A courtroom drama that made me question whether anyone involved needed a lawyer or just several years of very intensive therapy.
A movie that made sitting in a theater feel halfway between watching a biopic and attending a Michael Jackson concert.
A hard to watch documentary that peels back layers of grief and leaves you wondering what really happened.
A movie so loud it occasionally felt like the jump scares were targeting my eardrums personally.
A workplace drama that will make you grateful your office problems probably don’t involve billion dollar clients and emotional warfare disguised as networking.
A murder mystery that feels less like a thriller and more like being lovingly interrogated by your funniest aunt over tea.
A thriller where my biggest plot twist was realizing halfway through that I still wasn’t emotionally invested in anyone involved.
The rare book adaptation where my main complaint is simply, “there should have been even more octopus.”
A thriller that somehow made me want to start a podcast, solve a disappearance, and ruin my sleep schedule all at the same time.
A thriller that proves the scariest thing in modern fiction might actually be the housing market.