Day Shift release date, cast, synopsis, and more
We’re ready for the next batch of original movies to come to Netflix. One movie, in particular, that’s on everyone’s radar is the upcoming action film Day Shift starring Jamie Foxx. We’ve been keeping track of every new piece of information released about the film.
Day Shift is helmed by J.J. Perry, making this his directorial debut. Tyler Tice wrote the original script before being revised by Shay Hatten. 87North Productions and Impossible Dream Entertainment produced the film. Foxx, Datari Turner, and Peter Baxter signed on as executive producers.
Once you find out who else is a part of the cast, you’re going to be even more excited to see the movie. Below, we shared everything you need to know about Day Shift.
Day Shift release date
Initially, we predicted that the action film could come to Netflix this summer. It looks like our prediction was right because Netflix announced that Day Shift will be coming to Netflix on Aug. 12!
Day Shift cast
Here’s the complete main cast list via Netflix down below:
- Jamie Foxx
- Dave Franco
- Natasha Liu Bordizzo
- Oliver Masucci
- Steve Howey
- C.S. Lee
On April 15, 2021, Netflix announced new cast additions. Deadline provided us with the rest of the cast.
- Meagan Good
- Karla Souza
- Scott Adkins
- Eric Lange
- Zion Broadnax
- Snoop Dogg
Day Shift synopsis
The story follows a hard-working father who just wants to provide a good life for his daughter, but his pool cleaning job is really just a front for his real job, hunting and killing vampires. This film is considered an action film, but there will be plenty of comedic elements, especially with the main lead being Jamie Foxx.
We’re still waiting on the official trailer. Once Netflix releases this important information, we’ll make sure to let you know. Stay tuned to Netflix Life for more news and coverage on Day Shift!
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In a concealed valley, somewhere in the middle of the Forbidden Hills, a dying monk, the last member of an order so ancient that neither he nor the historic documents in the library of the masters reach back to its beginning, with the utmost exertion, drawing on the last of the remaining strength in his shrivelled arm, he reaches towards the little mahogany table at the side of his otherwise humble bedroom. For a moment it seems that his body, tested by the centuries, refuses to perform this basic task. The monk’s perfect mental discipline, however, still has his earthly body firmly under control. And finally, he grabs hold of his iPhone and with slow movements, and boundless elegance, his fingers literally dance over the screen as he reviews his order in the Amazon Prime application.
The order for spare parts that are essential for the operation of the generator of the whole monastery complex has successfully been placed. The quiet beyond the boundaries of civilized imagination is soon disturb by the gentle buzzing of the props of several delivery drones that place the crucial components at the destination and the data storage of the ancient secrets remains fully functional for future millennia. The monk exhales for the last time, with a clear conscience that the message of his order will remain preserved.
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In his work, Adam Vačkář has from the start reflected on the condition of post-humanism in the general and probably insurmountable conditions of the neoliberal system. The ties between the organic and the industrial, which every day shift further towards organic industry, constitute the backbone of his photographic and installation work. In his hands, the found bits of woody plants covered in lichen and moss change into elastic forms having the appearance of prefabricated products. The differences between a plastic bottle and bit of woody plant vanish. A stone can be a drone and potable water crude oil. Everything in the aesthetics correspond to the high standards of advertising photo or product design. His poetic criticism – if you are in sync with the stinging ticking all around – can sometimes even seem too literal. Yet it is still dominated by the artful process of making facts visible and putting further strains on antagonisms that to many people are invisible.
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The vision of the last monk, who devotedly leaves his legacy of countless preceding generations to digital emptiness, or the possible future AI, may seem like another generic sci-fi story or a metaphor of our future. It depends on the point of view. Bad Seeds are sown, and no one knows how to get rid of their fruits.