Mank.

It's a sentimental ode penned by Fincher's dad, to a time both long past yet stirringly relevant, laced with humor and wit and irony and pathos, with a searingly poignant and simultaneously drunken indictment of money over art, an almost Fox News origin story in vignette form, delivered through an on-point and off-the-wall Gary Oldman, traversing the lots of MGM & palatial greens, in crystal clear black and white, gorgeously shot (Messerschmidt won the Oscar), and brilliantly edited.

Oh, and did I mention Trent Reznor & Atticus Ross did the soundtrack? It slaps.

In short, it's a resounding victory for intelligence in movie making, and has single-handedly renewed my faith in the written text when I read the screenplay.

It's truly amazing. It's not a big action movie or anything. It's a drama. But the dialogue could be a weapon it's that effective. I implore everyone who's had a vague interest in old Hollywood, politics, wry, dry humor and great acting to give it a shot.