around the office it’s not uncommon to hear the phrase “great things don’t come out every [expletive] fucking year”, often followed by “if you’re lucky, once in a decade – but, i mean, it’s a [expletive] fucking miracle if a generation produces one great thing”, and then maybe an hour and a half lecture on godard or kali malone.

here below are three good movies.

killers of the flower moon, scorsese

priscilla, coppola

anatomy of a fall, triet

go see them, one might make the cut to great. who knows? by lsd