I somehow understood The End of Evangelion better than this.

100-word review: The third Rebuild of Evangelion film marks the point where the material breaks away from the familiar plotline of the original anime. The leap is both thrilling and disorienting; a dramatic in-between station, setting the stage for a conclusion, while struggling to stand entirely on its own. What 3.0 lacks in narrative clarity, it makes up for in ambition. The visuals are stunning, with high-impact animation and spectacular battle sequences. The soaring score adds emotional gravity to the bewildering scenes. The final act — dense with symbolism and metaphor — confounds more than it clarifies, but that's Evangelion at its most honest.

100-word review: How to have Sex brings unflinching realism to a story about the blurred lines of youthful freedom and consent, grounding every moment in remarkable authenticity. The performances are hauntingly real — Mia McKenna-Bruce shines in a role that demands vulnerability. While Paddy is clearly the film's main villain, the brilliance of the script lies in its exploration of subtler, insidious dynamics. Skye embodies the toxic friend who masks harm as fun, and Badger's silence speaks volumes about the complicity of inaction. The film doesn't let anyone off the hook, uncomfortably highlighting how harm is often enabled by the people around it.

100-word review: A sharp, anxiety-laced comedy that thrives on vicarious shame and awkward social dynamics. Emma Seligman's debut feature cleverly weaponises awkwardness, trapping viewers in the same claustrophobic discomfort as its protagonist. Shiva Baby mines comedy from cringe with precision: each encounter more excruciating (and hilarious) than the last, as family expectations, exes, and secrets collide. With a brisk runtime, the film wastes no time and never loses momentum. Its near-single-location setting — a suburban house packed with judgmental relatives and ive-aggressive conversations — amplifies the suffocating state. The tight framing and nerve-jangling score heighten the claustrophobia, making the film feel like a horror-comedy.

As viewers, we're lucky that Gandalf trusted the ring to Frodo, and not Sam, for Sam the Brave would've simply walked into Mordor, dropped the ring into Mount Doom no biggie, and be back home in the Shire for second breakfast.