Project Hail Mary

PROJECT HAIL MARY   ***

Phil Lord and Christopher Miller

2026

IDEA:  Awaking aboard a spacecraft with no idea how he got there, a molecular biologist and science teacher finds that he's responsible for saving the universe.

BLURB:  A sturdy four-quadrant blockbuster, Project Hail Mary insists on delivering the crowd-pleasing goods: spectacle, laughs, tears, and a humanist message of cooperation and scientific optimism. It’s a boisterous galactic adventure characterized by the same mixture of sincerity and jocosity screenwriter Drew Goddard brought to The Martian, and given added spark by the fleet-footed pop style of Lord and Miller. This is a jokey movie, to a fault — the filmmakers can’t seem to resist a well-placed quip, snarky cutaway, or even a corny T-shirt — but with a star as magnetic as Ryan Gosling at the center, it largely works. Playing the complete opposite of his taciturn Neil Armstrong in his greatest space movie, First Man, Gosling makes Dr. Ryland Grace into a garrulous, fun-loving goofball whose scientific acumen is belied by his fumbling dorkiness. The actor is equally agile with a bewildered reaction or sheepish retort as he is with the role’s ample physical comedy, which has him flopping face-down and spinning clumsily in zero G like Chaplin’s Tramp if he had been sent to space. Gosling’s Grace also shares with the Tramp a deep vein of sentimentality, particularly in his life-affirming friendship with his alien counterpart, Rocky. The good-natured simplicity of this friendship is the core of Project Hail Mary, and while the film perhaps makes the friendship too simple, ironing out the pair’s cultural differences in favor of buddy-comedy hijinks and trite universalisms, it’s a relationship that registers with primal directness: we need each other, and to do things for each other. Like The Martian, the film unashamedly espouses such earnest, even naive humanism, communicating it with enough heart, panache, and craft to feel both earned and rather moving.

The Bride!

THE BRIDE!   ***

Maggie Gyllenhaal

2026

IDEA:  In 1930s Chicago, a murdered gangster's moll is resurrected to serve as a companion to Frankenstein's monster.

BLURB:  That exclamation point is no mere stylization; The Bride! is an emphatic, immodest, unbridled shout of a film, a rowdy cinephilic pastiche that isn’t afraid to get goofy. This means a delectably unhinged Jessie Buckley swerving from brassy Chicago flapper girl to her best, burlesque Katharine Hepburn and Marlene Dietrich; Jake Gyllenhaal as a prim Fred Astaire-type Hollywood star; randomly, Penélope Cruz as a chain-smoking incipient detective named Myrna Malloy; and, but of course, a gaudy ball reprise of Young Frankenstein’s “Puttin’ on the Ritz.” Maggie Gyllenhaal is as evidently drunk on movies as she is on a cathartic (if simplistic) brand of girlboss feminism, and her film’s unabashed embrace of camp is invigorating in a contemporary Hollywood so allergic to madcap fun. The Bride! also has a clear and mostly satisfying ideological point, which is to restore agency and bite to women whose representations have largely been dictated, and flattened, by men. By making Mary Shelley an actual character in her story, and one who speaks through her creation, the Bride, Gyllenhaal pays tribute to a fellow female auteur and shows how women creators through time can communicate with and build on each other’s legacies. Does everything work here? No; the feminist revolution sparked by the Bride feels like a dropped thread, and the mob/detective stuff is pretty sketchy, despite a scene-stealing performance from a ruthless Zlatko Burić. But The Bride! has style and verve to spare, as well as dozens of literal tongues figuratively planted firmly in cheek. 

Top 10 - 2025

 

2025 was an exceptionally stellar year for cinema, its greatness profoundly, inversely proportionate to 2025 as a year for basically anything else. The cinematic richness and the sociopolitical direness (especially in the United States) were often hard to separate. Films such as Eddington, One Battle After Another, and Bugonia furiously and creatively captured the head-spinning derangements of the country's current dystopia, reviving a spirit of acerbic political critique that perhaps hasn't been truly seen on the big screen since the New Hollywood of the 1970s. Such invigorated social consciousness resonated in national cinemas around the world, taking shape in stories about political prisoners, military dictatorships, washed-up poets, imperialist conquests, and possessed household appliances. It was exciting to see, and proof that art remains among our most vital and versatile tools for processing the mess of the world.

My top ten films of 2025 are after the jump...

Pillion

PILLION   ***

Harry Lighton

2025

IDEA:  A shy man from the suburbs of London enters into a dom/sub relationship with a confident biker, testing both of their limits.

BLURB:  At its essence, Pillion is an archetypal story of two opposites — one meek and impressionable and the other brash and obdurate — who change by awakening something in the other. This version of the story just happens to be told with more leather and assless pants than usual. That the film takes place within a gay BDSM subculture is a novelty that writer-director Harry Lighton also makes disarmingly mundane; he’s not interested in taboo-breaking eroticism but in the power imbalances that can affect any relationship, especially one based on dominance and submission. Risking generalization (or worse, misinterpretation), Lighton uses the BDSM milieu to study how partners might negotiate control, desire, and boundaries within an ostensibly consensual relationship. “Ostensibly” because the ways in which Ray treats Colin often tread the line of abuse. The grace and empathy of Pillion are such that neither character is judged for their respective behavior in this ethically slippery scenario, nor are they psychoanalyzed in some facile effort to rationalize their choices. Lighton puts enormous, gratifying trust in Harry Melling and Alexander Skarsgård to carry the ambiguities of a relationship in which hurt and pleasure, control and surrender, are separated by a hair (trigger). As the tone oscillates, so does the image and sound, moving between orgiastic countryside idylls, dreamy slow-motion bike rides, and arguments fought through mirrors to the stuttering tune of Satie. Through its kinks, the film finally emerges as a classic Bildungsroman, in which Colin’s sexual, emotional, and moral education reveals how difficult — but also rewarding — it can be to discover yourself. 

Magellan

MAGELLAN   ***1/2

Lav Diaz

2025

IDEA:  Ferdinand Magellan and his crews wreak havoc on indigenous populations as they seek to bring Christianity to the global East.

BLURB:  It takes quite some time before the nominal hero of Magellan is given his close-up. Aside from a brief, wryly askance angle of him sleeping, he is seen in the first portions of Lav Diaz’s film wandering far afield in the deep-focus frames, marginalized by a foreground of merciless jungle and the lifeless bodies of the indigenous Malacca people his expedition has massacred. Even when Gael García Bernal’s Portuguese general assumes a more prominent visual and narrative role, Diaz continues to subvert his authority in a strategy of inversion that is anti-colonial at its core. Rebelling against “Great Man” historiography and Age of Discovery romanticism, the filmmaker depicts a grinding, sickly, recursive imperialist project carried out by petty, insecure Europeans ready to kill each other before even reaching the other side of the ocean. In the mesmerizing scenes at sea, Diaz films in low-angle shots that might seem reverential if not for the savage behavior of the men within them. He lingers on bodies battered by both the elements and intramural violence, on exhaustion and boredom and quarrels scored to nothing but a creaking ship. The extended duration, static camera, and elision of dramatic spectacle serve to undermine any sense of progress or accomplishment; this is a story, ultimately, of Western ideological and geopolitical failure. That failure becomes the (temporary) triumph of the indigenes in a last chapter that portrays their righteous uprising and the creation of a new national myth. Magellan also creates its own, cinematic myth, one that fascinatingly runs counter to both Western and Filipino grand narratives. Underlying the stunningly immersive sensory experience is the fundamental problematic of how history is written, imagined, and promulgated, and Diaz is bold enough to make his film not an answer, but another question.

Eureka

EUREKA   ***1/2

Lisandro Alonso

2023

*LIGHT SPOILERS AHEAD*

IDEA:  A shapeshifting, time-bending, magical realist exploration of Native American experience.

BLURB:  Eureka contains one of those legitimately astonishing form-breaking moments you see once in a while in the feature-length art film, a consciousness-torquing rupture that’s like the filmmaker pulling off a magic trick. Of course, it basically is; it’s the magic of a medium that can reorganize time, space, and the spectator’s perceptual economy. Lisandro Alonso no doubt exploits this ability in part because of the thrill of it (and it is thrilling to see!), but he also wants to get at something deeper about how film can unsettle the language of the status quo. His project, continuing explicitly from his previous film, Jauja, is to denude hegemonic Western narratives of their mythical heroic trappings. Eureka goes further than Jauja in that it actually centers indigenous subjects, although this isn’t apparent until the aforementioned schism, a masterful fakeout that yanks the film from a seemingly typical Western (albeit a grimly deglamorized one) into a contemporary realist drama layered with the traces of colonial violence. Over the rest of the film, which has in store one further and more metaphysical spatiotemporal shift, Alonso encourages us to find parallels across his different idioms. What is most prominent — from the severe argentine frames of the Viggo Mortensen-led Western to the frigid, durational tableaux of the Pine Ridge Indian Reservation to the lush but endangered Amazon — is a history of American indigeneity pockmarked by abuse and displacement. Alonso and his co-writers complicate “positive” representation by showing how these things don’t always come from the top down but are internalized and perpetuated within a community, as in the weary, ethically dubious law enforcement of a Lakota officer (Alaina Clifford) operating within a seriously compromised socioeconomic structure. Perversely, ironically titled, Eureka pointedly offers mostly lacunae and irresolution in its entrancing cosmic tapestry, but there is also startling, poignant clarity in the microscopic human detail it rescues from the gaps.

The Testament of Ann Lee

THE TESTAMENT OF ANN LEE   ***

Mona Fastvold

2025

IDEA:  In the 18th century, Ann Lee begins the Shaker religious movement in England and journeys across the Atlantic to grow her community in America.

BLURB:  As a genre for the exuberant externalization of feeling, the musical is perfectly suited to the subject of ecstatic religious worship. The Testament of Ann Lee is not a traditional musical, but it wholly embraces the roles of singing and dancing as extra-verbal, extra-rational, and transcendent expressions of human experience. Here, that expression is tied to a religious sect primarily characterized by the musicality and somatic energy suggested by its name. The film’s Shakers writhe, stomp, prance, and circle each other in rapt communion, Daniel Blumberg’s sonorous hymnal song-score flowing through them like volts of electricity connecting heaven and earth. In its most potent moments, when Fastvold and Corbet cede the sometimes stodgy narrative to the primal joy of bodily movement, The Testament of Ann Lee captures the euphoria — phenomenological or spiritual — of giving oneself over to a sensation of collective reverence. And in this, the film locates a core irony: that Ann Lee started such a profoundly corporeal movement as a repudiation of sex and earthly desires. She is a mother who refuses the biological mandates of the role, and as such, Fastvold and Corbet render her a kind of queer feminist figure, defined not merely by an opposition to patriarchy but procreation and domesticity. Amanda Seyfried is so passionately, uninhibitedly keyed into her portrayal that she helps mitigate the feeling that this all seems pretty idealized, biographical nuances softened by admiration for Lee’s iconoclasm and tenacity. Maybe it’s worth valuing such an earnest celebration of faith, and one that doesn’t forget its ineluctable basis in a human body at once mortal and malleable.