Julianna Poupard

This movie has something—a heart, a conscience, a soul. I adored the messaging: that there's no such thing as an “illegal alien,” that it’s punk rock to care. It’s anti-war. Anti-genocide. Pro-humanity. The story drops you into a lore web you’re never quite caught up with, but the emotional beats land. The interview scene with Lois made me furious—in the best way. “People were going to die!” Yes. That’s the point. He’s not playing politics—he’s saving people. And the scene with his dad? Gut punch. I love when superheroes still have good parents.

If I could give this more than 5 stars, I would. Sinners is a masterpiece—maybe the best film I’ve seen this year, maybe longer. The music, the history, the metaphor, the visuals—every frame hums with soul. I’ve always loved Blues, but this film felt like a spiritual experience. It celebrates Black culture with raw honesty and aching beauty. As a white woman, I watched with reverence. Michael B. Jordan’s performance is life-altering. I didn’t expect it to shake me like this. But it did. And I’ll be carrying it with me for a long time.

Every frame of this film is a velvet-gloved slap. Feminine, dangerous, and utterly unbothered despite its yearning. A satire so sincere it loops back around into myth. If you’ve ever cried while applying eyeliner or wanted to hex a man with your perfume, this one's for you.

This film lives in my bones. O Captain, my Captain echoes in my head whenever I feel lost. Mr. Keating’s monologue about poetry—not being cute, but being necessary—changed my life. Every time I watch this, I weep. Not just for what’s lost, but for what it dares me to become. It made me want to read poetry in the woods by candlelight. It made me want to live deliberately. It made me want to seize the day.