1950. Rural Alabama. Cotton harvest. It's a make-or-break weekend for the Honeydripper Lounge and its owner, piano player Tyrone "Pine Top" Purvis. Deep in debt to the liquor man, the ... See full summary »
Five men are hired to paint the lines of a road. Painting 1 km/hour is slow enough to learn the lines between good and evil, laughter and despair, life and death. The challenges they face will change their lives forever.
In Israel there is neither civil marriage nor civil divorce. Only rabbis can legitimate a marriage or its dissolution. But this dissolution is only possible with full consent from the ... See full summary »
MORIRSE ESTA EN HEBREO (MY MEXICAN SHIVAH) is about how the death of a man results in the celebration of his life. According to Jewish belief, from the moment a Jew is born, he or she is accompanied by two angels: an angel of light and an angel of darkness. With the passing Moishe (75), his family and friends gather in Mexico City to sit shivah, the 7-day Jewish mourning ritual. The spirit angels, Aleph and Bet, divine accountants, only visible to the camera, watch over the family and calculate which angel will accompany Moishe's soul to the afterlife. The odds are against Moishe from the beginning. Family dysfunction aside, Moishe's friends are all attending for their own motives. And to make matters worse, while performing his duties, a Chevreman, who is a member of the Sacred Funeral Society, is milking the family for all they're worth: charging for kosher food, slippers and various other shivah goods. Emotionally unstable and obsessed with staying young, Moishe's daughter Esther, ... Written by
Consider the setting. We are in Mexico. A wildly popular Jewish thespian with a track record of infidelity falls flat dead at a party. In accordance with Jewish custom, the party revelers and his family "sit Shiva," a seven day period of mourning in which the deceased's loved ones cover all mirrors, adhere strictly to kosher dietary laws, and shun things like medical care. I won't say more than just that the fireworks begin when the mistress of the dead thespian arrives. Our primary focus is how the daughter and son of the deceased react to the "other woman," an attractive lady in her own right. The storyline is an inspired concept but it falls as flat dead as the thespian. While it is a humorous way of introducing us to a unique ceremony in a unique setting---complete with a Mariachi band in the last segment---the whole film comes off as a mildly funny soap opera. Not in the league of MY BIG FAT Greek WEDDING, but may find a welcome niche audience. AfroPixFlix prods two lonely forks here just enough to make sure this thing is dead.
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