The Flintstones in Viva Rock Vegas (2000)

Ester Shapiro who flees the only home she has ever known to start a new life in Berlin.

The Franke kids seemingly lived a normal life, until their mom met the infamous Jodi Hilderbrandt.

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.

I understand that this would have been consistent with the language used by that generation, due to its role in the medical profession, however as someone who has family members with Down Syndrome I took it very personally.

Spotlighting the legacy of the legendary Raymond Lewis through the love of a devoted daughter.

A group of criminal animals tries their best to reform themselves into good citizens to avoid serving time in prison.