Another love and legacy movie that held me by the jugular. It's a generational view of ache and longing that drifts between shades of light and dark, beige and grey, and sets of reds, greens and blues (RGB), an homage to filmmaking itself. This is a certified emotional piece by Joachim Trier with stellar performances by all. I am shook.

It's the greatest slow burner that ever burned. An insight into how spaces become their own felt landscapes, much like…

PLANET OF THE DUMB APES

Yorgos' absurdist streak strikes back, wrapped up in a sickly, fucked up bow. And to pair it with Chappell Roan and Green Day, no less.

I strongly urge that you watch this with fresh eyes and ears. And if you so dare, a freshly shaved bald head too - it helps in more ways than one, it seems.

Emma Stone nails her performance yet again, and if you were sleeping on her before, I'm wondering…

WE BUILT THIS. TWIG BY TWIG, STICK BY STICK.

Pixar has crafted a film that is undeniably charming, yet it teeters on the edge of utter absurdity, begging the viewer to engage in a significant suspension of disbelief. Although it wasn't my cup of tea today, I appreciate the studio for embracing creative risks even when the final execution remains open to debate.

Though our Earth is in urgent need of visionaries, those who are capable of safeguarding our animals,…

MELANIA'S STINKY

Like being in kindergarten and having a kid smash your block tower and steal all your toys, Melania gathers some all-time needle drops and repurposes them for a film that stands for nothing except for looking like a brandished turd.

Melania is a Fabergé egg. Only thing is that once cracked, it emits a foul, orange tear-gas demon in the form of fascism and hypocrisy. It's revolting that we now have moral bankruptcy as an aesthetic. Cognitive dissonance…

LE FREAK, C'EST CHIC

Audaciously nude, artistic choices, crudely applied for a trio of characters who seem to have a primitive call to reject all things known as modern civilisation. Figures are lost in the dance, clumsily expressing rejection of the monotonies of the daily obligations and responsibilities laid upon us. We ignore the rules of beauty, harmony, and order. What matters is the feeling, the raw energy that resides within our souls, the internal desires that burn deep, burning…

"The girl who laughs at anything and says love's a lovely thing. Wins men's hearts without fear and gives without a tear."

There's something tragic about a fleeting beauty like Lola, unwavering in all her being, floating through the world feigned with cold hard reality around her. You wonder what could've been if we could live without consequence, to perform and float through the world with utmost elegance and femininity barely palpable to the beholder. She moves through the scenes…