The Skin I Live In (review)
I’ve heard this from many a film lover: “Oh, Pedro Almodóvar! He’s such a feminist! He loves women!” I don’t see that. At all.
I’ve heard this from many a film lover: “Oh, Pedro Almodóvar! He’s such a feminist! He loves women!” I don’t see that. At all.
This movie is supposed to be for boys? It’s for movies like this that women are multi-orgasmic.
I think close to the top of the list must be the notion that you could walk calmly and slowly away from a nearby explosion without incurring severe injury.
I keep promising myself I’m gonna pull an all-nighter and clear away some backlog, but then it gets to midnight…
Because Converse are cool. (But, honestly, you don’t need to go to an overpriced Soho boutique to get them.)
Is there anyone who hasn’t gotten a few good laughs out of Kevin Spacey’s hilarious impersonations?
Did we almost see River Song almost naked? We almost did.
Emily Browning got to play a prostitute in Sucker Punch, and now here she is again in Sleeping Beauty playing a completely different kind of prostitute.
I remember being in first grade, and playing superheroes on the school playground during our lunch break…
A Barclays Cycle Hire kiosk in Soho Square.