Ranking Every Movie of 2025 (sort of)

Jeremy BeckFeatures
Cassandra Naud in Influencers; Sophie Thatcher in Companion; Brad Pitt in F1; Sydney Sweeney in The Housemaid; Margaret Qualley in Honey Don't

Yesterday, in unveiling my list of my favorite movies of 2025, I bemoaned the future of Warner Bros.—how it was likely to be acquired by either Netflix (which would be bad) or Paramount (which would also be bad). Well, later that day, Netflix announced that it was refusing to match Paramount’s latest bid, meaning David Zaslav and Larry Ellison will soon meet in the moonlight and lock horns and drink each other’s blood or perform whatever rituals are required when demonic billionaires finalize a disastrous sale. It’s a terrible outcome that bodes poorly for the fate of cinema.

But that’s for the future; right now, we’re still focusing on the (very recent) past. I perform this exercise annually, “ranking” all of each year’s new movies but really just dividing them into discrete tiers. It’s partly designed as a personal recordkeeping mechanism, but it might also serve those of you who are interested in checking out recent releases and want to know where to find them (I append streaming data next to each title, along with the director’s name). Read More

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The Best Movies of 2025

Jeremy BeckTop 10 Lists
Renate Reinsve in Sentimental Value; Eva Victor in Sorry, Baby; Michael B. Jordan in Sinners; Daniel Craig in Wake Up Dead Man; Cate Blanchett in Black Bag

The movies are thriving. It’s the movie business that’s in trouble.

Just ask Warner Bros. The two wolves of art and finance have long battled for cinema’s soul, but rarely has a major studio had a better year critically and commercially than WB in 2025. It cranked out three huge hits—Sinners, F1, and Weapons—that also happened to be well-regarded original productions. Two of those landed Best Picture nominations, and Sinners is essentially the Oscars’ co-favorite alongside One Battle After Another—another Warner property. The company also did well on the IP front, delivering a smash-hit videogame adaptation that wasn’t entirely soulless (A Minecraft Movie), a solid superhero flick (Superman), and a diverting sequel to an enduring horror franchise (Final Destination Bloodlines). (There was also another lucrative Conjuring film in the mix, which, whatever.) So what happened next? David Zaslav, the corporation’s president/hatchet man, responded to such prosperity just as you’d expect: He put the studio up for sale.

The fight to acquire Warner Bros. and its stockpile of assets seems designed to evoke the tagline to Alien vs. Predator. In one corner is Netflix, the streaming “disruptor” that views theatrical exhibition as an existential threat to its preferred conception of movie-watching: hitting “Play” on whatever title your algorithm recommends so you can have some background noise while you’re doing the dishes. In the other is Paramount, the legacy studio owned by a right-wing billionaire whose primary focus seems to be reshaping his TV network such that it never says anything that might hurt the feelings of the notoriously fickle Trump administration. Neither scenario promises a vibrant outlook for American moviegoing, much less the possibility of a theatrical slate as rich and varied as the one Warner Bros. put out last year. Read More

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Wuthering Heights review: Promising Stung Woman

Jeremy BeckReviews
Jacob Elordi and Margot Robbie in Wuthering Heights

In the opening scene of Emily, Charlotte Brontë disparages Wuthering Heights as “an ugly book, base and ugly.” Emerald Fennell must have missed that memo. To be sure, this umpteenth screen adaptation of Emily Brontë’s novel is suffused with crude, primal emotions: lust, hatred, anguish, cruelty, more lust. But because Fennell fancies herself one of modern cinema’s most flamboyant stylists, her version clothes this vulgarity in beauty and extravagance. This is not your literature professor’s Wuthering Heights; this is more of the music-video edition.

Does that make it sacrilegious or sensible? Maybe a bit of both. I am not sure we needed another update of Brontë’s classic, much less one so high-strung and turgid. At the same time, if you are going to reimagine an article of the literary canon, you may as well do so with some flair. Fennell’s first two movies, Promising Young Woman and Saltburn, were original conceits, (arguably) teeming with provocative ideas and piercing insights into contemporary class and gender. Now pivoting from the freedoms of invention to the constraints of adaptation, she has redirected her inflammatory instincts away from theme and toward feverish form. The results may not be great, but at least they’re distinctive. Read More

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Send Help review: Triangle of Madness

Jeremy BeckReviews
Rachel McAdams and Dylan O'Brien in Send Help

Rachel McAdams is a babe. It’s been over two decades since she broke out with the one-two summer punch of Mean Girls (where she played a scholastic queen bee) and The Notebook (where she portrayed the object of Ryan Gosling’s eternal devotion), and her wholesome sex appeal hasn’t waned a bit. Even when she tamps down her natural vivacity—as a dogged spy in A Most Wanted Man, as a subjugated housewife in Disobedience—her spark of glamour remains irrepressible. So it’s both a stretch and a joke that Send Help finds McAdams playing Linda Liddle, a socially maladroit office drone with stringy hair, a prominent pimple on her chin, and an even larger mole on her cheek. As her onomatopoetic surname suggests, Linda is meek, weak, and mousy. If Regina George didn’t terrorize her in high school, it’s only because Linda was too small to be noticed.

Less total loser than thankless nobody, Linda works in the accounting strategy and planning department of a generic firm, where her rigorous calculations get co-opted by her dismissive male superiors. (The screenplay, by Damian Shannon and Mark Swift, intentionally keeps her job’s details vague.) She may know numbers, but her personality is radioactive; when she tries to invite herself to a planned karaoke outing, her coworkers stare at her like she’s speaking an alien language. Linda’s fumbling is especially unfortunate given that she’s desperate to impress her new boss, a preening hotshot named Bradley (Dylan O’Brien) with custom loafers, a private putting machine, and a lifelong membership in the boys’ club. He seems approachable enough (“Open door policy!”), but he’s an oily prick who wants nothing to do with her; when she traps him by her cubicle, his face goes through several stages of agony as he gradually resolves to wipe a smudge of tuna fish off her lip. There’s no possible scenario where Bradley would truly value Linda. Is there? Read More

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Ranking Every TV Show of 2025: The Complete List

Jeremy BeckTV Rankings
Gary Oldman in Slow Horses; Hannah Einbinder in Hacks; Jennifer Aniston in The Morning Show; Jeremy Allen White in The Bear; Noah Wyle in The Pitt

Look, I’m not naïve, I get how the internet works. After all, I just spent a week ranking 97 different TV shows. Sure, maybe you’re interested in where a particular series landed on my exhaustive list, but do you really want to read the 13,000 words I spent analyzing the year in television? I didn’t think so. But you’re in luck: This page contains our complete 2025 TV rankings, with no pesky writing to bother you. Scroll and skim away! (If you are in fact interested in the analysis, you can click on the header link above each group to access the original post.) Read More

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