Eminescu versus Eminem 

I highly recommend Kill Bill: Volume 2. In classic Tarantino fashion, specific sections of the film are a tad too long, but overall, it’s a wonderful piece of escapist fiction.

Ultra-violent storytelling has never been my thing, but the issues with Scarface go beyond that. The film perpetuates harmful stereotypes about Latinx immigrants and uses gore and misogyny for shock value that never serves any purpose. The whole venture is frustratingly empty, and left me desiring something more.

There is no aspect of this film that falls short, except perhaps in minor ways. 

Praising Black representation and condemning the power structures that suppress it, a mother delivers an impassioned speech to her distant son.

This emotional, frightening, and dreamlike story examines the ways actresses are exploited in the name of art.