Movie Review: Sofia Coppola’s ‘On the Rocks’
The film does not add anything to its own conversation or genre, and falls flat once it’s about to end and must declare some sort of conclusion.

During her study in Japan, Viona falls in love with Yamada, a Japanese photographer. Their relationship is soon ruined when her long lost crush comes back into her life.
The film does not add anything to its own conversation or genre, and falls flat once it’s about to end and must declare some sort of conclusion.
As a frequent “the book was better” extoller, this movie was well worth the watch.
One of the reasons I love watching movies is that, much like books, they serve as windows into other times and different places. Productions from around the world offer valuable insights into the history and culture of their respective countries. And just like literature, cinema can help us understand the present by showing us the past.
A strong representation of African Americans in this film features evil spirits and horror-themed elements.
Over the last several years, I have had the privilege of being one of the critics having the opportunity to watch and review several films from writer/director/producer Marcellus Cox, whose efforts are never anything less but grounded, relevant, and steeped in unflinching glimpses illustrating the gripping, inspired, and ever-vacillating realms that make up the human condition.
The quiet ache of guilt sitting at the dinner table, the silence after a truth is buried, and the way pain is passed down like a name.