...is Joel and Ethan Coen's Inside Llewyn Davis. Granted, I'm seeing Wolf of Wall Street this afternoon, but even if I love Martin Scorsese's new picture, it will probably not knock Davis out of my heart's top spot, because, well, I might as well just admit it, I feel an abiding/irritating kinship with the cranky folk singer of the Coen picture. I reviewed it for RogerEbert.com, and I'll write more about its magnificent knottiness once more potential readers have seen the movie. All I'm going to say to you is that you have to see it from the very beginning. It's not even an opening credit thing. If you're three minutes late, even, you're lost.
But go, and see. It's awesome. My friend Michelle Dean has a nice piece at Flavorwire taking issue with the movie's naysayers and putting her finger on some of the reasons it resonates so naggingly with folks like herself and myself.
I also reviewed The Last Days on Mars, a close-but-no-cigar sci-fi horror thingie.