The plot follows three firefighters that have been tasked with stopping a killer shark from terrorising New Orleans. Pretty standard action movie stuff, right? However, Tommy Wiseau’s approach to storytelling is to ignore all the rules on how to tell a story.

I’ve never been an Irish farmer living in Civil War Era Ireland, but it’s easy to empathise with everyone on screen; in fact, this is the first film I recall that so accurately captures the unique heartbreak of a friendship breakup.  

Men (2022) is a film about victimhood, trauma, and guilt—the ways in which we survivors can sometimes fail to move on, projecting our worst, embodied memories onto strange men around us, but also the strange men around us who truly do have the potential to be dangerous because they are men and they sniff out and exploit our vulnerability.

Just like its protagonists, Bombshell sacrifices radical change for mainstream accessibility. And just like Fox News, it is very white.

Greta Gerwig’s Little Women is, above all, a love letter to sisterhood and girlhood. It is lovingly crafted and gorgeously shot, and carries all the genuine energy and fervour of a houseful of little women navigating a world which they individually realise does not hold space for them.

I’m still trying to absorb it. It felt so odd, intrusive, illusionary to see this (beautiful, though wrongly and overly beautified in many ways) image of these people — I’ve spent so many hours considering them, thinking of them, imagining, evoking.

Give Joker a skip — not just because Joker is a misogynistic, racist, incel manifesto that will incite violence, but because it’s bad. Joker bad.