I’m so baffled at how this didn’t get more attention.
But, there is a screwball noir about two young sweethearts that steal from the wrong family.
It features a hysterical Damon Wayans and a ruthless Pam Grier.
It’s fantastic, called Cinnamon (2023) and is available on Tubi.
Also.
This feels like it could’ve easily worked as a Netflix series.
That said, I am truly platform agnostic.
So, if a black director makes a great film on a rock, I will find it.
But, for now, Bryian Keith Montgomery Jr. made a fun ass film and it’s on Tubi.
Random.
But, seeing that ABFF background in the previous picture reminds me that my favorite audience to watch a film with is a black audience at a small film festival.
There’s just this great vibe where everyone feels like they’re genuinely rooting for the filmmakers.
I loved Nope (2022) and thought it was Peele’s most personal film and felt like him wrestling with the burden of becoming an Event Filmmaker.
A film about the ethics of capturing the horrific, of exploiting one’s trauma for spectacle.
A devil’s deal with a literal Monkey’s Paw.
In the film, all of the horrific consequences come from people attempting to exploit for gain.
Reminded me of where Peele got the name for Monkeypaw Productions.
A “three wishes” short story where wishes are granted but with grotesque interpretations.
I feel like every aspiring director honestly wishes that they could have their own “Get Out” moment; and the acclaim, prestige and money that comes with it.
But, are you really ready to become a Hollywood spectacle?
Each month that goes by, I like really need the Harvard Business School case study on exactly how a small budget, coming-of-age film about a queer, black boy with no stars made $65 million, won Best Picture and set its distributor up for a multi-billion dollar valuation.
This morning, I was looking at box office returns (measured against budgets) for films I really liked this year and Moonlight’s marketing and distribution strategies took a perfect film and just absolutely nailed it somehow.
In modern cinema,
I feel like this piece of marketing can only be compared to the butterfly on Jodie Foster’s lips for Silence of the Lambs, that orange-ish, wordless Batman logo for Burton’s film and Uma laying and smoking on the bed for Pulp Fiction.