Gianni Damaia

A Cinderella story for a modern age as a stripper turned rich wife must scour the streets of New York in an effort to find her husband and reaffirm her identity… There are films, and then there are films that feel as though they were singularly made for you.

An odyssey spanning several decades as a prolific architect flees post-war Europe and navigates his own legacy amidst being hired by a high profile client… At its core, cinema is a magic trick showing the audience a card, allowing them to see it, feel it, even hear it as it shuffles back into the deck before a final prestige, a flourish of revelation, transporting them into the land where the card and only the card exists. The Brutalist is a magic movie. It is transportive cinema.

Two teenagers connect over their shared adoration of a young adult 90’s television series only to find themselves increasingly lost in the dreary world around them… I go back and forth between struggling to recommend I Saw the TV Glow on account of its genre-less, confounding nature, and consequently thinking it may be the most important millennial film of the decade.