Ken Marino and Gillian Jacobs have demon trouble in the horror sort-of comedy Bad Milo.

Ever had that experience where you've seen a comedy that made you laugh an awful lot, but you leave the theater not certain how much you actually liked it? That's the reaction I had coming out of Seven Psychopaths, the sophomore feature from acclaimed Irish playwright and filmmaker, Martin McDonagh. It was a strange feeling, because I enjoyed McDonagh's first film, the Colin Farrell/Brendan Gleeson hitman picture In Bruges, unreservedly. It was wonderfully written, impeccably acted and precise to the last gunshot and profanity-laced one-liner. Seven Psychopaths, in contrast, is almost deliberately messier -- a sprawling, intensely self-aware movie that is constantly commenting on its own narrative gamesmanship and even, to a certain extent, its shortcomings. The movie's meta-ness is a reliable source of laughs, but it's also somewhat exhausting; after a while, you kind of wish that McDonagh and his band of gun-toting psychopaths would stop being so cheeky about everything and just shoot straight.

Here at MwoP.com, we love three things, and three things only: the HBO original series Flight of the Conchords, the movie Eagle vs. Shark and the Outback Steakhouse. Understandably, Kiwi komedian Jemaine Clement is one of our favorite people on the Earth. So when we heard that he was going to be in a new movie by Napoleon Dynamite and Nacho Libre director Jared Hess, we pretty much peed ourselves, even though our expectations were set way too high for Nacho Libre and we were understandably disappointed. (I mean, come on. Jack Black playing a luchadore? I went into it expecting it to be the Godfather of lucha libre movies... not realizing it already existed and was called Champions of Justice.)