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‘Concerto’ is esoteric at best, meant to satisfy the non-melanted’s sense of nostalgia. It is revisionist at worst, cherry-picking images that defy the true tapestry of the human condition.

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.

Bollywood's thrilling fusion of what the blind man saw and the boy who cried wolf.

"Hustlers" returns power to groups that are traditionally deprived of it: women, the working class, and sex workers.

A Christmas tale that everyone is wishing for, and that everyone will remember.

"Terrace House" improves on the standard reality TV format by affording its cast privacy, freedom, and respect.