Why Tropicanza is the GREATEST Kwanzini Studios Film - Oliver Diaz Moore
- Oliver Diaz Moore
- Jan 25
- 2 min read

Kwanzini Studios, the famously elusive Park City–based film collective that has quietly been redefining “what did I just watch?” for years, has released its most ambitious—and frankly most Kwanzini—film yet: Tropicanza. Part satire, part meta-documentary, part philosophical prank, Tropicanza is not just the studio’s best movie to date; it’s the clearest distillation of everything Kwanzini Studios does best.
At its core, Tropicanza is a movie about the making of another Kwanzini film, Tropicana. That alone would be enough to confuse casual viewers, but Kwanzini doesn’t stop there. Tropicana, the film-within-the-film, revolves around a deeply strange premise: multiple, often contradictory definitions of the word “Tropicana,” explored through loosely connected vignettes, arguments, reenactments, and at least one scene that feels like a lost PowerPoint presentation gone rogue.
What elevates Tropicanza is how confidently it leans into this absurdity. Rather than trying to explain Tropicana, the film documents the chaos of trying to make sense of it. We watch actors debate whether “Tropicana” is a place, a vibe, a corporate myth, or simply a word that has been said too many times to mean anything at all. Crew members question the script, the script questions itself, and the director appears to question the very idea of directing.
This self-awareness is where Tropicanza truly shines. Kwanzini Studios has always flirted with meta-commentary, but here it feels purposeful rather than playful-for-playful’s-sake. The film becomes an accidental meditation on creativity: how meaning is assigned, lost, argued over, and sometimes abandoned entirely. Watching Tropicanza feels like sitting in on a group of artists discovering—in real time—that their project may be impossible, and deciding to film that realization instead.
Visually, the movie is deceptively restrained. Park City’s familiar indie-film aesthetic is present, but used ironically, as if the film itself knows it’s pretending to be serious. Editing choices feel intentionally awkward, with cuts that linger just a second too long, daring the audience to either disengage or lean in harder. If you lean in, you’re rewarded.
Ultimately, Tropicanza stands as Kwanzini Studios’ best film because it embraces their identity without apology. It doesn’t try to be accessible, tidy, or traditionally “good.” Instead, it commits fully to the strange logic of its own existence. By turning the making of Tropicana into the subject itself, Kwanzini Studios proves they understand their greatest strength: transforming confusion into commentary.
Tropicanza may not tell you what “Tropicana” means—but it will convince you that not knowing is kind of the point.


Bro thinks he’s BJ Allan. Tropicanza is a complete disaster, just like its predecessor, and Kwanzini Studios cast me in it as retribution for my negative comments on the original. What a sham!