“The Whiteboard” Review: A Little to No Dialogue Film With Characters that tell an Endearing LGBTQ Story.
Kat Wahlen’s The Whiteboard tells, or rather shows, a delightful love story between two young women who meet in detention.

Two years after escaping from an ISIS prison in Mosul, a once successful Turkish war photographer is still a mess. He can’t sleep or forgive his wife for what happened to their daughter while he was away. When Hazar visits a hammam, he is confronted by the man who destroyed his life. But discovering that his former torturer is hiding a secret much greater and more dangerous than any terrorist plot, Hazar realizes his plan for revenge has led him back into the war where people are just game birds forced to fight for pleasure and profit. This time he has brought the cockfight home.
Kat Wahlen’s The Whiteboard tells, or rather shows, a delightful love story between two young women who meet in detention.
The story of the singer's career in her Sweetener World Tour is told in this featured documentary film.
Everyone needs a BFF and a "wing person" like Yumi (Chloris Li). Li brings the "straight person" persona, literally and figuratively balancing James Aaron Oh's perfectly timed comedic delivery as the unlucky-in-love.
This captivating film can only be truly appreciated by seeing it firsthand. There are not enough words to describe the terrible beauty one experiences while watching it.
Juneteenth is a day to commemorate the emancipation of enslaved people in the United States on June 19th, 1865. We did it! Everyone is free! Everyone is equal! End of story, right?
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.