“Where Fireflies Dance”
An indie production of a romantic drama with a country-western feel meant to explore lost love.

A notoriously harsh French judge, vacationing at a luxury resort, finds his holiday interrupted when a mysterious killer begins murdering those in and around the hotel.
An indie production of a romantic drama with a country-western feel meant to explore lost love.
If you want to feel the rush, you have to take the risk.
After two months of refusing to see this movie, I have decided that it’s finally Morbin’ time. After its re-release as a box office bomb; I watched it just to laugh at it. But, I was also surprised, because 'Morbius' is a queer allegory.
It's not love. It's Obsession. The hook of this movie is the tension between wanting to be loved and the fear of being all-encompassed by that love. It plays on men’s typical (though certainly not universal) inner-conflict
Eddington attempts to capture how media is intertwined with the uncomfortable present.
Gritty and bleak are the best words to describe this film. There’s nothing happy about it.