"Burgemeestersmoord" tells the true story of the assassination of Mayor Piet Smulders of Someren and Mayor Willem Wijnen of Asten. Both mayors were part of the resistance and did everything they could to make things as difficult as possible for the occupying forces. In German-occupied North Brabant, Jan searches for his place in the war. One thing is certain for him: this cannot continue. When Jan gets a job at the town hall, he becomes entangled between the mayors of Someren and Asten and the German officer Von Obernberger. From the moment Jan is embraced by the resistance, his actions increasingly draw the attention of the Germans. These deeds will have major consequences for both Someren and Asten.
The short documentary and second place winner of the Incluvie Short Film Festival, Gender Outlaw: A Bodysurfing Story, challenges any simplistic understanding of trans people.
An excellent exploration of taking a joke too far.
If the message here is that without a support system, grieving people turn into monsters, it’s not really well-delivered and may be flawed as a message itself.
Those perfect Summer or Fall days. The sun is shining, the temperature is JUST right, and you've got nothing else to do. Therefore, isn't it time to get outside and take a nice stroll through the park, or along the shoreline (should you be that fortunate), or even just around the neighborhood? Sure. BUT.....if one lives in the America found in the newest film adaptation of the work from horror author/cultural icon Stephen King.....doing this SHOULD be the LAST thing you hope to find yourself engaged with.
A bumpy journey about revolution and family makes us feel fear, disgust, humor, and satisfaction.
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.
