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.

“I think it’s about joy, and finding the joy in being Gay and being Queer.”
– Joel Kim Booster

Fire Island has no business being as good as it is.

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.

Singin’ in the Rain: Celebrating 70 years of saying, “Yes! Yes! Yes” to a timeless musical classic

Victor/Victoria: Blake Edwards’ 1982 gender-bending Parisian musical farce remains ahead of its time

If Terrence Malick ever decided to dip his toe into horror, I’m guessing it would look a lot like Stolevski’s feature-length debut You Won’t Be Alone.

I was never able to let myself go and enjoy all this loopy jungle madness, The Lost City coming across as too mechanically forgettable for my tastes.