End of Year Sixteen

I barely cracked 300 movies this year. It’s a little disappointing on the surface, but considering the year I had, it’s actually kind of impressive. 2025 has been a meat grinder for me; I’m not looking for sympathy or pats on the back, and I’m not trying to compare misery dicks with anyone on this. It’s been a rotten year and I’m happy to see it in the rearview.

I have a number of goals for 2026, both on this blog, online in general, and in the real world. I’m waking up more and more to what the world feels like it is and what I feel like it should be, and there is a large gap there that, bluntly, I feel the need to do something about.

This year, it’s a victory to have made it to the end. I’m looking at the lists of films that I’m still working on, and while those lists are shorter than they were, they’re still pretty long. How much longer will I do this? I haven’t decided. Do I want to be of retirement age (coming soon, honestly) and still dropping my thoughts on film online?

Don’t worry—I’ll be here for a few more years at least. But this year has forced me to confront mortality in a real way. Off-topic but serious, put together a will. Make your desires known. It happens quickly, and while it feels morbid, it’s important.

Be well. See you on the other side of the new year.