Garden of an Angry God: when the nightmare of guilt crawls out to the daily life
The repeated actions, the blood on the petals, the rustling under the floor…An ambient short horror film takes us into another realm.

Inspired by true events. Buenos Aires, 1979. Bill Evans, the great jazz pianist, arrives in Argentina for a series of concerts. One of them is in San Nicolás, a town in the province of Buenos Aires. Evans (a heroin addict for twenty years), along with his two musicians and his manager, get into the Argentine businessman's car. On the day of the concert, they learn they will be playing during the "Miss Winter 1979" pageant. Out-of-tune piano, boxing, drugs, death, memories, whiskey, and empanadas. In a town similar to his childhood, the impossible and the true collide for Evans.
The repeated actions, the blood on the petals, the rustling under the floor…An ambient short horror film takes us into another realm.
Where is Lilo's face? Disney marketing sends a chilling signal: that even in 2025, an alien is more palatable and marketable than a brown girl.
A boy named Max experiences adventure within his own house while staying home alone.
Honey Don't! is a chaotic queer noir that's part detective story, part midnight movie madness. Margaret Qualley is fantastic as the wise-cracking private eye Honey, with Aubrey Plaza and Chris Evans adding their own dry humor to the mix. The mystery itself is pretty loose, but the film makes up for it with crackling sexual tension, weird side characters, and razor-sharp dialogue. It's messy and uneven, but in the best possible way.
Han's turn to villainy in 'Frozen' was foreshadowed cleverly in the story.
“And I think to myself….what a wonderful world”. Louis Armstrong sang about this notion via his classic 1967 song, an ode to witnessing elements of our life that should be but some reminders of exactly what that concluding line of each verse indicates. Now we see our contemporary realities and, just being honest, it makes a sentiment like this seem SO overtly far away….perhaps even impossible….to accept or believe could be. It sounds harsh, but again, so much of what is occurring speaks not to beauty, but bedlam.