It’s fair to ask: Is Jesse Plemons OK? He seems like the loveliest guy, but just looking through his IMDb is enough to make you want to re-up on therapy: Breaking Bad; I’m Thinking of Ending Things; The Irishman; Black Mirror; Black Mass; Hostiles…it’s a dark and heavy list. And that’s ignoring his more recent (and arguably even more depressing) run of films like Judas and the Black Messiah, The Power of the Dog, and Killers of the Flower Moon. Sure, he’s taken breaks from tough films with roles in movies like Jungle Cruise and Game Night. But even in Game Night, he plays an incredibly disturbing (and funny) cop who’s reeling over his wife leaving him.

Plemons, whether he likes it or not, is well on his way to becoming the premier movie creep. It’s his own fault: He dives headfirst into the depths of his characters. making him impossible to look away from. And if he continues to be as brilliant as he is in his extraordinarily intense, scene- (and movie-)stealing performance in Alex Garland’s Civil War, he might have to give up and accept that this is his niche.

[Warning: Spoilers for Civil War follow.]

Civil War, now in theaters, drops us into a conflict with minimal context. The film follows a group of journalists and war photographers determined to score an interview with the president (Nick Offerman), who hasn’t spoken to the press in years. A war has broken out in........

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