On Friday, the writers of this site lauded some of their favorite performances of 2025. Today, we go behind the camera to pick some of the great craft of the year in film, including excellence in cinematography, editing, original score, casting, and more. Again, this shouldnât be seen as comprehensive as much as a way to highlight some of the people who made us love movies this year. Enjoy.

Cinematography, Anthony Dod Mantle, â28 Years Laterâ
It was always going to be impossible to match the visual audacity of â28 Days Later,â which memorably shot its doomsday outbreak in the haunting fuzz of early digital. Photographed by the legendary Anthony Dod Mantle, it wasnât just that Danny Boyleâs zombie-adjacent thriller almost looked like found footage, it was that the images themselves seemed tainted, forever on the brink of self-deletion. So itâs all the more remarkable that â28 Years Later,â a legacy sequel with unexpected beauty and terror, comes so close. The style may be less brazenly iconoclastic, but Boyle, reunited with Mantle, discovered a new language of digital horror yet again. Swapping the Canon XL1 for an iPhone 15 on an assortment of how-did-they-do-that camera rigs, anywhere Boyle wants to put the wide-lensed cameras, he does; the shoulders of new burly infected, the back of drones zooming at head-twisting angles around our protagonists Spike and Jamie, and below the ground as infected bloodily smash their faces into the lens.
More singular is the horseshoe shaped rig outfitted with 20 iPhones, which lets the visual frame jump through multiple angles with disorienting, time-blurring speed, highlighting kill-shots with frenetic rapture. Despite the carnage, thereâs jaw-dropping beauty, too. Few scenes this year matched the mythic awe of the mid-film footchase under a canopy of aurora borealis, a crescendo to the way Mantle reminds us that horror neednât be frightened of color. All these flourishes may seem gearheaded and extreme, but they only ever bring you closer to young Spikeâs harrowing journey. In a year full of visual achievements, 28 Years Later is among the very best. âBrendan Hodges

Stunts, Wade Eastwood, âMission: Impossible â The Final Reckoningâ
The stunts in the Mission: Impossible movies â especially ones by Tom Cruise himselfâwere always the best reason to check out new entries in the series, even more so after Cruise partnered with writer-director Christopher Quarrie and morphed into a spiritual descendant of Jackie Chan and Buster Keaton. The third point in the creative triangle that gave the Cruise-McQuarrie movies a distinctly different flavor was Wade Eastwood, stunt supervisor and sometime second unit director, who joined the Impossible Mission force with âRogue Nation.â The seriesâ concluding chapter âThe Final Reckoningâ mightâve gone overboard with super-specific callbacks to every other entry, in a forced attempt to tie them together retroactively; nobody goes to action movies for plot, after all. But the movie was aces in the âletâs see how close we can get to killing our leading manâ department.
The long sequence in which the US Navy gives Ethan permission to use a Virginia-class submarine to reach the sunken Russian submarine Sevastopol is so precisely staged and directed, each thrill bigger than the last, that it almost feels like a movie-within-the-movie. Ethanâs encounter with a Russian sailor who turns out to be a minion of The Entity âthe Borg-like sentient A.I. that wants to absorb everything and everyone âis classically simple, just two guys trying to kill each other in a tight space. The horror movie lighting and camera angles prepare you for the most shockingly primal violence in the series. Itâs less spectacular than the three-way bathroom slugfest in âFallout,â but more disturbing for how vulnerable Ethan seems, fighting a deranged, fully uniformed adversary with a huge knife while unarmed and clad only in shorts and barefoot shoes.
That such a relentless Mano a Mano is intercut with a close quarters shootout between commandos and the rest of Ethanâs team in a burning house raises the whole section to the level of the sublime. But itâs all a warmup to Ethan trying to escape the Russian sub as his oxygen is running out AND the craft is flooding AND tipping over the edge of a cliff. The payoff is one of the most eerily beautiful âOh, no, is he really dead?â scenes in the series: Ethan, nearly naked in freezing water, swims to the surface through sheer will, only to run out of air just as heâs about to touch a thick sheet of ice that wouldâve prevented him from surviving anyway.Â
Cruise, McQuarrie, Eastwood, and their army of collaborators send us off with a shoutout to the earliest years of action cinema, the silent period right after World War I, in which planes were huge lawnmowers with wings, and the idea of taking flight was unnerving in itself. Youâve seen a few aerial dogfights in your time, but never one that makes you so keenly aware of how speed, height, wind resistance, and a limited fuel supply factor into the tactics of biplane pilots dueling in the sky. Those lucky enough to see âThe Final Reckoningâ on a large-format screen with bone-rattling sound will testify that watching the final act was like being on a ridiculous and terrifying roller coaster that went full speed for an hour straight and sent viewers stumbling into the lobby, dazed and happy.âMatt Zoller Seitz
Original Score, Nine Inch Nails, âTron: Aresâ
Despite our very own Matt Zoller Seitzâs adulation, some have quipped that the best way to enjoy âTron: Aresâ is to view it as a 119-minute music video for a new Nine Inch Nails album. Iâm warmer on the film than most, but I also find the score to be the filmâs standout. Itâs fittingly heartwarming to be reminded that even when corporate thinking means that a franchise like âTronâ is to be milked, true art can emerge from such cash grab-fueled madmen.
Indeed, the propulsive and gritty score for âTron: Aresâ courses with too much personality to fully convince me this was created via commission. Then again, Trent Reznor and Atticus Rossâeven when theyâre not releasing music under the band nameâs monikerâwere never ones for subtlety. Vociferous may be par for the course for this duo, who famously turned the tennis courts in New Rochelle and NYC sewers into dance floors, but thereâs something distinctly soulful and human in the duoâs compositions for Joachim Rønningâs film that makes this all feel more than just noise. It feels as if they tried to make a score that the film would have to bend around to accommodate, rather than the other way around.
Take the darkwave track âTarget Identified,â whose sinister synths make the feeling of being targeted by evil AI programs feel exhilarating. The opening track âInnitâ feels less arranged and more haphazardly thrown into the film like an identity disc; it makes sense for it to play over the filmâs opening credits because words are the only thing that can keep up with its momentum. Thereâs also âInfiltrator,â which feels as though it belongs as much in the club as it does in the cinema, hilarious given that the scene it plays over is that of an antagonist AI trying to stealthilyâwell, infiltrateâa database. The score is definitely raucous and in contrast with the scene, as if Reznor and Ross are challenging the filmâs creative team to warp their idea of a clandestine heist into something much more operatic and epic.
For a film that interrogates the artifice of identity and the virtual worlds we create to absolve ourselves of the pain of living in the real one, itâs befitting that âTron: Aresâ feels so enveloping, as if itâs trying to capture you and bring you into its artificial world. As the world tragically embraces the inadequate artistic facsimile created by algorithms, ironically, within a story that tries to proselytize about embracing AI, Nine Inch Nails have crafted a soundtrack that speaks to the enduring unpredictability and singularity of the human spirit. Itâs as if the duo predicted the hellscape we might find ourselves in 2025 and decided that if democracy were to fall, at least it could be heralded with thunderous bass. âZachary Lee

Choreography, Celia Rowlson-Hall, âThe Testament of Ann Leeâ
âThe Testament of Ann Leeâ highlights the expressive, integral nature of choreography. A thrill, considering the work of choreographer and filmmaker Celia Rowlson-Hall, which is so stunning in its execution. For a film that traverses the life of a woman who seeks a higher calling, the choreography makes sure to tether itself to the earth. The movements start low before going aloft, a visual echo of Ann and her followers. The act of prayer is a physical one, from the bruising way Ann thumps on her chest, to the hunched shoulders and pounding fists on ship decks.Â
Thereâs also an unexpected playfulness to Rowlson-Hallâs work. Take, for instance, the carnal energy of the group prayer, as the followers move together in a physical expression of intimacy, even as they choose abstinence to prove themselves wholly devout. But itâs how the bodies contort themselves throughout each number that spells brilliance, demonstrative of the convergence of prayer and dance. Be it the intimacy of âHunger and Thirst,â which simply follows Ann in one of her lowest moments, awakening to a new day through repetitive gestures, to the early waltz through the woods, and the human wave of the Shakers as their bodies pulsate with unmitigated zeal, moving in one long, thrumming motion, the dancing is mesmerizing. We, like the dancers, lose ourselves in it. Rowlson-Hall doesnât waste any gesture, each step, each flex of the hand, brimming with intent. âAlly Johnson
Original Score, âOne Battle After Anotherâ
A central tenet of Paul Thomas Andersonâs paean to preposterous radicalism is the notion of ocean waves. They appear in the mantra-like sentiments of Benicio Del Toroâs sensei figure, are visually exemplified by the stunning long-lens look at a ribbon of highway bisecting the desert sands, and they are heard through the vertiginous soundscape that Johnny Greenwood has assembled.
Itâs hardly a surprise that Radioheadâs guitarist would provide a blend of symphonic lushness with percussively kinetic soundscape to a PTA vehicle, but this collaboration may prove both the most sophisticated and satisfying to date. While RogerEbert.comâs esteemed editor Brian Tallerico playfully described the compositions in âOne Battle After Anotherâ as being âbonkers,â thereâs method to this compositional madness, with the flurry of pianistic notes and drone-like asides, acoustic and synthetic alike, sweeping in and out like waves crashing ashore. The result is a mix of power, chaos and bouts of repetition, the latter that lulls one into a daze whilst an almost subliminal growing anticipation bubbles below, as we tense up for the next tidal and tonal change to come.
Beyond Greenwoodâs Varèsian bombast and SchĂśnbergian orchestral sophistication, thereâs a rock-and-roll ethos still peeking through some of the scoreâs crunchier, punk-like moments. There are dialectical collisions of both temporal and timbral elements (drawing from the likes of Frank Zappaâs concept of xenochrony) that makes has these turbulent sonic waves as vital to the success of the storytelling as any other aspect.
Throw in some welcome additions including unearthed explorations between PTA and John Biron, as well as a killer needle drops from The Jackson 5, Ramsey Lewis, Ella Fitzgerald, The Shirelles, Gill Scott-Herron and, of course, Steely Dan (whose âDirty Workâ helps form much of the chordal bedrock for Greenwoodâs explorations) and youâve got one yet another mind-blowing playlist from one of the most legendary soundtrack-crafting partnerships in cinematic history. Â âJason Gorber

Cinematography, Pär M. Ekberg, âBlack Phone 2â
Scott Derrickson may have his bad days, but very few directors have his good days. 2012âs âSinisterâ created an expectation that he can tell a horror story through the visuals alone, with the properly calibrated jump scares and truly haunting 8mm interludes. On his good days he produces a texture that turns Americaâs false idyllic domestic past into a place of unruly horror. âBlack Phone 2â is his best film when reduced to what the camera shows us, and in this case itâs a killing spree but a demented satyr, a killer in the woods with a hatchet turning children into cautionary tales with each jittery frame. Meanwhile, the narrative camera, in agoraphobic 2.39:1 widescreen, allows us to see monsters everywhere against the blue white of snow. The hokey-est ideas become otherworldly when bathed in Pär M. Ekbergâs cool, bleak lighting. The music video veteran treats each scene like a short film, giving the film raw power with every visual opportunity. No other film this year looks like âBlack Phone 2,âand a good deal more should try. âScout Tafoya

Cinematography, Christopher Messina, âIf I Had Legs Iâd Kick Youâ
In the psychological dark comedy âIf I Had Legs Iâd Kick You,â director Mary Bronstein throws the viewer directly into the turbulent life of a therapist named Linda (Rose Byrne, in a career-defining performance), as she juggles the chaos of an unwell patient, a hostile relationship with her own therapist, an absent husband, a house that has been torn apart by a giant hole in its roof, and the unnamed illness of her daughter that requires round the clock care and feeding through a tube. As they began filming, Bronstein told her star that the aim was to film as if they were in Lindaâs eyeballs for the duration of the movie. Working in tandem with cinematographer Christopher Messina, this was achieved with extreme close-ups on Linda, often leaving everything out of the frame except her often-distressed face.Â
Throughout the film Lindaâs daughter is not seen, although she is heard, remaining a small, often annoying voice, just out of the frame. Although she stays entirely off screen for most of the filmâs runtime, her wants and needs somehow dictate Lindaâs entire life. Even the red light of her feeding tube at night becomes an oppressive force that engulfs their entire hotel room. This notion that we are inside Lindaâs eyeballs goes one step further in one of the filmâs flights of fancy as Linda visits the gaping hole in her apartment one night. The thick blackness of the void swirls and grows before Lindaâs eyes, while every thought and memory inside her head, past and present, collide in a cacophony of sound and fury. The result is a film that is at times viscerally uncomfortable to watch, the ultimate filmic embodiment of walking a mile in someone elseâs deeply stressed-out shoes. âMarya E. Gates

Adapted Screenplay, James Gunn, âSupermanâ
Superman is among the most valuable IP characters in the world, but that value, at least in movie terms, has come with a massive asterisk for a shockingly long time. What value does a character truly have if seemingly no one can get him right? That question had plagued Warner Bros. for over 40 years, as the last half dozen Superman movies have been either achingly boring (âSuperman Returnsâ), campy schlock (âSuperman IV: The Quest for Peaceâ), or woeful misunderstandings of the characterâs core appeal (the gloomy destruction-porn of âMan of Steelâ and its sequels). Thatâs the catch-22 with an all-powerful character whoâs meant to be a shining beacon of hope and aspirationâhow to concoct a credible threat to the former without sacrificing the latter.
I was admittedly dubious of whether James Gunn was the right choice for a long-overdue course correction. Despite loving his âGuardians of the Galaxyâ movies, I worried Gunnâs tongue-firmly-in-cheek style might be just as much of a mismatch for the original superhero as Zack Snyderâs joylessness was. Happily, I was very wrong.
Gunn succeeded in the most unlikely of ways. Instead of trying to import Superman into the realism of our awful world, Gunn exported the threats we face in 2025 America to the bright, comic-book world of Metropolis. How would a physically omnipotent hero combat right-wing grievance media, internet deep fakes, social media disinformation, and a public thatâs become addicted to being lied to by bad-faith billionaires? Those are threats worth watching a Superman movie about and seeing them defeated was as contagiously inspiring and hopeful as a Superman movie should feel. âSupermanâ got a lot of things right, from its bright visuals and hilariously misbehaved Krypto, to the most perfectly-cast Lois, Clark, and Lex weâve ever had. (Yeah, I said what I said.) But first and foremost, âSupermanâ succeeded at a basic story and character level, because James Gunn understood the assignment. âDaniel Joyaux

Casting, Jennifer Venditti, âMarty Supremeâ
Casting director Jennifer Vendittiâs work started with the Safdie Brothers for 2017âs âGood Time,â and sheâs been working with both of them ever since. Her greatest claim to fame is the collaborative casting of âEuphoria,â which introduced the world to some of the most famous young performers in Hollywood. The argument can be made that Josh Safdie had already met with Timothee Chalamet about âMarty Supreme.â Heâs certainly central to the overall success of the picture. But that would also be shortchanging some of the most exciting casting choices of 2025.Â
Gwyneth Paltrow certainly doesnât act as often as she used to, given her wellness and lifestyle brand, Goop. Her business savvy and personality have overshadowed her acting abilities, as sheâs terrific as the retired actress Kay Stone. Finding Odessa Aâzion for Rachel was a stroke of genius, as sheâs about to launch into the stratosphere on HBOâs âI Love LA.â She could easily find herself in the Best Supporting Actress mix this year. Tyler Okonma (Tyler, the Creator) has appeared in TV shows before, but has often played himself. Here, he seamlessly inhabits the role of Chalametâs trusted ally. The final bit of inspired casting comes from including Kevin OâLeary as a cruel businessman. OâLearyâs personality has brought him success on TVâs âShark Tank,â but this is his first film performance, and heâs certainly up to the task. This list hasnât even gotten to shout out Abel Ferrara, Fran Drescher, and Koto Kawaguchi. Venditti collected an inspired cast to bring the story of Marty Mauser to life, and itâs certainly among the yearâs best. âMax Covill
Original Score, Daniel Pemberton, âEddingtonâ
The music in each of Ari Asterâs feature films has always felt like a character. Working with musician Bobby Krlic since his sophomore feature âMidsommar,â Asterâs newest film âEddingtonâ saw Krlic collaborating with composer Daniel Pemberton. While the two have very different techniques, their contrasting styles allow the film to unravel into a haunting mishmash of ideas and sounds, reverberating ominously through each minute of the filmâs 2 hour and 28-minute runtime. Pembertonâs work dominates through the first few scenes of the film, where he utilizes soft strings that perfectly blend with the apparent righteousness of the filmâs small town. Then comes Krlicâs first solo track, âSlogan Ideas,â where the classical Hollywood feel dissipates, giving way to heady guitar strings found in old westerns.Â
From there, both Pemberton and Krlic blend modern sounds with echoes of American cinemaâs past, creating a unique soundscape that feels tethered not only to Eddington, New Mexico, but the fracturing psyche of the filmâs characters. The film showcases a perfect blend of what both of these composers do best, the score humming and whining just as its characters do, before exploding into a cacophony of dueling sounds with one of its final tracks, âHere Comes the Cure.â In âEddington,â the score is just as at war with itself as Joe Cross (Joaquin Phoenix) and Ted Garcia (Pedro Pascal) are at war with each other, plucky strings and crescendoing horns allowing the horror of Americaâs broken spirit to take root.

Production Design, Alexandra Schaller and John Lavin, âTrain Dreamsâ
There is already much earned praise that has been bestowed upon Adolpho Velosoâs stunning cinematography in âTrain Dreams,â but there should be just as much celebration of the rich production design that brought the filmâs world to life. Alexandra Schaller and John Lavin, two longtime veterans of their craft, have built a world that feels like you can reach out and touch it while watching it. From every detail of the lovingly made cabin that the sweeping filmâs lonely Robert Grainier initially lives in with his family before residing there alone when he loses them to the massive firewatch tower that was actually built on the side of a hill, this is a film whose each and every element are ones that you almost donât even notice because of just how natural it feels.   Â
This is a testament to the work of Schaller and Lavin, who, with their talented fellow crew, even built some of the trees we see in the forest. That shot with the man lying inside a tree? That was built from the ground up. The train Robert watches making its way along the tracks heâs just built for a country that will soon leave him behind? They built that. The plane in the breathtaking final frames where Robert sees his small world from the sky? They built that on a gimbal on the ground to simulate the weightless feeling of flying high. To quote William H. Macyâs character from the film, itâs beautiful, all of it. â Chase Hutchinson
Original Score, Rob Mazurek, âThe Mastermindâ
In âThe Mastermind,â Kelly Reichardt diverts ever so slightly from her typical, slow cinema storytelling. This âart-heistâ film is Reichardtâs âOne Battle After Another.â She, too, reckons with a deadbeat dad navigating an increasingly hostile political America; âThe Mastermindâ is existentially action-packed. While the plot itself is stressfully silly, the jazz-forward score decorates that tension with excitement and emotion.
The abstractavist, Rob Mazurek, is near flawless in composing his first-ever feature film score. His Chicago-based roots shine through, understanding the right amount of calculated improvisation to manipulate how the audience feels. As the main character, J.B. (Josh OâConnor), moves westward, the score becomes increasingly wild. Music moves the filmâs pacing in a smooth, playful manner; there is more pizzazz when there is more at stake.
While I feel inclined to say the music mirrors the actions of J.B., upon rewatch and relisten, the sonic structure is so strong and entangled with enhancing the visuals that itâs uncertain who is in control. Perhaps that is the point, like jazz, itâs free-flowing, adapting, taking risks, and keeping everyone (most importantly the self) entertained. I am always pleasantly surprised by how it moves through moments of melancholy and bounces back to life.

Cinematography, Steven Soderbergh, âPresenceâ
I canât recall a time when I wasnât struck by the cinematography of a Steven Soderbergh film. Itâs not only the cameraâs movement and framing, but the color palette, and the way he bounces the cinematography off other aspects of the craft, like editing and music. Itâs also the way in which the cinematography is an expression of the filmâs soul, articulating with precision its persona, whether itâs the grittiness of âTraffic,â the playfulness of âOut of Sightâ or the coolness of âOceanâs 11.â With âPresence,â Soderbergh once again displays his dexterity by creating an entity POV film.
There is no shortage of theories about the role of the camera: from a tool to photograph the action, to an extension of the audienceâs gaze, complicit in the voyeuristic act. In âPresence,â everything we see is from the ghostâs POV, and here lies a fascinating tension. The POV might adopt a voyeuristic gaze, watching up close the familyâs day-to-day lives, but itâs they that are intruding on the ghostâs personal space. They force it to play the role of voyeur. This elicits a sympathy for the invisible protagonist. Just as we read the actorâs body language, so the camera movements inform our impression of whom this mysterious entity is. The shyness in the early scenes, when it hides from the family, its growing curiosity and the emotional outbursts all serve to reveal its character. What remains special about âPresenceâ is that Soderbergh somehow creates a character through cinematographic suggestion alone. âPaul Risker
Original Score, Kangding Ray, âSirÄtâ
Often, the best film scores touch the heart or stir the spirit; this one, you feel deep in your bonesâwhich perfectly suits Oliver Laxeâs fever dream of a fourth feature, which opens with a father searching for his lost daughter in the mountains of Morocco before descending into the desert to become a sonically mesmerizing work of metaphysical terror. Set in a remote rave culture that hosts illegal parties far from civilizationâall deep, throbbing bass that reverberates through the battered, sometimes broken bodies of attendees, their movements suggesting a subconscious trance between agony and ecstasyââSirÄtâ benefits immensely from the interplay between its intensely atmospheric sound design and Kangding Rayâs sensational electronic score. With its textural density a driving force throughout the film, the French club musicianâs compositions slowly transition from electrifying, psychedelic waves of sound to more skeletal, stripped-down arrangements, mirroring the way that Laxeâs narrativeâwhich leads its potentially doomed characters through all manner of harrowing and horrifying ordeals en route to an uncertain destinationâdisintegrates like a sculpture crumbling into dust, blowing away in the desertâs howling winds. Ultimately, Kangding Rayâs score is revealed to be, more than simply a sonic landscape that immerses the viewer in the filmâs rave scene, itself a kind of auditory bridge between heaven and hell, suspending the filmâs atmosphere in a purgatorial state of divine, deafening bliss. âIsaac Feldberg

Costume Design, Kate Hawley, âFrankensteinâ
Guillermo Del Toro had a simple directive for âFrankensteinâ: âI want people painting, building, hammering, plastering.â Costume designer Kate Hawley listened and the results are visceral.
First, color: carnelian red for Claire, a motherâs love worn on her sleeve; upon her death, Victor keeps a red scarf around his neck, often donning red leather gloves too, his motherâs spilled blood literally guiding his actions and decisions. Harlanderâs tight tan gloves and nymph-topped cane reference his need for control, perhaps even the source of his illness. Adult Victor dons neither Dickensian nor Victorian attire, but an 1850s blend of David Bowieâs Thin White Duke era, Mick Jagger, a little Francis Bacon, and Rudolf Nureyev. Hawley stopped fixing Isaacâs costumes between takes, saying, âHe had lovely clothes, butâŚwore them irreverently. To me, that is the ultimate kind of rock star language.â
Garments for Elizabeth establish her relationship with nature: her malachite and magenta crinoline dresses, overlaid with tulle, were hand-printed to mimic blood cells and the iridescent shells of beetles. Diaphanous materials (the organza veils and sheer, 1960s Victorian horror nightgown) are multipurpose: they constantly shift color to evoke the evanescence of Godâs creation, they reference Claire, but also the dreamlike nature of memory, of repetition as a part of the storytelling. Elizabethâs carnelian red rosary (the cross has a beetle inside) and blue scarab beetle necklaceâin keeping with Claire as a callback and nature as a vital force, respectivelyâare archival Tiffany pieces.
It is Elizabethâs bond with nature and God that creates her rapport with the Creature. The Creature is a composite of parts from fallen soldiers, as are his clothes; he must cobble a self together at every turn, literally and figuratively imprinting on his person the memories of those whose limbs and garments he now uses. Elizabethâs wedding gown is a final reunion between herself, the Creature, and Claire: the Swiss ribbon bodice harkens back to âThe Bride of Frankenstein,â but also references the strips of bandages hanging from the Creatureâs frame. Each layer of the gown, like Elizabethâs other dresses, functions like an X-ray, revealing layers of filleted skin, and once she is maimed, blood blooms inside the bodice, evoking Claireâs color motif and her death. The best costume work tells a story without dialogue, and Hawleyâs work speaks volumes. âNandini Balial

Cinematography, Dong Jingsong, âResurrectionâ
Shooting Bi Ganâs âResurrectionâ meant shooting six films in one, using six different styles and color palettes to evoke not only five different periods in cinema (plus one timeless black void) but also the six Buddhist senses: sight, hearing, smell, touch, taste, and mind. Cinematographer Dong Jingsong is more than up for the task, giving each of the filmâs chapters a distinct visual identity that contributes to its sense of romance and epic, century-long sweep.Â
First, Dong recreates the hand-tinted, hand-cranked look of silent-era film for the filmâs opening chapter, which sets the playful, magical-realist tone with paper flowers and a spinning zoetrope. Next is a silvery tribute to midcentury film noir, followed by a still, snowy interlude at a Buddhist temple in winter. From here, we get a self-contained short film in realist â80s arthouse style, followed by a neon-soaked trip to the stylized languor of late-â90s Hong Kong.Â
The thing that ties all of these segments together is a series of tracking shots, which range from jaw-dropping feats of camerawork (a winding 30-minute one-take through a crowded karaoke bar) to smaller, more ephemeral moments (a brief shot following the filmâs lead actor through the reflection of a puddle on the sidewalk).Â
The enigmatic âOther One,â an eternal being who shepherds the filmâs âdeliriantâ through each of these cinematic âdreams,â speaks of the âancient and long forgotten language of cinematography.â But, if Dongâs work on this film is any indication, that language is as alive as itâs ever been. âKatie Rife

Cinematography, Fabian Gamper, âSound of Fallingâ
Thereâs a timelessness to the image in Mascha Schilinskiâs extraordinary multi-character, time-hopping drama following four women in the same family spending time in the same countryside estate at different points over the course of a century. In these spaces charged with collective history and individual pain, the camera of cinematographer Fabian Gamper glides around artfully observing the evolving human conflict, yet not in an entirely inconspicuous manner. At times the characters look back, staring at the lens as if acknowledging its presence, or perhaps using the camera as a portal to communicate with their relatives in the other time periods, who are experiencing similar feelings of frustration and despair.
Coated in soft light, the frames in Schilinskiâs masterful film appear as if they existed in the present and the past simultaneously, like photographs plucked from an old album and brought to life. Though the lighting choices are delicate, almost ethereal in sensation, Gamperâs dynamic presence (including in a dreamlike underwater sequence) also acts as a unifying force, even as the narrative walks in and out of each thread weaving them into a devastating whole. That Gamper and Schilinski are married may have also influenced the synergy between content and form magnificently exhibited here. âCarlos Aguilar

Screenplay, Eva Victor, âSorry, Babyâ
Eva Victorâs âSorry, Babyâ takes on a fresh perspective in demonstrating that trauma and our navigation towards healing are anything but linear. In their viscerally vulnerable and naturalistically funny debut screenplay, Victor adopts a non-chronological approach to focus on their lead character, Agnes, and her healing process following being sexually assaultedâwhich is described as âthe bad thingââby her professor. With Victorâs non-linearity over a five-year period, âSorry, Babyâ structures itself as the aftermath of a traumatic event in which the affected person is slowly catching up, if not stuck, as the world moves on. While âthe bad thingâ is specific to Agnes and her experience, Victorâs powerful script strikes a universal notion in the challenges people face to reclaim their agency and autonomy following a spiritually breaking traumatic event.
Victor deftly strikes a balance between guiding this challenging subject with empathy and potent comedy with profound, sharp dialogue. Much of itâspecifically the complex discussions Agnes shares with her devoted best friend Lydie or Pete, a random sandwich shop owner who helps her calm down from a panic attackâhas lingered in my mind since my first viewing at this past Sundance Film Festival.
However, the script of âSorry, Babyâ is a potent indicator that an original, honest, intelligent voice has arrived in Eva Victor. And I await more of whatâs in store from their pen in the future. âRendy Jones

Costume Design, Trish Summerville, âWeaponsâ
You never forget your first time meeting Aunt Gladys in âWeaponsâ. Exquisitely portrayed by Amy Madigan in a killer performance that splits the difference between bloodcurdling and outrageously hilarious, Aunt Gladys enters a school principalâs office dressed to the nines in her very own unapologetic way. Sheâs in a color-blocked tracksuit embellished with floral pins, flaunting her oversized green shades and an enormous tote she might have made herself using a vintage rug. (In fact, the purse is supplied from Max Carpetbag Works.) Itâs an instantly legendary lookâso memorable in fact that it become among 2025âs popular DIY Halloween costumesâone that costume designer Trish Summerville brought to life in divine detail, complementing (and even informing) both the deliciously kitschy nuances of Madiganâs performance, and the filmâs tricky overall tone that serves up uncomfortable laughs and horrors seamlessly.
As the witchy Pied Piper-esque houseguest that overstays her welcome and gets busy threatening an entire community, Aunt Gladys is somehow never too busy to adorn herself in magenta skirt suits, floral house robes, or unthinkable colorful ensembles that look like well-preserved relics of the bygone â70s and â80s, with subtly modern twists here and there. In Summervilleâs costuming (that is equally detailed and lived-in across the filmâs other characters), Gladys is both that weird porcelain doll-collecting auntie youâve learned to avoid in family gatherings (come to think of it, she looks like one of those dolls herself), and a new horror icon that will continue to decorate our most unsettling nightmares.

Editing, Sara Shaw, âSplitsvilleâ
When people discuss the art of editing in movies, the talk too often tends to focus on big elaborate sequences involving action and violence. However, editing also plays an equally important, if often overlooked, part in the success of screen comediesâeven the most brilliantly conceived and performed bit of humor can be botched by some hiccup in the process, such as using the wrong angle or cutting to and from the punchline either too quickly or too slowly. In 2025, no film had me laughing louder or more consistently than âSplitsville,â the wild relationship comedy about the conflicts that arise between two couples, one (played by co-writer Kyle Marvin and Adria Arjona) who are in the process of getting divorced and the other (played by director/co-writer Michael Angelo Covino and Dakota Johnson) in an open marriage, and while the screenplay, direction and performances are all quite funny, it is the editing from Sara Shaw that really sends things into overdrive with her ability to know how to handle each moment in just the right way in order to maximize the laughter.
This is most evident in the instantly famous sequence where the two guys end up in an extended brawl that winds up leveling much of the lavish beach house where they are staying, one of the most inspired bits of physical comedy to come along in some time and one that Shaw miraculously manages to keep from slipping into mere brutality. However, Shaw also manages to use her craft to get big laughs in plenty of other ways, from unexpected displays of full nudity to conveying passages in time to any number of surprise reveals. Considering the indifferent manner in which too many comedies are assembled, to see one put together with the grace and skill that âSplitsvilleâ has been given is a cause for celebration, one that will have you rolling on the floor with laughter at the same time. âPeter Sobczynski

Production Design/Cinematography/Gaffer Team, âWake Up Dead Manâ
The shining moments in âWake Up Dead Manâ are a craft conundrum. At first, you wonder if the tricks of light originate in Rick Heinrichsâ production design. The sanctuary of the fictitious Our Lady of Perpetual Fortitude is gorgeously gothic, every arch and pew evocative. And yet, Steve Yedlinâs cinematography whispers secrets, draped in darkly alluring mystery. Then again, lead gaffer Dave Smithâs lighting is a practical and poetic miracle. Finally, it dawns on you. The pinnacle of craft in the latest âKnives Out Mysteryâ isnât a person, but a beam of light known as âGod Rays,â and itâs a culmination of three creatives.
Heinrichs built the church set with light in mind, placing windows and architectural details to channel sunlight and create natural sight lines. Yedlin took that foundation and engineered the look, calibrating cameras to capture the interplay of inky darks, vivid color washes, and contrast shadows with light to highlight details. But itâs Smithâs technical precision that brings it all together. The gaffer team created rigs that allowed them to control the timing and intensity of every beam, allowing the outside world to invade the sanctuary, just as Rian Johnson envisioned.
When Benoit Blanc argues for reason over faith, clouds obscure the sun, but Pastor Judâs passion brings the sunlight back, flaring the camera lens. Later, during Blancâs âRoad to Damascusâ moment, the stained-glass glows, and heâs enveloped in ethereal light. God Rays. The awe we feel in those moments is testimony to the rhapsodic effects of craft in collaboration. âSherin Nicole
Original Score, Jerry Goldsmith and Christopher Young, âFinal Destination: Bloodlinesâ
One of the biggest surprises of this year is Zach Lipovsky and Adam Steinâs âFinal Destination: Bloodlinesâ. Yes, all of its main characters are destined to die in one gruesome way or another, but the movie has a real naughty fun and thrill with those expectedly horrible death scenes. This depends a lot on Tim Wynnâs electrifyingly dramatic original score, which is definitely one of the crowning achievements of this year.    Â
A lesser composer would simply resort to a lot of blunt noises just for jolting us during those death scenes in the film, but Wynn, who once studied under Jerry Goldsmith and Christopher Young, follows his two legendary teachersâ footsteps with a lot of style, skill, and intelligence. While the overall style of his score is often reminiscent of Youngâs gleefully grand horror score for âDrag Me to Hellâ (2009), its occasionally propulsive moments take us back to Goldsmithâs several notable action/thriller movie scores such as âBasic Instinctâ (1992). In addition, he even adds a respectful nod to Shirely Walkerâs score for âFinal Destinationâ (2000) during a key scene featuring one of the last performances by late Tony Todd, who played a recurring character throughout the franchise. Â
Overall, Wynn utilizes well this big opportunity which may boost his career a lot, which was started in the 1990s but mostly consists of a bunch of TV works and video games such as âWarhawkâ. Just like Bear McCreary did in â10 Cloverfield Laneâ (2016), he suddenly comes to us as another promising film music composer to watch, and the success of âFinal Destination: Bloodlinesâ will possibly lead to him to more opportunities to demonstrate his considerable skill and talent. âCho Seongyong
