The New World 

This indie short documentary archived the story of a staple rock band as well as an essential part of local history.

A bumpy journey about revolution and family makes us feel fear, disgust, humor, and satisfaction.

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.

Four more classic horror films that are entertaining even if occasionally absurd.

The Flounders are back in this sequel that takes place one year after the events of 'Malibu Rescue'.