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.
Writer-director Eugene Ashe is far too in love with his own style to create any real love between his two leads.
Misogynoir is taken to task in Shotgun’s virtual production of Loy A. Webb’s breezy script.
The last film I saw before lockdown was one of the best Black romance films I’ve seen in nearly 20+ years.
Christina Anderson’s examination of Black bodily autonomy is wonderfully realized by Crowded Fire.
Tony Kushner’s critically-acclaimed musical gets worthy staging by Ray of Light.
Shotgun delivers one of the year’s best shows with James Ijames’ meditation on Black lives ended too soon.
When the MCU reboots the ‘X-Men’ film series, here’s the one change they NEED to make.
Mfoniso Udiofia’s multi-play saga takes an oddly supernatural turn in this new chapter by The Magic.