Few films from the past few years have given me as much continuous pleasure as Mrs. Harris Goes to Paris.

Where the Crawdads Sing is an old-school Southern melodrama told in big, broad brushstrokes. It wears its emotional machinations proudly on its sleeve.

If this overheated phantasmagorical whirligig didn’t quite set my heart on fire, thanks in large part to Butler’s mesmerizing magnificence, I still couldn’t have stopped falling in love with Elvis even had I wanted to try.

Spiderhead is a great Twilight Zone or Black Mirror scenario, only one that offers up a terrific idea, asks several fascinating questions, and then frustratingly doesn’t know how to reach a satisfying resolution.

As slight as Good Luck to You, Leo Grande is, there is something so distinctly personal about what Brand and Hyde are doing that it’s doubtful their sublime little comedy-drama will dissipate from my memory anytime soon.

I loved Top Gun: Maverick. This sequel hasn’t lost that loving feeling. It’s the best of the best, making this return flight to the danger zone a rapturous aerial extravaganza that frankly took my breath away.

“It’s the film I hoped it would be. It’s sort of a wonderful escape for two hours from this wretched world we’re living in, and it makes you laugh and it makes you cry. What more can you ask?”
– Director Simon Curtis

Emergency rages against the status quo with fiery imagination and shrewdly perceptive resolve, it’s screeching tires of revolution a clarion call of societal change viewers should take the time to listen to.

I’m as shocked as anyone by just how much I adored Downtown Abbey: A New Era.