'The Healing Powers of Dude' (2020)
This Netflix TV series is perfect for animal lovers as it is centered on human-dog bonding.

Vienna: Wedding dreams draw Adrian, the rich son of a Hamburg merchant dynasty, to Vienna. His chosen one is a countess whose parents pretend to be rich but are in fact desperately poor. The meticulously planned wedding intrigue culminates in a duel to which Adrian is challenged by his bride's brother. Adrian is shot and left dying to the vultures, but is fortunately found by Josefine and her friend Zenzi. With their charm, the two whores persuade a doctor to operate the bullet out of the unknown man's chest and nurse him back to health. Especially the erotic stories Josephine told Adrian to keep him alive after the operation fascinated the latter. And he develops a plan to take revenge on the family of his chosen one. Adrian decides to introduce Josephine and Zenzi to the finest Viennese society
This Netflix TV series is perfect for animal lovers as it is centered on human-dog bonding.
Ever since the mid-’90s, the Mortal Kombat game franchise has seen multiple attempts to make it on the big screen, or at least adapted into other media.
I was able to sit down and talk with the director of the short film Dog Lover Anne-Sophie Bine as she discussed and how she came to be in film.
Written and directed by Eva Victor, who also plays Agnes, the main character, Sorry, Baby is slow and artsy, but extremely effective. It shows how the trauma developed after a sexual assault has a ripple effect and loudly echoes in the victim and her life for years after.
Wes Anderson offers a light-hearted comedy in the Middle East centering around Catholic motifs.
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.