As Good as It Gets
New York City. Melvin Udall, a cranky, bigoted, obsessive-compulsive writer, finds his life turned upside down when neighboring gay artist Simon is hospitalized and his dog is entrusted to Melvin. In addition, Carol, the only waitress who will tolerate him, must leave work to care for her sick son, making it impossible for Melvin to eat breakfast.
Jeremey reviewed
May 22, 2025•
A movie about a cranky, obsessive, casually offensive novelist somehow turning into one of the most relatable characters you’ve ever seen.
Jack Nicholson plays Clint Eastwood — I mean, the human version of “get off my lawn” — if that lawn was made of bar soap, sarcasm, and brutal honesty.
Helen Hunt? Peak 90s power — the emotional backbone, the moral compass, and a walking reminder of why you had a crush on every tired-looking waitress in a ponytail.
Greg Kinnear exists solely to suffer — for plot, for sympathy, and so Jack can learn just enough humanity to not die alone.
This movie should’ve been a slow-burning awkward mess.
Instead, it’s hilarious, uncomfortable, tender, and low-key perfect.
At 20, you laugh because he’s a dick.
At 40, you laugh because you’ve become him... oh well.
Jack’s character is what Gen Z calls a walking red flag.
What I call... Tuesday.
And let’s be real — this is a guy who feeds a dog that’s not his with tongs, locks his door with three deadbolts, and somehow still drops “You make me want to be a better man” like it’s a Hallmark moment.
★★★★★ – Not a rom-com. Emotional blackmail... and it works.
Jeremey reviewed
May 22, 2025•
As Good as It Gets
A movie about a cranky, obsessive, casually offensive novelist somehow turning into one of the most relatable characters you’ve ever seen.
Jack Nicholson plays Clint Eastwood — I mean, the human version of “get off my lawn” — if that lawn was made of bar soap, sarcasm, and brutal honesty.
Helen Hunt? Peak 90s power — the emotional backbone, the moral compass, and a walking reminder of why you had a crush on every tired-looking waitress in a ponytail.
Greg Kinnear exists solely to suffer — for plot, for sympathy, and so Jack can learn just enough humanity to not die alone.
This movie should’ve been a slow-burning awkward mess.
Instead, it’s hilarious, uncomfortable, tender, and low-key perfect.
At 20, you laugh because he’s a dick.
At 40, you laugh because you’ve become him... oh well.
Jack’s character is what Gen Z calls a walking red flag.
What I call... Tuesday.
And let’s be real — this is a guy who feeds a dog that’s not his with tongs, locks his door with three deadbolts, and somehow still drops “You make me want to be a better man” like it’s a Hallmark moment.
★★★★★ – Not a rom-com. Emotional blackmail... and it works.