Once again I’m incredibly late for this post.
Even more incredibly late because the number of films I watch is decreasing, mostly because I’m getting impatient and I am not so inclined to finish a Netflix film when I see it’s going nowhere, especially if the dialogues sound like stock sentences from an 80s B-movie. I won’t name names.

This edition of Weekly visions marks a full year of summarising my weekly watches. I think it’s a decent achievement, and it would be the perfect occasion to stop writing these posts… but I have no intention of doing that. I’m not tired of them yet.

Thanks to my brief escapade to London I was finally able to access a few films that aren’t accessible at home. including one that would have most probably be included in my 2024 top-ten.

I love discovering the etymology of words, so since I’m writing about screwball comedy I was curious about the origin of this expression. I’m at the same time surprised and not surprised to learn it comes from baseball, a sport for which my ignorance is even bigger than for other sports.

This was the week when my self-imposed Oscar duties ended, and the Academy made their choices known. Finally, they decided to grant 5 of my 11 wish, so, it could have been worse. Now we can go back and forget all about it for ten months or so, except for the occasional pub quiz.

It seems that my weekly consumption of films has gone down in the last few months. I would love to claim that that is the result of a conscious choice to spend my time in a different, more creative way, but the truth is that I just don’t seem to find on my streaming services anything that inspires me anymore. I guess the times are a-changing.