1. Reds, 1981, Warren Beatty
    I still can't believe that Hollywood once made a three-hour epic about the heroes of American socialism. Beatty as Jack Reed: comic, spacey, sincere rather Hemingway-heroic. Diane Keaton: irritable, insecure, radical. Edward Hermann: well, someone on RogerEbert.com wrote a whole essay about his small, understanding smile in this movie. Nicholson as Eugene O'Neill: he doesn't have a line until his third scene and he was never better looking. Melancholy, alcoholism, mustaches and linen suited him.
  2. Carnal Knowledge, 1971, Mike Nichols
    My favorite Nichols movie after "Working Girl" and the greatest argument for misandry in film. God, fuck Art Garfunkel.
  3. Hunger Games: Mockingjay, Part 1, 2014, Francis Lawrence
    Maybe I finished this one? It was joyless, claustrophobic, kind of amazing, almost as political as "Reds." I kept just wanting Philip Seymour Hoffman to come back on screen and then when he did I felt terrible.
  4. Beverly Hills Cop, 1984, Martin Brest
    All the early Eddie Murphy movies remain revelatory. I watched part of it at the gym, on my phone, and every thing about it worked like a pop song--both so natural and hyper real.
  5. Fast & Furious 6, 2013, Justin Lin
    I really wanted to watch either Fast Five or Furious 7. But this was on HBO so I split the difference.