
What a confluence of greatness here. Martin Scorsese and a collection of artists have given us a gift of stunning cinema that’s also a big, epic movie. And it is so much fun to watch.

A likeable enough adaptation, but throughout, I couldn’t help but wonder how the novel’s legions of fans would take to it. Because there has been a major change to this none-too-subtle story of womanhood in the 1950’s, maybe because the filmmakers thought there weren’t “Lessons” enough in the much beloved book?

Bruce Springsteen’s “Addicted to Romance”, written to accompany the credits on Rebecca Miller’s film, is lithe and lovely. Too bad the movie itself is anything but.

This sizzling psychological thriller is a lot more fun than it probably should be. Because premiering writer/director Chole Domont is tackling some heavy duty stuff here. And, for the most part, she delivers a compelling, all too contemporary puzzle we’ll be putting together long after the film is over.

There are many delicious moments in Pablo Larrain’s vampire allegory. I just wish there had been more of them to sink our teeth into.

There’s a parallel to be made between the refined palate offerings of Carmy’s Michelin-aiming new restaurant and the glorious arc of this season. Because each new episode, most named after something foodie, brings us a perfect blend of the salty, sweet, sour, bitter and savory. It’s not just ambitious stuff, it delivers. And boy, is it delicious.