Fourteen years after the Paris Commune, a young man from the country meets former insurgents. He gives them an innovative device that violently brings back ghosts from the past.
One Night in Miami... did not frame the racism and bigotry as something that could be solved by quality time spent between individuals. Instead, it featured four different legends of Black History together in one room disagreeing for about 2/3 of the film.
The film seems like an extreme interpretation of the conspiracy theorists that exist in real life. And then, there’s the twist.
A boy named Max experiences adventure within his own house while staying home alone.
She is being made to justify why she doesn’t believe he’s a feminist, instead of him having to justify his choice to claim he is one.
This is ambitious horror filmmaking, and in a lot of ways, I fully admire its ambitions. For me, the film’s sloppiness defines its overall quality.
Shakti’ is a survival guide for women all over the world.
