The Drama: A Marriage of Discomfort and Empathy
This is not a film, it’s a drop tower. A drop tower that you don’t get off of for the vast majority of its 106-minute runtime.

Two reporters from the adult section of the local paper are on the edge of losing their jobs and the only way out is to take an overseas assignment in Japan to explore the craziest and most kinky sex shops of Japan’s capital: Kabukicho. To push the competition, their publisher sends in a reporter posing as an aspiring actor who has to land himself a gig in a softcore Japanese adult video. There he meets the woman of his dreams, a young Japanese starlet about to enter the AV business……
This is not a film, it’s a drop tower. A drop tower that you don’t get off of for the vast majority of its 106-minute runtime.
Wes Anderson offers a light-hearted comedy in the Middle East centering around Catholic motifs.
Telling a story about the French and Indian Wars from the perspective of the British prioritizes the perspective of the colonizers.
What are we willing to walk through to see our dreams come to pass? Our minds might be so wholly alive with the passions we carry and the plans we make to see these things become all we wish them to be, yet life doesn’t always want to come alongside. Instead, obstacles arise, both physical and mental, which attempt to dissuade us or even prevent us from moving forward, stalling or stagnating the momentum to achieve what we desire. The age-old question remains….can we overcome? Or will we BE overcome?
With such a raw look at the 15th century, it seems that Disney was really trying to step outside of its element with this motion picture.
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.