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Nov 30, 2025

The Women in Cabin 10: Where Netflix goes from Dumb to Dumber

The Woman in Cabin 10 is Netflix's latest attempt at a psychological thriller, and it is as predictable as they come. Keira Knightley stars as the protagonist who seems hell-bent on being the most insufferable person on a luxury cruise ship, which is quite an achievement considering the typical clientele. The movie follows the classic formula of "everyone's hiding something while the main character loudly points it out to anyone who'll listen." Knightley's character has that particular brand of self-righteousness that makes you wonder if she's ever heard of reading the room. She's like that person at a dinner party who insists on talking politics with your conservative uncle – technically not wrong, but man, does she make it everyone else's problem.

 

What really gets under my skin is how her crusade for truth becomes a collision course for everyone around her. Her ex-boyfriend, played by David Ajala, gets caught in the crossfire of her moral grandstanding. It's the kind of collateral damage that happens when someone decides they're the main character in everyone else's story. The dude's basically there to validate her journey, which feels pretty tired in 2025. The cinematography is decent enough, those ocean shots do their job but the script feels like it was written by someone who binge-watched too many Agatha Christie adaptations during lockdown. Or it is one of those more recent dumbed down scripts. The ending does wrap things up in a way that'll satisfy people who like their justice served with a side of vindication. Without spoiling anything, let's just say virtue gets its reward, even if the path there is littered with unnecessary casualties. It's the kind of resolution that makes you think, "Well, I guess that works," while simultaneously making you question if it was worth the two-hour journey. Bottom line: if you're looking for something to have on while you fold laundry, this'll do. Just don't expect to discover your new favorite thriller. There are better options out there - on Netflix and elsewhere.

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Nov 29, 2025

The Man Who Haunted Himself (1970)

The Man Who Haunted Himself is Roger Moore doing something totally different from James Bond. This 1970 psychological thriller shows Moore as Harold Pelham, a buttoned-up London businessman whose life gets turned upside down after a car accident. 

The thing that grabbed me right away was how this movie is basically a time capsule of 1970s London. Many people are wearing proper hats, speaking in that clipped British way that sounds almost old-timey now, and the whole city looks different from what you'd expect. The cars, the clothes, the office buildings - it's all very much of its era. You can practically smell the cigarette smoke and aftershave through the screen.

Moore himself is interesting to watch here. This is the first non-Bond movie of his I've ever seen, and he's playing it completely straight. No winking at the camera, no charm offensive, just a regular guy slowly losing his mind as his life gets hijacked by someone who looks exactly like him. The poor guy goes from boring businessman to paranoid mess, and Moore sells it pretty well. The plot gets pretty wild as Pelham discovers that his mysterious double is living it up - gambling, having affairs, making business deals he never agreed to. It's like someone took his life and turned up all the dials to eleven. The corporate intrigue stuff feels very 1970s & British too, mergers and hostile takeovers in wood-paneled boardrooms are very gentlemanly compared to the slimy dramas taking place in 21st century conference rooms. The movie definitely takes its time building the paranoia, and the ending is dark for what starts as a straightforward thriller. Worth watching if you want to see Moore stretch beyond his comfort zone, or if you're into that whole "what if your life wasn't really your life" thing. Plus, the 1970s London backdrop makes it feel like you're watching a lost episode of some old BBC series.
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Nov 16, 2025

Death by Lightning: Netflix's Contribution to U.S History & Politics 101

President James A. Garfield, the college educated farmer & Congressman from Ohio should have played a transformational role in U.S history and politics than the couple of months fate had allowed to helm United States of America in 1881.

Netflix's latest historical offering, "Death by Lightning," brings this forgotten giant of American politics into sharp focus. If you're a student of history and politics, especially of U.S. history like me, we should be thrilled by these contributions Netflix is making towards our historical and political education showcasing some of the forgotten figures that shaped the United States. Garfield holds the unique distinction of being the only sitting member of the House of Representatives to be elected president, and his resume reads like a greatest hits of 19th-century American achievement - preacher, lawyer, Civil War general, and finally, a tragically brief POTUS.

The mini-series, based on Candice Millard's exceptional book "Destiny of the Republic: A Tale of Madness, Medicine and the Murder of a President," doesn't shy away from the complexities of both Garfield and his assassin Charles Guiteau. The casting choices are nothing short of spectacular. Michael Shannon's portrayal of Garfield is so convincing, his beard looks eerily similar to the president's historical photographs. Matthew Macfadyen's Guiteau made viewers genuinely uncomfortable each time he appeared on screen - which is precisely what a good portrayal of an unhinged assassin should do. Betty Gilpin delivers a convincing performance as Garfield's wife Crete. Nick Offerman as Chester Arthur is so amazing that Netflix, if you want it, you could almost tease out a sequel based on Arthur's presidency.

What strikes you most about this series is how faithful it remains to historical facts. I am sure the personal moments probably didn't occur exactly as depicted or might not have happened at all, but they help building context and fleshing out each character. Guiteau really did join a free-loving commune and failed spectacularly at everything he attempted in life. Garfield truly was one of the last "log cabin" presidents, rising from poverty through sheer intellect and determination. The assassination attempt itself unfolds with disturbing accuracy - Guiteau hiding the gun in his pocket, the black physician being one of the first doctors on the scene, the pioneering use of the first metal detector on the wounded president.

While the series does not really capture the magnitude of Garfield's popularity and the nation's grief on his assassination, that did not stop me from going digging after binging on this engaging mini-series. His inauguration drew 100,000 people to Washington D.C., while his funeral in Cleveland attracted 150,000 mourners - one of the largest presidential funeral turnouts in U.S. history up to that point. He was mourned as a national hero, his death marking a pivotal moment in American political consciousness.

The 4-part series does take some liberties with period-appropriate language - the liberal use of f-word and phrases like "quality time" that wouldn't appear for another century and feels anachronistic. But these minor quibbles don't detract from the overall impact of seeing this transformational figure brought to life.

Interestingly, Garfield's legacy extends beyond politics into pop culture. Jim Davis named his famous cartoon cat after his own grandfather, James A. Garfield Davis, who was himself named after the President Garfield following his Republican nomination in 1880. The score, composed by the same talent behind Game of Thrones and Iron Man, perfectly complements the dramatic tension.

One of the reasons "Death by Lightning" succeeds is its perfect length. Four episodes allow enough time to develop these historical figures without overstaying its welcome. Perhaps a deeper dive into Garfield's impressive Civil War career would have strengthened our connection to him, but the focus remains laser-sharp on this pivotal moment in American history. As a student of history and politics, this series got me digging deeper into both Garfield's and Chester Arthur's presidencies - exactly what good historical drama should do.

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Nov 11, 2025

Baramulla : A movie by Aditya Jambhale (Netflix)

Baramulla, what could a film about Baramulla possibly be about? Other than being another film about the decades-long disputed-territory status of Kashmir. But I was happily surprised, and in the best possible way.

Before diving into the movie, here's some backdrop: Baramulla is this town up in Jammu and Kashmir, India's northernmost state that's still a bit of a hot mess. Kashmir has been like an open wound ever since India's independence, when the Hindu king of this Muslim-majority region decided to throw his lot in with India. Both Pakistan and India have been picking at this wound ever since, and one of the most brutal chapters was the displacement of Kashmiri Pandits - that's the majority Hindu group in Kashmir, back in the late eighties and nineties. Not exactly feel-good material for your average weekend movie night. Baramulla, the movie, comes from director Aditya Suhas Jambhale and stars Manav Kaul and Basha Sumbli as a Muslim couple. The husband's a cop, deputy superintendent of police, freshly posted to Baramulla to investigate some politician's kidnapped kid. The director and both lead actors are all from the displaced Kashmiri Pandit diaspora which adds a layer of authenticity. The family moves into this gorgeous, rambling old house that screams traditional Kashmir architecture. And man, does this house work overtime in the atmosphere department. It's pretty in that old-fashioned way that makes you want to book a vacation there, right up until the creepy stuff starts happening.

Now, I'm not sure if this counts as a Bollywood film. Sure, it's in Hindi and features Manav Kaul, who's done his share of Bollywood gigs, but it feels like something else entirely. We're seeing this whole new parallel cinema thing happening - movies produced by Netflix, Amazon Prime, and their streaming cousins, using local crews and native languages but breaking free from the tired old Bollywood formulas which have not been hitting the mark lately. I'll admit, I was dragging my feet about watching this one. The producer, Aditya Dhar, made his directorial debut with Uri: The Surgical Strike, which wasn't exactly my cup of tea, so much so that I never even watched it. But then I caught wind of some chatter about Baramulla being supernatural horror, not just political drama. And you know what? Sometimes the best surprises come when you're least expecting them. What we get here is a quality film that somehow manages to mash up history, politics, horror, drama, and actual ghosts without turning into an emotional train wreck or an over-the-top melodrama. For an Indian film to pull that off without the usual histrionics is genuinely refreshing. Shot entirely in Kashmir, with top-notch acting, editing, production design, and direction across the board. Jambhale has crafted one of the most creative supernatural films to come out of India in recent memory, and here's why it works: it's anchored firmly in reality, history, and the real suffering of real people. The genius move here is making us experience the horror through the eyes of a Muslim family - the same religion as those who perpetrated the Kashmiri Pandit exodus - and forcing us to realize that regardless of religion, we all feel the same outrage when faced with atrocity, no matter who's dishing it out.

The sequences where history bleeds into present-day attacks where the veil thins between the dead and the living are masterfully interwoven, creating a storytelling and editing exercise that's both haunting and enlightening. A well-made film that doesn't preach but provokes thought. Perfect for lovers of history and supernatural storytelling who aren't afraid of confronting uncomfortable truths.

 

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Nov 9, 2025

Guillermo del Toro's Frankenstein (2025) : A review

I had been meaning to watch Guillermo del Toro's 2025 adaptation of Frankenstein ever since it dropped on Netflix. As someone who has never actually read Mary Shelley's original novel (yeah, literary sacrilege!), I went in with zero expectations except knowing it was a del Toro film, which usually means visually stunning and emotionally complex storytelling. This is quintessential del Toro - all dark aqua blues, deep greens, and rich browns creating that Gothic atmosphere he's famous for. The production design is absolutely marvelous, every frame looking like a painting, if you were into that whole moody Victorian vibe art. This is definitely a movie that deserves to be seen on the biggest screen possible because of its sheer grandiloquence. Del Toro has this thing about redeeming his monsters, and this newest retelling of Frankenstein fits perfectly into that pattern. Oscar Isaac plays Victor Frankenstein and he's irresistibly handsome in that tortured genius way. Isaac's Victor is portrayed as a complete egotistical dickhead, which apparently has some book purists up in arms. I read in various forums that readers of Shelley's original have major issues with how this adaptation simplifies both Victor and the Creature's characterizations. The consensus seems to be that in the book, Victor is indeed a piece of work for abandoning his creation, but he was also just a naive young guy who couldn't fully grasp the magnitude of what he'd done. Similarly, while the Creature is tragic, he's also a stalker who intentionally murders innocents in his quest for revenge against Victor - far from the blameless victim we see in this movie version.

 


The script-writing deserves special mention here. There's this moment where the monster, still learning human speech, says something like "Perhaps this was the way of the world, the world would hunt you and kill you for the way you are." The philosophical poetry woven through the simple words of a creature learning to speak is just brilliant. There are several such dialogues that stay with you long after the credits roll.

The female lead had me scratching my head a bit. She's written as this very righteous, empathetic character – maybe that's how Mary Shelley, daughter of philosopher Mary Wollstonecraft, intended it. Women are often more empathetic than men, sure, but this lady thinks she's wise when she's really just displaying the foolishness of her immature young age. She was literally the only character who could have made Victor see the truth and helped redeem his ways, if only she would get down off her high horse and actually engage with the complexity of the situation instead of just being judgmental.

She falls in love with the creature ridiculously quickly, professing something like eternal love after what feels like two meetings. And wasn't she flirting a bit with Victor, her fiancé's older brother? The whole love angle felt forced, maybe they were staying true to the book, I wouldn't know.

 But sometimes a good story doesn't need to be complicated. Del Toro delivered something gorgeous to look at, Isaac brought his brooding good looks and acting, and Jacob Elordi as the Creature got some genuinely moving dialogue. 

The Arctic scenes alone are worth the watch. There's something haunting about that ship stuck in the ice, with the Creature framed against a pale sun that looks more like a dying moon. "I am malicious because I am miserable," the monster tells his creator, and you feel every word of that misery in the frozen wasteland that mirrors his isolation. Not every adaptation has to be exactly as the book, sometimes it just needs to be good television.

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Nov 8, 2025

Parichay (1972): A movie by Gulzar

All the stories that we could ever tell have already been told. Or we are at a point in human history with our hyper-connectivity that the stories that might have been viewed as fresh in the past are weak sauce now. All our sources have been exhausted or told and retold to death, and my attention span for long-form movies, like the rest of urban humanity, is fleeting-every-thirty-seconds if I'm being generous. When I'm watching these older films, there's usually nothing that rivets me to the couch, not that such a contraption is necessary. I'm usually glued there without any artificial means to achieve that state.

Gulzar's 1972 film Parichay is essentially The Sound of Music transplanted to an Indian setting, complete with a male live-in tutor tackling a bunch of unruly kids who happen to be the grandchildren of a wealthy zamindar. The secret to creativity is knowing how to hide your sources, and back in 1972, The Sound of Music had probably only been seen by a handful of Indian elites who could travel abroad or lived in Bombay.

Jeetendra steps into the Julie Andrews role here, minus the singing on mountaintops but with plenty of his own charm - many times featuring his signature white on white outfit, white shirts and white pants. What makes Parichay stand out from your typical Bollywood fare of the early seventies is Jeetendra's character and his unusual narrative device. Our hero has what he calls his "second track", a mental monologue that surfaces as intermittent voice-overs throughout the film. This internal commentary feels surprisingly fresh and modern for a movie that's over fifty years old. The film follows the familiar template: stern patriarch, rebellious grandchildren who've turned the household upside down, and the arrival of a tutor who's supposed to whip them into shape. But Gulzar, being Gulzar, adds layers of nuance that elevate it beyond a simple adaptation. The kids aren't just mischievous for the sake of plot convenience; their rebellion stems from genuine grief and abandonment issues following their parents' deaths. Jaya Bhaduri plays Jeetendra's love interest, though calling her one of the "unruly kids" feels like a stretch considering she's clearly a legal adult who's completed her high school education. The romance subplot unfolds predictably but with enough genuine emotion to keep you invested. The supporting cast reads like a who's who of veteran Hindi cinema - Pran as the stern zamindar, Asrani as the loyal family servant, A.K. Hangal as Jeetendra's uncle, and Leela Mishra as his aunt. Sanjeev Kumar and Vinod Khanna make guest appearances, which speaks to the film's pedigree.  

Parichay might be a retelling of a familiar story, but sometimes the comfort of the familiar is exactly what you need. Gulzar takes the bones of The Sound of Music and gives it an Indian soul, complete with the emotional complexity that comes with joint family dynamics. For a film that could have easily been a lazy adaptation, it manages to find its own voice through that clever narrative device and solid performances from its ensemble cast. 

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Nov 3, 2025

A Cursed Man: A documentary by Liam Le Guillou

Liam Le Guillou's documentary "A Cursed Man", available on Kanopy (thanks public library streaming services), follows the documentary filmmaker on his quest to get cursed by practitioners of dark arts. While most sane people actively try to avoid hexes, jinxes, and supernatural misfortune, Le Guillou travels around asking witches, shamans, and voodoo priests to put the whammy on him.

The premise is fascinating in that train-wreck sort of way. Le Guillou genuinely needs to be convinced that magic exists, and apparently the only way his skeptical mind will accept supernatural phenomena is if something genuinely awful happens to him via a curse put on him. He travels the globe looking for a shaman or a witch who would put a curse on him. Many sincere practitioners try to dissuade him, but that is not stopping Le Guillou.

As Voodoo priest Divine Prince Ty Emmecca astutely observes, The norm is to be cursed. And so [what you’re doing] sounds, without being disrespectful, almost entitled," It's a fair point – here's this guy demanding bad mojo when most people are just trying to get by without additional (evil) cosmic interference.
What saves the documentary from becoming a complete vanity project is the quality of the conversations Le Guillou has with his subjects. The practitioners he meets are invested, honest, and well-intentioned people who take their craft seriously. Their insights into belief systems, spirituality, and the nature of reality make for genuinely thought-provoking viewing. These aren't carnival fortune tellers or charlatans – they're people with deep convictions about forces beyond our current scientific understanding.


Still, there's something oddly self-indulgent about the whole enterprise. Le Guillou reminds me of a male Elizabeth Gilbert, though thankfully without the insufferable privilege tourism of Eat-Pray-Love. Like Gilbert, he's a white person with enough time and resources to go soul-searching across continents, but at least his journey involves potential supernatural consequences rather than just some trite self indulgent and shallow observations we could have come up with, without leaving the confines of our couches. The most puzzling aspect is Le Guillou's insistence on curses rather than blessings. Multiple practitioners suggest that positive magic might be equally convincing proof of supernatural forces, but he's adamant that only bad things will make him a believer. It's an oddly masochistic approach to spiritual exploration. Despite its self-centered premise, *A Cursed Man* succeeds as an exploration of belief, faith, and the human need for meaning beyond the material world. Le Guillou puts his own well-being on the line for his documentary, which takes a certain kind of commitment. The result is an intriguing look at what lies beyond conventional understanding, even if the journey feels unnecessarily focused on inviting trouble.

 

 

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