I watched a lot of movies last year. Fueled in part by my wife being deep in the grad school grind (Nurse Practitioner, thanks for asking), as well as the settling in of a bunch of habits, barely a day went by in which I didn't watch some
If you're just interested in my top ten, you can skip my preamble and other categories by clicking here. As 2026 dawns, I'm less certain than ever where this art form I love so much is headed. The financial health of the business continues to falter.
"We all have our loops."
A quieter month, but it included some of the best of the year, which took up all my oxygen.
"Most of the pianos I fix never get played; they're just decorative. This one matters."
For the first chunk of Sophy Romvari's semi-autobiographical debut feature, it's not entirely clear what shape the story will take. It's introduced by a woman filming a cute seaside town, with a line or two of voice-over (presumably spoken by her) indicating that in
"What you call fashion is really just making art out of life it fucking self."
"We don't want your money. We want your transcendence."
"All we have is time."
"Them twins burnin’. They been burnin’."
With this, I'm caught up.
A baker's dozen of my thoughts.
"She told you Warsaw was the most romantic city in Poland? Not, like, Kraków?"
"This is what you do. You give people the gift of giving a shit about you."