the “icky” aspects of raising a bird — think “regurgitation” — and the violence is mostly an off-camera source of fear and dread.

There’s a folk tale quality to all this in that no one reacts in a way a viewer could take to be “normal” considering the awful and extraordinary things that are revealed. An animal corpse dropped on a table by a child, motherly “coaching” that is plainly child abuse and a monstrous doppelganger for their sweet and passive teen merit barely so much as a double-take.

We have little doubt who the real monster is, but even she isn’t particularly frightening in a scary movie sense. The “gotchas” seem to lack the big editing/soundtrack/shock value kick that they merit.

But any horror movie that comments on something more than teenagers shouldn’t be left alone at an empty summer camp or with a baby sitter not up to Jamie Lee Curtis standards is worth embracing, even if we feel the need to consider what’s going on at arm’s length.

Rating: unrated, violence, mostly off-camera, profanity

Cast: Siiri Solalinna, Sophia Heikkilä, Jani Volanen, Oiva Ollila, Reino Nordin, Ida Määttänen and Saija Lentonen

Credits: Directed by Hanna Bergholm, scripted by Ilja Rautsi. An IFC Midnight release.

Running time: 1:26

A nightmare of childhood comes to vivid fly-on-a-wall life in “Playground,” a candid and wrenching account of childhood bullying from writer-director Laura Wandel.

In 72 hellish, sometimes heartbreaking minutes, this Belgian film — shortlisted for Best International Feature at the Oscars — lays bare the Darwinian laws of recess and its impact on victims, bystanders and the teachers and school administrators, seemingly helpless to cope with the cruel rite of childhood, even when it involves a kid almost twice the size of his peers.

It begins with a warm embrace, tearful Nora — played by Maya Vanderbeque in a performance of open-hearted wonder — holding on to her reassuring older brother, Abel (Günter Duret). Saying goodbye to Dad (Karim Leklou) repeatedly is no help. She is all but inconsolable at the shock of this new thing — school.

Not to worry. Her big brother is there.”I’ll see you at break (recess),” he assures her (in French with English subtitles). But the point of “Playground” is that he cannot be there. Abel is small for his age, and a goon nearly twice his size has decided to pick on the weakest in the herd.

Abel has his own problems.

The fact that Nora tries to cling to Abel at recess and lunch, that she’s slow to make friends, just exacerbates the situation. The pitiless hazing grows worth, Nora sticks her nose in it and Abel has to fight on her behalf, too. He is overmatched.

His threats to his kid sister demand her silence. This is after she’s figured out that most of the teachers don’t care or are ineffectual at intervening.

Telling Dad can “only makes things worse,” Abel insists. Nora’s not blind. She sees that with her own eyes. Nothing is done with the bully Antoine except forcing a tepid apology out of him.

Wandel makes her debut feature tense and fraught with peril simply by neither over nor understating the problem. A big playground, where non-serious sand-tossing fights can break out at any moment, the harsh judgments of the mean girls at lunch, kids who gravitate to cruelty because they’ve never learned to be kind, that’s a lot for a teacher to monitor.

The veteran educators practically turn a blind eye. Only Nora’s younger teacher (Laura Verlinden) hears her and tries to reassure her that ratting out the bullies and protecting her tortured (head dunked in the toilet, stuffed into a dumpster) brother is something she should be doing.

The humiliated Abel just resents her for it. But as this goes on, the toll it takes on their relationship is nothing when compared to the permanent damage it may be doing to his psyche.

And this “just kids being kids” tormenting grows more violent and dangerous the longer it goes on. We fear for Nora, for Abel’s safety and for his mortal soul.

Wandel lets us overhear the misinformed gossip of kids, the “sick girl” who wound up buried beneath the sandbox, the judgment that “all footballers are racist” when the kid making that claim doesn’t understand the word, the “your dad doesn’t have a real job” stigma, the social shunning, name-calling and the childish lashing out in response.

“Playground” is so vividly-detailed that it could be triggering to anyone whose childhood wasn’t ideal. And even if you don’t get ugly flashbacks from it, you will marvel how any of us get through this hazing rite of passage without permanent scars or long-term psychotherapy.

Recess, we’re reminded, isn’t for the timid or faint of heart.

Rating: unrated, violence, bullying

Cast: Maya Vanderbeque, Günter Duret, Simon Caudry, Larua Verlinden and Karim Leklou.

Credits: Scripted and directed by Laura Wandel. A Film Movement release.

Running time: 1:12