Get your s*** because we're headed to Montenegro for the high-stakes, high-style reinvention of 007 in Casino Royale. Daniel Craig makes his debut as James Bond in this sharp, grounded reboot that brings grit, heart, and a lot of broken glass to the franchise. Tonight, we’re sipping the drink that started it all—the Vesper Martini—so join us as we unpack the poker, the parkour, and the pain behind the tux. Cheers!

This week, we’re chasing down Catch Me If You Can—Spielberg’s slick, stylish take on the true story of Frank Abagnale Jr., the teenager who conned his way across the country as a pilot, doctor, and lawyer. With DiCaprio at his charming best and Tom Hanks in hot pursuit, it’s a fast, funny, and surprisingly heartfelt ride. We suggest a martini tonight—something sharp like Frank—or really just whatever they’re serving in first class. And now, join us as we dig into this endlessly watchable cat-and-mouse classic.

We’re pouring something irresponsibly expensive for this one, because this week, we're having a look at The Wolf of Wall Street—Scorsese’s gloriously unhinged tale of excess and ego. From Leo’s legendary one-take crawl to the Lambo to Jonah Hill’s prosthetic teeth to Matthew McConaughey's chest-thumping, it’s a three-hour sprint through sex, scams, and sleazy salesmanship. Join us as we get lit and break down surely the most entertaining cautionary tale money can buy.

Are you watching closely? We sure hope so, because this week we're having a look at Christopher Nolan's The Prestige—a story about illusion and obsession, and the second film in our very first twofer pairing. Get ready for dueling magicians, doubles, diaries, and David Bowie as Nikola Tesla (yes, really). Join us for drinks, and let's see how this one stacks up against The Illusionist from last week.

Step right up, ladies and gentlemen, and behold the mystery, the romance, and the ubiquity of beards! That's right, this week, we’re dusting off our velvet coats and heading back to 1900s Vienna for The Illusionist, where Edward Norton stares intensely, Paul Giamatti sweats dramatically, and Rufus Sewell continues his long career as cinema’s most type-cast and slappable aristocrat. You'll wanna pour from your finest decanter this week, because: A, it's classy, and B, it's what the Crown Prince does in the film. Now that matter of drinks has been addressed, get comfy and join us for this tale of love, trickery, and sepia-toned vengeance. No CGI here, folks—just smoke, mirrors, and some truly top-shelf facial hair.

This week, it's Zack Snyder’s Sucker Punch—a genre-blending, brain-bending curio that’s part music video, part action fantasy, and somehow also an existential metaphor? Whatever it is, we've got drinks in hand and thoughts ready to share, so pour something bold—something with more flash than flavor may be appropriate—and join us!

This week, it's Capote—Bennett Miller’s chilling, quiet portrait of literary legend Truman Capote during the writing of In Cold Blood. Naturally, we recommend a gin and tonic this round—heavy on the gin with no more than a whisper of the tonic, Capote-style—as we follow him from high society soirées in New York to the stark plains of Kansas. It’s gripping, unsettling, and just a little fabulous. Join us as we unpack the brilliance, the manipulation, and the very blurry lines between writer and subject.

In space, no one can hear you scream—but down here, Ridley Scott’s Alien has us chatting up a storm. This 1979 sci-fi horror gem oozes tension, drips atmosphere, and flexes some of the finest practical effects ever put to film. No CGI—just sweat, slime, and old school Hollywood magic. They don’t make ’em like this anymore, folks.