Literally one of the cinematic highlights of my entire year. I have always adored the 1986 Bertrand Tavernier film Round Midnight... and today I was able to see it on the big screen for the first time in my life. I'm giving this film 10 Fs, though it may have one or two (extremely minor) flaws. But you see, Round Midnight is tattooed on my soul. It is so deeply ingrained in my DNA, so much a part of me that to say anything bad about it is to something bad about myself and, to be honest, I like this film more than myself most of the time anyway. The first time I saw Round Midnight (on VHS in the late 80s), I thought it was about jazz. The second time I thought it was about addiction, the third fandulation, then parenting. After the fifth time, I realized it was about jazz, it had been about jazz all along because jazz is about all those other things and more.