It's been a while, but isn't Thanksgiving weekend a great segue to ruin everybody's good mood with a brief non-spoiler review of Marty and Leo's Killers of the Flower Moon? Well, it is.

Say what you will about that DiCaprio boy, but he clearly does not give a fuck about looking hot in movies anymore. He looks like shit, contorts his face like a ball-less monkey on a tight rope and acts his fucking ass off. Hollywood!

The Killer is maybe smarter, but is it better – March will address this too. A bit at least.