Having less on-track stuff helps and hurts it. Appreciated the (very illuminating) interviews with the subjects’ families, though it could do more to capture the appeal of the sport, I think; never fully see why Formula 1 would be the pinnacle for them— and why they’re risking their lives in the first place. Motivation is taken as a fact of their innate character, but I never feel like I’m understanding what precisely is propelling them. And I never felt like…

Jordan Peele’s second classic.

He emerged essentially fully formed with Get Out, so I struggle with what to call this— lateral perfection? It’s the eerie, inventive symbology of Us plus the tight, genre-critical genius of his first feature. So really just new evidence of what we’ve already known: the perfect clarity of Peele’s vision. It’s so rewarding to watch filmmaking with a real thesis, especially when it’s this grandly made. Like Spielberg, Peele scales intimacy to spectacle, one always matching…