Unshackled from the tedious worldbuilding that has drained the Jurassic Park franchise of anything resembling fun, David Robert Mitchell’s The End of Oak Street—about a family’s fight for survival after their ’80s-era neighborhood is inexplicably transported to the Mesozoic Era—revitalizes the dinosaur subgenre. Mitchell understands that graceful characterization is just as important as pulse-pounding action (a teenage girl singing along to “Valerie” in the family station wagon packs a greater emotional punch than anything in the jingoistic Project Hail Mary). The End of Oak Street is the writer-director’s most confident work yet and the best film of 2026.
Sunday, August 16, 2026
100 Words on David Robert Mitchell's The End of Oak Street (2026)
Unshackled from the tedious worldbuilding that has drained the Jurassic Park franchise of anything resembling fun, David Robert Mitchell’s The End of Oak Street—about a family’s fight for survival after their ’80s-era neighborhood is inexplicably transported to the Mesozoic Era—revitalizes the dinosaur subgenre. Mitchell understands that graceful characterization is just as important as pulse-pounding action (a teenage girl singing along to “Valerie” in the family station wagon packs a greater emotional punch than anything in the jingoistic Project Hail Mary). The End of Oak Street is the writer-director’s most confident work yet and the best film of 2026.
Friday, August 14, 2026
100 Words on Stanley Kubrick's Spartacus (1960)
Kirk
Douglas leads an army of freed slaves against Roman forces in Stanley Kubrick’s
sword-and-sandal exercise. Despite the occasional brilliant touch—be it a campy
exchange (Laurence Olivier explaining his preference for “both snails and
oysters” to an alarmed Tony Curtis), an awe-inspiring tableau (the Roman army assuming
geometrically flawless formations), or a shock of violence (a severed limb
erupting with fire hydrant–red blood)—Kubrick’s epic is interminably self-serious. Dalton Trumbo’s
screenplay, in associating the ancients with a morally bankrupt America, anticipates
Christopher Nolan’s The Odyssey: a spectacle that will similarly exhaust
audiences once it’s as old as Spartacus.
Tuesday, August 11, 2026
100 Words on Christopher Nolan's The Odyssey (2026)
By Thomas M. Puhr
Regarding Roman translations of Greek literature, Nietzsche writes that “they saw it as an incentive for a Roman conquest. … Not only did one omit what was historical; one also added allusions to the present and, above all, struck out the name of the poet.” In terms of the latter point, consider The Odyssey’s poster. “A Film by Christopher Nolan,” it proclaims, with Homer’s name barely legible in the billing block. In terms of the former, consider how Nolan conquers The Odyssey by making it an American story. Case in point: Robert Pattinson and Tom Holland ditch their British accents.
Sunday, August 9, 2026
100 Words on Danny and Michael Philippou's Bring Her Back (2025)
By Thomas M. Puhr
Stepsiblings Andy (Billy Barratt) and Piper (standout Sora Wong) discover that their foster mother, Laura (Sally Hawkins), is using them to resurrect her dead daughter in Danny and Michael Philippou’s Talk to Me follow-up. The Australian brothers’ sophomore feature mines similar terrain (e.g., teenagers traumatized by a parent’s death) but with diminishing returns; although the film boasts some elegant narrative echoes (Andy and Piper’s father died in the shower, Laura’s daughter in a pool) and an intriguing commentary on the rituals that can unite a family (“grapefruit,” the siblings’ safe word, packs an unexpected emotional punch), it’s simply not scary.
Friday, August 7, 2026
100 Words on Stanley Kubrick's Paths of Glory (1957)
Stanley Kubrick’s near-flawless WWI drama concerns three French soldiers sentenced to death after a botched, suicidal assault against the German forces embarrasses their superiors. As Colonel Dax—who defends the men during their absurdly unjust trial—Kirk Douglas sometimes undercuts Kubrick’s scathing irony with self-righteous theatrics (at one point, he pounds a table mid impassioned speech). The final scene—in which a terrified German woman sings to a group of French soldiers—would have been perfect if it ended with her performance silencing the drunken, rowdy men; instead, we’re subjected to single-tear-running-down-the-cheek closeups of the troops as they hum along.