In a "Decentralized" governance system by delegation, in which the top 20 witnesses are supposedly the ones who look after the Project's interests, they are the ones who set the course that can

What makes us worthy of being human? And what, for that matter, makes being human worthy at all... I mean, looking back at history and at the daily news, I think it's more of an insult than a virtue...

Sometimes what looks like a war film isn't a war film, at least not in the classic military sense. This film showed up as a suggestion three or four times, and every time I watched the first few minutes

I already know that the typical body-swap comedy driven by a magic wish is very worn out... and this film is an alternative version of that plot. But it has a twist I hadn't seen before, which gives this

Tracker is one of those films that blends History with a story we can relate to, or at least feel empathy for. The story unfolds after the Second Boer War, when the British Imperial power offered amnesty

I know I've said on more than one occasion that romantic comedies aren't my favorite genre, but I make the sacrifice of watching them to spend time with my mother. But with this film, something unexpected

To this day, no Korean film or series has managed to disappoint me — though that's statistically irrelevant, since I haven't watched nearly as many Korean films as I have 'Western' cinema. I suppose that's

Los viernes solían ser mis días favoritos. Básicamente porque era el último día laboral de la semana. Todo un privilegio para un país en el que sólo el 40% de las población trabaja en blanco. Lo cierto

Sometimes the separation is geographical, and other times it's emotional. At least that's my view from my own experience. My mother comes from a large but dysfunctional family. She has one full brother,

Today I had a date in the dark with H.G. Wells. Let me explain: part of this afternoon the power went out, and with it, the wifi signal. Since I had no unread books already downloaded on my phone, I had

When I started the film, my only goal was to pass the afternoon, but it ended up sparking my interest in historical events I never studied in school. There's so much history we simply don't know, that

If one single person use my pen, I'm going to have to put locks on my drawers, and even on my pencil case. It can't be that everyone thinks they can just help themselves to my supplies without asking.

It's been a long time since I've done a Power Up, not even for Pepe Token. Maybe Hive's tokenomics have demoralized me. Imagine going from a wallet worth $600 to almost 15 times less. And all because of

Not under suspicion, Mr. K was free to leave the police station — though he was "advised" not to leave the city, in case there were further questions. The detective's tone left him no doubt that

Over the Dead Vines draws us into a tragic story. Although it is literary fiction, the author drew inspiration from a young woman he met on the Amalfi Coast, as he himself notes in the preface. Readers

When Mrs. K could finally relax after a week of frantic gym training to be able to show off her new dress next week, she thought she deserved a reward. She had always had an athletic body without much

When K arrived at the new school, K thought everything would be the same as always. That the older kids would bully K, and the girls would look down on K. No matter how many times K changed schools, the

Pandorum was one of those films I almost missed because I hold an inexplicable grudge against a certain actor. There are actors I simply refuse to watch, for no clear reason. Dennis Quaid is one of them.

When he stole the cash register, he had no idea that stealing also requires both physical and mental effort. He never imagined that the last days of the month are the worst time to steal, since people

Every whistleblower faces a dilemma, often to the point of seeing their lives destroyed. This 1999 film recreates a real case from the American press. ! [SPOILER] Dr. Wigand loses his job at one of the

Mr. K had been traveling for nearly 6 hours, not so much because of the distance but because of the constant stops in a country longer than it is wide. At every stop, the story repeated itself: women traveling