If, unlike me, you wish there had been more to the brief exchanges between Rainn Wilson and Ellen Page in Juno, then the dark new comedy from James Gunn (Slither) might be for you. At least this tailor-made-for-the-midnight-circuit curio doesn't rely on too-hip-for-school dialogue. Instead, we get unrated doses of over-the-top violence — and a massive inconsistency in tone. In essence, Gunn has returned to his roots, making a Troma-worthy comic-book movie, but with A-listers. When hapless Frank D'Arbo (Wilson) loses his ex-addict wife (Liv Tyler) to a drug dealer (Kevin Bacon), religious visions drive him to become a low-rent superhero, Crimson Bolt, who makes up for a lack of powers with a huge, skull-cracking wrench. He's joined in his crusade by unhinged, oversexed sidekick Boltie (Page), who — try as she might — is no Hit-Girl. And that's one doodle that can't be undid, Homeskillet.
