
It’s daytime. At the Ambasciatori, one of the last standing porn-theater in Rome, from the darkness of the screening room, sunbeams filter through the corridors and the toilets. On the screen, porn scenes are being shown, while only a few spectators are interested in watching, forming a real community, claiming their right to exist.
Him is visually stunning—all concrete cathedrals and bone-rattling impact shots that look like a nightmare highlight reel. Marlon Wayans is magnetic as this legendary quarterback who's basically selling salvation with a smile that never quite reaches his eyes. But the story keeps running in circles: more tests, more cryptic pep talks, more ritualistic drills. The sports-as-religion metaphor beats you over the head when subtlety would've been more effective. The middle drags, and that finale chooses spectacle over substance. It's undeniably stylish, but left me cold. Also worth noting: despite the Monkeypaw connection, this isn't actually a Jordan Peele film—he didn't write or direct.
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A sweet slice-of-life anime that visualizes all the ways we creatively hide our vulnerabilities from the world.
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In an all-black community in Louisiana, a young girl learns her father has committed infidelity and turns to hoodoo to seek justice.