San Junipero: Queer Heaven on Earth
Battles will come and go and queer people do die for their identity and fights for rights, but that doesn’t mean the gays don’t deserve their happy endings in stories.

She's a cool beauty on the outside. Her treatments are professional. But her sexual proclivities are those of a lustful beast in full bloom! I'm sorry to leave such a perverted therapist running wild. She has a weakness for men's genitalia, so she chose this job as both a hobby and a profitable career. Just like a werewolf transforming during the full moon, the sight of an erect crotch makes her lower body throb and transforms her into a lustful woman... She's a cool, lustful beast therapist with the best rejuvenation techniques...
Battles will come and go and queer people do die for their identity and fights for rights, but that doesn’t mean the gays don’t deserve their happy endings in stories.
"Come Play" was entertaining and had some great ideas about how to scare children away from playing with facial recognition settings.
The film is a powerful narrative encompassing a theme that many people can identify with.
Jennifer Lopez leads the story as Zoe, a determined woman who opts for artificial insemination after a string of failed relationships. Lopez's portrayal adds depth and warmth to Zoe
Netflix’s new rom-com, Voicemails for Isabelle (dir. Leah McKendrick), isn’t just heartwarming, funny, and an achievement in female directing - it’s also an instant classic. Following 20-something aspiring baker Jill (Zoey Deutch), Voicemails for Isabelle tells a story of grief, self-discovery, and fateful connections. Ever since her beloved sister Izzy’s (Ciara Bravo) death, Jill has been leaving her hilarious, extremely TMI voicemails about her chaotic love life and miserable day job as a prep cook. Little does she know that a handsome and unsatisfied real estate agent in her hometown has inherited the number and practically fallen in love with her by listening to her stories.
The quiet ache of guilt sitting at the dinner table, the silence after a truth is buried, and the way pain is passed down like a name.