When Ava and Julien discover that their new neighbors, Mackenzie and Theo, are swingers, they decide to try out the lifestyle in an effort to spice up their failing marriage. But after Theo turns up dead, Ava becomes the prime suspect in his murder. Desperate to prove her innocence, she searches for the truth even as her own husband comes to distrust her. Ava’s search leads her into the hidden world of swingers, where she encounters jealousy, lies and deceit, before uncovering a secret that’s been living closer to home than she ever realized.
David Benullo
Director
Kayla Raelle
Ava Chase
Ty Trumbo
Julien Chase
Alexandra Corin Johnston
Mackenzie Davis
Justin Berti
Theo Davis
Alyona
Olivia
Leigh Nieves
Leah Timmons
Gavin Herscher
Michael Timmons
Allen R. Middleton
Detective Ethan Taylor
Ana Rodas
Nell Gaines
Victoria Cabral
Cafe Waitress
Gary Gosselin
Party Goer
A chilling return to the Final Destination franchise with a terrifying twist on fate. Bloodlines explores whether Death can hold a grudge across generations—and what happens when the past won't stay buried.
What seems like such a simple story of survival is so much more than that—it’s a story of family, and of war, and of destruction. It’s painful to watch, but not in a bad way. It makes its audience reflect on their own actions, and in how they are complicit in the sufferings of others as the adults in this film are. Grave of the Fireflies does not hold back from being heartbreaking, and it shouldn’t. It tells a message that needs to be heard decades after the war, and a story that cannot be forgotten by history.
Hustlers was meant to be a film about female empowerment. And it was, to a certain extent. I expected and wanted this to be a kickass and complex film of sexy women who use their confidence, skills, and wits towards a brilliant plan to get revenge on the Wall Street guys who wronged them.
'Jungle Cruise' is fun if you can ignore the racism of the ride it’s based on and the film’s bland, stereotypical characters.
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This showcase of Hollywood’s finest talent will certainly be around come awards season, and much deserved