A triumph beyond triumph. A love story of such oozing, co-abusive toxicity that it would make PHANTOM THREAD blush. A jazz movie that wields it’s white-centric and very bad assumptions about jazz not as an endorsement of those assumptions (as LA LA LAND is, god help it) but as a cypher that helps us see how fundamentally hollow and broken our two characters are, these monsters wrestling around a drum set, who need each other as desperately as they hate and recognize each other. Thrilling. Bloody. Fun. Bleak. I fell in love with it in 2014 and love it still today.