Michael is bad, so bad. Worst of all, I think it knows it.

Not a ghost story. Not a love story. Maybe that’s true. Maybe it’s not. What is accurate is to say that Mother Mary is an impressively labyrinthine sojourn into creation, art, music, and interpersonal connection that eschew gender, sexuality, and societal norms to become something else entirely. Something new. Something mythic. Something almost certain to last forever.

Sinners is one of 2025’s best films. More to the point, it’s one of the best I’m going to see this decade. Coogler has crafted something special.

On its 75th anniversary, the transformative wonders of The Red Shoes continue to dance its way into my heart

“God of Rock, thank you for this chance to kick ass. We are your humble servants. Please give us the power to blow people’s minds with our high voltage rock. In your name, we pray. Amen.”

– Dewey Finn

Chevalier is an emotional, music-filled 18th-century roller-coaster ride, and while watching it, my heart overflowed with pleasure from first frame to last.

Spinning Gold is a disaster.

Whitney Houston was a singular talent, and she deserves an equally unique motion picture chronicling her life. But this isn’t it, and that’s downright heartbreaking.

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.