Friday, December 12, 2025

Lisa Laman's 25 Favorite Movies of 2025

The last few weeks of 2025 have been chock-full of dreadful news related to AI companies and media consolidation. It all makes me feel despair-ridden and keeps me up at night. However, as the year draws to a close, I refuse to let these billionaire wackos ruin my perception of the year's cinema. We must be conscious of these evils, but not let them overwhelm or erase the exciting elements in 2025's cinema scene. The deeply human and communal joys tech companies yearn to erase, that's what these past 12 months of cinematic storytelling have been all about.

God knows how grateful I am that I got to experience multiple films in the IMAX 70mm format and with some of my dearest friends. Witnessing those glorious images on a towering screen with my favorite people produced memories I'll treasure forever. Also thrilling were the exchanges and conversations I shared with various souls in between screenings at events like the Austin Film Festival or Oak Cliff Film Festival. Oh! And visiting Atlanta, Georgia's Plaza Theatre, what a treat! The interior decor there was to die for.

Cinema brings people together. It's a medium containing stories, images, emotions, and so much more that you just can't get in any other form of creative expression. Even after all the trials and tribulations the 2020s have brought the filmmaking artform, 2025 still delivered so many great movies that reminded me why I live and breathe cinema. Now, it's time to explore the peak of this year in my top 25 favorite movies of 2025 list. It was so hard to whittle down my favorites of the year into a top 25 (countless sublime features just missed the cut), but these entries do paint an exciting and eclectic portrait of all that 2025's cinema scene offered. 

These are the works that instill hope against all the madness and chaos. Never lose that hope or your compassion for others, dear reader. 

Before the proper top 25, a pair of honorable mentions!

Kill Bill: The Whole Bloody Affair (dir. Quentin Tarantino)

Quentin Tarantino's a blowhard in the modern world, as that deeply cursed Kill Bill Fortnite short exemplified. However, I can't act like getting to watch both Kill Bill movies in one theatrical setting wasn't a glorious, borderline religious experience. I'm keeping my top 25 list solely for new movies released in 2025, but spending 260+ minutes with The Bride's saga in a movie theater setting was one of the year's great filmmaking highlights. Uma Thurman's performance, Sally Menke's editing, the incredible sound design, it all comes alive both in an unbroken narrative structure and theatrical environment. What a shame about that Fortnite short playing after the credits...

Fucktoys (dir. Annapurna Sriram)

This hasn't secured U.S. distribution or a proper general release yet (it's still playing on the festival circuit), but oh God, I cannot wait for everyone to experience Fucktoys. It's hard to describe writer/director/star Annapurna Sriram's unhinged creative vision for this feature. It's apocalyptic. But it's also deeply sexy. Grimly funny. Shockingly moving in its depiction of solidarity between sex workers. Beautiful to look at, especially since everything is shot on profoundly tactile film. It's a blisteringly original and provocative work thumbing its nose at the 1% and buttoned-up concepts of "good taste". This is a ribald and wildly fun ride unlike anything else I've seen this year or any other year. Congrats to Annapurna Sriram for joining Aimee Kuge and Vera Drew in the pantheon of exceedingly talented modern filmmakers keeping sublime trashy cinema vibes alive in the modern world.

On to the proper top 25 list! Starting with...

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25. Companion (dir. Drew Hancock)

The moment Companion protagonist Iris (Sophie Thatcher) lamented, “I’m so worried I’m gonna say something stupid in front of your friends,” to her toxic boyfriend, my autistic super self-conscious heart went out to her. I was hooked on whatever happened next to this woman. Luckily for me, writer/director Drew Hancock has Iris anchoring a terrifically fun movie full of lively performances and creative suspense sequences. Thatcher's an absolute riot the entire runtime as the automaton Iris, particularly in an unforgettable scene involving her character speaking German. Companion's a wild ride and just the sort of cheer-worthy movie you want to watch with a crowd.

24. Hedda (dir. Nia DaCosta)

How can I resist a movie where Tessa Thompson and Nina Hoss play messy lesbians who unleash treachery at every possible opportunity? Hedda isn't just Nia DaCosta's new vision of Henrik Ibsen's play Hedda Gabler. It's also a riveting romp full of spiraling bad behavior you just can't look away from. Rather than rigidly reciting a familiar text, DaCosta imbues this story with an unpredictable verve perfect for its chaotic titular lead. This filmmaker's visual chops are more refined than ever with this film's lavish, sprawling backdrops. Thompson and Hoss had me gasping and clapping my hands with glee in equal measures over their go-for-broke performances. Any movie delivering all that, a crumbling chandelier, and another magnificent Hildur Guðnadóttir score is one worth applauding. Needless to say, the Little Woods auteur has done it again!

23. The Chronology of Water (dir. Kristen Stewart)

For her feature-length directorial debut, Kristen Stewart leaves it all on the floor with The Chronology of Water. The whole project fascinatingly leans into the "imperfect", from truncated music cues to the profoundly lived-in 16mm imagery (right down to the frayed edges of every frame) to the editing jostling viewers across so many different time periods. This woman's tormented mind and existence come to transfixing, nightmarish life in Stewart's bravura filmmaking and Poots' equally gusto performance. Regret, messiness, trauma, it's all here in a cocktail of psychological misery. All of these tremendous visual and atmospheric impulses weave a ballad of potent anguish that's impossible to shake. The Chronology of Water may just kick off an amazing directorial filmography for Stewart, but for now, it's still a remarkably evocative and visually subversive work.

22. Marty Supreme (dir. Josh Safdie)



Go! Go! Go! Propulsive energy fuels Marty Supreme, as its titular lead (played by Timothee Chalamet) pursues his ping-pong champion dreams at all costs. Prior Josh Safdie directorial efforts like Good Time and Uncut Gems echo throughout Marty Supreme's aesthetic, but this is no cinematic rerun. This project's got plenty of outstanding cinematography and darkly humorous beats to firmly establish its own identity. Plus, Chalamet's one-of-a-kind performance is a magnificent fusion of sweaty desperation and confident temerity. His Marty Mausr is often so pathetic, yet he keeps us glued to his every move. The evocative cinematography and editing also Mauser's journey so transfixing. The riveting offspring of a screwball comedy, a warped underdog sports drama, and a distinctly Josh Safdie atmosphere, Marty Supreme is enthralling entertainment. 

21. Black Bag (dir. Steven Soderbergh)



Sometimes, all a movie needs to solidify itself as an all-timer is a great score. Steven Soderbergh's spy movie Black Bag certainly delivered on that front with a slew of unforgettable compositions from David Holmes. Juxtaposing the world of espionage with a sonic landscape full of jazz music, clanking noises, and Güiro playing creates a spy movie soundtrack like none I've ever heard before. To boot, all those compositions serve an incredibly fun, suspenseful thriller that makes such great use of its stacked cast. Black Bag's got a dynamite, sexy cast and a score that pleases the ears... what more do you need?

20. The Life of Chuck (dir. Mike Flanagan)


So much of The Life of Chuck sounds like it should be insufferable. Maybe it is to many moviegoers. I was enchanted, though, by writer/director Mike Flanagan's adaptation of the Stephen King short story of the same name. Tender beauty permeates this whole film, which oscillates across its three segments between a bittersweet, apocalyptic yarn, a tale of uncovering everyday joys, and a domestic horror drama. Across these various impulses, insightfulness and poignancy seep into The Life of Chuck's smallest moments. That is, after all, where the most profound bits of existence lie in wait. A teacher "who won't last long in public education" can still immensely affect a student's life for the better. Dancing with a stranger can lift up so many different souls at once. Random kindness can still matter in a chaotic world. In both its big and small elements, The Life of Chuck taps a richly moving vein.

19. The Mastermind (dir Kelly Reichardt)


After subverting the standards for what Westerns "look like" with First Cow and Meek's Cutoff, writer/director extraordinaire Kelly Reichardt upends the heist movie with The Mastermind. With her trademark clinical and unblinking images, Reichardt emphasizes the patheticness of Danny Ocean-wannabe James Blaine "J.B." Mooney (Josh O'Connor). Even when he's just hiding away stolen paintings, this filmmaker's camera captures Mooney stumbling around and struggling to accomplish the simplest tasks. It's all quietly darkly humorous while Reichardt's very real handling of the consequences of Mooney's thievery informs several gripping, tense set pieces. The real mastermind here is Kelly Reichardt and her continued ingenious contortions of distinctly American movie genres.

18. Put Your Soul On Your Hand And Walk (dir. Sepideh Farsi)

Starting around 2020 with titles like Boys' State, I began noticing more high-profile documentaries being shot like traditional narrative movies. There's nothing wrong with that approach, but the documentary Put Your Soul On Your Hand And Walk was a devastating reminder of the staggering power of stripped-down fillmmaking approaches in this domain In this feature, director Sedpieh Farsi uses a camera to chronicle her video chats with Gaza resident Fatima Hassouna as Palestine is being invaded by Israeli forces. Keeping Put Your Soul on Your Hand and Walk so streamlined in form allows Hassouna's testimony to come through loud and clear. As she and her people are being wiped off the planet, these video calls reinforce the nuances and humanity of Hassouna, her family, and neighbors. That's all communicated via a camera recording imagery on a cell phone. All the streaming platform money in the world cannot guarantee a documentary this agonizingly heartbreaking and richly human.

17. Weapons (dir. Zach Cregger)

Weapons is a blast. It's the optimal version of a riveting campfire story with all the fun and chills that entails. Writer/director Zach Cregger lends immense craftsmanship to enjoyably macabre cinema with his measured single-take shots, the subtle ways individual stories intertwine, and a splendidly varied score (I love how each character's storyline has such a distinctly different sound). To boot, the proceedings also work as an achingly relevant story about how tragedies inspire people to look for a scapegoat, not opportunities to unite. All of that plus the endless entertainment of Amy Madigan chewing all of the scenery as Aunt Gladys or Austin Abrams killing it as James ("I can't come to the police station because I'm...phobic"). Weapons is entertaining horror cinema done oh so right.


16. Friendship (dir. Andrew DeYoung)

Huzzah I Think You Should Leave fans, Tim Robinson can indeed sustain his brand of cringe comedy for an entire movie. Friendship proved that to hysterical results this past summer, partially by deploying very unique visual traits compared to past Robinson productions. Take the visual cues emphasizing the perspective of his character's wife (stealthily played so well by Kate Mara). Or ingenious sequences like a subversion of the typical comedy movie "drug trip" set piece. These qualities make sure this isn't just a feature-length rehash of the hot dog suit man sketch. Robinson's ability to deliver belly-laughs remains intact, but DeYoung imbues plenty of new traits in here too, including a wintery backdrop nicely accentuating the desperation underpinning Friendship's protagonist. Also, Connor O'Malley has maybe the funniest line of the year with his declaration "we should still be in Afghanistan."

15. Blue Moon (dir. Richard Linklater)

Rare is the historical drama that begins with its titular lead drunkenly stumbling around in an alleyway before perishing. That opening sequence of Blue Moon establishes screenwriter Robert Kaplow and director Richard Linklater's melancholy ambiance as they chronicle one night in the life of lyricist Lorenz Hart. The whole feature takes place in one bar, yet Linklater, being the king of the hangout movie, makes a limited scope a virtue, not a shortcoming. Plus, this intimacy lets audience spend more time with Ethan Hawke's transformative turn as Hart. Kaplow's script gives Hawke so much riotously juicy dialogue ("cornstalks as high as an elephant's eye...it's just an unpleasant visual!") to sink his teeth into. Hawke's Hart is a motormouth know-it-all whose tangible romantic yearning and sorrow is heartbreaking. This richly nuanced incarnation of Hart is a privilege to spend two hours with, especially with Blue Moon's remarkable ensemble cast (Andrew Scott is so memorable here) and Linklater being at the top of his game. 

14. I'm Still Here (dir. Walter Salles)

A man is disappeared early on in I'm Still Here. This individual is one of many souls whisked off the street and erased from existence during the Brazil's military dictatorship. When Rubens Paiva is gone, though, his wife, Eunice (Fernanda Torres), and kids remain. And they won't stay silent. Director Walter Salles achingly portrays what it's like to exist, rebel, and advocate against injustice during unspeakable circumstances. Suffocating tension is palpable through every inch of the runtime and Torres conveys the sheer weight of these harrowing circumstances through the subtlest expressions. I'm Still Here is already a masterpiece before its series of epilogues that heartbreakingly depict how fascism's horrors reverberate for generations afterwards. Here is a movie whose scope, filmmaking, and stirring performances reduced me to a puddle of tears by the time the credits began rolling.

13. Eephus (dir. Carson Lund)


Contemplating the inevitability of growing old and things ending has rarely been as amusing as it is in Carson Lund's Eephus. This film follows two baseball teams (largely made up of middle-aged men) congregating on their beloved field for one last game before the diamond is bulldozed. Amusing lines are all over the place in this feature (I'm partial to a back-and-forth exchange related to pizza toppings) while the richly lived-in dynamic between the performers makes it feel like you've stumbled into a real baseball game. Life's finite nature keeps creeping into the margins of Eephus and fascinatingly informs a motion picture that already works like gangbusters as a hilarious hangout film. Lund's assuredness behind the camera in his directorial debut is outstanding, while Cliff Blake's endearing turn as Franny stands out as unforgettable in a cast stacked with great performances.

12. On Becoming a Guinea Fowl (dir. Rungano Nyoni)

“There are some things you cannot challenge.” This is one of many dehumanizing statements Shula (Susan Chardy) hears daily in writer/director Rungano Nyoni’s excellent On Becoming a Guinea Fowl. Nyoni’s filmmaking reaffirms the complicated psyches of women (like Shula) impacted by societally mandated ostracization of both women and sexual abuse survivors. Her visual reflections of these mindsets is stunning and makes use of everything from beaming red lights to ominous pools of water. On Becoming a Guinea Fowl has creative visuals to spare that lend such vivid insight into often silenced souls like Shula.

11. April (dir. Déa Kulumbegashvili)


Writer/director Déa Kulumbegashvili’s default filming approach to April is fascinating. Typically, she opts for extended unblinking shots that have no principal characters in the frame. Even when the script is focused on key figures in cramped indoor spaces, their faces are just cut off by the camera’s position. This creates bold images, but it’s also a perfect visual feat for reminding viewers of the larger world beyond lead character Nina (Ia Sukhitashvili). While she exists in a world where people often dismiss the humanity of those needing healthcare like abortions, April’s often expansive and unorthodox camerawork forces audiences to consider the grandness of existence. This is one of the many extraordinary concepts communicated by April’s one-of-a-kind visual impulses. To say Déa Kulumbegashvili’s understated work is extraordinary is an understatement. Like Eephus, April is a directorial debut radiating the energy of a cinema master.

10. If I Had Legs I'd Kick You (dir. Mary Bronstein)



Mary Bronstein’s relentlessly intense If I Had Legs I’d Kick You often left me chuckling as often it inspired my teeth to clench or nails to dig into my armrest. The madness of juggling so much in everyday existence is so absurdly towering that it loops back right into dark comedy. Bronstein deftly captures that reality in extremely memorable sequences like Linda (Rose Byrne) and her daughter realizing the hamster they’ve purchased is feral. Balancing that bleak comedy with a suffocating, anxiety-inducing atmosphere comes so naturally to Bronstein. Her filmmaking brings out career-best work in Byrne, who sheds any trace of her prior characters in her mesmerizing work as Linda. You can’t take your eyes off her bravura work. Also, who knew Conan O’Brien had a great character actor turn like his Legs performance (as an emotionally elusive therapist) in him?

9. The Alabama Solution (dir. Andrew Jarecki and Charlotte Kaufman)


Heartbreaking. That was the only word floating around in my mind as The Alabama Solution ended. To witness not only the brutality normalized in the American prison system, but also the rhetoric of powerful politicians like Alabama Attorney General Steve Marshall, who don't see prisoners as human beings...it makes one's soul ache. This documentary sharply rebukes those norms by letting various Alabama prisoners (providing testimonies through secretly filmed iPhone video calls) talk about their experiences and how they're challenging life-threatening structures. This production is already a magnificent accomplishment even before its final 35 minutes deliver an extra transfixing prisoner strike narrative thread. Documentary legend Barbara Kaplan would be proud of Solution's depiction of striking workers standing up against impossible odds. The Alabama Solution unflinchingly gazes upon American agony, but is equally relentless in its commitment to emphasizing the humanity of human beings enduring that agony.

8. Hamnet (dir. Chloe Zhao)



Chloe Zhao has a gift for creating immediately wistful images. Any frame from one of her features feels like a bittersweet memory from your own mind. That gift is excellently applied to Hamnet and the saga of William Shakespeare’s (Paul Mescal) wife, Agnes (Jessie Buckley). Even with countless movies about The Bard out there, few have felt as emotionally impactful or poignantly palpable as Hamnet. In Zhao’s hands, Agnes and her family do not come off as future historical icons. They’re just ordinary souls navigating the emotional anguish of everyday reality. That everyday nature aided by Buckley’s gut-wrenching lead performance. Whether she’s wailing in agony or silently gazing up to the sky, Buckley’s a marvel and full of deeply specific humanity. Zhao’s brand of bittersweet filmmaking is in especially rare form in the tremendously moving triumph that is Hamnet.

7. The Ugly Stepsister (dir. Emilie Blichfeldt)

Writer/director Emilie Blichfeldt's The Ugly Stepsister is a warped vision of the Cinderella story that could only come from a deranged mind. I mean that as the highest compliment! Bilchfeldt's penchant for imaginative stomach-churning imagery is such a refreshing contrast to so many modern horror films that're too buttoned up for their own good. The gag-inducing sights of chisels entering nostrils and lengthy tapeworms all serve a thought-provoking exploration of how ladies perceive their bodies and the creepy commodification of women. Tickling the brain and gag reflex in equal measure, The Ugly Stepsister is also full of thrilling visual flourishes, including terrific period-appropriate costumes. Like if Jacques Demy and Brian Yauza had a maniacal child, The Ugly Stepsister is an exquisitely demented trip. More cinema like this, please!

6. No Other Choice (dir. Park Chan-wook)

Speaking of freaky cinema, leave it to The Handmaiden and Decision to Leave director Park Chan-wook to make the perfect movie crystallizing the madness of finding a job in 2025. In age of LinkedIn scams, A.I. slop, and unchecked corporate consolidation, only the man who executed Oldboy's twist ending can make the ideal dark comedy reflection of this insane era. Chan-wook's chops are in top-notch form realizing this story about an ordinary man (Lee Byung-hun) who, desperate for a job, turns to murdering other people contending for the same job. The endlessly talented Byung-hun proves divine in handling bumbling comedy. Meanwhile, Choice's adaptation of Donald Westlake's novel The Ax keeps the engrossing twists coming at a steady clip. The darkly hysterical bloodshed and deeply human slip-ups are already fun on their own, but then Park Chan-wook drops the mic with No Other Choice's outstanding ending that echoes, of all things, The Irishman's final shot. This filmmaker's bravura madness has always been enthralling, but distinctly 2020s anguish ensures No Other Choice has Park Chan-wook working in an especially masterful mode.

4. The Voice of Hind Rajab (dir.

Jia Zhangke and Abbas Kiarostami's legacies of merging scripted dramatizations with material ripped from the real world is alive and well in writer/director Kaouther Ben Hania's The Voice of Hind Rajab. This motion picture follows Red Crescent volunteers answering an emergency call from Hind Rajab, who is trapped in a car in a Gaza warzone.  Actual audio of six-year-old Hind Rajab on that fateful January 2024 day is where The Voice of Hind Rajab's deployment of reality comes in. Her anguish and pleas for help devastate your heart, while the film around her carries an appropriate sense of grueling gravity. Meanwhile, Ben Hania's screenplay deftly illustrates how the endless injustices keeping aid from reaching Hind Rajab are a microcosm of a larger dehumanization of Palestinian lives. Such lives are given such vivid life through elements like Saja Kilani's performance as Rana. Though often framed only from the shoulders up, she's captivating portraying a woman who grows increasingly invested in Rajab's safety. The Voice of Hind Rajab is a filmmaking masterclass in so many ways, including its fusion of scripted material and gruelingly real examples of a modern genocide.

4. One Battle After Another (dir. Paul Thomas Anderson)

Like Lee Byung-hun, Leonardo DiCaprio spent 2025 proving that handsome actors often make the best goofballs on-screen. As Bob Ferguson in One Battle After Another, the former Titanic leading man hysterically channels Tim Robinson more than his suave huckster from Catch Me If You Can. Shockingly, he's not even the best performance in this Paul Thomas Anderson-directed masterpiece, a testament to how stacked this exemplary cast is. Every inch of this epic tome works like gangbusters, from Chase Infiniti's star-making lead turn to the awe-inspiring camerawork (watching this film in 70mm IMAX is a religious experience), to a script that gave the world phrases like "a semon demon" and "life, man...LIFE!", and a finale that ensured I'll never look at hills the same way again. Why can't every big-budget American movie be this endlessly fun and well-made? Viva la revolution indeed, and viva movies as excellent as One Battle After Another.


3. Sorry, Baby (dir. Eva Victor)

An unintentional recurring thread across some of 2025's greatest movies was how they allowed viewers to process the most harrowing parts of modern reality in cinematic confines. Whether it was an ongoing genocide in The Voice of Hind Rajab or No Other Choice depicting how late capitalism turns working-class people against each other, 2025's most overwhelming facets informed the year's most incredible motion pictures. Eva Victor's Sorry, Baby very much operated in that mold with its non-linear exploration of coping with sexual assault trauma. It's staggering how Victor excels in every area of Sorry, Baby, from their direction to their writing to their lead performance. Their craftsmanship informs a movie beautifully capturing the complexities of existing after the unthinkable. And that ending? I'm getting misty-eyed just thinking about it. Sorry, Baby is an extraordinary accomplishment from start to finish.

2. Sinners (dir Ryan Coogler)

Sinners is one of those movies so enthralling that I want to drop all pretense of being "professional" and just blabber in short phrases about its many virtues. That "I Lied to You" sequence that made my musical cinema geek heart soar. All the great dialogue, like "but you won't steal this pussy?" or the frequent villainous utterances of "SAMMY!" Don't forget that Irish jig sequence, the way aspect ratios shift in IMAX 70mm screenings, or Delroy Lindo as Delta Slim reminding everyone why he's an all-time great talent. I could go on and on...so allow me to also praise that scene where Sinners slows down for a quiet rendition of "Wild Mountain Thyme" and Wunmi Mosaku's vital work as Annie. Everything here doesn't just work. It all radiates showmanship that so many modern blockbusters lack. Sinners refused to skimp on the toe-tapping thrills, bloodshed, or pathos, and 2025's cinema scene was all the richer for it. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to listen to "I Lied to You" for the umpteenth time.

1. It Was Just An Accident (dir. Jafar Panahi)

Just like a great score, a single scene can sometimes solidify a movie as a masterpiece. Jafar Panahi's It Was Just an Accident has such a scene towards the end of its runtime in which Shiva (Mariam Afshari) confronts a man who may have previously tortured her. "You said I want your screams to etch the halls," Shiva announces, "Now I want yours to etch this Earth." I couldn't tear away from this scene (which is almost exclusively rendered in one unbroken take). Both Afshari's performance and writer/director Jafar Panahi's weave such a heartbreaking and transfixing portrait of the past and present colliding. Even before this scene, though, It Was Just an Accident is very much an extraordinary accomplishment. Panahi's depiction of how various torture survivors cope and respond to the idea of "revenge" makes for engrossing drama, especially since the camerawork and editing are so superb at keeping viewers uncertain where the proceedings are going next. Once Mariam Afshari nails her big climactic scene, there's just no way of avoiding how outstanding It Was Just an Accident truly is. Though carrying over many themes and Iran-specific events populating Panahi's prior classics like Taxi and No Bears, It Was Just an Accident is its own astonishing and haunting masterpiece.

Friday, December 5, 2025

There Are No Good Corporate Mergers

It's the late 60s. Per the Stephen M. Silverman book The Fox That Got Away: The Last Days of the Zanuck Dynasty at Twentieth Century-Fox, Fox head Dick Zanuck has become infatuated with how technology could impact the film business. Specifically, the text details how his associate Henry DeMeyer once pitched an idea for concocting surefire box office hits. "Take the components of a movie, feed them into a computer, and sit back and wait for a definite formula for a box office smash." The operation went nowhere, though. Per the book, DeMeyer later remarked "the computer kept spitting back everything we fed into it. We never did come up with a formula." 

From the very dawn of computers, though, movie studio heads were eager to eliminate artists and have hardware just make movies that could generate revenue. Executives were looking out for themselves and nobody else.

It's October 1947.  Walt Disney was still outraged when his animators went on strike in the early 1940s. He would later testify before HUAC that many of the artists seeking wages were communists out to "destroy" America. These artists were largely union organizers who wanted livable wages. Their lives and careers were ruined after this testimony. Walt would go on to both even greater power and higher financial stability in the last 20 years of his life. Once again, a studio executive looked out for himself and didn't think anything of the little man.

On and on the stories go, from the 1920s to 2025. Powerful studio heads and other executives often don't see the people working for them as human beings.  Accusations of MGM head Louis B. Mayer abusing and violating women (specifically, famous actresses under contract with the studio) are legendary. They're objects to grope and exert power over. They're "whiners" disrupting the workflow of the animation pipeline. They're expendable objects that a computer program could replace. All the while, these executives harbor delusions of procuring more and more power and dollars for their coffers. They will never spend every penny. They will never savor every ounce of power they amass. The point is not to enjoy the splendors of their debauchery. It's to loom over other people and temporarily say, "I'm king of the mountain."

It is December 2025. Netflix is poised to purchase Warner Bros. (along with the HBO Max streaming service) for $82 billion. The most optimistic read of this situation is "hey, Larry Ellison and his pro-surveillance state/pro-genocide company Skydance won't own WB at least." Otherwise, this is a disastrous move further consolidating entertainment industry power into fewer hands (and Silicon Valley hands at that). Everyone actually working in the global film industry, including European theater owners and various guilds representing American entertainment artists, knows this deal is bad for the industry. Of course it'll result in fewer movies getting made and fewer motion pictures getting traditional theatrical releases. 

Anonymous A-list filmmakers even sent out a letter yesterday to American politicians protesting this proposed merger as a blow to the film industry. Always a good sign when people have to complain anonymously out of fear of a corporation punishing them. Netflix CEO Ted Sarandos even reaffirmed this morning on a conference call with Wall Street his contempt for "theatrical windows" and sure seemed to indicate WB releases will eventually go straight to streaming. Earlier this year, I wrote a Pajiba piece chronicling the 10+ year hatred Sarandos has had for movie theaters, and it's truly insane. I presume Sarandos bathes in the tears of independent movie theater owners the same way Baron Harkonnen bathes in oil in Dune.

Sarandos declared this morning that "We’re highly confident in the regulatory process [of the Netflix/WB marger]. This deal is pro-consumer, pro-innovation, pro-worker, it’s pro-creator, it’s pro-growth.” He is lying. When this merger is completed (please it get blocked), thousands will be laid off. Countless movies will suddenly get their green lights revoked or erased entirely. We saw this when Discovery took over Warner Bros.We saw this when Disney bought 20th Century Fox. It's happening now with Skydance's conservative takeover of Paramount Pictures. The fates of Mouse Guard, Batgirl, and countless other movies are a warning sign for the future of Netflix and Warner Bros.

Countless people lost their jobs after the Disney/20th Century Fox merger in 2019 (heck, Blue Sky Studios went under entirely). 1,000 people recently lost their jobs at Paramount after the Skydance merger. The original WarnerDiscovery merger also resulted in catastrophic layoffs, including countless employees of color losing their jobs. That would inevitably happen here too. More people living paycheck to paycheck would lose everything.

From the days of Walt hating unions to Dick Zanuck salivating over a computer replacing screenwriters, the film industry has been built on rich executives screwing over working-class souls, consumers, and art itself. A modern landscape where monopolies are encouraged, Silicon Valley losers control everything, and "enshittification" is in full effect is bound to amplify those problems. Corporate mergers have always been bad for artists and consumers. A corporate merger enacted by the people who thought The Gray Man was worth spending $200+ million on is bound to be a nightmare.

What's really tragic about all this is that Netflix is a company (like so many Silicon Valley entities) built on isolation. This is a platform meant to keep you glued to your couch and not leave your house. To boot, they inundate you with "content" meant to make you scared of the outside world. This is a realm where stand-up specials full of cis-het male comedians lambasting racial minorities or regurgitating boogeyman rhetoric about trans people.reign supreme. Netflix's programming is about keeping you indoors and frightened of the larger world. Do not interact with people who don't look like you. Do not watch documentaries with challenging material that speak truth to power. Come, sink into the digital camerawork slop. Netflix's planned rampant use of generative AI in its platform will inevitably ensure its technology is used to further distance people from the real world and their neighbors. 

Meanwhile, WB's 2025 offerings like Sinners, Weapons, and One Battle After Another brought strangers into theaters to engage with and enjoy completely original storytelling together. These were communal experiences centered on films that often emphasized the joys of being with other human beings. The juke joint in Sinners. One Battle After Another depicting everyone from skateboards to random hospital workers to two guys on the side of a road as being heroes. Even the Weapons finale focused on kids banding together to destroy a villainous witch. 

Will we get those experiences again with Netflix owning Warner Bros.? I presume even Sarandos knows A Minecraft Movie and the biggest DC movies don't do as well with two weeks of play in a handful of theaters. However, the next original movie equivalents to Sinners and One Battle After Another will likely suffer the same fate as other quality movies like Shirkers, The 40 Year Old Version, The Death of Dick Johnson that went straight to Netflix: obscurity. We're staring at the inevitable end result of both Ronald Reagan's monstrous pro-corporate merger agenda and "the entire US economy right now [being] 7 companies sending a trillion fake dollars back and forth to each other."

Here's the good news, at least: this merger isn't happening tomorrow. It'll take roughly a year for it to go through (allegedly WB is spinning off its TV operations into a separate company in summer 2026 before Netflix purchases the film studio and HBO Max), which could ensure there is time for anti-trust challenges to bubble up. I'd also imagine the various WB movies scheduled for release between now and the end of 2027 have ironclad contracts guaranteeing normal theatrical releases. Most of all, we can make our voices heard.

Protest this merger. Support local unions, independent movie theaters, and the organizations crusading for the rights of individuals who will be affected by this merger. Donate to GoFundMe's and crowdfunding campaigns supporting the communities and people Netflix's corporate standards clearly don't care about. These billionaires and powerful corporations want to make the proletariat feel powerless. We're not. We have power, and we have each other. There are no good corporate mergers, but there are countless ways we can endure in this capitalistic hellscape. Do not give up. And hey, maybe go see a good movie on the big screen with other people.

Monday, December 1, 2025

Marty Supreme plays an engrossing and chaotic game only director Josh Safdie could realize

Marty Mauser (Timothée Chalamet) wants to win. Badly. This 23-year-old makes his income as a shoe salesman in New York, harbors a secret relationship with married lady Rachel Mizler (Odessa A'zion), and dedicates himself to the ping-pong world. This is 1953. Most in America haven't even heard of the game. But Mauser is convinced he's the American legend this game needs. So deep is his conviction that he'll do anything to make it in the global ping-pong championships, including taking some money he's "owed" from his uncle and (playfully) holding people at gunpoint.

Mauser speaks a mile a minute, exudes immense confidence, and is always selling something (namely himself). He's also got no money, and the consequences of his short-sighted actions tend to come back and bite him tenfold. In other words, he's the kind of hapless, sweaty, and frantic protagonist that's defined so much of writer/director Josh Safide's work (see also: Good Time, Daddy Longlegs, Uncut Gems). Mauser fully believes he's destined for the big time. He'll do anything to get there. He's got his eyes on the ball, but actually striking that ball is a whole other story.

In 2002, country music legends Brooks & Dunn posited that "You can take the girl out of the honky tonk But you can't take the honky tonk /take the honky tonk out of the girl." Marty Supreme similarly proves you can take Josh Safdie out of scrappy indie fare, but you can't take the scrappy indie fare out of Josh Safdie. This $70 million budgeted has a far bigger scope than The Pleasure of Being Robbed, but Safdie's gift for captivatingly intense chaos hasn’t been lost in the process. More dollar bills hasn’t resulted in a feature any less armrest-clenching than Howard Ratner's exploits across New York City's Diamond District.

Happily, that unpredictability is filtered heavily through often hysterical dark comedy. Much like fellow 2025 cinema winner Weapons was an uber-refined campfire yarn, Marty Supreme is often an extra grimy take on a screwball comedy. One thing after another goes wrong for Marty Mauser as his various transgressions and mishaps pile on top of each other. No betrayal or act of thievery goes unchecked here. Everything gets either a payoff or amusing escalation. In his own unique way, Josh Safdie keeps the spirit of Bringing Up Baby and Design for Living alive and well.

Channeling those motion pictures ensures Marty Supreme is a riot for its entire runtime. It’s all go-go-go disorder constantly serving up outsized laughs and tremendously memorable performances. Those turns hail from an incredibly eclectic cast* that includes everyone from Gwyneth Paltrow to Phillippe Petit to Géza Röhrig to even Mitchell Wenig, one of the twins from Uncut Gems. Beyond just delivering electric acting, the wide array of Marty Supreme performers amusingly reflects just how obsessive Marty Mauser is. He’ll go anywhere and talk to anyone to turn his ambitions into tangible reality. How else to explain his exploits including encounters with characters played by Tyler the Creator and Abel Ferrara?

As the camera follows Mauser encountering these various colorful characters, I was reminded how glorious the lived-in aesthetic of Safdie’s work is. One of Mauser’s go-to New York spots I a dingy pool hall full of ping-pong players. One look at this place and you can discern decades of wear and tear in every inch of these walls. I could suddenly feel the textures of those rickety ping-pong tables or taste the cigarette smoke clouding up the air. Populating these domiciles with transfixing non-professional actors amplifies their realism.

Much like Good Time and Uncut Gems, Marty Supreme chronicles realms so fascinatingly exuding reality. It feels like audiences are flies on the wall watching all this stressful turmoil play out in real time. Chalk this quality also up to Darius Khondji’s 35mm cinematography. Shooting on film lends Marty Supreme an incredibly riveting look. Colors pop off the screen, and the occasional flickers of film-based imperfections perfectly complement both Supreme’s 1953 setting and the ramshackle world Marty Mauser is concocting. Plus, this style of shooting harkens back to vintage Big Apple indie movies (like Ferrara's most famous works). Marty Supreme successfully channels Ms. 45 in its visual aesthetic rather than contemporary digital drivel.  

For many reading this review, though, Khondji’s cinematography or the excellent Daniel Lopatin score aren't what you want to know. Marty Supreme is being marketed as the Timothée Chalamet and it's his performance that everyone's eagerly awaiting word on.

I technically saw Chalamet for the first time in a movie in Interstellar, but the first time he left a major impression was playing conspiratorial fuckboi Kyle Scheible in Lady Bird. Here, Chalamet was so cringingly in touch with reality, portraying an aloof guy obsessed with "secret" government schemes and much less privy to the feelings of the film's titular lead. His comic timing and willingness to play someone so jaggedly imperfect were impressive. Those qualities materialize yet again with Marty Supreme. Here, Chalamet is playing a guy so consumed with intense energy that it’s a wonder Marty Mauser doesn’t pop a blood vessel.

Chalamet proves a natural with Safdie and Ronald Bronstein’s trademark style of motormouth dialogue. He’s also so smooth at playing Mauser’s in salesman mode. There are moments where it’s totally clear why this 23-year-old keeps winning people over thanks to Chalamet’s charms. He can get viewers temporarily invested in Mauser’s hairbrained schemes even when the character’s flaws and downfall are evident. Part huckster, part humorous loser, part insufferable dreamer (complimentary), plus a pinch of an engaging underdog protagonist, Chalamet’s performance has got it all. Unlike in last year’s A Complete Unknown, where he was just doing a cover of Bob Dylan’s mannerisms, Marty Supreme lets Chalamet deliver a freshly singular performance.

Odessa A'zion is the other major standout in Supreme’s sprawling cast, particularly with her ability to exude a consistently tangible personality in scenes where she’s playing opposite Chalamet. This leading man is going for it, but A’zion can 100% keep step with him. Meanwhile, Luke Manley and Tyler Konma are incredibly engaging in supporting turns as tragically supportive figures to Mauser that get caught in his toxic gravitational pull.

Just as magnetic as any Marty Supreme actor is the film’s editing, courtesy of Bronstein and Safdie. The duo makes any ping pong-heavy sequence extraordinarily absorbing. It's always a thrill when sports movies get me on the edge of my seat for athletic displays I don't care about in real life. So it is with Marty Supreme, which had me clutching my fists and quietly murmuring "oooo" as uncertainty consumed the screen. Marty Mauser is far from a surefire winner in his escapades. All that dynamite editing, though, encapsulates how Marty Supreme is downright triumphant as a cinematic experience.

* I do have to dock some points, though, for casting right-wing doofuses like David Mamet and Kevin O'Leary in this. Platforming and normalizing these guys is the wrong kind of gag-inducing. Please give these gigs to folks who aren't cheering on fascism. 

Sunday, November 23, 2025

Five Best Lesbian Moments In Wicked: For Good



MASSIVE SPOILERS FOR WICKED: FOR GOOD AHEAD 

Now that the final song has been sung, wizard dethroned, and bubble popped, the Wicked duology has come to a close. In its wake, these two Jon M. Chu directorial efforts have left plenty of memorable musical numbers, performances, and costumes that people won't forget anytime soon. Also unlikely to slip from people's radar? The underlying queerness simmering under every scene Elphaba and Glinda share. The first film's version of "Popular" had so much extra queer tension in its blocking (they're always sooooo close to kissing), and Wicked: For Good didn't do anything to shake off the idea that these two were more than "roommates."

Now that these films are finished, I thought it'd be fun to break down the best lesbian-coded scenes in Wicked: For Good. They might not register as gay to the general public, but lemme tell you, us lesbians in the theater, we saw it all. Grab your silver/ruby slippers and let's break down the best lesbian-coded moments from Wicked: For Good.

Elphaba and Glinda's First Date...at a Craft Store



The very first Wicked: For Good scene is a flashback to Elphaba and Glinda going on their first date in the Emerald City before that whole "Defying Gravity" business. In this set piece, the pair head into a craft store that, because this is the mystical land of Oz, doesn't just sell cardboard paper and crayons. There's an abundance of oddball items in here with names that will sound familiar to anyone from the lesbian community. Glinda reaches out for a hole-puncher that's called a "carpet muncher" in this realm. Meanwhile, Elphaba is enamored with a vibrating item (supposedly to help stamp objects) the "clam smacker." During their visit, Glinda also refers to herself as a "pillow princess" because she likes to do crafts in bed while wearing her princess get-up.

To most, this is just a cute bonding experience. For lesbian viewers? C'mon, dykes are always going into craft stores on first dates. These lewd object names just seal the lesbian atmosphere, particularly whenever the two keep returning to how important it is to grab "scissors" while they're in this hot spot. 

Elphaba's New Wicked Witch Attire


When Elphaba takes on the "Wicked Witch of the West" mantle, she dons all-black garb that will look familiar to anyone who's seen a certain 1939 Victor Fleming directorial effort. However, the other way she solidifies via her wardrobe that she's a new person? Elphaba's now rocking a carabiner on her waist. This item now dangling from her belt is an obvious sign that Elphaba is a friend of Dorothy (how ironic!). She even shows off the various keys and tools she's carrying on the carabiner to Glinda before this plucky witch's wedding day. How can this be read as anything but a decidedly lesbian moment?

Elphaba and Glinda's Awkward Conversation With The Wizard


Jeff Goldblum's Wizard of Oz is a very bad man on multiple levels, there can be no denying. However, what really solidifies his villainy isn't that he's keeping a bunch of animals locked up or his proclivity for lying. It's his dialogue in the "Wonderful" musical number where he tries to lure Elphaba over to his side (Glinda is also involved in this coercion). The Wizard interrupts his crooning to start asking some very odd questions to Elphaba and Glinda like, "Which one of you is the boy in the relationship? Which one is the girl?" He also, for some reason, believes all queer women know who Tracy Chapman is, as seen by his insistently asking Elphaba for her phone number over and over again. Most cis-het moviegoers will only see The Wizard's duplicitiousness regarding Oz's animals as the reason he's a bad man. However, lesbian audiences will immediately know that The Wizard's tone-deaf questions to these two women really solidify his treachery.

Elphaba And Glinda's Big Gay Musical Number


"For Good" might be the most memorable Elphaba/Glinda musical number in Wicked: For Good, sure. But how could anyone give a cold shoulder to their other big duet, when they harmonize a cover of Avril Lavigne's "Girlfriend" together? This is one sequence I've been shocked to hear cis-het audiences declare has no gay annotation. For one thing, they're singing lyrics like "Hey, hey, you, you, I could be your girlfriend" directly into each other's eyes before smooching. For another, Elphaba's explicitly topping and eating out Glinda (all on-screen) for a portion of this musical number, in what's clearly a homage to the mixture of sexual intercourse and singing in the "We Love Each Other Very Much" set piece in 2021's Annette. We also learn that the duo's safe word in rougher sex is "clocktick," while the phrase "mommy" is heard constantly throughout the scene. Juggling all these elements (the sexual imagery, the looks into Elphaba and Glinda's sexual preferences, and the elaborate dance numbers) in a "Girlfriend" cover is an incredible balancing act in addition to being such a dynamite depiction of graphic lesbian passion. "For Good" is the Elphaba/Glinda tune that gets people crying. This graphically sexual "Girlfriend" sequence, meanwhile, also had lesbians crying...tears of joy. 

That Ending


Glinda and Elphaba inevitably have to part ways at the end of Wicked: For Good.  However, the script does see them reunite years later (kind of) in a direct recreation of Portrait of a Lady on Fire's bittersweet conclusion. This explicit homage might be cloying or derivative in other contexts. However, mimicking every inch of Fire's finale (particularly in the camerawork) provides an appropriately bittersweet wrap-up to Elphaba and Glinda's journey. The ones we love and romances that change our lives forever, none of it goes on forever. Nor do these dynamics end how we'd want them to. We must cherish the connections we have in the moment and appreciate how they changed us (for good) once they're over. Just like in Portrait of a Lady on Fire's unforgettable ending, the profound impact two queer women had on each other (even when they can't hold each other's hands again) is astonishingly tangible.

Plus, this direct homage further entrenches Wicked: For Good in lesbian culture. Its ceaseless deluge of references to cornerstones of lesbian history (Tracy Chapman, Celine Sciamma, Marsha P. Johnson, etc) intertwine formative modern-day dyke media with the individuals who made our community possible. This is the artistic prowess of the unabashedly queer Wicked: For Good and its five best lesbian moments that totally happened. I swear. 

Saturday, November 22, 2025

Why and When Did Animated Disney Movies Start Dominating Thanksgiving Weekend?

Zootopia 2's arrival on November 26, 2025 marks the latest in a long line of films in the Walt Disney Animation Studios canon to open in wide release over Thanksgiving weekend. While the original Zootopia debuted in March 2016, this furry sequel is dropping in a timeframe that the Mouse House's animated offerings have ruled for eons. The eight biggest Thanksgiving opening weekends in history belong to animated Disney fare, while even live-action Mouse House films like 1996's 101 Dalmations or 2007's Enchanted have often debuted over this timeframe hoping to get in on this box office action.

But why do Walt Disney Animation Studios movies open over Thanksgiving? When did this holiday become the de facto launchpad for Disney's homegrown animated projects (plus a handful of Pixar movies)?

One thing to remember is that, before the 1970s, the way films were released was drastically different. As  Tom Brueggemann helpfully notes in his March 2022 IndieWire piece "‘The Godfather’ Helped Invent the Blockbuster, Even Before ‘Jaws’ and ‘Star Wars’"...

"The standard M.O. for an anticipated hit was to open in one or two theaters each in New York and Los Angeles, on the same day or close together (usually Wednesday), and add more in the weeks to come. It might take a month or more for the top 200 markets to get a title, and even longer to reach outlying theaters."

The Godfather and especially Jaws forever changed theatrical release patterns by immediately launching into hundreds of theaters across the country.

For the purposes of this piece, it's important to remember this when considering when and where Disney released its earliest animated movies. These titles were expected to make bank long-term, not just over six or eight weeks. Thus, some (by modern standards) odd release dates were chosen for the very first Walt Disney Animation Studios titles. Pinocchio dropped in early February 1940, while Dumbo launched in late October 1941. Interestingly, Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs debuted four days before Christmas 1937. Here was the first example in history of Disney Animation and the holidays being bedfellows.

Only one of the pre-1970 Disney Animation Studios titles (Fantasia) dropped in November, a month that this outfit would later dominate.. Summertime and February were instead the go-to launchpads for the studio in the 1950s. The Jungle Book began rolling out to the public in December 1967, where it quickly garnered record-shattering grosses for an animated Disney film. This may have been one of the earliest signs of how well Disney Animation Studios titles could do in the final weeks of the year. 

In the pre-VHS days, Disney also constantly re-released its animated movies into theaters, usually every seven or eight years. Could this have been where the Mouse House got the idea for Thanksgiving as a lucrative launchpad for animated movie releases? Concrete data on exact release dates for all of these reissues is sometimes hard to track down in the modern world. However, Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs doesn't appear to have had a big pre-1987 Thanksgiving reissue (it was largely re-released in February or November). Fantasia's various reissues weren't centered on Thanksgiving either, ditto Dumbo.

Even after The Godfather and Jaws changed how movies were released theatrically, Disney kept releasing titles like The Rescuers and The Fox and the Hound in June or July. It wasn't until Oliver & Company opened over the pre-Thanksgiving weekend in 1988 that a new release date norm was established for Disney Animation Studios releases. Six years earlier, animated feature The Last Unicorn opened in the pre-Thanksgiving slot and got run over financially by E.T. the Extra-Terrestrial (then six months into its run). It was 1986's An American Tail, though, that really proved the Thanksgiving timeframe could be lucrative for animated family fare.

This Don Bluth directorial effort (produced by Steven Spielberg) racked up big numbers in a domestic run that not only thrived over Thanksgiving but also end of December holidays one month later. If a family movie took off at Thanksgiving, it could make money over multiple lucrative holidays. Disney re-released Cinderella over Thanksgiving 1987, while also launching Touchstone Pictures comedy Three Men and a Baby over the same holiday frame. Not only did Cinderella gross $34 million over this domestic relaunch, but Three Men and a Baby became the biggest movie of 1987 in North America.

An American Tail was no fluke. Animated cinema could really thrive over Thanksgiving weekend. Three Men and a Baby, meanwhile, showed how high the lifetime grosses could be for Turkey Day blockbusters. Oliver & Company launched over Thanksgiving 1988, while The Little Mermaid flourished over the same holiday in 1989. The next three Disney Animation Studios releases would debut over Thanksgiving to increasingly massive numbers. 1994's The Lion King would start a new trend of annual Disney Animation Studios titles debuting in June, however, 1995's Toy Story kept the tradition of animated Disney Thanksgiving releases alive and well. A Bug's Life and Toy Story 2 would open over this frame to massive numbers before the end of the 20th century.

In 2008, Bolt marked only the second Disney Animation Studios release (following Treasure Planet) to open either over or directly before the Thanksgiving frame. Two years later, Tangled expanded into wide release on Wednesday, November 24, the day before Thanksgiving. Fittingly, the first fully-animated Disney fairy tale musical to open over Thanksgiving since 1992's Aladdin was also the feature to resurrect Disney Animation Studios as a box office powerhouse. Frozen, Moana, and Pixar release Coco further solidified Disney's dominance over the Thanksgiving frame.

What's extra fascinating about Disney's continued success in this realm is how Thanksgiving weekend is often not ideal for movies to launch in. If a movie don't immediately take off over this holiday frame, it quickly gets pushed out of theaters by the deluge of new December movies. It's feast or famine in this holiday zone. To wit, only five non-Disney features (Creed II, Four Christmases, Creed, Back to the Future: Part II, and Knives Out) have had $26+ million three-day weekend debuts over Thanksgiving. Disney, meanwhile, can attest to how dangerous this release spot can be. The Good Dinosaur, Wish, and Strange World all bombed over this holiday weekend and then quickly vanished from theaters.

So entrenched is the studio's output in this timeframe that it's hard to believe that this release date tradition is less than 40 years old. One would think that Thanksgiving and new animated Disney family movies have been hand-in-hand since Floyd Norman first walked into the Disney studio. However, this release date strategy is still comparatively new in the 100+ year history of the Mouse House. It's also a standard inspired by an immigrant mouse and Tom Selleck (so many things in show business are). With Disney already scheduling Hexed and Frozen 3 for the next two Thanksgiving weekends, the Mouse House won't be abandoning this weekend anytime soon. 

That's despite this being the place where poor Treasure Planet perished so dramatically at the box office. Poor Jim Hawkins and Morph, y'all deserved better.




Sunday, November 16, 2025

This Is Not For You

Boy, do I ever relate to Isabel Sandoval's weariness in this image from the excellent movie Lingua Franca.


Darkness has fallen on Dallas
And I'm exhausted.
Two screenings in a day
Will wipe anyone out.

I saunter into my apartment's elevator
Wearing a black-and-white dress
Oh, the fabric's so soft and fun to touch
And it's even got pockets! How divine!

Heaving a tired sigh, I continue gazing at my phone
I barely notice the man in front of me
Who lugged a bike into this cramped space
A rubber wheel now inches from my shoes.

I'm standing in the back corner
The bike in front of me
This strange man standing next to this two-wheeler
Suddenly, the man murmurs something

At first, I assume he's talking to himself
As I'm also wont to do.
But no, he stares at me,
This 60-ish year old man, grins and speaks again.

"Beg pardon?" I blurt out.
"I said, you look sexy," he declares
And suddenly, the optics of this tiny space
Are entirely different

Prviously, the bike in front of me
It was just a random object.
Now, it's a barrier. I'm trapped.
The elevator door feels miles away

"It's just a compliment," the man remarks
"You look sexy," he repeats as the doors open
Always a good sign when you have to clarify
That what you said totally wasn't creepy.

He moves his bike an inch, and I zoom away
An already stressful night now extra draining.
Only once I'm inside my apartment
Do I exhale.

Safe. Temporarily safe.

Two nights later, I'm alone at the local lesbian bar.
A week of toiling away at my laptop
And not being around gay people
Has left me counting down the seconds until this rendezvous 

Time for some karaoke and maybe 
A little bit of flirting with other lesbians.
While I'm sitting, reading, waiting for the karaoke to start,
A tall, 30-something man approaches, grinning

He's towering over me, inches away from my body.
"Hey!" he calls out. I burrow myself deeper in the book
I feign a yawn
Anything to indicate I'm busy.

He won't leave. He's circling me, occasionally
Calling out once more "hey!"
After a minute of this, I look into his eyes
And I see sickening desire

He thinks he's smooth. 
Any word out of his mouth
And women will drop their panties for him.
Anyone who doesn't is a cunt he can rant about on Reddit.

He leans down and asks me "what's you name?"
There will be no names exchanged between us.
I only looked up to say, "I don't want to talk to people."
A simple "ah" escapes his lips and he walks away
Probably to send incendiary texts to his buddies
About "the rude bitch at the bar, I was just being nice!"

Two hours later, I'm on the dance floor 
Shaking my legs and arms to Megan Thee Stallion and Doja Cat
I'm oh so white and have motor skills issues
Stemming from my autism

I know I can't dance
But it's fun to move the body to powerful music
And imagine these glorious women are including you
In their lyrics about "sexy women" on the dance floor

Since the dance floor's largely empty
I'm incorporating some kicks and 
Outsized hand movements in my dances
One guy on this dance floor didn't like that

Seemingly appearing out of the ether was this random man
Who stood right in front of me and wagged his finger, "no."
Even with the loud music, I could tell he then declared,
"Let me show you how to dance."

Thank God a man has appeared to instruct me how to dance.
I humor for one second, 
This guy who looks like Temu DJ Khaled
But he immediately grows visibly agitated 
Over my inability to follow his visual instructions
Sorry, random asshole, 
Dance floors aren't good teaching spaces

With this guy standing over me and now obsessed 
With molding me into a "proper" dance
I decide to call it a night
I bolt from the dance floor
It's time to go home

And be safe. Temporarily safe.

This is not for you.
This dress I wear?
My body?
My glittery makeup?
It's not for you, cis-het men.

Not just because I'm a lesbian
(That too, though, ewwwww, men)
But also because women 
Aren't your fucking property.
No woman deserves this harassment.


Who the fuck do you think you are?
Telling me how to dance?
Asking me, "do you date?"
When I'm walking to my apartment?

Why the fuck would you ask me
"Does watching trans porn make me gay?"
While you're driving me in an Uber?
Why would you put your arms around me
As if I'm some object to hold
And not a human being recoiling at your palms.


Nothing about my wardrobe, personality,
Or life is meant for your eyes or pleasure.
I do not want your compliments.
I crave not your teachings.
My nights aren't spent thinking
"Won't some man circle me,
Like a vulture hovering over a perishing critter,
And constantly pester me? That'd be a dream!"

I want to scream.
I want to cry
I want to just bellow from a rooftop
"THIS IS NOT FOR YOU!"
I wear my dresses, makeup, and glitter
To make myself smile when I look in the mirror
And feel a little more comfortable in my own skin
It's not an invitation for male hands, words, and eyes.

Misogyny and male toxicity are relentless.
I know this will happen again.
There will be further men seeing me
As just an item, they can possess

But they're not gonna stop me
The world is pain. Existence is often suffering.
Leaving the house means possibly encountering
The worst people and unexpected dysphoria.

It also means
Possibly encountering a non-binary comrade
Who loves my friendship bracelets.
Or another lesbian
Who is also bamboozled the DJ's playing
This random P!nk song in a dyke bar.
Or finding a fellow film fan
In the DVD section at Half Price Books. 
Or meeting a lovely, gender reaffirming 
Waffle House server who adores my makeup.

"This is not for you."
That's true of my body
And gender presentation.
It also applies to my experiences
Venturing alone into the outside world.
Those voyages are for meeting longtime friends
And encountering other lovely people
These experiences are not for impromptu
Dance floor instructors
Or creepy elevator guys with bikes.

I spent the day after my nightmare
Lesbian bar experiences an exhausted shell.
But I won't let these men keep me down.
I'll keep wearing my dresses and makeup.
I won't just stay "temporarily safe".

My body is not for you, toxic men.
My clothes are not for you.
And my life is certainly not yours to control.
Fuck off, you menacing bastards.
"This is not for you" and it never will be.