🎬 Barb Reviews the Movies So You Don’t Have To
Anyone else wondering what they’re putting in the water out in La-La Land? From lush historical reveries to sweaty fever dreams, the common thread in this year’s favorites is ambition. Not every swing connected, but the willingness to swing made for a year that felt alive, unpredictable, and genuinely theatrical.
Here are the ten films that stuck with me.
Sinners
Ryan Coogler’s Sinners is a delirious genre mashup — part vampire myth, part historical fantasia, part revenge opera — and visually it’s intoxicating. The technical bravura is staggering, especially the audacious decision to film Michael B. Jordan as twins and then double down by placing them together in towering close-ups. The dance sequence hypnotizes, the music thunders, squeals, moans, and syncopates, and the film keeps hinting at dusty narrative side roads you wish it had time to explore. Messy, bold, and utterly alive — easily my most exhilarating theatrical experience of the year. I saw it three times. I will see it again.
Train Dreams
This ravishing, deeply moving film unfolds at its own deliberate pace, offering an elegiac meditation on the grandeur, brutality, and fragile beauty of life in the Pacific Northwest as it yielded to the axe. Joel Edgerton is extraordinary — quietly luminous in every frame. The screenplay interprets Denis Johnson’s novella rather than translating it, capturing its spirit more than its plot. The result seeps in slowly and settles somewhere deep long after the credits roll.
Weapons
Gleefully efficient, Weapons wastes not a second of its runtime. Between the plucky heroine, the feral kids, that bizarre arm choreography, and the unforgettable Aunt Gladys, the film barrels forward with a “Get in! No time to explain!” energy and never lets up. The screening I attended erupted into delighted guffaws and applause. Pure, unpretentious fun.
Frankenstein
Not Guillermo del Toro’s strongest outing, but there’s still more than enough of his signature visual opulence to hold the eye, even as this interpretation of a familiar story feels surprisingly thin. (Perhaps the “You gave me a leaf and now I love you” scene deserved a second draft.) Still, Elordi is magnetic, giving the film real emotional weight. A worthy addition to the long lineage of Frankenstein adaptations — and those epic sets and costumes are jaw-dropping.
Wake Up Dead Man
Ridiculously entertaining from start to finish, this installment delivers exactly what you want from the franchise: escapism, wit, and just enough self-awareness to keep things humming. Josh Brolin goes all in on a delightfully off-kilter performance; the confession scene is pure screen-legend gold. Slick, silly, and visually polished — unapologetic popcorn fun.
🥊 And Now for Something Completely Different:
The Macho Man Randy Savage Scale of Film Mayhem
The next five films share a certain je ne sais batshit. Whether it’s prestige filmmakers embracing chaos or directors channeling the spirit of late-night wrestling theatrics, these demanded a different rating system altogether.
So for this stretch, we go full Savage.
One Battle After Another
Uneven at first, but once it locks in, what a ride. Leonardo commits fully, Benicio del Toro radiates authority, and the film plays like a lost ’70s conspiracy fever piece. That final driving sequence dazzles.
Macho Man Savage Rating: 4 Flying Elbow Drops
Bugonia
Why does Yorgos Lanthimos insist on hazing both his actors and his audience? I do not know. Still, the craftsmanship is impeccable and the performances fearless enough to keep you leaning into the weirdness. I’ll happily argue with anyone about that lazy final scene, but I can’t deny it was one of the most absorbing two hours I spent in a theater this year. And the music? Brilliantly deployed. One imagines Lanthimos telling composer Jerskin Fendrix (that name!): “Give me basement conspiracy guy energy, but make it sound like a sci-fi death beam just locked onto Earth.” Mission accomplished — no further notes.
Macho Man Savage Rating: 4 Diving Double Axe Handles
Testament of Ann Lee
Possibly the strangest musical I will ever see. It plays like someone said, “What if we staged an Amish barn raising… but everyone took ecstasy on the way in?” — and then, inexplicably, followed through. Gloriously weird but genuinely riveting, it captures the harsh reality of trying to live your convictions in a society deeply suspicious of difference. Equal parts bonkers and compelling.
Macho Man Savage Rating: 4 Piledrivers
Marty Supreme
Sweaty, anxious, and fully committed to its grimy intensity. I spent half the runtime wanting to hand the cast a flashlight and a hygiene intervention. Still, it’s nerve-wrackingly compelling — and it delivers the year’s most deranged line, dropped in the middle of one of many deranged scenes: “I was born in 1601. I’m a vampire.”
Macho Man Savage Rating: 3.5 Atomic Drops
No Other Choice
Maximum derangement. The film hovers between serial-killer horror and dark comedy without quite deciding where it wants to land, but the editing, performances, and premise keep you leaning forward. A very clever film, this one.
Macho Man Savage Rating: 3 Top-Rope Brain Busters
That’s the list. Agree, disagree, send snacks. I’ll be in the dark, chasing the next big swing. See you in the lobby at FilmScene!
Postscript: Other Films I Saw This Year
Blue Moon, Naked Gun, 28 Years Later, Highest to Lowest, Wicked for Good, The Wedding Banquet, Mickey 17, Black Bag, Magellan, Hamnet, Mission: Impossible, Superman, Sorry Baby, The Mastermind, Downton Abbey, The Choral, The Phoenician Scheme, Universal Language, DigXX, Secret Mall Apartment, It Was Just an Accident, The Librarians, Little Amelie, Eddington
Still on my list: Sentimental Value, F1

