The ultimate weepy romance, but it’s for dudes because the two leads are football players.
Perhaps the greatest of all “talky dramas,” beloved despite (or because of?) taking place almost entirely in one room.
Two paranoid journalists do the leg work that ended up bringing down a president. Never has watching guys slowly dial rotary phones been so compelling.
If he acts like a rich white dude and talks like a rich white dude, does it matter if he has no idea what he’s doing?