The unforgettable Unforgettable?

Have you forgotten that the Katherine Heigl crazy-ex thriller Unforgettable opens today? Probably not, because you probably never knew it in the first place. Hey-o! But here’s what’s really unforgettable: Scott Marks liked it. Full of surprises, that one. Oh, and here’s another surprise: he’s holding his review while he mulls over this shocking development, possibly in retaliation for the studios having failed to screen it in advance. We promise to keep you posted as to when it will post.

Speaking of promises (it’s a slow week), Scott also liked The Promise, in part, no doubt, for its grab at epic grandeur. And maybe just a weensy bit for its good intentions. I, on the other hand, couldn’t sign on with The Lost City of Z’s grab at epic grandeur, in part because I couldn’t fathom its intentions toward its protagonist. It’s one thing to say a hero is complicated. It’s another to make him downright murky. Handsome as heck, though — both star and film. I had a little more regard for Mr. Gaga, which worked in some quiet criticism amid the adulation for a modern dance icon.

But enough about me. Scott’s very good week continued with Truman, an old-guys movie that cleared the unpleasant old-guy smell that last week’s Going in Style left in his cranial cavity. Only the derivative bang-bang antics of Free Fire disappointed. (Scorsese produced!)

Shame on us for missing Norman: the Moderate Rise and Tragic Fall of a New York Fixer. Apparently, now that China is financing Hollywood, it’s harder than ever for Richard Gere to find work. (I kinda liked Arbitrage.) And speaking of China, Disneynature — go ahead and let the terror of that brand identity sink in for a moment — went and hired a Chinese director for Born in China, then had the audacity to claim, “When you try to manufacture something, it’s sticky.” Heh. Anyway, we missed that one, too, sort of on purpose. Also the foodie doc In Search of Israeli Cuisine. Rough week.