For me above Blue Velvet as the finest stand-alone movie David Lynch has ever made. A beguiling and, for its last act, heartbreakingly sad masterpiece on the destruction of optimism, hope and dreams. It asks a lot from the viewer and repays. Naomi Watts is unforgettable.

Maybe they made it just to do it but they pulled it off with some style. Tom Hardy natural and human in a movie set entirely in a car, with no one else on screen.

Paul Thomas Anderson ranks first amongst his likely peers, the Finchers and Nolans of the directing world but this detective yarn written by the legendary Thomas Pynchon (author of the only book I quit on) really threw me on first viewing. Without a satisfying plot, a story like this should be sunk but it's actually closer to the existentially gumshoe classic, The Long Goodbye. On second viewing I loved it, which made it the only film I've posted a correction review about.

Highly impressive, brilliantly acted and even well directed but obtuse and unlikable true-life wrestling drama.

Kinda weird to see Ridley Scott turn in such an incompetent mess or being able to spend such a large sum of other peoples money making such an odd film, so badly, about a subject no one was asking for.