Gods of Mexico, an Artistic Triumph that Eschews Narrative
The documentary depicts the indigenous people of Mexico with sublime reverence, highlighting a generational harmony with the land.

Quinton (Mike Hartsfield, The DEATH TOILET Franchise) and Bob (Evan Jacobs, director of the original FLEAS) are two lovable losers who get more than they bargain for when a home remedy goes wrong. After injuring himself while trying to fix an ingrown toenail, Quinton becomes convinced that he needs to do a lot more "surgery" on his toe. Amidst a lot of arguing, eating and other tomfoolery, Quinton eventually decides that the best way to remedy the situation is to amputate his foot.
The documentary depicts the indigenous people of Mexico with sublime reverence, highlighting a generational harmony with the land.
Welcome to a special episode of the Incluvie Movie Highlights. This summer we held the Incluvie Short Film Festival. The film festival discovers and brings to light some outstanding short films starring main characters from diverse backgrounds, who are often overlooked in Hollywood. The filmmakers and actors from the 3 winning films came in and talked about their process and what it was like to make the film.
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.
By undermining the appeal and credibility of black characters, the show compromises the very idea of diversity and representation it sets to promote.
I came across Urchin by chance and decided to watch it because of the title. It made me think of the spiky animal that lives at the bottom of the ocean, and the old Dickensian novels, where an urchin was an orphaned, homeless child in shaggy and dirty clothes.
Its predictability shouldn’t distract from the enjoyment that the pure cinematic imagination behind the camera elicits. It is a movie of crises both moral and mortal, oozing with CGI, and thoroughly enjoyable.