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Piratas
directed by Julian Yuri Rodriguez
Lake Mahar
directed by Julian Yuri Rodriguez
Miami 1996
directed by Nick Corirossi
Stripper Wars
directed by Giancarlo Loffredo
Mingus’s The Clown
directed by Trevor Bazile
When We Lived in Miami
directed by Amy Seimetz
Chlorophyl
directed by Barry Jenkins
Life and Freaky Times of Uncle Luke
directed by Jillian Mayer and Lucas Leyva
Adventures of Christopher Bosh in the Multiverse
directed by Bleeding Palm
I Am Your Grandma
directed by Jillian Mayer
Omniboat: A Fast Boat Fantasia
directed by Lucas Leyva and 14 others
The most Miami movie of all time opens with a developer telling a table of geriatric investors that “Miami is the only city where you could tell a lie at breakfast, and it’ll be true by nightfall.” He’s shilling a luxury tower and needs the money men, like so many other people who’ve ended up in Miami, to buy into what’s undoubtedly a scam of sorts. Miamians, or anyone who’s spent some time in the city, knows that Miami is built on lies and half-truths and lies that somehow become truths and that the magic of living in the city is willingly buying into the bullshit. We call it the Magic City because we’re all scam magicians here. You want the hot girl with the fake tits to blow up your life. You want to disappear into the Everglades and give yourself up to the gators and the pythons. You want to somehow scam yourself into something deeper and true—that’s Miami.
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