Kidman is extraordinary.

Drive My Car is one of 2021’s best films.

Spielberg reasserts himself as one of the great visionaries of the past fifty years, hitting the streets of West Side Story with him an absolute pleasure I’m going to be singing the praises of for a very long time.

Scott dares the audience to accept what he is doing, no questions asked, making House of Gucci a lethally deranged haute couture treatise on avarice, fashion, family and fame I’m going to be thinking about for a long time to come.

King Richard is one of 2021’s best films. See it at once.

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