When I first heard Meghan Trainor’s new bop, also known as the future first lip-sync song on the next season of RuPaul’s Drag Race, I thought, Pop music is dead. But now, on the release day of the track’s music video, Miss Trainor’s “Mother” has me issuing a formal retraction. The feature-film-quality video stars Kris Jenner in a blonde bob wig, shimmying to a “Mr. Sandman” beat and mouthing the song’s earworm lyrics.

There are wild moments in Sean Baker’s Palme d’Or winner that feel like real life letting itself in through the door and upending the narrative décor. Sean Baker’s Anora, which won the Palme d’Or at Cannes on Saturday, is a movie about the way people look at each other, though it may not seem that way on the surface. It follows an eventful few weeks in the life of a stripper who marries the young son of a zillionaire Russian oligarch, and it has an infectious, freewheeling energy that feels like a high-concept comedy that’s gone wonderfully off the rails.

Like a lot of comedians, Chris Farley was more or less a gaping black hole of need. Although he had many other troubles, one particular torment persistent throughout the latter part of his career was that he’d become deeply pigeonholed. Farley was prone to condensing his entire comedic persona into the phrase fatty falls down, a rather reductive way of looking at the cinematic success spawned by classic Saturday Night Live characters like motivational instructor Matt Foley.

L-R: Max Joseph and Nev Schulman. It’s hard to remember, now that he’s been a public figure for so long, but Nev Schulman’s career is the consequence of his credulousness. He was first featured in a documentary about falling in love with a stranger from Facebook who turned out to be one of ten-plus sock-puppet accounts operated by a married mother in Michigan. He turned the movie into Catfish, a series on MTV that aired its 100th episode this year.

I’m slippin’ under. First, she came for Italy. Then Andrea Bocelli. Now, Kourtney Kardashian Barker is taking one of her sister’s Met Gala looks for Halloween. Kim Kardashian’s floral Givenchy gown from 2013 has resurfaced on another pregnant Kardashian ten years later. “Freaky Friday,” captioned Kourtney, knowing the comments would explain the joke for any who are lost. Kourt, who’s pregnant with her first child with husband Travis Barker, was in a feud with Kim over Dolce & Gabbana, unleashing larger issues between sisters.

Last night’s premiere of The Millers brought Will Arnett and Margo Martindale (among others) back to prime time. That’s the good news. The bad news is that the show is not good, at all. And the worse news: The episode ends with a big Dirty Dancing homage dance sequence. No. This is unacceptable. No more Dirty Dancing dances! Mercifully, The Millers did not do “the lift,” but it’s still just the latest in a very long line of dozens and dozens of other Dirty Dancing allusions.

Yvonne Sanson, Jean-Louis Trintignant, and Stefania Sandrelli in The Conformist. All great films, at some point, ask the question: Who am I? The greatest films go beyond asking this on a narrative level; through their very form, they embody the question of identity. And what makes Bernardo Bertolucci’s The Conformist (1970) the very greatest of movies isn’t just its staggering, legendary beauty, but its maze-like journey into its protagonist’s — and, by extension, its creator’s — mind.

Jack Black is highly amusing in Richard Linklater’s true crime dark comedy Bernie, and yet I spent most of the movie trying to imagine someone else in the part — someone not so obviously doing a silly impersonation. Black plays Bernie Tiede, an assistant funeral director whose trial for shooting down a rich, elderly widow in 1996 was the basis of Skip Hollandsworth’s Texas Monthly piece “Midnight in the Garden of East Texas.

Oh, the memories. It’s no easy feat paying tribute to one of the greatest singer-songwriters of his generation — especially when conventional singing and songwriting aren’t exactly your forte. A few years ago, Elliott Smith fan Jack Black was asked by the owner of L.A.’s Largo — where Black had watched Smith play numerous times — to perform “Say Yes” at a show for Smith. Naturally, Black said yes, and not a day since has gone by in which the decision hasn’t haunted him.

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