The Best Movies Of 2017

I will always love Kurt Vonnegut. But my new favorite writer is Martin McDonagh.

Last night, I saw “3 Billboards Outside Ebbing, Missouri.” I’ve never seen a movie where I’m crying, and I’m not done with the emotion of crying, but find myself laughing anyway.

I thought “Get Out” was the best movie of the year. And I still think it might very well be the best movie of the year. But I don’t know anymore. “3 Billboards” was such a knockout I feel like cheating on my commitment to “Get Out.”

Greatness is odd. There are degrees. But once you touch greatness, the joy of being in the audience has to be shared.

If you see 1 movie this year, see “3 Billboards.” If you see 2 movies, see “3 Billboards” and “Get Out.” If you see 3 movies, skip the 3rd movie, get Hulu and see “The Handmaid’s Tale.”

After you watch “The Handmaid’s Tale,” you’ll never be able to listen to someone like Mike Pence or Ted Cruz or Tomi Lahren without memorizing the fastest possible route to Canada.