New Mean Girls
This 2024 musical film is based on the Broadway show and the 2004 film of the same name with major differences.

Leningrad, 1983. Slava, Anton, and Denis spend their days at underground rock gigs, tuning in to Western radio waves, trading rare vinyl, and dreaming of a trip to the homeland of their beloved Beatles. Romantic Slava meets a beautiful stranger on a rooftop, but she slips away. Bookish Anton secretly longs for the queen of the city’s hottest parties, while rich kid Denis has a passionate affair, though he doubts it has a future. Their strong friendship begins to crack when Denis’s father decides to marry him off to a professor’s daughter.
This 2024 musical film is based on the Broadway show and the 2004 film of the same name with major differences.
'An American Werewolf in London' possesses a possible queer reading in the way it envisions a heterosexual romance being undone by the presence of a creature who embodies self-contentment in the face of social alienation.
'Young Royals' is a great example of positive gay representation in its two main protagonists, but the supporting characters are often frustratingly selfish.
In addition to the cast being delightfully diverse this time around, the film was just loosely-plotted and action-packed enough to keep a casual fan like myself entertained. While I do agree that the writing of Cole left much to be desired for an original character thrust into a preconceived universe, none of the characters seemed particularly fleshed out in terms of personality; however, I think that's to be expected when you're watching a film literally inspired by a video game.
Hanna Bergholm's 'Hatching' shows us that the modern version of the cardboard world trope is social media.
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.