The film catches the rhythms and vulnerabilities of real life when two worlds collide.
Watts’ relentlessly unembellished drive on dozens of classic songs, from “Satisfaction” and “Shattered” to “Connection,” is what makes them so danceable.
Despite the artificiality of Summertime’s premise, director Carlos López Estrada links the film’s episodes together via a kind of seamless magical realism: each moment smoothly leads to the next, each accelerates towards a powerful resolution.
These are not persuasive essays; rather, they are thought-provoking juxtapositions of facts, observations, and speculations — with a teleology.
“It is wonderful to see the variety, diversity, and the opportunities for Black artists to tell their stories and present themselves in ways that are not ‘traditional.'”
Survival is the primary motivation, and the film’s unrelenting series of unexpected attacks generate considerable tension.
For fans, this backstage concert documentary is obviously a gift. For others, it will serve as a testament to the power of a woman whose life’s work has made real world impact.
We are subtly drawn into the world of director Robert Machoian’s characters and their emotional honesty.
What do these young Mexican filmmakers want? For us to bear witness.
This is a wicked and entertaining satire on the dizzying class conflicts roiling Indian society, a neo-Marxist story of masters and servants, money and corruption — a Horatio Alger tale with a devilish twist.