Incluvie Classics: Strong Women and Gender Expression in Alfred Hitchcock's “Psycho.”
Alfred Hitchcock’s 1960 film "Pyscho" is an American film classic that still resonates today.

Comedy is truly one of God's great gifts to his children! After winning a college stand-up competition, Bob Smiley honed his comedy chops as a funny MC and merch manager on tour with bands like Third Day, Newsboys, Mercy Me, Toby Mac, and Audio Adrenaline. His hard work plus God-given idiocy coupled to make him the top choice in the country for youth, marrieds, and singles events. With his distinctive high-pitched voice, energetic delivery and crazy stories, Bob has become one of the most popular Christian comics of our day. This full-length comedy concert was filmed before a live audience at Bayside Church in Roseville, California.
Alfred Hitchcock’s 1960 film "Pyscho" is an American film classic that still resonates today.
Horse racing is a very difficult sport and challenge, especially for a young woman like Michelle Payne.
With the theme of unemployment, it presents a family fantasy anecdote rather the a comment on social problems.
The message to take away from 'Causeway' is that toxic masculinity can manifest in anyone, no matter what their gender identity is.
“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.
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.