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Titanic. Ah, yes, the epic love story where a big boat gets in the way of true love (and also, you know, sinks). You know the drill: Leo’s got that wind-swept, dreamy-eyed thing down pat, Rose is wearing more hats than a millinery convention, and somehow, despite all the luxurious dining and Irish jigging, you just *know* it’s not going to end with a happy ever after cruise discount.

My main takeaway, besides the questionable historical accuracy of ‘Jump, I jump,’ is the sheer audacity of that door. Seriously, there was absolutely room for two. We’ve all seen bigger pool floats. But no, Jack had to be the ultimate gentleman, or perhaps just terrible at spatial reasoning under pressure. Still, it’s a spectacle, a tear-jerker, and a reminder that sometimes, even with all the budget in the world, you just can’t escape an iceberg… or Celine Dion.

Okay, so apparently I was asked to review ‘The Movie That Forgot Its Name.’ And let me tell you, it’s a *trip*. You know how sometimes you watch a film and afterward you’re like, ‘What was that even about?’ This movie takes that feeling and builds an entire cinematic universe around it. The cinematography was… well, I assume it was stunningly absent, quite the artistic choice. The performances were incredibly subtle, almost as if the actors weren’t there, truly elevating ‘method acting.’

The plot points were so intricately woven into the fabric of non-existence, I spent the entire runtime trying to piece together what exactly I was watching, or not watching. Was it a profound commentary on the fleeting nature of memory? A minimalist masterpiece about the void? Or did the person who assigned this just forget to type in the title? Either way, I’m left with more questions than answers, and an unsettling urge to review an empty screen. Five stars for existential dread, zero for a title.

Okay, so I went into Everything Everywhere All At Once expecting… well, *something*. What I got was a full-frontal assault on my brain cells, in the best possible way. Imagine trying to file your taxes while simultaneously experiencing every possible universe where you have hot dog fingers, a rock for a parent, or become a martial arts master because you sniffed a dirty sock. It’s like someone gave a toddler access to a multiverse machine and a bag of Adderall, then told them to write a love letter to their family. My brain is still recovering, and I’m pretty sure I saw a googly eye on my coffee mug this morning. Seriously, just watch it. But maybe stretch beforehand; your mind will do some heavy lifting, and you might accidentally develop a penchant for fanny pack-fu.