Willy's Wonderland (2021) review

An unnamed man (Nicolas Cage, sans dialogue) just driving his Ford Mustang (bang!) has his tires blown out so when he goes to get it fixed the garage - which doesn't take credit cards - tells him all he has to do is spend a night as a janitor in an abandoned fun center ... where the greasy animatronic creatures actually contain the souls of serial killers.  It might be easy to mock this novelty project, but it knows what it is and does it with a straight face: in getting Cage - one of the big screen's most bombastic over-actors - to not utter a single word, it turns him into this "presence," like the non-verbal main character in a video game.  Lewis and screenwriter G.O. Parsons even go so far as to explain the origins of these crazed giant puppets (which implicate the whole town and the police force) to round it out.  It's not for everyone, but between this and Psycho Goreman, I wouldn't be surprised to hear that Peter Jackson's back home and beaming with joy.