Mirrorball (Miami sFF Review): A Passionate Tribute to La La Land
Mirrorball is full of passion and love for the medium of cinema and is indeed a fitting love letter to La La Land.

A re-creation of a 1933 commercial, lost during the Nazi occupation of Warsaw, animates photograms of light-pierced jewelry, porcelain, and glass to music by Ravel.
Mirrorball is full of passion and love for the medium of cinema and is indeed a fitting love letter to La La Land.
In ‘The Owl House’ protagonist Luz Noceda stumbles across a portal to another dimension where magic exists, called The Boiling Isles.
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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.
A short film that begins with the language of romance but slowly reveals something far more unsettling beneath the surface.