
In the 1950s Odessa a charming woman is running an underground brothel. She's tired of the business hassles and is dreaming about having a family. Finally the destiny gives her a chance, but there's no way out.
This documentary moves chronologically through Black representation in horror films, revealing the genre's connections to Black history.
All in all, “Event Horizon” is a cinematic misfire, begging to be perfected in the future. While it possesses an array of admirable visuals, the film leaves much to be desired. If only we could see Anderson’s preferred cut, which featured more character development and tortuous imagery. In the meantime, I have a catchphrase for this film: In space no one can hear you snore.
That feeling in your gut which tells you that there’s something out there you should look for and make your own, is what the power represents
It’s dark, uncomfortable, and there are things that don’t make sense.
“Unsung” does not begin to describe the obscurity Bayard Rustin endured in the shadows of the Civil Rights Movement