Swept Away by You, Me, and Tuscany
A Black woman centered in a box office rom-com with a happy ending and no struggle love.

On April 16, 2016, a devastating earthquake shakes the Ecuadorian coast. Independiente del Valle, a young soccer team from the Sangolquí Valley, invents a new face for soccer by donating the box office from Copa Libertadores tickets. The club joins the solidarity gestures of a united country. For a moment, sport is seized by a spirit that brings it closer to the realm of pure play. What happens, then, when the game stops being just a game? Is something new invented?
A Black woman centered in a box office rom-com with a happy ending and no struggle love.
Netflix’s new rom-com, Voicemails for Isabelle (dir. Leah McKendrick), isn’t just heartwarming, funny, and an achievement in female directing - it’s also an instant classic. Following 20-something aspiring baker Jill (Zoey Deutch), Voicemails for Isabelle tells a story of grief, self-discovery, and fateful connections. Ever since her beloved sister Izzy’s (Ciara Bravo) death, Jill has been leaving her hilarious, extremely TMI voicemails about her chaotic love life and miserable day job as a prep cook. Little does she know that a handsome and unsatisfied real estate agent in her hometown has inherited the number and practically fallen in love with her by listening to her stories.
‘Barbie’ is an entertaining, meaningful piece of filmmaking with a heartfelt message.
Ultimately the problem with The Bubble is that it plays everything for laughs to get around the audience’s defenses. But it comes off like a privileged white male thinking that ridiculing everyone else equally is the road to equality. And it’s not. And it's definitely not funny to pretend that it is.
The plot lags, the moral lessons are misguided, but are those fluffy little donut creatures adorable? Yes. Yes, they are.
This is ambitious horror filmmaking, and in a lot of ways, I fully admire its ambitions. For me, the film’s sloppiness defines its overall quality.