Tabla de contenidos para August 2025 en Kandy Magazine

Americana rolls into theaters August 15 (or August 22 in some markets), ready to stake a flag on the twisted terrain of modern western revenge-dirty, dizzying, and dangerously sexy. Plot That Pops Like Gunpowder It starts with one priceless artifact - the Lakota "ghost shirt" - and spirals into a wildfire of greed, regret, and gunplay. A shy diner waitress with big aspirations (Sydney Sweeney’s Penny Jo Poplin) teams up with a lovelorn ex‑veteran (Paul Walter Hauser’s Lefty Ledbetter) to snag it back. But once the relic hits the black market, the road turns bloody: in comes a sleazy antiquities dealer (Simon Rex), a ruthless fixer (Eric Dane), an Indigenous leader demanding justice (Zahn McClarnon’s Ghost Eye), and a mysterious femme with demons to kill (Halsey’s Mandy Starr). Violence is…

Guys, we’ve all been there. She answers “5-minutes” when you query how much longer. It doesn’t matter the urgency or the situation. The answer undoubtedly comes back “5-minutes”. And, yet, we know 5-minutes does not mean 5 minutes. How do you interpret and decipher “Girl Code” for 5-minutes? For starters, 5 minutes means entirely different things depending on the setting. Let’s walk through the different stages of a relationship and the various times you hear “5-minutes”. Stage One – First Date When you are arranging a date and her reply entails “Call you back in 5-minutes”, 9 times out of 10 that is not a good thing. She might as well as said, “never”. As in, “it is never, ever going to happen between us or we are never going…

Frank Drebin Jr. is on the case - and the case might involve a sex doll, an international arms dealer, three accidental deaths by vending machine, and a hard reset on modern slapstick. Paramount’s The Naked Gun reboot is exactly the kind of high-budget, lowbrow chaos the world didn’t know it needed. And it’s glorious. Let’s be clear: this isn’t prestige cinema. This is 90 minutes of visual puns, crotch trauma, misfired heroism, and one man’s total misunderstanding of how anything works. In other words - it’s the return of a classic. Verdict: 8.5/10 Banana Peels of Justice This reboot isn’t just good. It’s idiot-savant genius. Liam Neeson walks through explosions holding a hot dog. Pamela Anderson seduces a man while covered in sushi. The ending might involve a car…

There’s something downright beautiful about a man punching through drywall and bureaucracy with the same knuckles. In Nobody 2, Bob Odenkirk returns as Hutch Mansell - suburban dad, retired assassin, and certified king of male rage management. The sequel doesn’t just double down - it kicks down the front door, lights a cigar off the blast, and strolls in like it owns the place. We already knew Hutch wasn’t just “nobody.” He was a former black-ops clean-up crewman whose boredom with domestic bliss led to one of the greatest bus beatdowns in modern cinema. That moment in Nobody wasn’t just a fight; it was therapy. And in Nobody 2, therapy time is back on the schedule. Verdict: 8.5/10 Broken Ribs In an era of neutered PG-13 franchises and endlessly rebooted…

Think of it as neon noir meets back-alley vengeance with a few shots of bourbon and a bruised heart. Hollywood Grit isn’t trying to be your dad’s noir. It is your dad - if he used to be a brawler with a badge, lost his family to the city’s sleaze, and now drinks espresso with bourbon while he reloads. This is the kind of movie that takes a jazz club and turns it into a battleground, where saxophones wail and silencers whisper. It’s a gritty, greasy, and gloriously unfiltered slab of old-school tough guy cinema… with just enough sleaze to make it feel naughty. A Story That Smokes Like a Jazz Club at Midnight Mitchell "Grit" Thorn - played like a brooding thunderstorm by Max Martini - is a PI…

If Bonnie and Clyde had a baby with Johnny Knoxville, and that baby grew up watching Natural Born Killers and Reno 911, you’d get Honey Don’t! - a chaotic cocktail of redneck noir, pulp madness, and hot-blooded, outlaw romance. It’s brash. It’s messy. And it’s way too much fun. This is the kind of movie that peels out of a trailer park, firing pistols in the air while laughing maniacally - and we mean that as a compliment. What’s It About? Who Cares. Buckle Up. Meet Honey and Joe Don: lovers, grifters, and danger magnets. They're not just running from the law - they’re outrunning their past, their addictions, and their impulse control. Played to wild-eyed perfection by Sara Lindsey and Matt Dallas, these two are the kind of couple…