A dark comedy about Honey O’Donahue, a small-town private investigator, who delves into a series of strange deaths tied to a mysterious church.

It’s a shame that the Coen brothers, those masterminds behind a slew of great films (Inside Llewyn Davis, No Country for Old Men, The Big Lebowski, Fargo, Barton Fink, Raising Arizona, Blood Simple) don’t seem to be making movies together anymore. Since their last flick together (2018’s The Ballad of Buster Scruggs), Joel Coen has only made The Tragedy of Macbeth, a pandemic tinged, black-and-white, Shakespeare throwback that was decent and Ethan Coen has made Drive-Away Dolls, a middling buddy lesbian comedy and Honey Don’t, a middling buddy lesbian “comedy.”

Margaret Qualley, the younger Demi Moore from last year’s The Substance is the (inexplicably-named) Honey, a small-town PI who launches an investigation without a client, looking into a series of  deaths that tie back to weird church led by Reverand Drew Devlin (Chris Evans, shedding all his Captain America likeability). Aubrey Plaza is a widowed cop that gets involved with Honey.

There’s an okay movie in here somewhere. It felt like 20 minutes was left off that may have given some things context. As it stands, it felt a lot like running in place on a treadmill until falling abruptly off at the end. There are some mysteries, few answers, and even fewer reasons. Some funny scenes and moments, but the whole thing just felt so utterly pointless.

Jonathan’s grade – D