Armando Ianucci's THE DEATH OF STALIN (2017)

O Ianucci, could you ever fail?

The evidence so far says surely not!

And even though our thigh slaps turn to wails

Of shock and horror, watching people shot

To "keep the peace(!)", still we laugh loud and long

At yet another stunning combo: script

And perfect improv. I can only long 

For when this crew takes on the 45th

White House. Meanwhile, I think Buscemi could

Hold on with Malcolm Tucker. Some things must

Be roundly mocked, if only for the good

Of humankind. Though, when the filmic dust

Is settled, one thing would improve the lols:

If Beale and Tambour could have swapped their roles. 

George Clooney's SUBURBICON (2017)

The ticky-tacky's thick, the satire's dark,
Production values through the roof. It's all
So on the nose, unsubtle; ev'ry mark
Of '50s archetypes is made. I'd call
Director Clooney out for too much try,
But it all kind of works. Against a real
And ugly integration fable, why,
A standard Cohen Brothers caper reel
Is just the thing, I guess? Not all the crime
Is collared white, but all the bad guys are,
While lily-perfect neighbors spend their time
Harassing black newcomers who have marred
Their fantasy. A movie for our age
Pretends to history, our dumbest stage.