So here’s the thing — the internet might actually be right for once: Him is Marlon Wayans’ best performance. No parody, no punchline, just straight-up acting with the kind of freedom you only get when the tone of the film itself is swinging between grounded sports drama and creepy cult devil energy. And honestly? That blend works.
Wayans brings something raw here, like he’s been waiting for a role to show he can go past comedy and just live in the character. But let’s not let Tyriq Withers get lost in the shuffle — this was a strong outing for him, too. His dynamic with Wayans is what drives the whole thing. At times, you don’t even know who the real lead is, and that’s part of the fun. Is this a passing of the torch? A ritual? Or both? Who the hell knows at this point.
Julia Fox does her Julia Fox thing — a little left-field energy that keeps you watching — and Tim Heidecker adds flavor in the mix. But the real juice is the isolation, the eerie compound vibe, and the way the “football training” storyline slowly mutates into something darker and stranger.
Now, let me keep it real: I did wish we got some actual football. Like, pads, plays, tension on the field. Instead, it’s all more psychological, more metaphorical, which is cool… but the sports fan in me felt teased.
Still, the cult overtones, the eerie tone shifts, and that feeling of never knowing if you’re watching a mentorship or a sacrifice kept me hooked. For me, that’s enough to call it a win.
JiCanWin.com Score: ★★★½
Verdict: Marlon Wayans proves himself, Tyriq Withers shines, and the creepy cult atmosphere hits hard — even if the football never makes it to the field.