I have learned nothing other than that Melania loves heels. PR, propaganda, sure, but no documentary in sight.

Melania has a perfectly unflinching and unwavering countenance of disdain no matter what’s going on. You almost have to respect it, though I hesitate to use the word “respect” anywhere in the vicinity of this “movie”.

There’s this one segment where Melania walks out of the church in NY to Aretha Franklin’s live rendition of Amazing Grace. Here’s my theory: I think…

Enchanting, electric, and explosive. The destructive capacity of obsession, and the blood-stained bricks which pave the road to glory. This is a Safdie movie through and through– it feels like Uncut Gems' younger brother who decided to dabble in the art of conning. Table Tennis is merely the groundwork: Mouser is the film.

Thank you, truly, to a movie that had my heart thumping and had me cheesing at the screen. Every next step had me guessing, and much like…

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Like a tiger prowling through the grasses of the savanna, Sentimental Value inched forward, carefully observing, laying its foundation, planning its attack, then launched out and struck, when I least expected it, tearing me in half and gnawing at the remains, leaving me awe-stricken by the unbelievably rich story it had quietly spun over its runtime.

I'll be more direct, putting aside the violent metaphor. Sentimental Value features some of the most sincere and honest dialogue and character…