Bing, bang, boom: It's on

Too many movies, too little time. Let's go.

Suicide Kings: Pretty sure I saw this tale of twentysomething punks who kidnap a mob boss and hold him for ransom, but I wasn't 100%. Too bad, because I wasted another two hours on it. Christopher Walken is the mob boss, and his schtick fits here. Otherwise, this is too cute by half, and otherwise noteworthy only for including an adult Henry Thomas. Yeah, Eliott from "E.T." After seeing this, you're not surprised he dropped out of acting for a while. (Although I still think "Cloak and Dagger" is the shiznit.)

Quiet Cool: Watched this only because notorious "that guy" James Remar was the lead. We love James Remar! Seriously, check his IMDb page and tell me you haven't seen at least a half dozen of these movies. Anyway, he's a New York cop who does battle with California pot growers. It's pretty bad, even by cheesy '80s action movie standards. From the obligatory hungover-cop-wakes-up shot near the start to the laughable villain with the hair-metal band 'do, there's not shortage of cringeworthy moments.

CQ: Thought I heard this movie by Francis Ford Coppola's kid -- no, not Sofia, but Roman -- was OK. I guess it is. Fun to look at, for sure. Jeremy Davies -- whom I like -- is working on a cheesy sci-fi film in 1969 Paris and also documenting his own journey. Then he's tapped to finish directing the sci-fi film ("Codename: Dragonfly"), right around the time he falls for the heroine (who is foxy). While there are interesting visuals and the ongoing challenge of how to end the movie is amusing, the whole thing is kind of light. Seeing as how Roman normally directs music videos, this isn't surprising.

Charlie Bartlett: Rented this one with a free Blockbuster rental because I figured The Ever Radiant One and I would both tolerate it. I'd say we did more than that. This story of a too-smart teen who becomes the shrink and medicator to his high school plays a bit like Ferris Bueller for the Prozac set, but it's redeemed by decent performances by Anton Yelchin as the title character and Robert Downey Jr. as his principal (and dad of Charlie's crush, the bejugged Kat Dennings. Don't point those things at me, missy). The acting is good throughout, and the story -- while hard to take at times -- isn't too nice and neat. If I were a critic, I'd say "a small winner." I'm not critic, so this movie is "a diminutive victor."

The Pope of Greenwich Village: With Mickey Rourke being universally praised for "The Wrestler," I couldn't miss a chance to go back almost to where it all began. After "Body Heat" and "Diner" -- but before "9 1/2 Weeks" started him down the weirdo road -- Rourke got one of his first leading roles in this movie about two guys who make the ill-advised decision to rip off money from a mob boss so they can invest in a sure-thing horse. Rourke is on the fence at first, but his screw-up cousin (Eric Roberts) persuades him, to the chagrin of Rourke's girl (Daryl Hannah, looking hot in leotards). Some old pros in here, too -- Kenneth McMillan, M. Emmet Walsh, Burt Young, Geraldine Page -- but this is about the two boys. Rourke's OK, although he overdoes the brooding business. Roberts is pretty out there, but it worked after a while. Nothing magical here, to be sure, but worth seeing to see these two guys with fresh faces. And did I mention Daryl Hannah in leotards (plural)?