2025 in Film(s That Didn’t Come Out in 2025)

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2025 was a year that happened and now it’s over. Ciara completed her PhD and finally watched Tiger King. Dean presented at his first conference and finally finished the second season of China Beach. Along the way, we saw Richard Herring live, and The Pillowman at The Gate Theatre, and did a long-overdue guest episode of our podcast with our friend Conor.

We also watched a lot of films, some of which stuck with us so much we just had to tell you about them. You’ll have to wait until the tenth (TENTH!?) annual Sundae Awards in March for our thoughts on new releases. In the meantime, as ever, please enjoy a selection of our favourite films from this year that didn’t come out this year.

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The Art of Singing Badly

Armageddon is the kind of movie that people say “not that it’s a great movie or anything but…” before they say anything nice about it. It’s a Michael Bay movie about guys who work on an oil rig going to space to save the Earth from an asteroid, and therefore dumb, and therefore sucks. One day I’ll write about how it is a great movie, actually, because Michael Bay is a genius and he deserves his flowers after being treated as a critical punching bag for most of his career. But right now, I want to tell you about my favourite scene.

The oil workers, having been given a crash course in being astronauts, are about to board the rocket. They’re in their space suits. Harry (Bruce Willis) hugs his daughter Gracie (Liv Tyler) goodbye, promising to see her in a couple of days. Then Ben Affleck, who plays her boyfriend AJ, holds her close, swaying her in his arms as he sings: “All my bags are packed, I’m ready to go…” It’s ‘Leaving on a Jet Plane’, which manages to be fun and silly at a potentially tense moment, but also resonate as terribly romantic and bittersweet, heart utterly on sleeve. Affleck first sings in a quiet intimacy, forehead pressed to Tyler’s, and then belts with buoyant exuberance, sweeping her up off her feet.

He can’t sing worth a damn. It’s beautiful.

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