
In winter, some birds fly south for a warmer place; squirrels gather and store nuts to eat. Then you've got this wild bunch who hit Lake Tahoe to hole up and bust their nuts, feeding to their hearts' content. Road Trip #9 to Lake Tahoe is photographed so tight and up close you can practically smell the sex. The in-your-face shots make the cocks look meatier, the pendulous balls more edible, and the assholes so wet and inviting that all the suck'n'fuck action sizzles more intensely. It's a good thing the guys are doing it inside because their exploits are so hot and steamy, the snow outside would melt and the deluge would flood the town.
If a movie about a strange and crazy day is commercially successful, why not recycle it and double the kookiness quotient? That seems to be the logic behind this followup to Freaky Friday.
At least we got the original cast back, right? Not even that saves it. None of them could bring a sliver of hope to this special. Rather, they bring dread as we witness the light leaving from their eyes.
Netflix’s new rom-com, Voicemails for Isabelle (dir. Leah McKendrick), isn’t just heartwarming, funny, and an achievement in female directing - it’s also an instant classic. Following 20-something aspiring baker Jill (Zoey Deutch), Voicemails for Isabelle tells a story of grief, self-discovery, and fateful connections. Ever since her beloved sister Izzy’s (Ciara Bravo) death, Jill has been leaving her hilarious, extremely TMI voicemails about her chaotic love life and miserable day job as a prep cook. Little does she know that a handsome and unsatisfied real estate agent in her hometown has inherited the number and practically fallen in love with her by listening to her stories.
When the world lost Chadwick Boseman on August 28, 2020, we all saw the impact of representation in film. Boseman was not only a Black superhero leading a Black cast in one of the most successful films in history; but his successes paved the way for more, long-overdue diversity in Hollywood.