
St. Vincent
Theodore Melfi’s comedy stars Bill Murray at his sandpaper-dry best as Vincent MacKenna, a scotch-swilling gambler living in dilapidated Brooklyn seclusion. When a newly divorced mother moves in next door, Vincent unexpectedly ends up babysitting her precocious twelve-year-old son, Oliver, introducing him to racetracks, dive bars, and practical self-defense. Murray bypasses easy sentimentality, anchoring the picture with bruised grit while young Jaeden Martell provides a steady, deadpan foil. The story operates on authentic intergenerational affection, capturing how elderly misfits pass down survival instincts to overwhelmed youths. If the platonic, grounding relationship at the core of The Intern left you wanting more cross-age mentorship, Vincent’s reluctant, redemptive guardian dynamic hits the exact same emotional frequency.









