Classic Films · Comedies

Operation Petticoat

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Image: Operation Petticoat, 1959

What’s better than being trapped on a submarine with Cary Grant and Tony Curtis in the middle of the Pacific Ocean? Being trapped on a pink submarine with Cary Grant and Tony Curtis in the middle of the Pacific Ocean. This week, Blake Edwards makes military service look downright enjoyable in the 1959 romp, Operation Petticoat (Disc/Download).

We all have our favorite iterations of Cary Grant, but to me, the actor is at his best while playing a grumpy hero who is awkward around women. It’s not that he doesn’t know what to do with a woman; it’s that he doesn’t know what to do with a woman in this particular situation. It’s fun to see Cary try to squeeze past buxom actresses in the narrow, cramped hallways of a submarine, just as it’s fun to watch them wreak havoc on his calm, orderly operation. This navy commander simply wants to get through the South Pacific in one piece, but to do it, he needs every bra, girdle, and can of pink paint he can find. He also needs a man who knows how to get things, and since Morgan Freeman was unavailable, he’s stuck with playboy/petty thief Tony Curtis in dress whites.

When the crew runs out of time to cover their pink paint job with boring old grey, they act horribly embarrassed, but I think it’s fantastic. Why shouldn’t they have the prettiest sub in the fleet? While watching Operation Petticoat, I recommend drinking this boozy version of a “Pink Drink”, the Sea Tiger.

Sea Tiger

1 oz fresh lime juice

1 oz unsweetened coconut cream

2 oz pineapple juice

1 oz dragon fruit syrup

3 oz gold Puerto Rican rum

1 oz PAMA pomegranate liqueur

8 oz crushed ice

Combine all ingredients in a blender. Blend for five to ten seconds, then pour into a Tiki mug or glass. Garnish with a flower.

Something I love about this movie is how the female characters bring this submarine to life. Sure, it’s fun to watch Tony Curtis foil Cary Grant’s plans for a professional, by-the-book military operation, but it’s even more entertaining to watch a gaggle of pretty nurses send him into a tizzy. Turns out, pink really is his color. Cheers!

Action/Adventure/Heist · Uncategorized

Furiosa: A Mad Max Saga

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Image: Furiosa: A Mad Max Saga, 2024

As I wait for peach season to fully hit central Texas, I’m getting a taste of my favorite summertime fruit with a sparkling cocktail and a post-apocalyptic film about maintaining hope in the darkest of times. I have two peach trees that haven’t yielded a single fruit in ten years, but somehow Furiosa can grow one in a dry wasteland whose main crops seem to be gasoline and bullets. Make it make sense!!! Buckle up, fill your tank with gin—we’re watching Furiosa: A Mad Max Saga (Disc/Download).

I’m sure I’ll always regret not watching Fury Road upon its initial release (mostly because my husband still hasn’t forgiven me for abandoning him at the movie theater), so when Furiosa came out several years later, I wasn’t about to make the same mistake twice. This high-octane thriller carries the visual masterpiece torch perfectly, serving as a prequel to Fury Road by focusing on the origin story of that film’s badass female protagonist. We learn how Furiosa’s mother died, we learn how she lost the arm, and we learn what pushed her to finally make her great escape with the Wives. Along the way, we get another unhinged cult leader in the form of Chris Hemsworth’s Dementus, acting as foil to original evil cult leader, Immorten Joe. Anya Taylor-Joy does a fantastic job filling in the blanks left by Charlize Theron’s Furiosa, and I’m still amazed that a movie marketed toward the male populace managed to birth one of our greatest feminist action heroes. Ladies, there’s plenty here for you, too.

Furiosa carries a peach pit from her homeland, “the place of abundance”, as a reminder of what the world could be like without the corrupt leaders of the Citadel. Let’s cool off with a cocktail that might be icy cold, but still has a subtle bit of heat behind it. While watching Furiosa, I recommend drinking this Spicy Peach Spritz.

Spicy Peach Spritz

1 ½ oz gin (I use Engine, which is not only thematically perfect, but also very tasty!)

1 oz St. Germain

2 slices jalapeno pepper, seeds removed

1 basil leaf, plus more for garnish

2 oz peach juice

3 oz Prosecco

2 oz sparkling water

Muddle the jalapeno and basil leaf with St. Germain and gin in the bottom of a shaker. Add peach juice and ice, and shake to combine. Fill a glass with ice, then double strain the contents of shaker into it. Top with Prosecco and sparkling water and stir gently. Garnish with a sprig of basil.

Having watched the original Mad Max, and half of The Road Warrior before I fell asleep, I can say that I absolutely love the new direction George Miller has taken this franchise. No longer are women relegated to side roles, gimmicks, and victimhood; they are the main characters and heroes of these movies. The visuals just get better and better, and so too does the political, sociological, and environmental commentary. I don’t know what’s next for Mad Max (if anything), but if this saga is over, at least it went out in a blaze of glory. Cheers!

Action/Adventure/Heist · Uncategorized

Raiders of the Lost Ark

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Image: Raiders of the Lost Ark, 1981

This week started with a cocktail: a Tiki classic, the Cobra’s Fang. And what’s one of the most iconic cobra scenes in cinema history? Harrison Ford facing off with his slithering, hissing archenemy in Raiders of the Lost Ark (Disc/Download).

Although I’m a Last Crusade girl through and through, I still love aspects of the first installment in Steven Spielberg’s Indiana Jones franchise. Primarily Marion, who is Indy’s true match in terms of courage, gumption, intelligence, and alcohol tolerance. She’s the kind of heroine I love to see in classic films—a woman capable of taking care of herself, but willing to accept help from a handsome leading man when the situation calls for it. Being kidnapped by Nazis is one such situation. But beyond the great and powerful Marion, this is simply a fun adventure flick and perfect vehicle to showcase Harrison Ford’s charisma. I don’t know much about archeology, but I definitely would have claimed a front-row seat in one of Dr. Jones’ classes.

Now back to the cocktail. The Cobra’s Fang packs a bite thanks to the overproof rum, and Don the Beachcomber was right to blend it with crushed ice to dilute it. Don’t drink this one straight up, or you’ll wind up like that monkey. While watching Raiders of the Lost Ark, I recommend drinking a Cobra’s Fang.

Cobra’s Fang

1 ½ oz 151-proof demerara rum

½ oz lime juice

½ oz orange juice

½ oz passion fruit syrup

¼ oz falernum

1 dash Angostura bitters

6 drops absinthe

1 cup crushed ice

Garnish: cinnamon stick and flower

Blend everything together for five seconds in a blender or drink mixer. Pour entire contents into a pilsner glass or tiki mug. Garnish with a cinnamon stick and flower.

I’m fortunate to be married to the proud owner of Geeki Tikis mug replica of the Peruvian Golden Idol stolen in the opening scenes of this movie, which makes the drinking experience even more fun. Tiki purists may scoff at these pop culture-inspired vessels, but I think they’re perfect for a movie/cocktail night. And, blessedly spider-free. Cheers!

Comedies

Chances Are

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Image: Chances Are, 1989

When people ask me to name my favorite movie, I always have a hard time answering. How does anybody pick just one? But when it comes to naming my favorite movie genre, it’s easy: Interdimensional Romance. I credit the Criterion Channel with coining this term, which basically means romance that defies the laws of space, time, and even death. You may have heard the phrase: “Every love story is a tragedy if you wait long enough”. But in an Interdimensional Romance, love doesn’t end with death—it merely changes into a new form. Chances are, you probably haven’t heard of the movie Chances Are (Disc/Download), but if you believe in the idea that love can’t be limited by our brief human lifespans, you should give this reincarnation rom-com a watch.

Featuring an absolutely stacked cast (Robert Downey Jr., Cybill Shepherd, Ryan O’Neal, and Mary Stuart Masterson), Chances Are follows Washington DC lawyer Louis Jeffries, who dies on the night of his first wedding anniversary, leaving his new bride widowed and pregnant. Upon arriving in heaven, he desperately pleads with the bureaucrats in charge to send him back. They agree to return him to Earth in a new body, however they forget to erase his memories before he departs. That reincarnated baby eventually grows up to take the form of Robert Downey Jr., and through a series of coincidences, Louis finds himself back in his old Georgetown home, triggered by the memories from his past life. Things get weird when he enters into a love triangle with both his wife and his daughter, which then becomes a quadrangle when Ryan O’Neal starts bedhopping. I think this is what they call “high concept”.

If you want to remember Washington DC as it was, with its tasteful, elegant Reflecting Pool and people in suits doing the very important work of keeping our laws, our journalistic integrity, and our cultural institutions intact, then you’ll enjoy seeing the city as it was in 1989. I also love the addition of a cherry tree named George, so while you’re watching Chances Are, I recommend drinking this “George” cocktail.

George

2 oz gin

½ oz Cherry Heering

1 oz lime juice

½ oz simple syrup

2 oz sparkling wine

Cherry garnish

Combine gin, Cherry Heering, lime juice, and simple syrup in a shaker with ice. Shake to chill, then strain into a coupe glass. Top with sparkling wine, and garnish with a cherry.

I had another reason for watching Chances Are this week, and it’s not just my love of Cybill Shepherd’s power suits. You see, my book Follow the Sun recently got reincarnated with a pretty new cover and more marketing support:

I had to laugh, thinking about all the times over the last decade when I’ve said this book was dead. First, when a former agent sat on it for nearly a year, with no response to my emails. Then, when I tried to get a new agent, and again got no response to my queries. Then, when I finally got a great agent, but editors didn’t respond to the pitch (are you sensing a pattern yet?). Then, when I connected with a great editor, got a contract, and the book was finally being published, but marketing didn’t respond. At that point, I thought for sure I’d reached the end of the road. This book was officially deceased, buried under the millions of books published every year that you’ve also never heard of. But three years later, here we are—resurrected again, in a slightly different form. I used to call Follow the Sun my zombie book, but after watching Chances Are, I think I should call it my reincarnated book. Because the truth is, every time it dies and gets reborn, it comes back just a little bit better. This time, the words haven’t changed, but the packaging has improved. I don’t know if there’s another life in store for Follow the Sun after this, but if there is, I hope it’s a good one. I hope it finds the people who will love it. Cheers!

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The Maltese Falcon

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Image: The Maltese Falcon, 1941

Because I’m planning a trip back to the City by the Bay next month, I’m deep into a San Francisco movie binge. Nothing is off the table, from JLo rom-coms (The Wedding Planner) to Clint Eastwood’s Dirty Harry (a movie I shockingly LOVED). However, there’s one classic film that absolutely can’t be skipped, even if I might have wanted to: The Maltese Falcon (Disc/Download).

It’s not that I don’t appreciate aspects of this noir. Humphrey Bogart is fantastic as private investigator Sam Spade, in a truly genre-defining performance. The cinematography is stunning, with its chiaroscuro lighting and murky dark alleys. Where I get lost is in the script. Maybe I need to read Dashiell Hammett’s original novel, or maybe I just need to watch this in a theatrical setting with absolutely no distractions. But at a certain point, roughly twenty minutes in, my mind starts to wander, and then boom!

I’m lost.

All it takes is a couple of missed lines for me to wonder who’s double crossing whom, who has the precious falcon statue, what happened to the missing sister, and why the jolly actor from Christmas in Connecticut (Sydney Greenstreet) has two equally offensive character names: Gutman and “Fat Man”. Maybe it makes more sense with a drink? Let’s test the theory.

I thought this film would be a great match for the bottle of Bogart’s gin I picked up last summer, but there’s an unfortunate lack of onscreen martinis. However, there is a scene involving a freighter ship called La Paloma, so I’m going to take that cocktail direction and run with it. Research tells me Sam Spade drank copious amounts of Bacardi rum in Hammett’s novel, so I’m swapping out the traditional tequila base for rum. And since La Paloma goes up in flames, we should probably make that rum extra spicy. While watching The Maltese Falcon, I recommend drinking this Firebird cocktail.

Firebird

2 oz jalapeño-infused rhum agricole (chop a few rings of jalapeño pepper, and soak overnight in the liquor. After infused, remove the solids)

1/2 oz lime juice

3 oz Fever Tree grapefruit soda

Lime wheel and jalapeño ring (garnish)

Fill a tumbler with ice and set aside. Combine infused rhum agricole with lime juice in a shaker with fresh ice. Shake to chill, then strain into prepared glass. Top with grapefruit soda, stir gently, then garnish with a lime wheel and jalapeño ring.

The San Francisco setting goes quite nicely with a film noir aesthetic, so much so that the city becomes like another character. It is as steady and calm as Bogey staring down the barrel of a gun, and you know no matter what happens with the dame or the bird statue, the fog will still roll across the Golden Gate bridge, just as Sam Spade will live to sigh and shake his head once more. Cheers!

Classic Films · Musicals

Pal Joey

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Image credit: Pal Joey, 1957

I’ve never been a fan of musical theater, so you’ll have to forgive me for being late to the Rodgers & Hart party. It wasn’t until I watched Richard Linklater’s Blue Moon that I realized how many of my favorite tunes were penned by this legendary songwriting duo. In this week’s film Pal Joey (Disc/Download), we get to watch them performed by three Classic Hollywood stars at peak hotness: Frank Sinatra, Kim Novak, and Rita Hayworth.

If you enjoy showbiz musicals, then you’ll definitely enjoy this one about a scheming singer (Sinatra) who romances a wealthy widow (Hayworth) to build his dream nightclub, all while secretly falling in love with his chorus girl neighbor (Novak). Novak appears aloof before lighting up the screen in numbers like “My Funny Valentine”, while Hayworth is a haughty firecracker from start to finish. She’s supposed to be the villain in this love triangle, but I can’t help but respect the former stripper who has landed the role of respectable Nob Hill society woman, and isn’t eager to give it up. Sure, she dangles the nightclub “Chez Joey” over Sinatra’s head to get him into her bed, but one gets the sense she’s spent plenty of time being the powerless one in a relationship and enjoys having the tables turned. Sinatra’s Joey could easily come off as a spineless louse, but he’s so charismatic in these musical numbers, and in the way he teaches his dog to dunk a bagel in coffee (not good for the dog, but still quite cute), that I’m instantly charmed. I want Joey to be my pal by the end.

Much of the movie takes place in a nightclub that references San Francisco’s bygone red-light district, dubbed The Barbary Coast. I’ve been wanting to try this Prohibition-Era cocktail of the same name for a while, so let’s give it a shake. While watching Pal Joey, I recommend drinking a Barbary Coast.

Barbary Coast

1 oz scotch

½ oz gin

¾ oz white crème de cacao

¾ oz heavy cream

Grated nutmeg (garnish)

Shake liquid ingredients with ice, then strain into a chilled Nick & Nora glass. Dust with grated nutmeg.

I’ve got a trip to San Francisco coming up this summer, and now Pal Joey has me even more excited to take a cable car up those hills! I’ll be humming Rodgers & Hart’s “Bewitched, Bothered and Bewildered”, next to my funny valentine. Cheers!

Classic Films · Musicals

The Bamboo Blonde

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Image credit: The Bamboo Blonde, 1946

I’ve been looking for an excuse to put a terrific cocktail discovered in The Home Bar Guide to Tropical Cocktails on Cinema Sips, and a recent selection by the 2026 Turner Classic Movies Festival turned me on to the perfect pairing. Had I been able to attend the festival in person, The Bamboo Blonde (Disc/Download) would have definitely been on my watch list. But thanks to this drink, I may have had an even better experience at home!

I can always rely on the programmers at TCM to steer me toward delightful movies that don’t always get a lot of attention, and The Bamboo Blonde is the perfect example. Clocking in at just over an hour long, this film features a fun little romance between a nightclub singer (Frances Langford), and a secretly wealthy WWII bomber pilot (Ralph Edwards). In a lot of ways, it reminds me of the kind of picture Doris Day frequently made, where a (singing) woman falls in love with a man hiding his true identity from her. Langford assumes Edwards is merely a brave pilot she connected with one magical night in New York, but when she discovers he comes from a wealthy Bucks Co. family, she feels like she’ll never be good enough for him. She sabotages their relationship by performing a risqué number for the country club set, not realizing there’s nothing she could do to turn him off. He’s as smitten with the chanteuse as he is with the pin-up version painted on the side of his plane.

The Bamboo Blonde gets her stage name thanks to a bunch of horny sailors who could double as Mad Men. They come up with a catchy moniker for their new mascot, and soon the owner of her nightclub is selling every piece of branded crap he can stamp “Bamboo Blonde” onto. Let’s give her a toast with this Bamboo Splitter cocktail (from The Home Bar Guide to Tropical Cocktails).

Bamboo Splitter

1 ½ oz gin

1 oz honey syrup

½ oz Yellow Chartreuse

1 oz white grapefruit juice

3 muddled mint leaves

1 oz freshly squeezed lemon juice

Extra mint (garnish)

Muddle mint leaves in the bottom of a shaker with gin, honey syrup, Yellow Chartreuse, grapefruit and lemon juices. Add ice and shake to combine. Fill a lowball glass with fresh crushed ice, then strain drink into prepared glass. Garnish with fresh mint.

I’ll be sharing one or two more films I watched during my at-home TCM Fest this month, and though I had a fair bit of FOMO from seeing all my friends posting from Hollywood, it was admittedly great to have cocktails, food, and my dog with me through all these movies. Plus, no lines! If, like me, you’re on a budget, taking a weekend at home to watch a curated list of films is never a bad idea. Cheers!

Comedies

Ed Wood

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Image: Ed Wood, 1994

I’m finally recovered after a whirlwind trip to the Ambler 35mm Film Festival at the historic Ambler Theater, which means it’s time to get back to the business of movies and cocktails! I saw a lot of great flicks at the festival, but the one that most surprised me was Tim Burton’s biopic of a cross-dressing 1950s B-movie director, Ed Wood (Disc/Download).

Although I owned a VHS copy of this back in the day, watching it on the beautiful 35mm print provided by the Odyssey Film Institute was like watching it for the first time. Shot in black and white, Burton intended Ed Wood to look like a classic film. The textured graininess of 35mm helps to achieve this, making the audience believe they’re experiencing a strange relic from the 1950s, unearthed like Bela Lugosi from his coffin. If you love movies about the business of movies, then you’ll appreciate this peek at what was happening outside the Hollywood studio system. Ed made quick, gimmicky schlock on a shoestring budget, utilizing flashy hooks and fading stars like Lugosi to sell his product. Did it make him a rich man? Not exactly. Did it make him famous? Still no. But did it make him infamous? Absolutely.

When Ed needs to round up financing for Bride of the Atom, he throws a party for potential investors at the Brown Derby. It’s super fun to see this Hollywood hot-spot recreated for the film, so let’s toast it with its namesake cocktail, the Brown Derby.

Brown Derby

1 ½ oz bourbon

1 oz grapefruit juice

½ oz honey syrup (1:1 ratio honey to water)

Grapefruit twist (garnish)

Combine bourbon, grapefruit juice, and honey syrup in a shaker with ice. Shake to chill, then strain into a coupe glass. Express the oils of the grapefruit peel over the drink, then drop it in.

Brown Derby Cocktail

Similar to the films of John Waters, Ed Wood is a movie for anyone who has ever felt like they don’t fit. It’s inspiring when Wood declares matter-of-factly that he likes to dress in women’s clothes, just as it’s inspiring to watch him sell his bizarre movie concepts to an unprepared, conservative audience. He has faith in himself, which makes us have faith in him, too. The world wasn’t ready for Ed in 1952, but I like to think he could have found a place in 2026. “Revenge of the AI Ghouls”, perhaps?  Cheers!

Classic Films · Uncategorized

Dance, Girl, Dance

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Image: Dance, Girl, Dance, 1940

In an effort to watch more of trailblazing female director Dorothy Arzner’s work, I decided to check out the Lucille Ball-Maureen O’Hara showbiz farce Dance, Girl, Dance (Disc/Download). In this movie, there really is no star or stooge; only women trying to use whatever gifts they possess to get ahead in the cutthroat business of entertainment.

Even before the world fell in love with Lucy, Lucille Ball was already well on her way toward being the queen of physical comedy. As burlesque dancer Bubbles (later, Tiger Lily White), she uses her body to simultaneously turn men on and make them laugh. She has something special the other girls in her troupe don’t have, and whether you think her “oomph” should be overly valued or not is irrelevant. Society (read: men) have decided to place a high price on what Bubbles has. Even though Maureen O’Hara’s character Judy is technically more skilled, her skills don’t matter in this world where sex appeal is the currency. The same analogy could be made for all sorts of art forms (literary vs. commercial fiction, prestige drama vs. lowbrow comedy), and that’s how the movie stays relevant today. Creators either have “oomph” or they don’t, and if they don’t, they must carve out a niche where success comes from within, instead of from external validation. As someone who lacks “oomph”, I’ve learned this lesson the hard way.

A prime example of the difference between Ball and O’Hara’s characters occurs during the infamous hula scene. Their dance troupe is auditioning a for a New Jersey nightclub, and let’s just say the two women have very different interpretations of “hula”. The scene makes me want a Tiki beverage, but I can’t ignore the champagne cocktails imbibed throughout the rest of the movie. Let’s combine the two with this Tiny Bubbles cocktail!

Tiny Bubbles

1 sugar cube

6-7 drops Tiki bitters

5-6 oz champagne

Place a sugar cube in a coupe glass and soak with Tiki bitters. Top with Champagne.

Tiny Bubbles champagne cocktail

Maureen O’Hara has a great scene at the end where she finally gets fed up with a dance gig that isn’t bringing her an ounce of joy, and she tells off the leering men shouting during her performance. It’s a rare thing for a film of this time to call out misogyny and sexism, and I have to think this was Arzner’s influence. Surely this was the speech she wished she could give in person to studio heads and general audiences. Lucky for us, she put it on film so generations of women could sit back and applaud. Cheers!

Comedies · Sci Fi · Uncategorized

Men in Black

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Image: Men in Black, 1997, Columbia Pictures

The nice thing about the lack of good movies being released in our current cinema death spiral is that I have time to go back and revisit the ones I missed when I was either too young or too cool in the 1990s. One of these is Men in Black (Disc/Download), which basically had its own wall at the local Blockbuster. Now that we have a newly iconic extraterrestrial in Project Hail Mary‘s “Rocky”, it seems like a great time to check out a flick about aliens and humans coexisting under the watchful eye of the MIB.

I’ll admit, I had zero interest in this movie as a teen. But as an adult, I can appreciate the stellar chemistry between alien-enforcers Tommy Lee Jones and Will Smith. Buddy cops (or buddy alien police) need to hone their banter and timing just like all the best rom-com couples, and these two are basically another classic New York love story. Additionally, Men in Black, with its thirty-year-old tech, looks better than most of today’s AI slop , making me wonder why we’re depleting natural resources to make stuff that 1990s audiences would have scoffed at. The premise that aliens are hiding within plain sight under the skin of human hosts allows for some fantastic transformation sequences, as well as some gnarly deaths. Shooting those aliens was akin to being slimed on Double Dare; I feel bad for the production assistants tasked with clean-up.

Image: Men in Black, 1997, Columbia Pictures

My favorite Men in Black scene is the emergency squid birth along the side of the New Jersey Turnpike. The parents look normal, but then when the baby pops out, you realize they’re… a little different. While watching Men in Black, I recommend drinking this classic Octopus Tiki cocktail.

Octopus

1 ½ oz orange juice

¾ oz passion fruit syrup

¾ lime juice

1 ½ oz overproof rum

1 ½ chilled club soda

1 dash Angostura bitters

Mix all ingredients except club soda in a shaker with ice. Shake to chill, then strain into a Tiki mug or hurricane glass filled with fresh crushed ice. Top with club soda and stir gently. Garnish with an orange slice and orchid.

I was surprised to see Steven Spielberg’s name in the credits of Men in Black as a producer, though I guess I shouldn’t have been. Are there any major alien encounter movies from the last fifty years this man hasn’t been involved in? In checking my list of possibly-decent 2026 releases, I see I’ve got the next Spielberg flick Disclosure Day highlighted. The premise? Alien encounters. Of course. Cheers!