John Goodman was terrifyingly perfect in 10 Cloverfield Lane. He deserves an Oscar nomination.

I don’t really care about Oscar nominations, but both John Goodman and Mary Elizabeth Winstead are perfect in that film. And I love that it pokes two fingers in the eyes of the lit realism camp (which is why it and Goodman didn’t get nominated, truly).

Even when you know mostly where the film is going, it’s still a great and chilling journey.