To the colleague that declared ‘La Chimera’ the cinema event of the year.

Wrigley here I come.

Nicholas Cage does what he can, and that’s always plenty, under the circumstances.

Juan Soto, Opening Day, and victory once more over the pagan Astros.

A recent ‘Friday the 13th’ marathon at the Rollberg was the most fun I’ve had at the movies — ever.

Notes from the 2024 Berlinale, and other places.

Both Eileen, an adaptation, and Priscilla, Sofia Coppola’s noble attempt to rock the House of Elvis, lack decay.

Once a Patriot, always a Patriot?

Hollywood has … a social justice problem.

The Yeah Yeah Yeahs, live at the Columbiahalle, reminded the rebels of their roots.

Bazzers, no less, on where we go when we write.

On loving and hating, and loving, the New York football Jets.

I got the Timbs on for RJ Barrett (and SGA) at the FIBA tuneup friendly between Germany and Team Canada.

A late defence of Kendall Roy, reluctant villain.

In which I pledge allegiance to the Yanks of New York, oy vey.

In which I pledge allegiance to the Cubs of Chicago, oy vey.

Netflix’s BEEF is fantastic, but sometimes uninterested in the little things.

Bazzers and I meditate on baseball, cricket, and the business of time.

White Noise is a trip, Armageddon Time stumbles a wee bit, and Cate Blanchett is still the best actress (or actor) in the world.

I’ve consumed way too much chocolate this festive season. I’ve also seen Amsterdam.