There isn’t a review I could write that would illustrate the relatability I feel to the arc of ‘Nomadland’. I’ve been living in my van for nearly 4 years (collectively), so I’ve witnessed firsthand many of the exchanges that Frances McDormand so wonderfully and stoically navigates.

There’s a sometimes irreconcilable gap between van-dwelling folks and the rest of you domestically typical peeps, and it’s born out of some bizarre social contracts. I don’t claim to understand them, but I know…

Elizabeth Moss in 'Her Smell' is what happens when you go to your friend's house for dinner and it all starts out hunky-dory until their dad comes home with lipstick on his collar and their mom goes ballistic because it's obviously not the first time, but you're already locked-in for the spectacle and when you stand up to leave the mom says "NO, Kyle, you stay right there, I want you both to see how much of a spineless tramp…