Saturday Church

Synopsis: A 14 year-old-boy, struggling with gender identity and religion, begins to use fantasy to escape his life in the inner city and find his passion in the process.
Director(s): Damon Cardasis
Production: Samuel Goldwyn Films
  12 wins & 3 nominations.
 
IMDB:
5.9
Metacritic:
72
Rotten Tomatoes:
92%
Year:
2017
82 min
132 Views


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God is our refuge and strength,

and ever-present help

in troubles.

Therefore, we will not fear,

though the earth gives way,

and the mountains fall

into the heart of the sea.

Though its waters roar and foam,

and the mountains quake

with its surging.

Good morning, baby.

Morning.

Your Aunt Rose

and I were just talking.

She's gonna start spending

a little bit more time...

here soon, so...

I promised your father that

I'd watch out for his family.

I'll be here when you

return from school,

and help with your

homework and dinner.

I spoke with Moran yesterday.

I'm gonna have

to start working nights.

So you and Abe are gonna be

on your own for a little bit,

before I get back home.

Only until we get

everything sorted, okay?

Oh, my god.

Speaking of ladies.

Did you shave your

legs last night?

Tell me you didn't.

How long do you think

Mom's workin' at night for?

I don't know.

When Dia's mother died,

they had to move out

of their apartment.

He's sleeping

at his grandma's now.

We'll be fine, I promise.

You, uh, got a lot

of homework tonight?

Some.

We should do it

when we get home.

I don't need your help.

How are my boys?

Hi, guys.

Hey, Rose.

- Got time for a bite?

- Hey.

Uh, yes, just let me

change really quickly,

and then I wanna hear

about everyone's day, okay?

Ulysses, help set the table.

I'm in the middle of a problem.

Can't Abe?

This looks wonderful.

Thank you.

What time do you

have to get back?

Uh...

In 20 minutes.

- You'd better hurry up.

- Yeah.

How are you, baby?

My teacher said we're going

to go to a museum next week.

I need to have my

permission slip signed.

I'll sign it after dinner.

Thanks, Rose.

What about you, Ulysses,

any fun field trips coming up?

No.

You learn anything

interesting at school today?

Not really.

The souls of the just,

are in the hands of God,

and no torment shall touch them.

And their passing away

was thought an affliction,

and their going forth

from us, utter destruction.

But, they are in peace.

For if before people

indeed they be punished,

yet is their hope

full of immortality.

Chastised a little,

they shall be greatly blessed,

'cause God tried them

and found them

worthy of Himself.

As gold in the furnace,

he proved them,

and as sacrificial offerings,

he took them to himself.

At the time of their visitation,

they shall shine...

trust in God

shall understand truth,

and the faithful shall

abide with him in love,

because grace and mercy

are His holy words.

I'll be back after Bible study.

Stop by the store, pick up

a package of chicken thighs.

I'll see you boys in a bit.

Ulysses, have you seen...

Abe?

I don't know

why you're freaking out.

Mom and Dad told you

not to wear Mom's clothes.

Well, Dad's not here.

- It's not that big a deal.

- Yes, it is!

Aunt Rose thinks

you have problems.

F*** Aunt Rose.

I'm gonna tell her

that you said that.

I told you I was

just messing around.

I won't do it again.

Little fairy.

You're gonna see me

You're gonna know me

You're gonna see me

You're gonna love me

Darling,

I'm not the one to watch

Darling,

I'm not the one to watch

Here you go, sweetness.

Where the hell have you been?

I was out.

Mm.

How old

is your brother?

- Eight.

- Eight.

Do you think it's smart

to let a boy that age

walk home by himself

in a neighborhood like this?

You better answer me, boy.

I waited for him outside school,

but...

he, uh...

What was that?

He left, ma'am.

Eight-year-old boys

bossing you around...

walking around

in your mother's shoes.

Whatever your mother lets

you get away with, it's over.

Do you understand me?

Yes.

If I ever hear of your

brother walking home alone,

or if I ever hear of your even

looking at women's clothing,

I will beat it out of you.

You are...

a man.

Start acting like one.

Now get out of my face.

If you wanna be a woman,

where's your hair, baby?

In my scalp, boo.

What about you?

This belongs to an animal,

what's going on?

F*** you, b*tch.

This ain't no mother f***ing

horsehair.

This some Indian sh*t.

I ain't sucking dick to be

wearing no raggedy ass

- horse hair.

- Neigh for me, b*tch.

Imma slap that

ugly-ass mug of yours,

- if you keep runnin' that mouth.

- Alright!

Alright, everybody,

calm down, just relax.

Motherfuckin' horsehair, my ass.

What the f*** are

you lookin' at?

Heaven!

Calm the f*** down.

I'm sorry about her.

I didn't mean to stare.

It's fine, she's just sensitive.

I'm Ebony.

Ulysses.

Greek myth?

My dad liked him.

New, I take it.

I know all the new faces.

So, what do you

think of the pier?

- It's nice.

- Nice?

Honey, you got a whole

bunch of cracked-out

queens in this place.

Ma, can we get somethin' to eat?

Uh...

Do you wanna come with?

Oh, um, I shouldn't.

I have, like, things.

Oh baby,

I'm not looking for your ass.

Um...

- Where are you going?

- Saturday Church.

- Where is that?

- It's up the street a bit.

- At a church?

- So many questions, yes.

Ulysses, this is Dijon,

and that is Raymond.

And you already met Heaven.

What kind of name

is Ulysses?

Dijon, you hear this kid's name?

Yes.

I think it's kinda cool,

I like it.

Whatever.

Are you ready to eat?

I'm starvin'.

You coming?

- Uh, yeah. Sure.

- Good.

Now let's hurry our asses up

'cause I don't want no b*tch-ass

gettin' to the food

before we do.

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