
High School senior Izzy Klein cannot be trusted. She can hardly trust herself. Frustrated by her inability to properly communicate her wants and needs with sexual partners, Izzy recruits the town therapist Susan Rothman to beat some self-love into her. While visiting her older family friend Ezra Jacobowitz at his university in New York City, Izzy is forced to put Susan’s teachings to the test.
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.
The latest installment in the beloved media franchise is a unique stylized mesh of humor and heart.
The animated musical adventure beings fantasy and magic to viewers as they follow Keegan and Moya.
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.
The most impressive aspect of this film is the honest and natural performances given by the on-screen duo.