I will go and say that this might be one of the most overwhelming (in a positive sense) viewing experiences I’ve had. I don’t really cry anymore at movies, but I do weep, and I wept plenty. In true Alex fashion, my heart contorted itself for these lost loves as much as it was awestruck by the camerawork. Every scene felt like it had at least one shot where I found myself thinking “Oh my god, that is perfect! How…

If you're like me and Gabe, both of us thinking Dean Martin and Jerry Lewis were in love with each other, then it makes sense to watch one of the duo's films for Pride Month. So when Dino has a bath with the door wide open for Jerry to come in and talk to him, I was thinking this all makes sense. Probably unscripted. In Jerry's defense, Dean Martin was a smooth son-of-a-gun, even if he talked like he was…

"Do not beg. I find it unbecoming."

I've spent a lot of this year lamenting the lack of new releases that really do anything for me. So many films that are either just "fine" or feel completely soulless. Just as I was almost ready to declare this a year of no real value to cinema, the Adelaide Film Festival came along, and "The Brutalist" gave me hope. I kid you not, when this movie ended, I got up out of…

"For those we know, and for those we never meet."

As a notable Tom Cruise cynic (for the record, I think he is a legitimately great actor; he just plays himself nowadays, doesn't take any risks in his choices, and has developed a most insufferable cult of personality following among online cinephilia circles), I adored this. I'm puzzled by the reviews citing the first hour as really not good. I get that it's kind of a mess, but I was…