The first ever studio movie from a Black director tells the semi-autobiographical story of its director growing up in 1920s Kansas, and I was actually pretty impressed with it as a movie.
The ultimate weepy romance, but it’s for dudes because the two leads are football players.
I get why some people probably love this virtuoso exhibition of physical comedy by Peter Sellers, but not only is it super racist, I think it should be re-titled “Social Anxiety: The Movie.”
A very well-done neo-noir that deals with issues the original film noirs mostly ignored. Denzel Washington plays the detective in over his head.
This is a movie as “outsider art,” an unfiltered detour into a religious mind without an insincere bone in its body.
Daniel Day-Lewis had his first starring role in this low-key 1980s British LGBT romance.
In which we learn that it’s possible to be nostalgic about something yet not remember it as perfect.
A lightish drama about interracial marriage that came out the same year it became legal nationwide. But is it a good movie?
The earliest extant movie from a Black director, I found myself getting into it as more than homework.
This tiny indie movie found the right metaphor for basically all of modern society’s fears and single-handedly spawned a major subgenre that’s lasted until today.