
Through a very peculiar manual, whose rules are detailed with precision in the first segment, four young men and women accept this exchange of brief film, which includes a classical melodrama in Venice, a journal through Peru’s provinces, a letter to a friend and 16mm excess footage.
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.
If the message here is that without a support system, grieving people turn into monsters, it’s not really well-delivered and may be flawed as a message itself.
Tom Clancy's Without Remorse has everything a movie director from the 80’s could wish.
The live-action remake brings adventure and shows viewers why representation is important in a Disney Princess movie.
Yeah, sure, the movie’s about Carnage. But it’s really about love. A love that defies all odds: the love between a man and his man-eating alien symbiote.