Belfast filled my heart with joy, and there’s nothing better than that.

The Electrical Life of Louis Wain is a suitably strange biopic that goes out of its way to emulate the documented idiosyncratic peculiarities of its subject. It’s also a movie I wish I enjoyed far more than I frustratingly did.

Passing lives in the brief looks that one woman wistfully gives to the other, the hidden message behind each of these momentary glances guaranteed to linger in my memory for a long time to come.

“You could say this story is very much about the inability to simply just be upfront and honest. I think that’s something to think about. I love how that kind of becomes more meaningful as things go on.”
– David Verbeek

Dead & Beautiful has bite, and in this instance that’s enough to warrant a look.

This Dune, for all its technical virtuosity, is stranded in an emotionally barren desert.

Hansen-Løve twists Bergman Island into a circular pretzel during the climax, and I loved seeing how all her seemingly disconnected themes and plot strands suddenly came together into one with such rhapsodic ease.

Valdimar Jóhannsson’s feature-length debut Lamb is one of the more captivatingly daft, yet oddly heartbreaking, motion pictures I’ve seen this year.

I have zero wish to spend much time on Dear Evan Hansen.