Every couple years or so, there’s a lengthy think piece on whether an actor is the last true Hollywood movie star. Tom Cruise. Will Smith. The latest entry came from the New York Times last December in the form of a deep dive with Robert Pattinson, and truthfully I first balked at the headline. One, because I’ve seen it before. And two, for so long I’ve associated Pattinson with his early Twilight days, and like him, it’s been hard for me to get away from it. That officially ends with Bong Joon Ho’s kitschy sci-fi film Mickey 17. Robert, I’m with you.
