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Lily Tomlin moves right to the top of my 2015 Best Actress list thanks to her performance in Grandma, a film that should put her in strong contention for an Oscar nomination 40 years after she got a nom for her first movie role in Nashville.

As Elle Reid—a grandma who will kick your boyfriend in the dick rather than offering him tea and cookies—Tomlin delivers a performance that runs the full gamut of emotions while being consistently funny. Every line delivery feels organic and natural, as if the role was created and written with her in mind.

Writer-director Paul Weitz, who worked with Tomlin a couple of years ago on Admission, did, in fact, write the role of Elle for Tomlin. It’s a role the legendary comedian richly deserves. It’s nothing short of a total blast watching Tomlin let loose in the sort of spotlight role that has evaded her for too many years. Grandma is her best role since playing Ben Stiller’s druggie mom in Flirting With Disaster nearly 20 years ago.

Elle’s granddaughter, Sage (Julia Garner), shows up at the door shortly after Elle has broken up with Olivia (Judy Greer), her younger girlfriend. Sage has an age-old problem: She’s pregnant; she’s scheduled for an abortion in a few hours; and she’s flat broke. Elle, a well-known writer, would seem like a good candidate to have some cash on hand. Unfortunately, she has used all of her cash to pay off credit card debts, and she cut up those credit cards to make some nice wind chimes for the front porch.

The two jump in Elle’s old 1955 Dodge Royal (a car actually owned by Tomlin) and set out to find some quick cash before Sage’s appointment at the clinic. Their travels include a stop at a café for bad coffee. (There’s a good cameo by John Cho, aka the new Sulu.) They eventually wind up at Sage’s boyfriend’s house, where said boyfriend (Nat Wolff) gets a hockey stick to the nuts courtesy of Elle.

Elle and Sage meet a lot of people on the way to the clinic, and each encounter gives Tomlin a chance to blow up the screen. There’s nothing stereotypical about this grandmother, a cantankerous woman with a good heart behind all of her sarcasm and staged coldness.

Coming out of nowhere with what might be his career-best performance is Sam Elliott as Karl, one of Elle’s former lovers. Elle and Sage drop by his house in their quest for monetary assistance, and Karl’s reaction to their visit goes from pleasant, to confusion, to utter disgust. Elliott only has one scene in the film, but it’s so powerful that he could find himself in Oscar contention as well. He’s that good.

Oscar-winner Marcia Gay Harden arrives late in the film as Judy, Elle’s daughter and Sage’s mom, a career-driven woman who has a treadmill set up at her workstation. Harden puts another charge into a movie that is already high-octane; she finds the humanity in a woman who is a bit neglectful as a mom, but can perhaps come through in the clutch. Harden, like Tomlin, finds some stinging laughs in Weitz’s script; it’s her best work in many years.

The late Elizabeth Peña, in one of her last performances, makes a memorable appearance as a former friend of Elle who lowballs her on some first-edition books she attempts to pawn. The film eventually wraps after a series of character resolutions that are completely satisfying and devoid of schmaltz.

It’ll be a shocker if Tomlin doesn’t attend the Oscars with a shot at gold next year. Elle is the kind of role that wins awards—or at least earns you a seat next to Brangelina for the show. Tomlin—who received an Emmy nomination for Grace and Frankie, a Netflix series co-starring 9 to 5 partner-in-crime Jane Fonda—is back in top form.

Grandma is now playing at the Ultrastar Mary Pickford Stadium 14 (36850 Pickfair St., Cathedral City; 760-328-7100); the Regal Rancho Mirage Stadium 16 (72777 Dinah Shore Drive, Rancho Mirage; 844-462-7342); and the Cinémas Palme d’Or (72840 Highway 111, Palm Desert; 760-779-0430).

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I will not lie: Sometimes, I walk into a movie theater generally uninterested in what a movie might be offering, perhaps due to weak trailers or press that failed to generate excitement. I walked into The Fault in Our Stars feeling that way, fearing I was in for a sap-fest.

Boy, was I wrong.

Shailene Woodley is downright incredible as Hazel, a 16-year-old struggling with thyroid cancer. After being sent to a support group by her mother (Laura Dern … God, I love her), she meets Augustus Waters (Ansel Elgort, who is so charming it’s almost disgusting), a basketball player who lost his leg to cancer—but he sure as hell hasn’t lost his lust for life. The two hit it off, and the result is the best teen romance since The Spectacular Now, which also starred Woodley.

The film handles its subject matter with enough grace for a thousand movies. When Gus, Hazel and her mom travel to Amsterdam to meet Hazel’s favorite author (Willem Dafoe, who is on freaking fire), the resulting meeting stands as one of the best scenes of 2014.

Much praise goes to director Josh Boone for making a supremely entertaining film, and to author John Green, who wrote the 2012 novel on which the film is based. You could call this a tearjerker, but that seems a little insulting: There’s nothing manipulative about Boone’s direction, or the performances by Woodley, Elgort, Dern, Nat Wolff and the rest of the cast. They all won me over in a big way.

The Fault in Our Stars is playing at Regal Palm Springs Stadium 9 (789 E. Tahquitz Canyon Way, Palm Springs; 760-323-4466); the Ultrastar Mary Pickford Stadium 14 (36850 Pickfair St., Cathedral City; 760-328-7100); and the Regal Rancho Mirage Stadium 16 (72777 Dinah Shore Drive, Rancho Mirage; 760-770-1615).

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