To make a film intent on being an ethnographic examination of one of America’s more overlooked and niche deviant subcultures can be a noble task. If one considers the role of an artist in society to be that of communication — art acting as a vessel for social change and societal introspection — then a film such as Nomadland which supposedly captures the humanity of a neglected people, their trials and tribulations, and how they came to be all sounds…

My favourite Kubrick shuffles like a deck of cards: depending on my mood, the choice can vary from the raw and unkempt Paths of Glory, the self-explanatory 2001: A Space Odyssey, to even a "lesser-work" such as The Killing. Though, in recent memory, one Kubrick has stood out among the rest. The pendulum has swung—and in keeping with the holiday spirit—that crown is now bestowed upon none other than Kubrick's grandeur swan song, Eyes Wide Shut.

Much like Kubrick’s earlier…