‘Thunderbolts*’—A Spark of Hope in Dark Times
After years of mediocrity, Thunderbolts* is the welcome change MCU fans were waiting for.

French countryside, 19th century. A peasant woman finds herself in possession of a magical object: a monkey's paw that can grant wishes. She decides to use it, only to realize that the wishes are actually curses she must endure until the end...
After years of mediocrity, Thunderbolts* is the welcome change MCU fans were waiting for.
The Slumber Party Massacre wonderfully combines the suspense of its horror with its commentary on gender, creating a memorable slasher classic that began a horror trilogy entirely written and directed by women.
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.
It's sexy, regardless of what else is going on.
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.