SF Indiefest’s 2022 opener starts off strong before falling on its face.
Everyone involved in this should be ashamed. EVERYONE.
Jennifer Sharp’s Hollywood satire is two interesting films that make up a single uneven film.
The gripping true story of Fred Hampton’s final days gets a dull adaptation that does the story no justice.
This fascinating hour-long documentary highlights the art (and necessity) of being an independent Black mortician in an increasingly gentrified world.
Not the Steve McQueen film, but the 2011 documentary that first brought the Black British genre to light.
Writer-director Eugene Ashe is far too in love with his own style to create any real love between his two leads.
The last film I saw before lockdown was one of the best Black romance films I’ve seen in nearly 20+ years.
A Christmas screen-hop features Black Power, White romance, and Sci-Fi. Guess which one I loved?
2018’s holiday haul included a sweet Spidey spin-off, a great non-Rocky sequel, and a Bay-free bot-flick.