And the 2026 Oscar Goes To...

I must say, I'm hard-pressed to feel much excitement for most of the Oscar-nominated movies this year. They were a showcase of immense talent and technical expertise, but my heart simply couldn't get emotionally invested in a lot of these films. But, as is tradition, below are my thoughts on what I would pick if I were an Academy voter. If you disagree, let's fight about it in the comments!

Best Picture: Obviously, I'm going with Sinners here. Of the ten nominated films, this is the only movie that was technically brilliant, but also weird, original, and a cinematic treat from start to finish. It was a reminder of what moviemaking is supposed to be all about and why people go to the movies. It was a genre-defying crowdpleaser that still had extremely deep and impactful things to say, and shouldn't that earn a Best Picture Oscar? Unfortunately, the favorite is probably One Battle After Another, a movie that has some grand moments, but was an absolute slog as far as I was concerned. My difficulty with Paul Thomas Anderson's movies has been long documented on this blog, so let's not belabor the point any further. If I had to pick a runner-up for the award, I would go with Hamnet, a beautiful and lush adaptation that features some exquisite acting, but still managed to leave me a little cold at the end. I know I'm in the minority there, and I'd love nothing more for this little film about a strong, grieving mother to beat out the bombastic movie about an incompetent father, but sadly, the world does not revolve around my desires. Of the two foreign movies nominated in this category, I certainly would pick Sentimental Value over The Secret Agent, but I don't have much love lost over either of those films. Honestly, the Foreign Film I loved most this year was It Was Just an Accident, and I highly recommend you watch that before you watch these other two films. Of the weirder films, we've got Frankenstein and Bugonia, directed by men who certainly have a very distinctive vision. I loved Frankenstein, but not enough to give it an Oscar, while Bugonia was a fun time at the theater, but again, just a little too bizarre towards the end to warrant an award. Train Dreams is quiet, beautiful, but ultimately dull, while Marty Supreme is loud, brash, and ultimately overstays its welcome. And finally, we have F1, the obligatory, "let's nominate something people actually watched!" pick. It was a fun time, and I felt like I was racing along the track with the drivers, but did I give this movie another thought after I left the theater? Nope. So, what would I have nominated instead? Sorry, Baby and Rental Family. Now those are movies that made me tear up and chuckle and were genuinely surprising and unique and wonderful. And how about Wake Up Dead Man or Highest 2 Lowest instead of F1 if we're awarding brilliantly directed audience favorites that promise a great time at the movies? Basically, I've established that I'm starved for original screenplays that tug at my heartstrings. Hopefully 2026 will have better offerings!

Best Director: Can we please give this to Ryan Coogler for Sinners? The DGA award was unfortunately given to my arch nemesis Paul Thomas Anderson for One Battle After Another, so my hopes are low, but I shall continue to hope, because that's how I roll. And if Coogler doesn't get it, I would give it to the only woman nominated, Chloe Zhao for Hamnet. Joachim Trier is on my list of "auteurs" who make indulgent movies I don't vibe with, so I'm not awarding him for Sentimental Value. And Josh Safdie did a fine job with Marty Supreme, but he needs to get better with the editing and less precious with his material if he doesn't want to fall into my over-indulgent auteurs hit list.

Best Actress: This seems to be Jessie Buckley's to lose, and her powerful performance in Hamnet certainly deserves it; I don't begrudge her after all the phenomenal work she has put in over the years. Emma Stone already has two Oscars, so she doesn't need another for going bald in Bugonia. Kate Hudson did some wonderful work in Song Sung Blue but this is a "she's just lucky to be nominated" performance considering her competition. Renate Reinsve is an Academy darling who will probably win an Oscar soon, but this year she should just be happy to be nominated for Sentimental Value. Which leaves me with my sentimental favorite, Rose Byrne for If I Had Legs I'd Kick You. That is a harrowing movie I will never watch again, but my God she delivers a performance of a lifetime. I hope she gets the chance to showcase her talent like this again so she can be the one walking away with an Oscar in another year. 

Best Actor: Now this category presents a bit of a challenge for me. Michael B. Jordan played twins in Sinners, so surely, he deserves an award for doing double the work of the other nominees and looking fine while he was doing it? I like Wagner Moura, but I did not like The Secret Agent so I'm not giving him an Oscar for that performance. And Leonardo DiCaprio doesn't need another Oscar, and certainly not for One Battle After Another. Which leaves us with Timothee Chalamet for his visceral performance in Marty Supreme, and Ethan Hawke for his impeccably commanding performance in Blue Moon. Listen, I can't begrudge Timmy C. who has been chasing this Oscar for years (though his frontrunner status has certainly faded in recent weeks after Jordan won the Actor Award and Timmy is being derided for his unfortunate comments about ballet and opera), but how on earth does Hawke not have an Oscar already?! I have such a soft spot for Ethan Hawke, who has been delivering standout performances for years, so he's the one I would secretly give an award to. But c'mon Michael B. Let's give you your award at last!

Best Supporting Actress: Elle Fanning and Inga Ibsdotter Lilleaas are both nominated for Sentimental Value. Both actresses are great, but they're not going to win the award. Amy Madigan was so brilliant and creepy in Weapons that a little part of my heart wants to secretly root for her. But Wunmi Mosaku was so fantastic in Sinners that I am more openly rooting for her. And I love Teyana Taylor with all my heart, but I don't think she had enough to do in One Battle After Another for me to give her an Oscar here. So again, rooting for Sinners, and against One Battle After Another or Sentimental Value. Are we sensing a theme?

Best Supporting Actor: Delroy Lindo's nomination for Sinners is finally his chance to win an Oscar after decades of delivering incredible performances. So, I'm wholeheartedly in the tank for him. Am I rooting for Sean Penn or Benicio del Toro's performances in One Battle After Another? Nope. How about Stellan Skarsgard in Sentimental Value? Nope! Which leaves us with Jacob Elordi in Frankenstein, a performance I did really love. But Elordi will have plenty of chances to win an Oscar later in his career, so he needs to sit down and let Lindo take the stage. 

Best Original Screenplay: This is a really interesting one because original stories are so few and far between these days that I genuinely would root for all of these scripts to win (except Joachim Trier and Eskil Vogt for Sentimental Value, of course). The WGA just awarded Ryan Coogler for Sinners, so that seems to be the likely favorite. I'm rooting for him, for writing the truly genre-bending original script of Sinners. But I did love Robert Kaplow's tour-de-force script for Blue Moon, as well as the very surprising It Was Just an Accident, where writer-director Jafar Panahi manages to walk this delicate tightrope of comedy and drama that was a real joy to watch. Given everything Iran is going through right now, would it be wonderful to give Panahi this award? Yes. But does Coogler deserve his flowers? Of course.

Best Adapted Screenplay: Paul Thomas Anderson won the WGA award for One Battle After Another...blergh. I'm rooting for Chloe Zhao and Maggie O'Farrell for Hamnet, who managed to turn that very literary novel into a dazzling cinematic spectacle. Frankenstein was gorgeous, but the script was not particularly novel, Bugonia was too odd, Train Dreams was too boring. Fin.

Apart from these categories, I will be rooting for Ludwig Goransson to win Best Original Score for Sinners, and KPop Demon Hunters for Best Animated Film, with "Golden" winning Best Original Song. This will be the first year there will be an Oscar for Best Casting, so I'll root for Sinners to set a precedent for excellence in that category. Frankly, I might be most excited for Best Live Action Short Film, where a VERY silly and hilarious movie named Jane Austen's Period Drama is nominated. But boy I hope there are some upsets or incredible speeches during the ceremony. Otherwise, I'm not going to be very invested in any of it this year.

February Binges Part 2: A Knight of the Seven Kingdoms & Wonder Man

So many new shows to watch, so little time. This month, my husband and I miraculously found two shows we both wanted to watch and have now finished them, so it's your turn to give them a try!

Wonder Man: Yes, it's another Marvel show, but I swear, it's great! Created by Destin Daniel Cretton and Andrew Guest, this is a short and sweet eight-episode miniseries about Simon Williams (the divine Yahya Abdul-Mateen II), a struggling actor in LA who has been waiting to get his big break for years, but keeps getting the rug pulled out from under him. It probably doesn't help that he gets way too into his own head and his acting process and can become a tad difficult to work with, even if he just has a bit part. Enter Trevor Slattery (the divine Ben Kingsley), the man who was assumed to be the terrorist, the Mandarin, in Iron Man 3, only for the world to discover he was just a struggling British actor who auditioned for this terrorist role and had no idea he was colluding with actual villains. Do I remember any of this from a movie that came out in 2013? Hell no. But did I happily just go along with it so I could watch this hilarious odd couple run around LA doing auditions for a new superhero movie called Wonder Man? Hell yes.

This is a very LA show and a very fun insight into how actors struggle to find work, and all the changes wrought by the pandemic, like self-tape studios. There's a lot of discussion about process, as Trevor tries to help Simon loosen up some more so he can show the world just how great an actor he is. But of course, there's still a lot of action and drama, because it turns out Simon's powers may not just be limited to his acting ability. The show has many twists and turns, so I'll let you wind your way through them for yourself. Episode 4, Doorman, is a particularly odd and wonderful extravaganza. This show is a Marvel TV classic, kind of kooky and fantastical, but grounded in great characters with actors doing their best work and having a lot of fun. It's a short and sweet treat and I highly recommend it.

A Knight of the Seven Kingdoms: Yes, it's a spin-off of Game of Thrones, but it's nothing like Game of Thrones or House of the Dragon. Created by Ira Parker and George R. R. Martin, it's based on a series of novellas by Martin, and takes place 90 years before the events of Game of Thrones. It tells the very small but potent story of Dunk (Peter Claffey), a gangly, poor, and naive hedge knight who is making his way to a tourney to see if he can joust his way into glory. Along the way, he picks up a young, bald urchin named Egg (Dexter Sol Ansell, giving the performance of a lifetime), who desperately wants to be Dunk's squire and will not take no for an answer.

The show is only six episodes long, and each episode is about a half hour, so it goes down smooth. It's quite comical, because Dunk has no idea what's he doing, he and Egg are frequently exasperated with each other, and yet you are fervently rooting for them to succeed in this wild and terrible world where everyone is just scrabbling for a better existence. There are a lot of vibes, but when the action gets going, it gets going with a bang and you'll be on the edge of your seat. I can't wholeheartedly recommend the show, because I did find the pacing to be a little stop-and-start and I am not that invested in the wider Thrones universe. But I loved the actors and the (mostly) lighter tone of the proceedings, so I will certainly tune in to Season 2 when it comes out.

February Movies Part 3: Send Help & Crime 101

Are you currently trapped at home in a blizzard? Once you leave, are you ready for a fun time at the movies? Well, I've got one comedy horror for you, and one slick action heist movie. Pick your poison!

Send Help: I had not seen a single trailer for this film, but from seeing the movie poster and hearing the hype, I knew Rachel McAdams was in it and that it was kind of bloody and kind of funny. Sold. More surprisingly, my husband really wanted to see this film, and I was confused as to why. Well, within the first ten minutes, it became clear, because one of the plot points is that Linda Liddle (Rachel McAdams) is a huge fan of the reality TV show, Survivor, as is my husband. This becomes a good thing for Linda, because when she is flying on a private jet with her odious boss and his nepotistic cronies, there is a storm and they crash on a remote island, where they now have to survive and hope to be rescued.

The boss, Bradley (Dylan O'Brien), is a typical frat bro with a punchable face, who inherited the company after his father died, and thinks Linda is an unattractive, boring accountant who doesn't deserve a promotion. Meanwhile, like many women in corporate America, Linda is the woman who runs the show and knows how to crunch the numbers, but the men around her keep taking credit for her work. When she and Bradley are stranded on this island as sole survivors of the plane crash, she is finally in a position of authority where maybe she will be able to command respect from Bradley. But you can't teach an old dog new tricks, and she struggles to get him to see her worth, even as she provides, food, water, shelter, fire, and medical aid during their first few days there. 

Things start to spiral even further, and while Bradley is the villain of the piece, let's just say that eventually Linda does her own share of psychotic things. I mean, I still support Linda, but girl. You got issues. Written by Damian Shannon and Mark Swift and directed by Sam Raimi, this movie is a mindless, fun, gory romp, and while there are some twists you'll see coming from a mile away, there are still plenty of fun jump scares and laugh out loud moments to keep you entertained for a solid two hours.

Crime 101: Written and directed by Bart Layton, this movie features a truly all-star cast that you rarely get to see outside of a Marvel movie or Ocean's Eleven. Chris Hemsworth stars as Mike, a man who excels in conducting jewelry heists with extreme precision and minimum harm. No one ever gets hurt when he robs them, but he walks away with a ton of money, which the police and insurance companies are not happy about. One of those policemen is Detective Lou Lubesnick (Mark Ruffalo, playing another sad, shlubby detective like his character in Task), who is obsessed with finding this jewel thief, particularly because he is the only person who believes all these crimes are the work of one single individual. Determined to find a pattern, he figures out that all the crimes seem to take place alongside the 101 freeway, which explains the title of the film.

Meanwhile, Halle Berry plays Sharon, an insurance broker who is increasingly disillusioned with her job of insuring the possessions of eye-wateringly rich and obnoxious folk in the LA area. When Mike approaches her for some inside information for a potential heist, she debates if crime might be better than corporate America. Much like Linda Liddle, I suppose. Monica Barbaro also stars as a woman who is dating Mike and assiduously ignoring all of his red flags (the dating scene is ROUGH y'all), while Barry Keoghan also shows up as a criminal who is haunting Mike and trying to score off his robberies. He is a psychopath who seems to have no qualms about hurting people, so how's that going to pan out for everyone? You'll have to watch to find out!

This is a classic Hollywood heist movie, told with flair, and actually filmed in LA, so it's even more Hollywood than most. The actors are all on top of their game and it's fun to follow this game of cat-and-mouse to its inevitable conclusion where everyone gets a happy ending of sorts. It's two and a half hours long, but you really don't feel that run time as there are plenty of car chases and robberies to keep you entertained. It's a good afternoon at the movies if you're in dire need of some escapism.

February Movies Part 2: The Moment & Wuthering Heights

It's a Charli XCX special today. We have one mockumentary about her going on tour to promote her Brat album, and then we have Emerald Fennell's highly divisive adaptation of a beloved piece of gothic literature that features an appropriately chaotic soundtrack by Charli XCX. Let's dive right in for some glorious insanity.

The Moment: Directed by Aidan Zamiri, who also co-wrote the screenplay with Bertie Brandes, this is a hilarious and incisive mockumentary about the current life of a pop star. Charli XCX stars as herself (well, a ridiculous version of herself), at the height of her stardom in 2024 after Brat Summer. Her record label is desperate to keep the momentum going through various marketing promotions and constant hype, leaving Charli exhausted and more than a little vulnerable. They also want to film her concert tour for Amazon, which means hiring a super weird director, Johannes (played by Alexander Skarsgard, the king of being a comically sleazy Scandinavian), who clashes with Charli's friend and trusted creative director, Celeste (Hailey Benton Gates). Meanwhile, her hapless manager, Tim (played by Jamie Demetriou, the patron saint of hapless characters), tries to juggle all her commitments and money-making ventures, with varying levels of success.

Everything is chaotic, messy, and set to Charli's rave music, which is eminently danceable, but in this film is used more to induce a sense of a heart attack. Do not watch this film if you're prone to photoepileptic seizures, that's for sure. There are so many jokes to keep the momentum going: I especially enjoyed a marketing ploy to promote limited edition Brat credit cards to young, queer people, where Charli appears to be the only sensible person who questions, "how does the bank know they're queer?" I had a great time giggling throughout this film, and even if you aren't a fan of Charli's music, this is a very funny and painfully accurate summary of influencer culture, social media, and the toll that fame takes on young artists these days. If you get tired of Charli's music, there's also a particularly delicious needle drop at the end of this movie that heralds this as a quintessentially British production. I loved it so.

Wuthering Heights: This movie has been extremely polarizing so let's get this out of the way - I loved it. As far as I'm concerned, Emerald Fennell is one of my favorite directors, and I will watch anything she does with a big ol' smile on my face. It perhaps helps that I hate Emily Bronte's 1847 novel and never regarded it as a swoony romance. I always saw Heathcliff and the other characters as odious people, and thankfully, my girl Fennell agrees. So what follows is a glorious adaptation that is scrumptious to behold, but makes no bones about the ugliness of its protagonists.

Margot Robbie and Jacob Elordi star as Cathy and Heathcliff, the doomed lovers at the center of our tale. We first follow them as children: Cathy is the only daughter of the impoverished and abusive Mr. Earnshaw (Martin Clunes, having a jolly time hamming it up as an alcoholic degenerate gambler), and she has a paid companion, Nelly (the bastard daughter of a nobleman), who strives to be the voice of reason when Cathy is prone to her more dramatic fits. One day, Mr. Earnshaw brings home Heathcliff, a boy who was being beaten by his father on the road. He declares that Heathcliff can be Cathy's "pet," but obviously, he's nothing more than a servant boy, who is also subject to Mr. Earnshaw's abuses and tyrannies. Cathy and Heathcliff quickly become fast friends, however, and as they grow up, it becomes clear that maybe their friendship is becoming a little bit more...lusty.

The imagery in this movie is hilarious, with Fennell managing to make egg yolks and slugs seem so sexy that I will never look at them in the same way again. The costume design by Jacqueline Durran is absolutely unparalleled, and the cinematography by Linus Sandgren makes every frame of this film look like it should be in a museum. I could simply stare at this movie all day, while the weird and eerie Charli XCX soundtrack thumped around me. Everything about the film is a little anachronistic - the fabrics of some of the dresses seem like they would be more appropriate at a rave than on the misty Yorkshire moors, the music is very techno, and there's a wild amount of sex and kink, considering none of that ever happens in the novel. I would like to believe that if Emily Bronte watched this adaptation, she would publicly condemn it but secretly declare this is exactly what she would have written if she had not been constrained by her era. It is way too sexy and over-the-top, but it's a batshit crazy cinematic spectacle that I fell in love with again and again.

February Binges: Agatha Christie's Seven Dials, His & Hers, Ponies

There's been a lot of new TV recently and the weather has been freezing. So I stayed on the couch and got through a lot of binges. Join me, why don't you?

Agatha Christie's Seven Dials: I fell in love with Agatha Christie mystery novels when I was a teenager and have watched many TV and movie adaptations of her work. So naturally I was going to binge this three-episode miniseries to my heart's content. Written by Chris Chibnall and directed by Chris Sweeney, like all great British period dramas, this adaptation boasts an all-star cast and some impeccable costume and production design. 

Our main protagonist is Lady Eileen "Bundle" Brent (Mia McKenna-Bruce), a young socialite who has fallen on hard times after the death of her father. She and her mother (played by THE Helena Bonham-Carter) have rented out their house to an odious "new money" couple for a house party one weekend. Of course, that's when tragedy strikes, with the death of a man that Bundle was especially close to. The verdict is suicide, but Bundle knows that cannot be right, leading to a murder investigation that will require the sleuthing skills of Superintendent Battle (played by Martin Freeman). 

I have read the book this series was based on, but I must admit I have no recollection of the plot being quite so convoluted. It does appear there were certain additional twists and turns that make it less than a faithful adaptation, but it's certainly a fun one and an excellent way to kill three hours of a dreary afternoon.

His & Hers: Based on the 2020 novel by Alice Feeney, William Oldroyd has developed this adaptation alongside showrunner Dee Johnson, moving the action from England to Georgia and pulling in heavy hitters like Tessa Thompson and Jon Bernthal to star. Thompson plays Anna Andrews, a local news anchor who disappeared for a year after some tragedy but has now returned and is determined to get her job back. She's been replaced by Lexy Jones (Rebecca Rittenhouse) but Anna thinks she can prove her skills by working as a field reporter on a recent murder that took place in the town where she grew up. Who is the detective investigating that homicide? Her estranged husband, Jack (Bernthal). 

Turns out Anna also has a connection to the victim, and things just keep getting twistier from there. This is the type of mystery where absolutely everybody is a suspect, and yet, in the final half hour, you'll discover that you were wrong all along. Is it kind of ridiculous? Yes. But was it also the absolute perfect six-episode binge for my friend Laura and I to indulge in while I was over at her house for a grown-up sleepover? You bet!

Ponies: Created by Susanna Fogel and David Iserson, this is a weird and wonderful show set in 1977 Moscow. We follow Bea and Twila (Emilia Clarke and Haley Lu Richardson), the wives of two US CIA agents, who mysteriously die while on a mission. The two women are desperate for answers, so they petition the CIA to let them become undercover spies, as the KGB will never suspect the Americans are now using women to do their dirty work. These women have absolutely no experience in spycraft, but they are scrappy and intelligent (Bea went to Wellesley, godammit!), and they are determined to figure out who is responsible for the death of their husbands. So what follows is an elaborate cat-and-mouse game as they cultivate Russian assets and learn to become spies, while reconciling with their own grief and feelings of personal inadequacy. 

In only eight episodes, there are so many twists and turns, but the whole thing ends on a bit of a cliffhanger, so prepare to feel unsatisfied. These actresses are delivering killer performances, and the story is wildly engaging, but the tone also veers all over the place, sometimes feeling extremely serious and dramatic, but oftentimes featuring a lot of comic shtick that can make you wonder if they really even miss their husbands at all. It's an odd but scrappy little show, much like its central protagonists, and while it may be an acquired taste, I'll certainly be tuning in for Season 2.

February Movies Part 1: It Was Just an Accident & The Secret Agent

I am ahead of schedule and have watched the last two Oscar movies on my list. Both were foreign films: one I loved, the other I found to be overhyped and dull. Aren’t you excited to find out which one’s which?!

It Was Just an Accident: Written and directed by Jafar Panahi, this is a brilliant Iranian movie about a man who thinks he has identified his former tormentor from when he was imprisoned by the regime and decides to kidnap and murder him for vengeance. 

Vahid (Vahid Mobasseri) runs a garage and spots Eghbal (Ebrahim Azizi) when he comes in to get his car serviced. Eghbal has a squeaky prosthetic leg, and when Vahid hears that sound, he is immediately triggered, as that was the sound he always heard while he was blindfolded and being tortured for months in an Iranian prison. He follows Eghbal to his house and later to a street where he manages to kidnap him and drive him away to a remote location, where he plans to bury him alive.

I know that everything I have described so far sounds extremely dark and horrific. So let me be the first to say I was shocked by how funny this movie could get. It is the blackest of comedies, and as it progresses, you will find yourself in awe of this deft screenplay that threads such a delicate needle between comedy and despair. I won’t spoil too much, but let’s just say that Vahid starts to experience some doubts about this whole kidnapping and murder scheme and recruits some of his fellow former prisoners to help him sort out what needs to happen next. Which leads to a lot of confusion and anger on their part.

This movie is beautifully acted and quite extraordinary, a wonderful tale of resistance against an oppressive regime that continues to crack down on its people today. The final moments of this film feature a chilling bit of sound design that I would award a special Oscar to all on its own. Of all the foreign films I watched this year, this is the one I admired and loved the most.

The Secret Agent: Written and directed by Kleber Mendonca Filho, this is a fictional movie set in 1977 during the Brazilian military dictatorship. Wagner Moura plays Armando, a widower who has been targeted as a dissident. He needs to flee the country with his young son and has enlisted the help of an undercover resistance network to smuggle him out of the country. While he waits for forged documents and an opportunity, he has assumed a new identity and is hiding out with other dissidents, desperately hoping to go unnoticed. Separately, we also follow some history students in the present day, who are researching audio recordings that the resistance network made with people like Armando, trying to piece together his story.

I cannot say I understand the hype around this movie at all. Why is it the favorite to win Best Foreign Film, with an additional nomination for Best Picture? Moura is a good actor, but this movie is a dud, plodding along a nearly three-hour runtime with occasional bouts of action, but mostly long stretches of dull exposition or fantastical sequences that left me cold. The soundtrack is rather wonderful, but other than that, there was nothing particularly captivating about this film. Sometimes it feels like critics just decide they’ve suddenly discovered the cinema of a particular country and need to award it. But comparing this movie to last year’s I’m Still Here, a Brazilian movie set in the same time period, I can’t help but see the stark difference in quality and emotion. 

Feel free to watch this movie and tell me I’m wrong, like all the other critics who love this movie so. But my mind continues to be boggled at why anyone thinks this film is more deserving of awards than the other great foreign films that came out this year.

January Movies Part 4: Song Sung Blue & Train Dreams

Every year, when the Oscar nominations are announced, I have to do a mad scramble to catch up on all the movies I missed. Thankfully, this year I watched a good number of films, so I can catch up at a more sedate pace. Here are reviews of two movies I watched this week to get fully informed before the awards ceremony!

Song Sung Blue: Written and directed by Craig Brewer, based on the documentary by Greg Kohs, this is a rather charming biopic about Mike and Claire Sardina (played by Hugh Jackman and Kate Hudson), two musicians who met in 1987 in Wisconsin and decided to work together to create a Neil Diamond tribute act. Now, let's be real, apart from Sweet Caroline, I didn't know any Neil Diamond music, but boy did I get a robust education while watching this movie, including discovering a very bizarre bop called Soolaimon that I still mindlessly hum to myself out of nowhere.

This is a pretty traditional story about two Midwesterners who were battling their own personal demons but had great talent and a great love for each other that helped them overcome their struggles. Jackman and Hudson turn in wonderfully charismatic performances, and considering all the drama that happens to Hudson's character over the course of this movie, it's little wonder she has been nominated for an Oscar. I honestly wasn't expecting to like the movie as much as I did, but it was so sweet, so kind, so understanding of human foibles, that I simply couldn't help myself. I'm a sucker for musicals and stories where music brings people together. There's a little side plot where Mike is trying to get a job at a Thai restaurant, and it turns out the immigrant owner is a huge Neil Diamond fan and loves Soolaimon. That's the kind of cross-cultural human bonding that I simply eat up with a spoon.

Watch this movie if you like great acting, good music, and purely wholesome vibes. It's like watching a Bollywood movie, but the actors are doing their own singing. And it's all true, which makes it all the more spectacular.

Train Dreams: Directed by Client Bentley who co-wrote the screenplay with Greg Kwedar, adapting it from the 2011 novella by Denis Johnson, this is a vibey movie that starts out in the 1890s and tells the story of Robert (Joel Edgerton), a young orphan in Idaho. We watch his life as a young man in the American West, working in forests, helping to build railroads alongside Chinese laborers, and eventually falling in love and building a remote cabin by the river to live in with his wife, Gladys (Felicity Jones) and their young daughter. He becomes a logger and has to leave them for months at a time during logging season and we get to watch their struggles to build a life together in this harsh but beautiful New World.

This movie is only 100 minutes long, but we get to see the trajectory of this man's entire life, from sawing down trees in the early 1900s to watching the moon landing in 1969. The movie simultaneously feels extremely slow and deliberate, and then extremely rushed. This is the kind of film that is all about the cinematography and vistas and frankly, might have done better with a 3-hour Brutalist treatment. Instead, we get something that feels a little bit unmoored, much like its protagonist. It's a slice of life, conveying the extraordinary changes that one man can experience in one short lifetime, but did I find that moving or fascinating? Not particularly.