Kusama's Self-Obliteration 

Can a homeless yet optimistic teenage girl learn to accept a helping hand?

It is as bad as your remember, and you are fortunate if you've never watched it. Keep it that way!

Disney movies have taken a bit of a downward turn recently. How come?

Mirrorball is full of passion and love for the medium of cinema and is indeed a fitting love letter to La La Land.

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.

The Night Doctor achieves telling an original story in which the pace accelerates progressively while supported by dark aesthetics.