
Daniel boxes at the sport's center, but deep inside he dreams of dancing rumba, wearing spandex, and inviting Elizabeth out. However, he does not dare because of his macho friends, who bully everyone, they feel are weak. He is therefore challenged when he is confronted with Elizabeth's friend, Michele, who is not afraid to be himself and connect to his feminine side.
Based on the bestselling memoir, viewers get a glimpse of the challenges of autistic people.
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.
The film didn’t have to be as long as it is. It just dragged on and on with scenes that had no substance. Every so often we get an action scene, and even those isn’t that fun.
Can a homeless yet optimistic teenage girl learn to accept a helping hand?
A direct fall into the white savior narrative