After a car accident leaves Miles paralyzed, his wife hires a live-in caretaker who will stop at nothing to become the man of the house.
America is the crux of the storyline: she is the only person in existence with the power to jump between universes. As central as America is to the Multiverse of Madness story, she somehow didn’t get that much to do.
Dora is the superhero we didn't know we needed.
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.
'Yuri!!! on Ice' turned queerbaiting on its head and gave me hope when I needed it the most.
Bollywood's thrilling fusion of what the blind man saw and the boy who cried wolf.
