I loved Dune: Part One for taking the time to make me care about PAUL. This is the colder, harder war and myth part of the saga so I didn’t love it as much per my personal tastes, but this is undeniably superior filmmaking from Denis Villeneuve. See it in the cinema — sandworms in Dolby 7.1 are my new kink.

1920s monster movies mashed with 1980s teen movies and MTV music video aesthetics produces 2020s nothingness. It never electrified me.

Trailing Kung Fu Panda 4 beforehand was quite the Trojan horse, huh? This lucid, surrealistic journey into coping with one’s internal chaos is equal parts charming, confusing, and horrifying (in a good way). Sometimes I struggled to remember why Mahito had even entered a world of axe wielding parakeets and little ghost balls, but that’s okay as the animation — every last frame its own work of art — immersed me into a trance.

I’m not really qualified to talk in-depth about the Holocaust, and comparing it to modern day complicity seems hackneyed if sort of the point as the characters revel in cosy domesticity among the screams. There is another film taking place in the background you can only distinguish through the hisses, gun shots, and plumes of smoke. It makes everything even more harrowing than if the viewer experienced history’s darkest moment head on; the cutaway during the stairs scene only heightens the feeling. A pitch black, extremely difficult masterpiece.