I went back to a movie I first watched several months ago. Freaky Tales is an anthology film set in 1987 Oakland. It comprises four ‘chapters’, largely separate but for brief moments when their characters pass by one other, influencing the other stories.
The first is about a punk scene being assaulted by Nazi skinheads. The second, a pair of young women hoping to break into the world of underground hip hop. The third, a criminal enforcer renting a movie with his wife. And finally, a professional basketball player facing down some personal tragedy.
Each story is about an underdog attempting to overcome a world that is stacked against them, and their need for just one spark to help them overcome those odds.
The movie is deeply cathartic.