Once Upon a Time in Harlem
A great documentary about a great time and place in Black American history.
A great documentary about a great time and place in Black American history.
An act of reclamation of emotional truth from the grip of fascism and the burying tide of history.
Brilliantly sits at the intersection of documentary, narrative, comedy, reality TV and performance.
A film that feels warm, cozy, and brimming with the volatility and tenderness of a quintessential sleepover.
This is, ostensibly, how a “Street Fighter” movie should be made. So why isn’t it very good?
The story’s squalor isn’t much ameliorated by the movie’s not-unhappy ending.
The execution sucks much of the whimsy out of what could have been a fun autumnal horror romp.
There’s enough to enjoy in this frivolity, certainly more than many “Black Mirror” episodes this feels in conversation with.
Just enough infectious, star-powered swagger to keep you floating from one islet of pandering maximalist pleasure to the next.
Works remarkably well as a functional, heartwarming coming-of-age story and a case study in Firstman’s ability to transition from influencer to actor to filmmaker.
A documentary with good intentions, but it’s presented carelessly and insults our intelligence.
What’s the beef with this movie? Mainly that it feels like a long, thoughtful ad for an agriculture company’s products, which is kind of is.
Savage and his crew may be on top of everything, but that doesn’t make their latest technical showcase better.