Knives Out, Norwegian Christmas.

1. Twist the.

You can’t ever experience a first time again, except in particular cases involving head trauma and/or retrograde amnesia (thank you, Memento). I would almost inflict this condition voluntarily upon myself to try and replicate my enjoyment over seeing Knives Out earlier. The only thing I knew about it before seeing was that it’s written and directed by Rian Johnson, the fellow behind one of my go-to recommend faves, the Dashiell Hammett-channeling Brick. I think he also did a Star Wars movie.

Anyway, Knives is just a full course treat. There’s murder and family and delicious dialogue and Daniel Craig with an accent and a twisty plot that plays smart and plays fast doesn’t feel cheap. All I’m gonna say. Absolutely delicious.

Got to see it with two of my main boys, which made the treat even tastier.

Also, am sold on the trailer for WWI thriller 1917.

A young child, somewhere between the ages of zero and five, lies on the floor and waits for his father to pick him and sing Abba songs for bedtime.

2. A song.

Billie Eilish’s ilomilo.

3. My wife’s viewing pic.

I walk in the front door after returning from Knives Out and she’s with our sleeping youngest, chuckling away as she watches a subtitled Norwegian Christmas series. Home for Christmas. The festive bantering took a turn to a very steamy turn (on the show) shortly after I sat down; Becca insisted that the entire show wasn’t like that, which also would have been fine. I soon got caught up in the Scandinavia opera and am very enthused to find out whether or not she will find a boyfriend for Christmas dinner.

4. Other stuff.