My Favorite F***ing Movies of 2025

So it appears we’ve made it to the end of another year. I can’t say I feel a huge sense of accomplishment, if I’m being real. 2025 has felt like a slog in so many ways… my mom died in October of 2024, and this year I’ve felt her absence terribly. Politics are a fucking nightmare seeping into every facet of life, and it feels like generative AI is trying to tear at the very throat of humanity. I feel burned out and exhausted more often than not.

But.

Movies have been, without fail, a constant source of comfort to me, this year and throughout my life. Helping me laugh and cry whenever I needed it, titillating me, challenging me and showing me what’s possible. Thrilling me, galvanizing me, inspiring me. Providing respite.

Like… AI could fucking never.

And it turns out I have accomplished some things this year, because I did write all these damn essays, didn’t I? Before I jump into my favorite films, let’s take a look back at what I wrote for this column in 2025 (click the title to read)…

Do You Wanna Get Laid? (Go, 1999): On the unequivocal hotness of Timothy Olyphant, and watching movies you’re not quite ready for yet as a kid.

Tell Me Now About Entanglement (Only Lovers Left Alive, 2013): On lifelong love, death, and eternity.

All the Boys Love Monster Girls (All the Boys Love Mandy Lane, 2006): On being a teenage girl and discovering how powerful you can be.

The Gods Watching Over My Shoulder (Yes, God, Yes, 2019): On masturbation, where shame comes from, and growing up flirting on AOL instant messenger.

For the Girls Who Go Both Ways (Jennifer’s Body, 2009): On being just another girl who didn’t know she was queer until she saw Megan Fox.

My Favorite F***ing Music: An ode to the mix CDs that made us (horny).

Shadowboxing with Boys (American Pie, 1999): On loving men in a society that hates women.

I Wanted to Be Bad: On the weirdo girls and goths that helped me become a better woman.

Sex Won’t Kill You, But Something Else Surely Will (X, 2022): On porn, promiscuous sex, and aging out of desirability when you still have desires of your own.

Love in a Wasteland (The Doom Generation, 1995): On the state of sex in the U.S., being alive in 2025… and trying to thrive, despite it all.

Not too shabby. I feel like… I have a long way to go towards being the writer I want to be, but I’m really proud of these essays and the progress I’ve made this year. And honestly, I’m proud of myself just for managing to stick with this project.

I hope you, my readers, have found something valuable here, too. I strongly believe in the beauty and importance of sex, both to human beings and art, and it terrifies me to see censorship and censorious thinking on the rise. We’re all here because of sex; none of us can opt out of its presence entirely. If even one person comes away from this column thinking, “Hmm, maybe sex scenes in movies aren’t pointless,” then truly, I consider that an enormous win.

Looking towards the new year, I’m excited to announce that in 2026, I’ll be hosting a number of guest posts here on My Favorite F***ing Movie. I’ll still be contributing as well, but I’m thrilled to provide a lil platform for my fellow horny writers, and I’m so stoked to see what they come up with. I hope you are, too.

Now, let’s get into my favorite movies of the year…

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