
Sarath, a young guy, is head-over-heels in love with his neighbor and childhood friend, Shari. But, he never finds the courage to express his feelings for her and keeps waiting for the perfect opportunity. The movie revolves around a wedding, where who marries who is answered.
Bollywood's thrilling fusion of what the blind man saw and the boy who cried wolf.
A sweet, singalong distraction with several positive messages.
The idea of Rosemary's baby but with lesbian partners drew me in, and I was anticipating what the film had in store with its reimagining. Unfortunately, it all felt a little too vague to leave an impact.
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.
A Christmas movie that is not about a middle-class, straight relationship but centers on a lesbian couple.