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As a longtime fan of "Dexter" from Jeff Lindsay's original books to the initial brilliance of the TV series, I've always held a special place for the charming serial killer. Like many, I felt some of the later seasons of the original run veered into silliness, and I confess I never even got around to "Dexter: New Blood," despite its mixed reception.

However, that didn't matter one bit. The concise catch-up at the beginning of the first episode of "Dexter: Resurrection" was perfectly sufficient. I approached this new instalment with considerable scepticism, especially given how the original series concluded.

Yet, three episodes in, and I'm genuinely impressed. While "Dexter" has always required a certain suspension of disbelief, "Resurrection" delivers the same dark humour and gripping intrigue we came to expect from the original. Michael C. Hall is, as ever, brilliant in the role, and looks remarkably good for 54! It's also a real treat to see some familiar faces from the old cast making a return. This feels like the "Dexter" we remember and love.

Clint Eastwood, at 94 years young, continues to defy expectations and deliver cinematic masterpieces. Juror #2 is a testament to his enduring genius, offering a compelling premise that immediately hooks the viewer.

The film is gripping and tense throughout, propelled by a strong, original script that keeps the audience on the edge of their seat. Nicholas Hoult delivers a standout performance, firmly establishing himself as one of the most compelling acting talents working today. His versatility shines, having transitioned from his early work in Channel 4's "Skins" to commanding dramatic roles. A strong cast, including a notable appearance from J. K. Simmons, ably supports him.

As the drama unfolded, I couldn't help but draw parallels to the classic "12 Angry Men." While that sets an incredibly high bar, Eastwood's latest deserves to be mentioned in the same breath. It's a powerful, thought-provoking film that showcases his unparalleled ability to craft compelling narratives. Highly recommended.

Better Man joins the growing list of musician biopics, but with one difference - a chimp plays the lead. Not sure why, but it seems to work, adding a layer of playful absurdity that sets the tone for the film.

The film starts strong, capturing the explosive rise to superstardom with Take That, and is packed with fantastic music, great choreography, and a good dose of humour. The filmmakers have clearly prioritised creating a dazzling spectacle over a factual retelling, which I've read is full of creative liberties. For much of the runtime, it's an enjoyable movie.

The movie aims to be a window into Robbie's "internal landscape," and this is where it might divide audiences. While it's an interesting approach, the portrayal of his struggles with fame and fortune occasionally drifts into what feels a bit self-pitying. The "poor me with all this fame and fortune" narrative can wear a little thin at times.

The very fact that an ape plays Robbie serves as a reminder that this is a fantasy and satirical take, not a documentary. Towards the end, the film dragged on a bit, and the fun and energy at the beginning of the film drained out. Fortunately, the momentum picked up again for a fitting ending that wrapped the film up nicely. Overall, I enjoyed Better Man's unique take on the biopic formula; it's worth a watch. Just don't go in expecting the literal truth.