David sees things. Specifically he sees characters from Greek Mythology, which can be a bit awkward. When he receives a prophecy foretelling the end of the world, he sets out on an epic adventure with his Greek companions, and asks the inevitable question: What the hell is the Golden Fishcake?
The story is a moving sentiment of letting go of the past and putting trust and faith into others. Though you come into this world alone, surrounding yourself with others that support you and want to help is the greatest gift life could ever give.
This emotional, frightening, and dreamlike story examines the ways actresses are exploited in the name of art.
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.
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Not every silence is empty. Some are filled with things too heavy for words.
Despite the film’s efforts to reframe its heroine with modern complexity, a certain emotional distance lingers.
