
The valley of tears is a synonym for the prison in Dob, Slovenia. The film takes us to the event organised as part of the Engage and Activate project (ViA), with a performance by the band Autodafé, interweaving it with personal accounts of three inmates who are part of the project. The first one was convicted of murder, the second one of sexual assault and incest, and the third one of fraud/financial crime. In a symbolic way, songs of the sea complete the idea of the film which perceives the prison as an isolated island detached from everyday life and society.
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.
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Based on a true story, this sports movie is centered around a college football player.
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