Incluvie – Better diversity in movies.
Identity in film with Incluvie stamps, scores, reviews.

Incluvie – Better diversity in movies.
Explore identity in film with Incluvie stamps, scores, reviews, and insights.

trailer banner
Luminal poster

Luminal 

Demon and Davi are two eighteen-year-old prostitutes. Introduced to the sex trade by the cruel and cynical Ryu, they live mostly at night in a Paris dominated by perverse clients to please and by luminal, a synthetic drug that shapes their lives. When their friend is brutally murdered and they discover that Ryu is indirectly responsible for her death, the two girls decide to flee to London and try to change their lives before it's too late. Ryu, however, isn't willing to let them go so easily and sets out to avenge the shame she suffered.
- / 5
PopScore
Representation

Pictures and Videos


Incluvie Gala

Movie Information


Demon and Davi are two eighteen-year-old prostitutes. Introduced to the sex trade by the cruel and cynical Ryu, they live mostly at night in a Paris dominated by perverse clients to please and by luminal, a synthetic drug that shapes their lives. When their friend is brutally murdered and they discover that Ryu is indirectly responsible for her death, the two girls decide to flee to London and try to change their lives before it's too late. Ryu, however, isn't willing to let them go so easily and sets out to avenge the shame she suffered.

Rating:
Genre:Drama, Science Fiction, Thriller
Directed By:Andrea Vecchiato
Written By:Isabella Santacroce, Isabella Santacroce, Andrea Vecchiato, Andrea Vecchiato
In Theaters:
Box Office:

Runtime:100 minutes
Studio:Dreyco Productions, Hadaly Pictures

Articles You May Like


"Him" - All Flash, No Game

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.

Nilufer Ozmekik