Until it turns into something more trenchant and far more mind-blowing, directors Nathan Fielder's and Lance Oppenheim's three-hour A24 documentary You Can See Everything – as transfixing a 2026 entertainment as I've yet seen – is like being at the most exciting Texas Hold 'Em game of your life.

As someone who instinctively loves it when Gen X and post-Gen X viewers see their cherished childhood fetish objects re-created as things deservedly ripe for good-natured laughs at the expense of alpha bros, I had way more fun than I expected at Street Fighter.

Chatting with Ballet Quad Cities' artistic director Courtney Lyon about the professional dance company's The Scarlet Letter, a world-premiere adaptation of Nathaniel Hawthorne's famed 1850 novel, I'm catching the choreographer early in the rehearsal process. How early? I wind up learning who'll be dancing the ballet's principal roles before the dancers do.

I may have been disappointed in Other Mommy, but it's hardly an ignoble failure, and it was kind of thrilling to see several genre norms smartly upturned before the picture was a half-hour old.

In director Michael Showalter's adaptation of Colleen Hoover's Verity, the title figure is a fabulously wealthy celebrity who appears willing to go to psychotic extremes to get a little peace and quiet. Having now appeared in five films over the past six months, and with a new baby on the way, it's no wonder Anne Hathaway is so good in the role. She must relate to Verity Crawford like crazy.

With Robert Pattinson supplying a demented stare, wicked grin, and one of his signature affected accents, this big-screen Chris Hansen is magisterially icky: sweaty, scary, pathetic, and wholly deserving of the downfall you know is coming.

I'm happy to report that director Susanne Bier's sequel is at least significantly stronger than its forebear, though it's a measure of just how drippy PM1 is that the new outing is still only not-bad, at best.

A few hours after this Deep South thriller mercifully ended, it finally dawned on me who co-star Mark Wahlberg resembled: Alley Oop. That incongruously bulky comic-strip caveman whose jokes are funny only to him.

Our area's professional dance company Ballet Quad Cities has a lot to celebrate at the start of its 30th anniversary, beginning with the September 13 performances of Ballet on the Lawn at Davenport's Outing Club.

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