Adam's Favorite Films of 2025
And yet, even in a year like this — especially in a year like this — movies mattered. Not as escapism, exactly, but as resistance. As communion. As proof that someone, somewhere, understood the dread, the anger, the fear, and those brief flashes of joy and wonder that still break through the despair. That while generative-AI slop threatens to further erode culture, art made by human beings still fucking matters. That telling stories — especially difficult, unruly, inconvenient ones — remains an act of defiance.
