Touted as a return to Johnny Depp's early form, the gangster saga Black Mass encouragingly shows that it may be a bad idea to write off Depp. (Yes, even after Tusk.) The actor's love of makeup has, if anything, intensified; here, he festoons himself with bad teeth, an elfin nose, and malamute eyes with fascinatingly grotesque results. (Some shots suggest that his mustache from Mortdecai may even still be attached, a few strata down.) What's new, however, is that he doesn't seem content with just pleasing himself this time, engaging with the material to create a full-blooded, occasionally terrifying center of attention. Unfortunately, the film can't quite measure up to this level of intensity, adopting a somber pace at odds with its star's level of enthusiasm. by Andrew Wright