
Guitarist Joe Satriani playing In Anaheim, California, on May 2, 2006.
Of the 28 total films I watched, just six of them were queer or featured queer characters in some way.
World-famous drag queen Trixie Mattel shares a year of her life with the world in this vulnerable and uplifting documentary.
Joann Kohng’s Subject to IX tells the heartbreaking truth of the Title IX rules that colleges abide by.
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.
"Driveways" is a nuanced portrait of an Asian American family, touching on themes of loss, growth, and belonging.