A complete Lynch rewatch (with seven of them on the big screen, thanks Cineplex!) will do that, I guess.
In the Christmas 2025 battle between movies marketed with “Dream Big” and “Dream Huge”, my hot take is that Huge is the clear winner.
MARTY SUPREME: this is a movie that expects us to believe that Timothée Chalamet has such unbelievable sexual charisma that Gwyneth Paltrow would let him go down on her in the middle of Central Park.
A sincere congratulations to the MARTY SUPREME marketing folks, who made the movie seem like a feel-good underdog story, and not the unpleasant, unappealing thing it actually is.
Some 2025 movies I liked more than many of you did:
Blue Moon
Nouvelle Vague
The History of Sound
Caught Stealing
Some 2025 movies many of you liked more than I did:
Sinners
One Battle After Another
Frankenstein
Weapons
Splitsville
Friendship
If you've ever thought "You know, there aren't enough Christmas songs with cheeky references to oral sex", then I've got a song for you.
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As good as Jessie Buckley is in HAMNET (and both she and the movie are really good), it’s actually a moment from Paul Mescal late in the movie that haunts me the most. (I don’t want to say anything too spoilery, but if you’ve seen the movie you likely know the scene.)
There’s a film/TV critic that I generally really like who made egregious, easily disprovable errors in two reviews published this week on a major website that, one might assume, would have fact checkers and copy editors.
It’s not the same thing as when Ebert 50 years ago in his review of NASHVILLE said that Barbara Jean was met at the airport by “a phalanx of girls from TIT - the Tennessee Institute of Twirling“. It’s now very easy to confirm that it was actually the Tennessee Twirling Institute.





