Alex Daily! 
It's the movie today best remembered for the "Seinfeld" episode of the same title where Elaine is the only person in town who hates it, leaving now for a screening of —
#72, or #2442, 1996's "The English Patient."
With this one I'm 8/10 for seeing this year's Best Picture nominees in the cinema, leaving now to go see —
#73, or #2443, 2026's "Sentimental Value."
With and after dinner, watched —
#74, or #2443, 2026 Netflix doc “Queen of Chess.”
Interesting story about a woman I knew nothing about. But it’s a shame it has to tell her story by focusing on her rivalry with a man. Do enjoy watching her crush these dudes, though, obviously.
As I understand it, this Brazilian Best Picture nominee is not about a secret agent, leaving now to go see —
#75, or #2445, 2026's "O Agente Secreto," or, "The Secret Agent."
The only one of this year's slate of Best Picture nominees I have to watch at home instead of in the cinema, it's —
#77, or #2447, 2025's "Train Dreams."
The conversation about this one has collapsed into "boy, they really whiffed it on this one," but that means there's a chance I can be contrarian just by having a good time, so, you know, still gotta see it, leaving now to go see —
#78, or #2448, 2026's "The Bride!"
Meant to go see this true story Tourette's drama before it became unexpectedly topical but never got around to it until what's probably the last screening, leaving now to go see —
#79, or #2449, 2026's "I Swear."
Yesterday was Pie Day. On a related note, it's —
#80, or #2450, 1999's "American Pie."
The Pursuit of Purple March? No. The Chase for Burnt Sienna November? Absolutely not. It's —
#81, or #2451, 1990 John McTiernan picture "The Hunt for Red October."
Used to be all you needed for a Best Picture nominee was two guys and a chain gang for them to escape from, it's —
#82, or #2452, 1958's "The Defiant Ones."
Ths seems like a movie for a yawny Wednesday where I'm not gonna do anything else, I understand it to be about Sean Connery doing doctor science in the jungle, but the title sure is a bit of a red flag, it's —
#83, or #2453, 1992 John McTiernan picture "Medicine Man."
You've heard of the first three words you say when it's time to do the seek part of hide-and-seek, now get ready for the next three words, leaving now to go see(k?) —
#84, or #2454, 2026's "Ready or Not 2: Here I Come."
Let's go meet a rock friend in space, leaving now to go see —
#85, or #2455, 2026's "Project Hail Mary."
This is called this in the same way it's called "A Minecraft Movie" — it's just one take on it, there /can/ be other Beautiful Minds, it's —
#86, or #2456, 2001's "A Beautiful Mind."
37-year old Russell Crowe not quite selling 19-year old Princeton freshman, though by gum the man is trying.
Crowe disturbed to learn his roommate is the most immediately annoying man he's ever met (Paul Bettany).
"Mathematics is never going to lead you to a higher truth."
they haven't said what Bettany is at Princeton for yet, but it's definitely literature
I was never much good at Go.
It's the middle of his first year at Princeton and Crowe is baffled to discover that, between not publishing anything and not attending classes, the school feels he hasn't quite made the most of his time there.
Maths-writing sequences are like computer typing sequences — the actual real act itself is NOT exciting, and so it's always only ever gonna look exactly as exciting as how completely bullshit it is.
Damn, a fade to 5 years later, the Pentagon, and it's visually like he's gone to prison.
The Pentagon have brought him in to do A Beautiful Mind things to encrypted enemy communications, which on screen means he stares at big wall panels of numbers that glow and move around in his mind until he sees the Important Numbers.
MIT campus? That's the Arkham Asylum from off "Joker: Folly a Deuce."
Adam Goldberg and Anthony Rapp two absolute lads as his maths pals.
Jennifer Connelly is here as Obviously His Primary Love Interest — you can tell because she's the first woman he's ever been in the same room as that's allowed to be an actual character.
"Professor Nash."
...Ed Harris wasn't there when the door closed.
"He just implanted a radium diode."
hold on, he's reading access codes off an implanted chip in his arm in the 50s? I thought this was a biopic.
Not *every* magazine can be wall-to-wall full of encrypted messages, surely. This is just Pepe Silvia-ing.
"I'm at Harvard, doing the Great Authors Workshop."
knew it, literature-coded man
The spy sections are so conspicuously incongruous with the rest of the otherwise fairly straightforward mathematician biopic that I almost don't wanna say what I think is going on, but: He's hallucinating, right.
Because Ed Harris has NOT interacted with anyone else, I don't think. Who else has only interacted with Crowe? Connelly was quite chatty at the party. Judd Hirsch acknowledged his maths buddies. ...Has anyone else interacted with Paul Bettany?
"John has schizophrenia."
ah well there you go
"Have you ever met Charles?"
or was he just a voice coming from Tony Stark's computer
"Oh my god."
he really was Pepe Silvia-ing all along
"It's in your mind."
this /is/ about the point in the movie where you'd be telling him that if it /wasn't/ in his mind, also
Time for some electroshock therapy, which, unlike "working for Ed Harris" and "having a roommate," *looks down at notes* IS a real thing that happens to people? What?
Impossible to tell what's real maths and what's paranoid number scribbling.
I would simply take the medication that makes me not see Ed Harris.
Finding your husband's Pepe Silvia shed like it's the secret drawer he pisses in.
he's gonna solve his schizophrenia with his maths
Look, Ed Harris is just a pain in the ass to him and actively ruinous to his life, but I like that he does feel sad about having to say goodbye to his twink literature-coded roommate and his little ward.
Was not expecting this maths biopic to be a spy movie to be a maths biopic, but then also figured it out almost immediately.
One of those movies you can’t quite see for what it actually is, because it’s been so thoroughly riffed on, parodied, and its structure and style mostly don’t really fly any more — but still, I found this particular execution of these clichés quite enjoyably, memorably odd.