"Marriage Story" is no "Kramer vs. Kramer"
"Marriage Story" is a narrow-minded and heavy-handed attempt to examine the complexity of human relationships.

When his wealthy fiancée, Ashley (Karen Travis), dumps him at the altar and runs off with a Mormon man to Salt Lake City, poor Jersey guy Jed (James Tupper) teams up with ambitious, voluptuous sex hotline talker Mimi (Lorri Bagley) and crooner Johnny Pompano Jr. to break up the union. Will Jed win back Ashley's love? Monty Diamond produces and directs this screwball romantic comedy, while Billy Campion and Aasif Mandvi co-star.
"Marriage Story" is a narrow-minded and heavy-handed attempt to examine the complexity of human relationships.
What can I say about this Will Ferrell/Julia Louis-Dreyfus-led “dramedy?” Well, the comedy part of Downhill is completely non-existent. And I should have known that the film was a flop when I walked into an empty theater at a prime time on a Friday night.
The film may be a thriller, but I wasn’t thrilled by it. If anything, I was bored and annoyed.
In 1971, when discussions about how to integrate their school system break down, the community of Durham, North Carolina agrees to bring in Bill Riddick(Babou Ceesay) to conduct a series of summits(charrettes) to help them move forward with desegregation.
Many have interpreted Maya Deren’s Meshes of the Afternoon as a dream sequence, but what if the repetitive scenes we are given are not dreams but, a time loop.
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.